Archive for November, 2007

When good dolls go bad

It’s the unspoken tragedy of every playroom across the land…the hidden horror in little girl’s bedrooms…the unknown heartbreak faced by future mommies: when good dolls go bad.

You sit them in “time out.” You lecture them about appropriate dolly behavior. You enforce curfews and prohibit them from socializing with other, less desirable, dolls. You even take them to church, hoping that somehow, some way, the message will get through.

But, unfortunately, all those valiant efforts aren’t enough. Those rebellious dolls are out-of-control, threatening to take over the playroom…and eventually the entire house. As a society, we cannot sit back and just watch this happen. We must take a stand. We are forced to take action. And so, I present to you a solution to this horrible, terrible problem… Read the rest of this entry »

And the winner is…

Two of my weekly shows have come to an end: “The Bachelor” and “Dancing with the Stars.”  I realize “The Bachelor” ended last week, but with the busyness of Thanksgiving preparations I didn’t have time to post a reaction.  So here goes…

The Bachelor

This was the first season for me to actually watch the show, all episodes from beginning to end.  And it will be my last.  Not necessarily because of the way it ended, but rather just the whole emotional roller coaster…it just got kind of tiring.  And I must say that though the romantic in me was disappointed that Brad finished without choosing either Jenni or Deanna, this was probably the truest, most honest moment in the history of the show.  Only one other Bachelor has remained with the woman he chose – all the rest have moved on, whether remaining single or marrying someone completely different.  The fact that Brad recognized that his feelings weren’t true and wouldn’t last was refreshing to me.  Now, on the other hand, his apparent fear of commitment is something he will have to work on or he will never find the wife he so desperately wants.

Dancing with the Stars

This was definitely not my favorite season.  I found the competition at the early stages tedious and ho-hum.  Sabrina’s early exit made me fear the worst for the finals – but Mel B. and Helio managed to save the day.  Though no one can deny Helio’s  consummate charm and his zest for life is infectious, I was still hoping for a woman to win the competition.  But alas, ’twas not to be…once again a man claims the coveted mirror ball trophy.  *Sigh*  Oh well, there’s always next year.

My DVR won’t know what to do with itself on Monday nights now.  Who knows? Maybe I’ll actually have time to – oh, I don’t know – SCRAP??

Wastin’ away in Margaritaville

My husband rocks!  Really.

Yesterday I used a gift certificate he had given me for a spa day at In Touch Therapy & Massage in Allen.  He purchased the Tropical Escape which included a 1-hour Margarita body wrap (smells great – but don’t drink it!) and a 1-hour Key West hydrating full-body massage.  For 2 hours I lay like a zombie while I had my skin exfoliated from head to toe, then smoothed with honey, and then massaged.

The spa, despite being in a nondescript strip shopping center, was really quite nice.  Well-appointed, quiet, and obviously carefully maintained.  The staff was friendly and welcoming, and they really took care to make sure I was comfortable all the way through.  After the exfoliation/wrap was complete I took a nice hot shower before the massage.  It was lovely.

All too soon, however, it was over and I was back to reality…laundry, cleaning house, decorating for Christmas, planning class Christmas parties and Cub Scout outings…I think I need another spa treatment today!

“Cross”-examination: Allen Bible Church (ABC)

This week, we opted for something totally different.  Different from the mega-churches with multiple services.  Different from SBC.  Different from the massive sanctuaries and large educational buildings.  Different…in so many ways.

We chose to visit Allen Bible Church, which is an offshoot of Dallas Bible Church.  ABC meets in a middle-school cafeteria.  The children’s classes meet in the gym with curtains sectioning off the different grade/age levels.  There is no choir, no large praise band, only a small guitar-led ensemble with 4 vocalists on mikes (one on the guitar leading the worship).  There is no adult Sunday School.  The children come to worship with their parents, and after the singing are dismissed to their classes.  Dress is casual, with most people in jeans – women and children included.  Even the vocalists leading worship were in jeans and sweaters.  The ABC Cafe’ sits right inside the door with refreshments: donuts, coffee cake, hot coffee, tea, and juice boxes for the kids.

Sitting in the service this Sunday brought back many happy memories for me…memories of South Dade Bible Chapel (where I grew up), meeting in high school auditoriums/cafeterias, and even a bar before moving to “the Promised Land”… memories of my time being involved with ministry at Scofield, as we met in the gym prior to the sanctuary’s construction… memories of picking up children for day camp at DBC and attending Bible studies and youth activities with friends there.  But we left without a sense of God’s leading us to make this our church home.

I must admit, I was a little discouraged.  Everything about this church seemed so right.  It just looked like this would be a perfect fit for our family and what we’re looking for.  All those happy memories… it just seemed like we would be coming “home” here.  But God clearly showed us that He has other plans for us.

I can’t believe that the things we experience on this journey are accidental.  Last week, I posted a tongue-in-cheek commentary on the “church music zone.”  While we didn’t sing “Love the Lord” this week, we did sing “My Savior’s Love.”  Three churches in three weeks with that same song.  I’m not superstitious by any means, but I do believe that God is doing SOMETHING to get my attention.  And the sermon?  Well, it was regarding Abraham’s sacrifice of Isaac…which is part of the Beth Moore Bible Study on The Patriarchs that I’m currently involved with…which begins with the call of Abram out of Ur…which was the catalyst for me resigning my position and leaving PCBC… can this all be coincidence or an accident?  Most definitely not.  God reaffirmed this Sunday our decision to sacrifice-“to lay down our Isaac” as the speaker Sunday morning said- and follow Him in obedience.  That His love is marvelous, wonderful…and our response should simply be to worship and obey.

May it be so. Read the rest of this entry »

Forget Australia, I’m moving to ICELAND!

In one of my favorite children’s books of all time, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No-good, Very Bad Day, Alexander decides that life would be much better were he to move to Australia.

You might want to rethink that decision, Alex.

I realize that in your book, it was the 1970’s and Australia may have been the Island of Paradise, but now we’re in the new millennium.  Times, they are a-changin’ my friend.  And anyone who’s hip and in the know knows that Iceland is the place to be.  Check it out:

Care to join me?

“Cross”-examination: FBC, McKinney

*begin spooky twilight zone music*

We have now entered “The Church Music Zone”. Please don’t try to adjust your ipod or your praise posture. There is no subliminal message, though it’s not beyond the realm of possibility that God is trying to tell you something. But that’s beside the point. Just accept the fact that these songs will follow you wherever you go……. inside the “Church Music Zone.”

*end spooky twilight zone music* Read the rest of this entry »

Number my days

A friend of ours died last night. Just like that.

She was out to dinner with her husband, and then…she was gone. A woman in her mid-40’s. A wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a teacher. Gone. Ripped from the fabric of her family’s life with no warning.

Her parents, who just 3 years ago buried a son, now have to bury a second child.

Her brother is suddenly an only child.

Her husband now finds himself a single parent raising three children and caring for his aging mother alone.

Her children – one in college, one a senior in high school, and one in kindergarten – will never see their mother again.

Her students – who just that afternoon said goodbye to their teacher for what they thought would be a one-week vacation for Thanksgiving – will return in a week to a substitute.

And I think, How…? WHY? Her family has endured SO MUCH…Why this? Why now? Why THEM?

How does a parent bury a second child?

How does a father suddenly become mother also to his children?

How do teenagers – and a young child – suddenly find their way without BOTH a mother and father to guide and love them?

God’s way certainly seems unclear and hard to understand. His plan certainly seems cruel and unfair. His timing certainly seems too soon and too sudden. I can’t even begin to imagine the pain and shock her family must be experiencing. To have to plan a funeral during this season of giving thanks…it just doesn’t make sense.

As we were praying during scrap night last night, God reminded me of this verse:

“Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” (Ps. 90:12)

God knew Shelly’s days. He knew the exact number of them. He knew the hours, the minutes, the seconds we would have to know her and love her. And He knew the perfect time for her to be ushered into her eternal dwelling, where she would no longer be bound by time.

But we didn’t. Her husband didn’t go to dinner with her knowing that this would be the last meal they’d share together. She didn’t wake up that morning thinking, “This will be the last time I’ll see my children off to school.” Her students didn’t say good-bye that afternoon thinking it was forever.

When I received the news, I was at scrap night with a small group of friends. We had spent time together, praying, crying, pleading for a miracle. When we heard that she had passed away, we quietly cleaned up, gathered our things, and headed home. I know I hugged my husband tighter last night…was more grateful for him lying beside me in bed…was more appreciative of the fact that I have him with me for another day. And I think, “Teach me to number my days”…to appreciate these little blessings I take so often for granted…to love my children deeply and with sensitivity and compassion each day…to care for my husband and be his true partner every moment…to be a faithful friend and cherish the moments we share together…for I do not know when it will be my last opportunity to do so.

Thank you, God, for Shelly. Thank you for her life and for her family. Thank you for the friendship we shared, and the opportunity I’ve had to be a part of her life. Thank you for the times we’ve had to share together in ministry. Thank you for the lives she’s touched as a teacher, a co-worker, and a friend. Thank you for the number of her days and for the privilege of sharing in some of them. May her legacy continue on through those who loved her.

Amen and amen.

No Wonder Santa’s so Happy…

Okay, this falls under the “Give me a break” category:

Santas in Australia have been told not to say “Ho Ho Ho” because it’s demeaning to women and could frighten children. Yeah, I’m sure a 2-year-old isn’t offended by a complete and total stranger in a hot wool suit, long beard and frighteningly red cheeks who wants to take him/her away from mommy to have another complete stranger squealing and acting wild at him/her trying to get said child to smile for a picture. No, that’s not what frightens children. It’s the fact that Jolly Old St. Nick is calling that child’s mother a derogatory name.

Instead, Sydney’s Santas have been told to say, “Ha Ha Ha”. Hmm….while little children are sitting on their laps. I won’t even touch that one.

You can read the article here:

Give me a break.

What I did on October vacation, days 5-7

So it’s nearly a month late. Give me a break…I was on vacation time!

Our South Padre vacation ended as wonderfully as it began. On Thursday, we spent some time playing in the condo before heading out to the beach. Crisana and I continued to build sand-sculpture masterpieces under our little shelter. Trey joined us for awhile, creating a little sand village while he took a break from the ocean. It was too windy to fly kites on the beach, so we ended up hanging out in the condo, swimming in the ocean, and playing in the sand most of the day.

Crisana building in the sand.

Trey was obsessed with making the perfect tower!

Our sandcastle village, complete with seashell windows and doors! Read the rest of this entry »

Monday Morning QB

Because of a wedding shower, I didn’t get to watch the game in its entirety, though I did manage to catch snippets here and there (and saw most of the highlights on the Sunday evening sports special).  I must admit, these Cowboys are making it fun to be a fan!

Careless penalties made this game more exciting than it had to be, particularly at the end of the first half.  But the ‘boys came back in the second half and did what they needed to do to put the game out of reach of the Giants.  Since I didn’t see the game completely, I don’t have much more to say on this.  All in all a good game, but the ‘boys better keep their attitudes in check and stay away from those unsportsmanlike penalties.  We don’t want any of those costing us the game.

But hey, at 8-1, we are now guaranteed a winning season! Woot!

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