tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89463203536628136332012-02-16T00:21:16.479-08:00Andreanoreply@blogger.comBlogger351125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946320353662813633.post-40747264360805063772011-12-12T16:30:00.000-08:002011-12-12T16:31:08.266-08:00

We sat side-by-side at the dining room table reading the paper. "Finally," he said in remark to the protests in Russia. I giggled in the background. "What's going on?" He told me, and with passion because he gets passionate about world issues. "Oh. That's good, then." I said very Midwestern-like. "Hey, you gotta read this," I said while pointing to the comic strip. He read it, humored me with

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  Me thinks I'll be making this hat, perhaps with matching culottes (can anyone tell me why images of anything other than culottes comes up when you google images for culottes).  Cleanse my mind oh Lord! Anyway, I have a skirt that is dying to have a new life as a hat and maybe a pair of culottes...or a vest. See? Hat. Definitely a hat. I have a few free hours tonight.  I think I'll start

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I have been convicted about a few things over the last few days, but it isn't like I didn't see it coming.  It was all part of an ongoing conversation I've been having with the Lord. A wrestling match, even. I've been wrestling with the Lord about some old issues.  It's been a good process, but I guess it's all coming to a head. The other night after I received a word and was mulling it over in

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I made it to boot camp everyday!  Some days I wanted to keep sleeping, but I always wanted to go to class.  Unfortunately, I have not lost any weight. Then again, it was only 4 days of exercise. My wonderful children were strangely excited about taking my before pictures. Giddy Somewhere beneath those layers is a coke bottle figure.  HA!  The boot camp involves going through a variety of

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Over the next 30 days (I started Monday) I will engage in several activities that I am hoping will eventually become new habits (interesting link).  These activities are related to my spiritual, physical, and relational health (specifically marriage and family).  I do not expect that after 30 days these things will be new habits, but I am expecting that after 30 days I will have seen enough

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  [uh-wey-kuh-ning]  adjective  1.rousing; quickening 2.the act of awaking from sleep.3.a revival of interest or attention.4.a recognition, realization, or coming into awareness of something: a rude awakening to the disagreeable facts. 5.a renewal of interest in religion, especially in a community; a revival.

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Horst and Friends/Intelligent Nutrients Headquarters: Cool jewelry and perfume bottles   No turning back Shampoo bed. It looks like a tongue Ready to sleep after my complimentary mini facial and non complimentary brow wax Ebony does my brows just like I like em, but I must still have a lil tan left from the summer. The cut--trying something new: BANGS! The style and finished

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I'm having a moment where I'm feeling more pressure than I should for what's going on in my life.  I don't like pressure. Not this kind.  I just want to hide for a little while and listen to music. Over the summer I read a book that was helpful to a degree. On one hand it was the weirdest book I have ever read about being an introvert (or was it the highly sensitive people book?). On the other

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My daughter wants to order this book, but I can't tell if it's going to give her legitimate ways to make money, or if it's just going to teach her how to make money.

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The story of the broken table I think I was a little stressed when I was a pastor's wife more and then there's this one redheaded stream of consciousness

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 I love this band.  But even more, I love the truth that is communicated here.  Ah...truth. Ah...music. This song is based on and reminds me of verses that are part of my life's soundtrack. Revelation 21:5Isaiah 61:3Romans 12:2I love that God changes us. We are not the same.  My salvation was a little less than spectacular outside of the joy that it occurred, but there have been AMAZING

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--"Hallelujah, taste like rain." --"Hallelujah, chicka wah wah, yeah baby!"

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This past weekend I got to spend the weekend with four wonderful ladies. We talked, we laughed, I cried. They promised that they would cry too by the end of the night, but I don’t think anyone did. They owe me. We talked about a lot of things, but only one topic of conversation surprised me. Poop! I had no idea that a group of women would sit and talk about poop for so long. I just realized

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Last night I said that I wasn't interested in ministering to Christians, and that I would much rather minister to people who truly don't know Jesus yet--the underdog so to speak.  That's not true.   What I meant to say was that at this point in my life I'm not interested in the frustration of being in an ineffective ministry or the hurt that could potentially come with ministering to anyone--

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This normal, working American lifestyle is eating away at opportunities for adventure.

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I want to take this grapefruit spoon and gouge my eyes out.

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Bald with dignity. As a woman, I have to admit that balding is one of the least attractive natural occurrences in a man’s aging life. Not to say that a man becomes unattractive when he loses his hair. What I mean to say is that of all the things that happen to a man when he ages—compared to the things that happen to a woman when she ages—balding is the least attractive (after ear hair, warts,

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I like spending money.

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One morning I had a revolutionary idea. The dress I wore needed a few extra inches on the neckline. I didn’t have a coordinating tank top or options to change into. So I decided to wear a leotard underneath. I also figured that there would be no need to wear underwear since the leotard would serve quite comfortably as undies. I wore a bra cause I needed the extra shaping. It wasn’t until I was

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Monday is my favorite because I go to my Toastmasters meeting. I get to hear people speak; learn something, and sometimes I speak. Tuesday is probably my most, most favorite-est day ever. Tuesday I have voice lessons, and I will be sad when it ends. Wednesday is youth group. Which quite honestly, I initially dread until I get in the car and get there, because you need energy to work with youth.

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Sometimes I read something in the Bible that makes me close my eyes, clinch the Bible in my hands and hold it to my heart. I lay there hoping that squeezing  it more tightly will make Jesus appear in its place. Awake, awake, put on your strength, O Zion; put on your beautiful garments, O Jerusalem, the holy city; for there shall no more come into you the uncircumcised and the unclean. 2 Shake

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It isn't everyday I visit a full service car wash.  I quite enjoy the nostalgia of the drive through auto wash, and the joy of sitting in the car with my kids as the car windows fill with soap. Last Tuesday, I must have thought that my car somehow deserved more than to be left dotted with soap after a  "spotless" rinse.  I must have decided that a good car wash was a good substitute for soothing

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my husband Jesus my children Bachmann's (houseplants) thrifting youth group my friends  my church my hair my skin tone looking young my 30s laughing this gloomy rain-snow voice lessons being creative without being weird not getting depressed because I'm not being creative exercising with my hubby teal nail polish TOMS endless.com hot pink,teal, and green to be continued

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Here's a list, as I pull items out one-by-one grocery store receipt listening device gum wrapper w/ ABC gum work badge my wallet membership card holder notepad blank handout for church notes a prophetic word I wrote for someone that I still haven't given to them ROC brochure scrap paper with names of Irish bands listed off by a lady at work  printouts of the songs I'm learning for my voice

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