Showing posts from May, 2007

A Day's Work

Here's the swimsuit. It's all done except for the elastic in the waist and the bra inserts. I have to actually fit those things on her, and my dd is not home yet.

She picked the fabric, not I!

And I could not get the picture to rotate the right way. Oh, well.

The suit is a two piece. It was interesting to construct, as it has panties, shorts and skirt sewn all together for the bottom. It's a bit heavy, which is why the waist band MUST be snug. The top has a shelf bra in it, and once I get them in, bra pads as well. Standard swimsuity type stuff. The whole thing was easy to do, and the fabric was fun to work with.


I am going to sew my daughter this swimsuit. The cute style on the right side of the page that is being worn by the teenage girl. I'll post a picture of the suit when I'm done (but not with my dd in it).

I'm very grateful to have a daughter who WANTS to be modest! She asked for this. How cool is that!

This will be the second swim suit I've ever sewn. They aren't as hard to do as one would think.

Fashion Question

Hem lines for skirts seem to be falling just below the knee these days. This is a cute look.

Am I to old to wear a skirt that comes just below my knee? It seems like most of the women I see wearing this length are younger than I am. Is it an age thing, or is it merely that most women my age (37) or at least the ones I know, don't update their wardrobes often enough?

Help me out here. I"m clueless when it comes to fashion.

Slow Start

Other than my four mile walk this morning, I'm having trouble getting out of the starting blocks. So I'm posting my to do list on the internet. How lame is that?

1. Make bed
2. Clean up kitchen.
3. Bake gfcf bread for my dd.
4. Bake something sugar free for me to keep in the freezer (oatmeal cookies, perhaps?)
5. Put away my laundry.
6. Shower.
7. Tidy up living room and sweep all floors.
8. Dust.
9. Oversee kids school work (sort of happening already).
10. Make a couple of phone calls. (I hate "businessy" type calls. Blech.)

All I want to do is lay around and read. If I can get it all done, I'll take us all to the pool this afternoon. I can lay around and read there, I reckon.


I never did make it to the pool and did not get any time to read.

BUT...I got everything done but the phone calls. Figures! And the gluten free bread was done first thing this morning.

BUT...I also took stuff to the thrift store, found a pair of shorts, then later on went BACK to the t…

Woo Hoo!

My local library is developing a foreign language collection. Mostly Spanish, to be sure, but lots of other languages as well. Today I checked out Harry Potter in German...and in French!

Raise some Money for Autism Speaks

For every click on this wonderful video by FiveforFighting, they will donate a certain amount to Autism Speaks. I think it's $0.49, or something like that. They are hoping to get 10,000 hits. Let's make it more!

Go see the video and forward this to your friends. What Kind of World Do You Want?


God provides!

I've been praying about textbooks for next year. So far someone sent us the right Biology text book because their kid didn't like it, and today my dd's Spanish teacher loaded us down with a Spanish 2 text, Teacher's Manual, and a bunch of Spanish 1 workbooks and a couple of easy Spanish novels that will be on the right level for next year.

It's a start, and a huge gift! Thank you, God!

My daughter's teacher also told me that my daughter is hands down the BEST language student she's ever had the pleasure to teach. I"m very proud.

Babble, babble

Well, catechism class went well last night. One of the people, afterwards said I should teach stuff more often.

Don't I wish!

What is all this for?

Wes and I had a conversation the other night while we were out walking. (Yes, we've become that middle aged couple who walks together three nights a week...good for the body AND the marriage.)

He was telling me about how a co-worker of his sent him a link to a house outside of L-ville in the country. Eight Acres. Four bedroom house. $178,000. Well, we aren't tempted. No, really we aren't. No even ready to THINK about moving to Louisville. The new-to-us commuter car is saving scads of gas money.

Besides, I've been walking these neighborhood streets for ten years with my "Lord Have Mercy"s and my prayer rope. Greeting the people. Shy, but trying to invest myself somewhat.

And I reminded him of old conversations. It's hard to be downwardly mobile when you start at the very bottom. And believe me, that's where we started. But, as the years go by things are a bit can be intentionally non-upwardly mobile. That is what we embrace…

Hangs head in shame...

Yes, it's true. I finally ventured on the scale this past weekend. Eeeeep! Time to nip the creeping re-gain in the bud before it overtakes all my hard earned success.

So I've started YET ANOTHER blog...a diet blog. So I don't clog this wonderful blog with boring diet stuff. And yes, writing about dieting IS boring. But necessary for us writerly types, I guess. Dieting is like an inescapable reality. Wish I could make it a lifestyle and forever be done with it. Still working on that one.

Allow me to introduce: Move Your Bloomin' Arse


My priest asked me to teach the catechism class this Wednesday night. Only, instead of using normal catechism materials that he's working through, he wants me to pull something together for a special add-on. He has people do that when he's got a conflict. That way, he's in charge of the basic stuff, and other people in the parish bring in "extras".

Some of the tonsured readers, from what I understand, have spoken about the Church calendar, or upcoming feasts...things like that. I'm not a tonsured reader and most of my intellectual life is spent re-learning English grammar as I teach it to my kids. I told Fr. that I'm incapable of those topics (liturgics and calendar stuff and the theology behind it all) and what should I talk about?

He was not much help, but in the space of our conversation I said: What about talking about just living life as an Orthodox Christian, you know...the down and dirty when the newness of it all wears off and the honeymo…

I just love this picture!

I look so happy and full of's from last year.

Just thought I'd share it again.

Lonely and Bereft

The Ascension is one feast I sure don't understand very well. It's not quite as warm and fuzzy as the Nativity, with a sweet newborn baby God born in a manger. It's not the same as Holy Friday with its rending grief, or the expected unexpected joy of Pascha.

By now I'm thoroughly sick of singing Christ is risen from the dead. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I think. Enough already. Christ is risen, and I'm still fat. Christ is risen and the house is still perpetually cluttered. Christ is risen and there is laundry to fold. Christ is risen and I still have to battle these constant voices in my head telling me I'm not enough of whatever it is I ought to be enough of.

But my mind goes to the precious story of Jesus by the lake, when his disciples are out fishing, when they recognize him, and there's a fire going, fish cooking, and Peter jumps out of the boat and lunges, swims, splashes toward Jesus. I like Peter in that moment. That is so like something I would do…


I took the kids to the park yesterday. I swear, I think I have a sign floating over my head that only bums can see. So often I get approached.

Now, lots of times, I'll go out of my way to seek a needy person out, and talk to that person and ask if there is anything I can do to help, etc. Just a week or so ago, I ended up having a delightful conversation that even ended in prayer (the prayer was his suggestion, not mine), with tears streaming down our faces as we interceded for this homeless man's sick wife who had kicked him out. Beautiful prayer to Jesus.

Well, yesterday was not so wonderful. But not really really bad either. I'm sitting on the bench watching my son practice his skating in the skate park. He was going down into the empty-pool-like basins designed for skaters and skate boards. His first time ever at the park, on in-line skates. He was doing alright for a beginner, and the very few older guys that were there were mostly just sitting around talking…

Candied Meth

Apparently there is a new drug on the streets: Candied Meth. It comes in many different flavors, and resembles Pop Rocks. One of the street names is Strawberry Quick. And yes, it seems to be targeted to children, somewhat. I checked it out at since I'd first heard about it via an eternally forwarded e-mail, and I tend not to trust those. Sure enough, it's for real.
It first started showing up on the streets in January of this year, so it is very very new. And yes, it is being found in schools. Nasty, evil, vile, whoever invented it! There's a nice cute picture of pretty pink candy at this link!

A good book

was implicated in keeping up a bit past my bed-time last night. I was sneaky. The rest of the house slumbered while the pages kept turning. Before I knew it, it was 3:15 am! I was smart, and made sandwiches for my husband (yeah, I know...He can do it, but hates to so I do it.) before I went to bed so I would not feel like I had to get up early and see him off. Breakfast was an evening-made batch of muffins sitting on the table with a kitchen towel draped over them, so that way the kids were taken care of as well. So, I slept in a wee bit. But 7:45 am is still mighty early when burning the mega-post-midnight oil.

Whee, I"m loopy right now!

Sitting at Her Feet

"Rejoice O Virgin Theotokos, Mary full of grace. The Lord is with thee! Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, for thou hast borne the savior of our souls!"

She teaches me to be yielded to God.
She teaches me about quiet grace.
She teaches me about grief and joy, about longing and fulfillment to be found only in God.
She teaches me about purity and chastity.
She teaches me about faithfulness.
She teaches me about her Son, our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
She teaches me about dying well.
She teaches me about living.
She teaches me in a stable in Bethlehem.
She teaches me receiving wisemen and kings.
She teaches me about motherhood, with Christ in her arms.
She teaches me with a Mother's searching heart.
She teaches me with her boldness before her Son.
She teaches me about faithfully following this God whom she bore.
She teaches me at the foot of the cross.
She teaches me with the myrrh bearing women, surprised by the empty tomb…

The Morning Face Challenge

My friend Lisa has issued a morning face challenge on her blog. Ah, yes! The unvarnished truth of what women look like first thing in the morning.

Quite frankly, since I don't wear much make-up, and when I do it's only a little bit, the skin part of this challenge is not so scary.

And then there's the hair. I'm one of these people who does need to put some serious effort into my appearance to only get a modicum of goodness from my looks. Especially my hair!

Well, never one to shirk a challenge, here's me, and all my morning glory. I'm 37 years old, have a bit of gray in my hair, and am eternally struggling to merely be/stay plump.

Some wiser person on another blog said it well: It's time to let the younger women shine. What a relief! I was never much good at that, anyways.

"She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the a…

That which is Mundane

I sure did enjoy my break from fibro for the last couple of months! Here we go again. I guess that's what the exhaustion is from. I'm definitely hurting again, but it's slightly milder than before. And I can still do more than I used to be able to do. So it goes. The protocol works much the same as that for gout: I take the meds, they do their thing and cyclically (sometimes on, sometimes not on) the meds pull the gunk out that's causing the fibro symptoms. This gunk removal causes symptoms to be temporarily exacerbated. And then after a time, I get a symptom free break. And then it begins again. In about five years I should be done cycling altogether. Meanwhile, I live with this up and down. However, my down is not nearly as low as it used to be. And my up times are more like normal, and they are lasting longer. This last good phase was from early lent until now. Thanks God!

I finally put two and two toge…


Nine months of mega stress....most of it that, after the first couple of months, I've managed to bury deep...are coming to a resolution.

What do you do after the stress is over? I think it all comes spewing out, to be resolved and healed. More tears today than I'd have thought necessary. And I'm so tired I can barely think.

It has everything to do with getting a car. Everything to do with dh's job situation resolving. All of that. It started last August and now it's resolved.

The good news is, my hair was short last summer, but when dh quit his job, I stopped getting it cut. Through the worst part of growing it out now, and it is healthier than it's been in years, past my shoulders and getting longer every day, and very, very curly.

So I got good hair out of the stress.

My first year back at homeschooling is almost over, and has gone really well. So that's more "resolution". Just a few more weeks. We are on the same schedule as the …

Woo Hoo!

Income tax refund and now we are a two car family. Of course, car deux is a beater (1999 Nissan Sentra), but it will get better gas mileage on "ze longe commutte" hither and yon to L-vile and back (no that's not a typo...well, it was and then I sort of thought it was funny so I left it...).

The first thing one of the kids said, when we got back from the used car lot was: "You mean now we can go to the LIBRARY whenever we want????!!!!"

Tee hee, isn't it great? ...the library...

Generation Gap

I wandered into the Family (Christian) Bookstore last night in search of pre-teen appropriate "cool" music. She wanted Hillary Duff for her eleventh birthday and I said Hillary was so "over". We don't much keep up with pop culture around here, so I sort of got away with that. We certainly don't know who's the latest who. Which makes me think I can get away with buying some Contemporary Christian Music for the child and she'll be happy.

I spent my teen years in Nashville, surrounded by people in the CCM music scene. I was rather under-impressed. Same three producers. Same sound. Lather, rinse, repeat. Those were the eighties. These are the 00's. Kathy Triccoli, Amy Grant and Michael W. Smith are still at it, but other than that: Oh, how things have changed!

So, I walk into the store and explain what I'm looking for. No problem! Soon I was ensconced at a demo-listening station perusing the likes of "Superchick" and Zo…

What Does the Lord Require of Us?

Image mercy, seek justice, and walk humbly with our God...

So often, what comes to mind when I think of this part of Holy Scripture, is the place a few blocks away that feeds homeless people seven days a week, three meals a day. So often I think of things to vote for. So often I think of the downtrodden whom I don't even know and can't really personally do much for anyways. Or there's the favorite social justice issue du jour that only affects me insofar as it might impact the places I shop. Pretty cushy, on my end of things, isn't it?

Lisa, over at Author Intrusion is thinking about such things, and asking some very good questions. Her thoughts reminded me of what I was thinking about yesterday:

In my little bitty life as a mother, a homeschooling mother, a Stay-At-Home-Mom (and all the supposedly unappreciated bourgeoisie that that implies), how much do I hold these words at arms length, instead of embracing them right here, right now?

Do I love mercy? Or d…

Is it, or isn't it?

Inquiring minds want to know what is up with the mystery bite. Well, nothing is up. That's what is up. It is giving me absolutely no pain unless I press it with my finger, in which case it feels like a bruise. Duh. It's not getting any bigger. No signs of necrosis, etc. Nothing.

I'm not worried. Maybe it's not a bite at all, but rather the result of an unconcious moment of klutzyness. Believe me, this is entirely possible.

Not all brown recluse bites result in necrosis. If after 48-96 hours there is no change, I need not worry. Thursday will be my day of freedom, in that case. This much I have learned from doing research. So, if the brown spider I caught on my couch this morning is the culprit, and IF he is a BR spider, then his venom does not seem very potent. He's dead, by the way, but the hairy black and white spider with the blue eyes that I caught yesterday is living in my bushes out of doors.

Is it a spider bite? I"m kind of thinking NOT …

Bad Luck Baking

I made a gorgeous strawberry cake last weekend. I was practicing, because my youngest daughter had indicated that she might want one for her birthday, and so I figured I"d try it. All natural. I took a gluten free/casein free white cake recipe (normal white cake recipe would do as well) and instead of 1 cup of milk, I used about 1.5 cups of strawberry puree. The strawberry puree was just about three or four cups of frozen strawberries thawed in the microwave and put through the blender. Whole fruit! Vitamins, antioxident-filled goodness.

And it was pink enough to satisfy even the most die-hard little pink-lovin' girl! This is what the batter looked like.

Finished, but unfrosted, along with some bread I'd also made:

I frosted the cake on Sunday mornig, with white buttercream (OK, margarinecream...but that doesn't sound as nice) frosting, and even sliced up a real strawberry to make a flower on the top of the cake. No picture, sorry.

Taking it out to the ca…