Sunday, December 12, 2010

We Would See Jesus

We would see Jesus
Said the Greeks one day
We've heard so much about Him
We've come to the Temple to pray

We would see Jesus
Is still repeated today
Be we want Him on our terms
Without taking time to pray.

We would see Jesus
As a God of love and delight
Who always forgives our wrongs
And is quick to make everything right.

We would see Jesus
But what does this really mean?
He's a God of terror and love
Who wants to make us clean.

We would see Jesus
We must come at His call
Not simply asking forgiveness
But completely giving our all

We would see Jesus
But do we know how much He hates
When we whine and complain and disobey
And then say His love makes it right

We would see Jesus
Yes, I will see Him someday
But til then I must follow His law
And always Him trust and obey.

Last night we read in our devotions about the Greeks wanting to see Jesus and it struck a chord. That combined with the messages we heard last weekend on being second-mile Christians. We want to claim God's love and mercy and that is great, but we forget that God is a God of terror as well. He doesn't like when we change His rules to make them fit our agenda better. We overlook it and say it's okay--I'm not really doing anything wrong. But when we look at in the eternal perspective, it is really worth it?

In other news, we are enjoying our second snow day. Yesterday, all the caroling stuff was cancelled and today church has been cancelled. Dear D has been out all morning plowing snow and trying to find the steers amidst all the snow drifts. He came in once for a coffee warm up. I think I should just bundle up and go see what it really is like out there, but I am almost too chicken. We will be going out in it this aft to go do some caroling. Maybe I can just wait until then. But now the breakfast enchiladas are calling for attentions.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

We should Write a Book

"Oh, I just wanted to say how cute you are sitting behind your desk. You, a Mennonite, sitting there behind the computer. " The whole simple lifestyle and modern technology combo must have really impressed this lady. This was not a verbatim comment, but it gives the gist of our cute secretary. This same lady had mentioned to me the day before. "I wore a hat today too--bad hair day" Is that why we wear them? I had no idea.

Okay, so i had a bunch more written and then realized too late the internet had disconnected and nothing was saved. Not humored and not in the mood to rewrite it all.

So long

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Bold Love

I've been reading a book called "Bold Love" by Dr. Dan B. Allender and Dr. Tremper Longman III. I think I've alluded to it before possibly. The thing that has been sticking out to me this week is in a chapter called "Hungering for Restoration". Allow me to quote a few things that have stuck out to me.

"To forgive another means to cancel the debt of what is owed in order to provide a door of opportunity for repentance and restoration of the broken relationship"

"Biblical forgiveness is never unconditional and one-sided. It is not letting others go off scot-free, "forgiven," and enabled to do harm again without any consequence. Instead forgiveness is an invitation to reconciliation, not the blind, cheap granting of it."

"Forgiveness involves a heart that cancels the debt but does not lend new money until repentance occurs. A forgiving heart opens the door to any who knock. But entry into that home (that is, the heart) does not occur until the muddy shoes and dirty coat have been taken off. the offender must repent if true intimacy and reconciliation are ever to take place. That means that cheap forgiveness - peace at any cost that sacrifices honesty, integrity, and passion - is not true forgiveness."

But along with all that is a deep hunger to see the person who offended you repent so that reconciliation can occur. I think it is very easy to say you forgive someone for a wrong done against you, but then go and ignore the person whenever possible instead of actively seeking reconciliation with that person. I can't say it as good as the authors say it: "Forgiveness is far more than a business transaction; it is the sacrifice o a heartbroken Father who weeps over the loss of His child and longs to see the child restored to life and love and goodness. Forgiveness always involves the strongest emotions of the soul. It always beats with a fervor for the offender and the relationship to be restored to beauty. "

Along a little different trail, but in the same chapter, it talked about a man who had been a compulsive eater, hooked on porn and codependent in relationships. His one goal in life was to be free of the struggle with the temptations. But once he began to really look at the deeper issues of life, he came face to face with his hatred of God and other things came to light and he began to desire much more. "Joining a far more important crusade than symptom resolution brought about an ennobling passion that made the passion for pornography, food, and codependent relationships look pale in contrast. No one will leave an addiction or compulsion unless a competing passion is offered that gives a taste of what the soul was meant to enjoy. Only heaven with the beauty of restoration is a big enough passion to draw us away from the petty distractions and cheap addictions of this sorry world."

That really caught me this morning when I read that. What am I truly passionate about? Is my passion heaven, or am I sidelined by the busyness of life, my hobbies, my job, my dreams? What really is driving my life?

So there you have a little of what I want to inspire me in the coming week.

Hope everyone has a lovely week.

Saturday, September 25, 2010


The sun is shining, the sun is shining. The sun is a beautiful thing!!!! After about 5 3/4 inches of rain, the sun is a welcome treat. Life just looks so much better when the sun is shining and when your man is home.

D went for an overnight primitive camping trip. I stayed home and did things that I used to do, like stay up really, really late and then sleep in really, really, really late. It was great, but it is also very great to have D back home again. It's weird how it works. I used to get along just fine by myself, bragged about it really and now I love having my husband at home. I will admit though I do enjoy the occasional evening at home by myself. Last night all the "widow" ladies got together for supper. I went, but I would have been just as content at home by myself. Besides they all were mom with at least 3 children, most of them have 6 children, so it was a little out of my league. And I dont like coming home after dark that much with stuff to bring in from the car. I know I am a chicken about the dark. I came home, lit some candles, heated a partial cup of coffee and snuggled down on the couch with a book and blankets and read the night away. Yes, I can still sleep by myself and no I don't need to go to somebody else's house to sleep. I don't care that others did; I'm sure if my close friends were around it would have been a complete blast to do it. Thinking about it--we should do that sometime. Get out all the junk food and pop and talk and laugh until the sunrise.

So saying all that in a very disjointed and complex paragraph, I should get back to working on my stuff for weight loss and healthy eating. I don't suppose the junk food and pop will have any play in my studying, huh. Even though I am drinking a pop, but it is a diet soda to be sure.

I better go; I was planning to take a break from typing as my hands and wrists get tired, and this blogging didn't help matters at all

So long. Go enjoy the sunshine; one never knows how long it will last.

Thursday, September 23, 2010


I try to be a fairly upbeat person, but when I come out to the kitchen at 5:00 in the morning and step in a puddle of water that is running in a straight line clear across my kitchen and can be traced under the freezer and then turns and goes along the trim to the door. If you lift the rug, you will find a well soaked and soppy floor. Oh and the newspaper that the tomatoes are laying on has the well-sogged look of wet newspaper. Then we go outside and our ditch is clear full of water and running down into the next ditch, which is running into the next ditch and so on until it reaches the culvert where it runs under the road. The area outside the door of the calf barn is a pool of water which requires strategic arrangement of the door, the truck door and the feet to prevent a foot soaking.

Fast forward an hour and a half: we are returning from chores; the water has gone down considerably in the ditches, but alas a peak into the barn shows the poor calves are up to their shins in water. Now, I don't really know where the shins are on a calf, but you get the idea. But the fans had dried off the floor nicely and all things proceeded as they had been from the beginning of....whenever.

The rain gauge said 3 and 3/4 inches and the rain continues to fall; an estimated 2 and 1/2 inches for today. I am thinking of putting pontoon wheels under the trailer, but I am not sure if we will get flooded out by the water rising so high or by it coming in at all conceivable crevices. To make it worse, I am still harboring this secret fear that I will wake up one morning under the trailer due to the floor completely rotting through under my bed. It wouldn't be so bad if there wouldn't be mice under the trailer. There are a few less than there had been, because they have been venturing up to the upside of the floor and getting their noses caught in some very efficient peanut butter traps. I think that ends the journey for all good mice; at least I haven't seen any further evidence of them.

I was going to clean house this evening; I still must clean up my poor kitchen floor that has a rug turned upside down on it, but I may chicken out and just nestle up with a book in a corner somewhere. Or maybe I will be industious. Who will know?

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Labor Day Weekend and Beyond

I'm not sure why this picture was taken, except maybe to show the clutter on the floor. We always keep leaves on our rugs. It gives the house more of an outdoorsy look!!
Grandpa helping Ryan feed a calf the bottle. Ryan was very excited about feeding calves. He still remembers a little calf we had over a year ago that we had called Mikey.

He has no fear. I'm sorry, there are lots of pics of Ryan. Blame Katrina, I got them off of her camera. I guess when you are little and cute and excited about life, you get lots of pics taken.

Ross' version of helping with chores. He was busy combining corn. Shelling, that is the word I want. I couldn't think what the word was for getting the corn off the husk.

Ryan seeing what some field corn tastes like. He soon gave that up; someone combined the corn and on the way home, they had fun throwing corn kernels at people.

Headed out on a walk. Almost everyone walked down Sunday evening to where we were choring.

Ryan bonding with Jax. Him and Roxanne really liked the animals. He tried to straighten Jax's tail, but it didn't work so well for him. Sorry Ryan, his tail is still curly.

This is Veronica. She did a lot of that. The fly swatter is also significant in that we were overtaken by flies in the house and so a good bit of swatting went on.

Well, I'm back. I haven't been posting very much lately. Maybe the newness has worn off or I just haven't felt like blogging. Possibly a combination of both. I was going to post some pictures of our Labor Day Weekend family get together, but the computer is rebelling against downloading the pictures. I suppose about the time I have this all written, the pictures will download at any crazy old spot. Well know this, that I will not rewrite this and so if pictures are all weird and out of order, that's why.
We had a good Labor Day. My parents and oldest sister and her family came down. It was a good time. Just relaxed, ate food, did chores and then Monday, the females went shopping. Unfortunately because it was a holiday not all of the stores were open. We didn't make it to the great St. Vincent's; however I went there today and got a lot of books for a few bucks. I said this for the benefit of my nieces in case they read this that they will then despair on what we missed out on. I don't have a lot more to say about the weekend, as I was hoping the pictures would help tell the story. Let me check on the progress, or lack there of of uploading or downloading or whatever kind of loading or unloading these pictures are trying to do.

This week, my big nephew, R stayed down to help D on the farm with some calfly chores. It was fun to have my nephew around. It seems weird that he is so old and even mature. He's having a great weekend, so I think that made up for some of the blood and guts and manure of the week.
Yeah, I got to chase calves last night. It was a real treat. This time, I was at least somewhat presentable. The silly little things were headed down the road to the hayfield. Thankfully, they were fairly easily coralled and stuffed back into their pen. Earlier this week, I came home to see some calves in the yard and a few looking out the feed room door window at me. That's weird to see that. They trashed the feedroom, but R came to the rescue and graciously cleaned it up. We think he should move down here.

So, our weight loss group goes official on Tuesday. I'm a little nervous about it all. I know nothing about these kinds of things and what do I think I'm doing trying to run one. So Kerra and I will give it our best effort and see if the pounds come sliding off.

Well, I see at least one picture came through when I redid it. We will see where the rest go and if they will come through as well. So the pictures came through, but exactly backwards so far. Let's try a few more.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Calves, Manure, and Muck

Calves have a real mind of their own. I wonder if it is something in the air around them when they are born, but you just don't get a cooperative calf. Maybe they have a carnal nature in them just like humans do.

So I decided to be a nice helpful helpmeet to D yesterday. Actually, I wanted to do it, because it looked like more fun than dishes, peaches, and laundry which I needed to do in the house. So I went out and helped him vaccinate about 127 calves and then we had to run them through a foot bath. I got to carry this cool calf stick around for some of the time to help in the herding process. That made me feel important. But calves really have no respect for you person. If they want you to, they will make you walk through muck that is several inches deep and so you sink in while chasing them and hope you don't fall. Then when you have chased them out of the muck they continue the chase for as long as they can. It actually went fairly well, I thought. I would open and close gates and try to get the calves corralled so Dave could tie the gate and vaccinate them. Only occasionally would they jump the gates to seek their own pleasure. Once that was done, we got to herd them back through a corral through a foot bath. Calves are keen on new things and things that have water in them....... So I was industriously helping the 3rd to last calf through the water when it decided as a final payback for all it had endured that afternoon, it should let loose with a reering reer hoof and smack my leg. Being kicked by a calf is not that great. It leaves a painful leg, that unfortunately doesn't even turn black and blue and so I cannot even use it for self-pity. And the pain doesn't last long either. The only real mark I have from the calves is a scraped and sore spot on my arm where the gate scratched it as I was endeavoring to hold it shut against the shoving, tromping calves.

So that is my story of calves for the day. Nothing real dramatic, I guess, but I like to think that I helped D and that the whole process went much faster because I was there talking incessantly and making overall a general fool of myself if anyone would have overheard me. The calves are great conversationalists, by the way. Or not.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

On Love and Life and Living

It's been a little while since I've updated; I've been meaning to, but life goes on. Actually, now isn't the best time either as the book I would like to quote from is at home and I am at work, so I guess that part will have to be another post.

I've been reading this book called "Bold Love" lately and it's challenging. That's the book I wanted to quote from. He calls us to a higher standard of love than I live up to many times. I will see if I can give the gist of what he says. He says until we learn to forgive, we cannot truly love. He also brought out a point that stomps on my toes. We can not truly forgive until we are stunned into silence and awe over what Jesus sacrificed for us by going to the cross. I've known the crucifixion story from a toddler on up; but how many times do I sit and consider the agony and torture that Jesus went through. He died so I could live. Do I want to die now? No, but if I do, I want it to be quick and painless. I don't want to suffer even a little. Yet, he went through hours of physical suffering, plus the mental anguish he must have endured. His closes comrades, people who were supposed to be His friends, forsook and took off. They weren't going to risk being with Him. He also knew throughout His whole life what His end was going to be. He went through so much for me so I could experience peace, forgiveness and eternal life and yet I just move glibly through life accepting and yet almost ignoring His sacrifice. It is sobering to realize how callused I am. I want to truly love and to sincerely forgive and most of all to truly love Jesus and fully appreciate what He has done for me. I cannot comprehend all He went through, but in my limited understanding I can try to grasp and appreciate and stand in awe of His Supreme Sacrifice. So now my goal is to move forward and to love more fully because of His redemption in my life.

Life is short as we were reminded of again this week when a 19 year old girl from the Horning Church died unexpectedly. She hadn't been feeling well for a few weeks, but it was attributed to a tooth infection, but last weekend they took her to the hospital and by Monday she was pronounced brain dead and Monday evening they took her off of life supports. It reminds me to be ready at any time to die.

So this post is about 5 days later than when it was originally written, but I guess the thoughts are the same.

Friday, August 13, 2010


So, it's been awhile since I've posted. I'm at work right now, but have a little down time, so thought I would say hi to everyone.

Tonight, we are going to attempt our 3rd camping trip of the year. Rain has occurred at every other camping trip so far, and this one doesn't look so favorable. We got a good dump this morning and now I am hoping that will be it. But the beautiful thing is, the rain has decreased the thermometer's rising levels. Wow!!! It was warm the last few days. Warm enough to make me almost crabby. Most of it was pretend, but I wouldn't have done well with a child. Warm flesh against my warm flesh would have about done me in. But of course, I am sure when you have a child, all such selfish inclinations flee and I would have been content and happy rocking my baby to sleep while the sweat slithered gracelessly down my back, my forehead, my neck..... Is that how it works?

Yesterday, was a bad day at work; the main computer crashed first thing which handicaps the rest of the computers, which means no schedule, no patient charts, no billing systems, no nothing. So we did some cleaning, read the Budget, shot the breeze and overall didn't seem to accomplish too much until finally we went home early, leaving the boss to struggle and toil away until finally a new computer box was purchased and we are back in business today. So now the secretary is blessed with the job of sitting for hours or so it seems on tech support lines trying to get all the various printers back up and running so we can do our labs pertinent to life at a small town clinic.

Oh, we did get to see a burning vehicle yesterday. Milk truck ran into the guard rails about 1/4 mile or so (give or take a half-mile) and burst into flames. That was kind of neat to watch. I understand the man was able to get out; which was a concern on our end. I have discovered that clean up tends to be long and tedious. It took them about 6 or 7 hours to get the road opened again.

So, how much should good camping food cost?

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

I Will Do More

I will do more than belong, I will participate.
I will do more than care, I will help.
I will do more than believe, I will practice.
I will do more than be fair, I will be kind.
I will do more than forgive, I will love.
I will do more than earn, I will enrich.
I will do more than teache, I will serve.
I will do more than live, I will grow.
I will do more than be friendly, I will be a friend.
-Donna Partow-

Sunday, August 1, 2010

This and That

I wonder if I don't start about all my emails like that. Just sort of a non-commital way of saying I have no idea what I intend to say, but want to say something anyway.

It's been a while since I posted. We had a great camping trip, in spite of getting rained out. But hey, camping in a house with a real bed is my style of camping anyway. I might post pictures of it sometime.

I just spent a lot of time cruising the internet looking for cool blogs to follow. If I didn't click on yours, please do not take offense. I have a love of blogs that show room make overs and ideas of things to make for cheap. Not that I would ever actually get around to doing these projects, but I like to dream about the fact that I would.

Lately, I have been contemplating embarking on the task of a kitchen makeover. It looks big and it looks complicated and it looks like a lot of trimming involved, but I keep toying with the idea that if I save my pennies well, maybe I can tackle a small piece of it this winter at least. We'll see. I can imagine perfectly well that winter will come and go and the kitchen will still look the same. The excuse that seems to work perfectly is "I don't know how long we will live here and why put time and money into something that we will only live in for a short while after anyways." The rebuttal to that is, "Yes, but then I would know if I liked it or not." So until then, I will keep looking for cool makeovers for cheap that I could copy cat.

This last week was not a week I would want to redo ever again. Our lead pastor's wife died last Saturday of cancer and the funeral was Wednesday. Just sad. It was a pretty close family. The thing that has challenged me is what would people say at my funeral. They talked a lot about Elsie's love for her family, for the church, for her hobbies, etc. What would people say I love? I was also challenged by the way she found time for creative outlets in the midst of raising a family. She will be missed; pray for her family if you think of it. We know she is in a better place, but it doesn't seem fair to us to take her so young.

With that said, nothing else seems of any importance, so I think I will sign off.

Until next time.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Quick Post

Its been a while since I posted so I thought maybe it is time for an update. However, I am on my phone and not sure it will be worth the effort to do an in depth post.

First of all, let me say that it is 6:30 in the morning. We have been driving since 9:06 last night and so any attempt at philosophizing may be sadly lacking. So I will try to spare you the trial.

We are enroute to New York to go camping with the in-laws. We have our last puppy riding along in the back seat. Not sure what went wrong but since stopping the cage is sitting back there rattling away!!! But the good news is the puppy is tucked away for another nap. So far he makes a fair traveler.

Does traveler really only have one L? I consider myself a fairly good speller and I just don't know if that's how I would have spelled it.

Sometime I need to talk about my garden. Well, maybe ill just do it now. Since I started keeping track about 2 or so weeks ago, we have taken off 93 buckets of weeds. These are 5 gallon buckets that are stuffed full. That's a lot of weeds. That's about all I will say about my garden. I am very pleased with the production this year. Its been fun to eat fresh things. I am a little tired of beans though and I've only done them twice and mom has helped on one of those.

Well I think it is time to move on now. There's more things to say, but I will have to come back later.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Puppies and Cake

Mocha and a litle puppy all snuggled up together. That doesn't happen very often-Mocha tends not to want them too close to her for fear they will try to eat.
Jax is our other puppy. He is terribly selfish. He can't handle it when the puppies are playing with something that he wants. He drug this poor little girl all over. She wouldn't let go and he was determined to get it. She was by far our most aggressive little puppy. She now goes by the name of a Star Trek character. Padman? Not quite sure.

My Flag cake. Don't look too closely, but I was relatively pleased with how it turned out.

Happy July 4th

Happy July 4th. This post will really have nothing to do with Independence Day or will it? I don't know yet, I guess. The biggest challenge will be to see if I will still have internet service by the time I finish this post, so it can even be posted.

I made this "cute" cake for July 4th: little flag cake with blueberries and raspberries. Didn't turn out too bad for a first-time try at anything real creatively decorative. But I learned one cardinal rule. Don't try to make stars or any design with frosting when the room temp is about 85 degrees. It's more like pudding at that point, so instead of nice star lines, I just tried to smooth them out. However, my cake is now just sitting in the fridge, with one small sliver taken out of it. We were going to have a small party last evening, but then D got sick and the party was cancelled and there has been no one to eat my cake. I took a small piece out this morning so I could taste it, but now I am afraid the precious raspberries are going to go bad before it gets eaten. So does anyway care for flag cake? There's lots of buttery frosting on it!!! I really should have a picture of it, I guess to do it justice. Maybe if I can complete this post without losing the internet, I will try and post a pic.

Sickness: totally not fun. Ran to our great town of Spencer this morning to buy sick medicines and sick-friendly food and drinks. The sick are feeling better though, I think, which is definitely a blessing.

This week I was listening to a series from Revive our Hearts entitled, "Hows your Love Life?" It was very challenging to me. Love is defined as doing something for someone else with no though of return for yourself. That's not verbatim, but you get the idea. That is hard to do. Tonight when I was struggling through chores, wondering why we live on a farm, I had to remind myself that love is sacrificial. Now, it isn't always that hard for me to love, but when I am pulling hose that is covered in slimy manure, the loving and cheerfulness comes a bit harder than at other times. Nancy took the love chapter from the Bible and broke it down into the different parts. Am I patient? Am I kind or rude? Do I delight in the truth and hate gossip or do I love to tell the latest news to my friends and then discuss it to smithereens? The basis for all of my actions should be love. If I want to help someone and am willing to spend crazy amounts of time with them and try to mentor them and guide them, that's great. But if I do it out of duty or out of beating them back in to line, it will avail nothing. I must love them. The adage is very true that people want to know you care before they will listen to what you say. So my challenge for myself and for everyone who reads this is: Love!!! Make that your ever present motivator for every decision you make, every word you say, every action you pursue. It takes a conscious effort, and I have a long ways to go yet, but I want my life to be rooted and grounded in love. First off in love for the Lord and then in love for my husband, my family, and all those around me.

Freedom? Today is Independence Day. Are we really free? What does freedom entail? Is it the freedom to do whatever I want, whenever I want? Is that really freedom? Some would say it is--those who would say that rules are boundaries that restrict my rights. I think of freedom as a big fenced in area. In the middle of the field there is a central Figure that is set there to guide us and direct us. There is lots of room to move around inside the fence and as long as we stay in the middle and look to the Central Figure, we don't even think about the fence. We are just happy following our Guide. It's when we take our eyes off of the Figue in the middle that we look at the fence and start wishing to be on the other side. But once we are on the other side, there is nothing to hold us, nothing to draw us and then we are wandering aimlessly and wondering how we ever thought this would be free. I don't know if this is an accurate description or makes sense to anyone or not, but this is what came to mind when I was writing.

I think it is very true for a Christian--if our focus is on Christ and doing what He wants, we won't allow the things that are not for Christians to bother us. They will not even draw our attention, because we are so busy doing what Christ wants. I have a lot of growing to do in this area--to just focus totally on Christ and not on those around us. No comparisons allowed here. It's all or nothing for Christ.

I need to move along here: sometime I want to blog a bit about the book I am reading on abortion.


Friday, June 25, 2010

My Week

So here's a small recap of my week. I'm not sure why I'm doing this, except I think to emphasize what I did with a lot of my spare time this week. Okay, maybe not a lot of my spare time, but some of it.

Sunday: stayed home from church due to cough and bad nose. This caused everyone to assume I was PG. It's ridiculous the way people jump to conclusions. Okay, maybe not everyone assumed this, sounds so much better to say everyone. Oh and my dad came to spend a couple days helping D on the barn.

Monday: I worked, then in the evening I browsed the great world wide web for canning recipes. More like I browsed for some of their recipes.

Tuesday: I worked all day from 8:30 to about 9:45 helping a mother labor her child into the world. Let's say, she had a lusty voice and made the comment that she often has a sore throat after delivery. I understand why.

Wednesday: I weeded the garden for a little in the morning until I decided that ankle deep and beyond in the mud might be just a little wet. I lazed the rest of the day away, making a list of things I want to can this summer/fall and how many of each thing. The evening was girls' club.

Thursday: I worked and when I got home I weeded the garden for a while. It was less muddy this time.

Today: I worked and when I got home I weeded the garden for a while again. It had dried enough finally that I could get to the rest of my onions and chinese cabbage/dill, but when I attacked some of the potatoes, the dirt came out with the weeds and so I stopped and then it started to rain. So presently I am typing out this blog post with one very used and dirty-looking hand and one nice and prim hand. See, when I weed, I can only have one hand dirty. There is little else worse to me than having dried-dirt-stained hands.

Tomorrow: I am, Lord willing, going to clean up this very messy house and then if it doesn't rain too much tonight I am going to attack the rest of the garden and hope to complete the initial weeding. Weeding is so disheartening--I haven't even finished the first round and round 2 is merrily popping its head around and laughing me in the face for even thinking I could adjourn to the house with a good feeling of a garden well weeded. I am thinking of only doing it once and giving up, but the joy of a clean garden is overtaking me and knowing that the more weeds I pull, the less there should be growing back, unless of course I only pull the tops which happens sometimes and then that is not good and this has become a very long run-on sentence that is rather bad.

Well, I must go. D might want the Internet and I want to read some before going to bed. I was thinking that there was some other note-worthy thing that I wanted to make note of. Yes I remember now. SOMEONE HAS POSTED A COMMENT ON MY SITE!!!!! ACTUALLY THERE WERE 2 COMMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That was exciting to me. Thanks Faye.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Thoughts on thoughts

Now that is a dramatic Title. I bet no one knows what is going to come under this post. Well, that is true, because even I am not sure what all I am going to post. It's going to be more random here and I will try not to take half the post to tell you how random this will be.

So the secretary and I at work are coming up with a new business--selling T-shirts. Somehow, I think we will have to branch out beyond our normal customer base and get out of our comfort zone. But these will be medical specific shirts. The main color will be blue and pink, I guess and then in white or black words across the front, it will say, "GOT LYME?" and below that will be a picture of a little tiny tick or a bulls eye rash. Seriously, that is the rage right now. Even if your tests come back negative, I am sure you still have Lyme. And it is always Lyme or Lyme disease, never Lymes. Even, when the most liberal lab out there says your test is negative; if the ever-present chiropractor says you have Lyme, then you surely must and couldn't you just get the antibiotics without the testing? Yes, I realize Lyme is very prevalent out there these days. My niece has picked over 70 ticks off of herself this year already; but it is only the little tiny deer ticks that will cause Lyme and only a small majority of them will

So here are some brief facts on Lyme.
- If the tick has been on you for over 24 hours, your chances are greater for catching Lyme, but it is not conclusive evidence in itself.
- If you have a nice bulls-eye rash on your body, that is a good sign
- If you start getting some fever; not feeling well, some migrating joint pain, etc. and you had a known tick bit, you might have Lyme
- If the test comes back positive, you have Lyme
- Antibiotics are the only way to get rid of Lyme, (I know this would create cause for discussion and everyone is entitled to their own opinion and that is my belief. You may mess with natural methods and maybe find one that works-that is your belief)

I hope that has been an eye-opening experience for some of you non-readers out there about Lyme disease.

I do have one follower now, so that is nice. Thank you Jo. I am debating letting my Tuesday group know about it. I will have to see when I write my email today.

Another class I am considering starting is a speech class. I would like to instruct children over the age of 10 and some young adults that when you are spoken to, you reply. When I am asking a question about your health and I am looking directly at you, I mean for you to answer. I don't want to look at your mom and let her answer; I want you to answer. I mean, it is a fairly straight forward question. And you are old enough to realize that even though I am a stranger and a little strange on top of it that you must still answer.

Gardening: I love gardening, I have decided. Even now, when the weeds are taking over and the rain keeps coming down, I like the garden. Or should I say, I like to plan the garden and plan the crops and everything. I am working on making a list of all the kinds of things I would like to can this fall or try with my produce. Things like caramelized onions, candied jalepenos, etc. I like to try new things; it broadens one's horizons. On a side note, I pulled a really big radish out of my garden last night; that was fun. Next year, Dave says we are having a greenhouse and then I want to start all kinds of flowers and maybe have some hot house tomatoes. The ones in our house produced okay, but I don't want them overtaking my house again.

Puppies: one mass of whiners. Oh my, if I would be at home today, something would have to happen. I would have to make a pen outside or something. Those little guys are sooooo spoiled and think they have to be outside of their box. So here is what they do: they stretch on their back feet and put their heads over the box and go whine, whine, yip, yip, whine, whine, yip, yip over and over and over again. Then they fall into a blessed sleep after exhausting their voice boxes only to continue the story when they wake up. But soon they will be gone and I think I will kind of miss them. They are terribly cute. There are only 2 left to sell and someone is coming tonight and the people that came last night are still thinking about it, I think. It seemed they were 50/50. They wanted a dog just like the one they have that is 11 years old and I don't think they will find it; plus our males are so identical that they couldn't tell a difference to pick one out.

Well, I am somewhat running out of thoughts to think about. Not that my brain is so shallow as that I just am not sure what to think about on paper or in this case on screen; so I will go for now.


Monday, June 21, 2010


Friends are the flower of life. I know that is a trite comment, but they really do brighten up my life. I have many friends; but a few really close ones, and they are just special to me in so many ways.

Why the dialogue on friends? Well, because the other night Linwood and Jo and Raquel stopped in for a few hours on their way back from Stevens Point. It was such a great evening. Dave and I were so glad they went out of their way and stopped in to see us. We both enjoyed the evening so much. Thanks guys for doing this. It was a spur of the moment spontaneous visit that was just such a blessing. I felt revived and ready to finish out my week.

The night before, my sister had been there overnight and I got to spend some good time with her as well. So all in all, it was a great week.

Oh, and let me not forget to mention 2 good phone calls with 2 other friends. I really did have a "friendly" week. I love those kind and can't wait to hang out with 3 of my best friends in person next month.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

The puppies are getting bigger. Now, I realize there are strong feelings on either side of the debate for whether pug dogs should be allowed an existence or not. There does not appear to be too much ambivalence on the subject. If you are of the class of people that fail to appreciate pug puppies, then I would suggest you just back out of this site and go look at something more to your liking. If you would like to find it in your heart to appreciate the cute little things then scroll down and enjoy the pictures. They are in no way professional, but they show a small amount of what the puppies are like now. You can overlook the fact that one day these puppies will be full grown and if they are like their mother will destroy the house if the owners decide to leave for the day and leave her penned in. I have no idea; why, when they have the whole kitchen to themselves, a mother pug must break through the barriers built for her protection and go into the living room and bathroom to do her business. It makes no sense to me, but then I am not a pug either.

All brand new, May 12, 2010. So very tiny and whiny.

They are 5 weeks old today. I think these are the 3 boys. Fighting, that's what they love to do. They will growl and fight with each other.

I believe the one on the left is the little whiner. He will stand on his hind legs and stretch way up so he can see over the box and then will whine and whine and whine.

The two girls; the one on the left is Dave's favorite and the right one is one jolly, little puppy. She is friendly and fun-loving like her dad.

These puppies are 5 weeks old today and are getting very good at fighting, playing and whining. They are able to stand on their hind feet and see over the top of their box. Now that it is a little nice out, we need to take them outside and let them experience a little sunshine and grass. I believe the one in the middle is the littlest female and Dave's favorite.
So there is a glimpse of our little "family." If you would like to purchase one of these, please let us know. They will make a great addition to your family--every boy and girl needs a little pug puppy to grow up with. They are quite friendly and can bark fiercely at visitors, though all it takes is a little petting to make them mellow out and love you for always.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

It's Tuesday. Tuesdays are wonderful days because I get the whole morning at home to catch up on stuff there. And I did get some stuff accomplished this morning:
- Bran muffins made and they turned out very yummy
- Granola made and nearly done
- Last load of laundry is in the washer
- After the granol is done, I am off to fold laundry and then to sew.

I enjoy sewing, but not just any kind of sewing. I'm not a big fan of sewing clothes, though I don't mind it if everything goes well. I like to sew quilts; they may be more challenging in some respects, but much easier in others.

I've been pondering this thing of stillness and quietness. I read a part of a verse in Psalms that has stuck out to me. "I have stilled and quieted my soul..." Do I do that? Not on a real regular basis, I don't. I get too busy doing other things that are not near so important as resting and being still before God. How do I change my habits? It's not going to be easy, but I want to take the time to be still and to rest in God, to take the time to pray, and to be still and listen for Him to speak to me. I believe if I would take the time to do this, I would be amazed how much more energy and time I would have for the things that do need to get done. God is faithful and He will give me strength as I trust Him one day at a time.

Another purpose of this site will be to share nuances and stories from life. Now, I will try to be very careful not to in any way endanger anyone's privacy. I would not wish for that to happen, so names and places and ages may be changed to hide identity.

At some point, I want to post some pictures of our puppies, but to post the most recent ones, I would need to put my SD card into the computer and this computer has an attitude. It only allows one thing at a time to be plugged in and since I have the cord for the Internet plugged in, I am out of luck. Such are the ways of technology:(:(

Ta Ta

Monday, June 14, 2010

I'm back again. I am not feeling overwhelmingly newsy, but am feeling the urge to write something, just anything. I think it has to do with the new thing. When you have something new, you want to use it or see it. For instance, I bought a keyboard back on black Friday. I played that keyboard all the time for the first few days; now I play it on Sunday mornings for a few minutes. I really do need to play it more. I enjoy playing it; but the newness has worn off. So, bear with me, but I'm sure in a few days, the newness will have worn off of this blog too and then I will rarely post.

I must figure out how to use it though. I thought I had a profile picture posted, but can't find it anywhere. I wrote some little ditty about myself and it didn't show up anywhere. Oh dear, what shall I do? I guess I must take the time and figure out what is going on, or just be content with not having a picture or explanation on here. But things like that bug me really bad. I like to know how to do stuff and not just leave it alone because I don't know what I am doing. It's a predicament, I know. I'm going to be in a bigger predicament if I don't go now and get back to my job.

Ta Ta

Saturday, June 12, 2010



You may ask the question; "Why are you doing this?" The answer to that is, "I'm not sure." So here I am; I have just created a blog for myself. At this point, nobody knows I did this; nobody, but myself and God, and I'm not totally sure why I did this yet. I like to write; I like to journal; I like to put my thoughts down on paper. Why did I pick the world wide web? Maybe someday I want to have a famous blog where many people are hounding it daily to read what new brilliant idea I have come up with in the last 24 hours. But, to do that, I will need to tell someone about my blog. I told my husband I might do one; does that count?

So, until that time in the future when I branch out and tell the world that I have a blog, I will come on here and chronicle some of the journey life and God are taking me on and no one will know. I kind of like that idea; though I am sure at some point I will want to tell people. It's kind of like Facebook and Xanga; it's a way to keep up with friends around the globe that you wouldn't call or email or have any other form of communication with.

So there you have it; some mindless ramblings on why I have set up this blog. I hope to see it include pictures, thoughts, ideas, cooking, and what all have you. It's set up by a random mind who lives on a gravel road and is surrounded by dust and manure; so you will never know what will come forth here.

Now before I close this rambling introductory first post, let me say this: I love my life. It's a great life and I am blessed beyond measure. But now I need to go and mow the lawn. Country folk have lawns to mow and ours seems to have the best growing rate in the county. Think more hayfield and you may have an accurate mental picture.

So long to no one.

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