another half-baked post...

Thought of the day #1

Heaven is highly populated with children... so, does it get messy there too?   'Cause, when I'm dead I think I'd enjoy an eternal break from dishes and picking up Leggos.  I'll be happy to wash Jesus's feet, but the buck stops there.

                           Warning: completely unrelated material to follow

Today, I helped my grandma pull up the last of the carrots in her garden.  And I thought it would be nice (since she's making me, YET ANOTHER COSTUME), to make her some carrot cupcakes.

I ended up having more batter than cupcake liners, which led me to:

Thought of the day #2

What happens when you make a pancake out of regular cake batter?

So far so good...

Hmm... We'll never do that again, probably.

Well, at least the cupcakes turned out nicely.

I aint, double, got no, negative, cream cheese so I guess I'll be frosting these babies tomorrow.

Perhaps my "helpers" will be assisting me then as well.

I leave their stools out, just in case.

Live well, my Bloggies.

'night.

My Trash Talkin' Granny

I was eleven.  My brother was five.  Grandma had agreed to watch both of us overnight.  (What was she thinking?)  My Grandmother (this one anyway) was never the cooking/baking grandma.  She was more of the, "Let's get take-out and go to the movies!" granny.  That was ok by us.
     On this particular day, she decided (or more likely, we did) to get something at the McDonald's drive thru.  She pulled up and waited for the McEmployee's voice to ask her what she wanted.  Nobody on the other end was polite enough to ever greet her, so she took the liberty of placing her order sans salutation.
"I'd like two chicken nugget meals, one with a toy for a boy and one for a girl, a fish sandwich and a medium fry." No response.  She was getting pretty miffed about the bad service.  Other cars in line started to honk at her, as if to say, "Move it already, Lady."  Some of them gave up and sped around her in hopes of finding "fast" food somewhere else.  I remember she did one of those iconic old lady, "Well I never!"s.  My brother and I stared at each other.  Finally he said to me, "You tell her."  "Alright, I'll do it.  Uh, Grandma, ... you're talking into the trash can."
    If you've ever met my Grandmother, you know well her fits of laughter.  She burst into one of them in line at the drive through .  (I'm thankful for the people who can laugh at themselves.)  As soon as Grandma wiped her tears for the third time, she successfully communicated her desire for happy meals and some McSomething or others, and we happily munched on our long anticipated dinner.  Grandma, if you ever read this, I love you, and I am grateful for all the fun memories we have together.

Here it comes:

Grandma wasn't getting her desire met because she wasn't connected to the right source.

Could it be the same with us?  Of course.  We as humans, all have needs and wants.  The only way to see all of our desires fulfilled is to place our order with the Big Mac "Heavenly" Daddy Himself, aka God.

You see,  He created us to be dependent on Him.  Why?  Because he longs for a relationship with us.  Yup, that's what I said.  THE GUY WHO CREATED THE SUN AND THE STARS AND MATTER, wants to be your friend.  He wants YOU and ME to break down and say, "I can do a lot better with YOU God, working with me.  YOU GOD can be a part of my life.  In fact, I will let YOU GOD run the show.  YOU GOD want me to be blessed and fulfilled so, hey, let's go with that."

That's what makes the difference you see in My and my husband's lives.  We pray prayers like the one above all the time.  Go ahead.  Make the crazy move.  Talk to God.  He's waiting anxiously for you to do it.  He's geeked up about the good things in store for you.


1 John 5:14,15 says,

"And we are confident that he hears us whenever we ask for anything that pleases him.  And since we know he hears us when we make our requests, we also know that he will give us what we ask for."



PS.  Somebody gave me a car today.  Crazy enough, they said God told them to do it.

 

My Groovy Granny

     I placed the dreaded call - AGAIN.  "Hi is Grandma there?" "Hang on, I'll find her."  Once located, "Hello there, Christina, what are you up to today?" (still chipper because I haven't dropped the bomb yet)  I gulped involuntarily. "Hello my wonderful grandmother." said I in my sweetest voice.  Not sure why, but she never reciprocates my tone when I talk to her like that. "Oh GOD. Now what do you want?"  (Well excuse me lady, if you didn't want me bugging you to sew stuff, then you shouldn't have learned how to do it in the first place, you know, like thirty years before I was born.) 

     
   This time it was a pretty simple request, and as always, last-minute.  I asked her (via Facebook - She's deep into digital agriculture.) to do it at 8am this morning.  She was at my house cutting material at 8:45.  Today, at church, the 6-12 year old class hosted a 60's/70's themed Sunday.  Lucy's outfit was groovy enough, but I felt her pant bottoms could use a little more oomph in the bells.  Granny came over, cut, sewed, rebuked me for my lack of foresight, and watched the munchkins while I enjoyed a shower before church, AND (bonus) she did my dishes. We were out the door at 9:25.  Yay!

     Thanks, Grandma (Gloria), for all the outfits, even the SIMPLE:) (total sarcasm there) ones that made you pop pills and see spots for days. (Note: Apparently, some patterns on material, can cause severe trauma if you stare closely at them for several hours. See my psychedelic dandy below.) 
    The photos with Michael and I are from a Groovy Sunday and some sort of space-themed Sunday ten years ago.  The one with the girls and me is a snapshot of my "Divine Divas", the beauties in my bunk at summer camp.  Grandma made my costumes for all of these.  I never imagined back then, she'd be creating them for my kids just years later.  Grandma, I  found a bible verse that describes you well.

Psalm 37:26 (Amplified Bible)

"All day long they (Gloria) are merciful and deal graciously; they lend, and their offspring (ME :p) are blessed."

Thanks much!




All other photos were taken this morning, a decade later, in the same place, directed by the same never-ceasing, faithful children's pastors, Mr Chuck and Miss (really Mrs. but she likes the young feeling of Miss) Becky Siglow, who were there back in the day, training up Michael in the way he should go.  You guys blow me away.

PS.  This is NOT a photo of Mr. Chuck and Mrs. Becky.  These cool cats are teachers, Desiree Jinks (one of the Divas above, if you can believe it), and Emily Siglow.



 If you're looking for a church to attend, I HIGHLY suggest this one,  Faith City Church. If you are not fortunate enough to live close enough to physically attend, you can still see all the action online.  I thoroughly enjoy the videos, podcasts, and blogs connected to the website.  


Have I told you I love you?


Christina