Saturday, November 17, 2007

Tricks

Tricks



testing one two three

testing one two three

It worked! Oh, good, now let's see what else can be achieved.

OOps, that one didn't work as expected. When they say headlines, they mean headlines. I wanted "Tricks" to stay here, but it zipped up there.

OOps, again. Hmmm, changing text color is proving problematic.

Okay, patience is shot. LOL!

I am blaming thanking Lovella of What Matters Most for this morning of experiments.

All other frustrations tips can be found HERE.

P.S. Does anyone know how to change text color within the body of the post? (Not everywhere throughout the blog.) If you can rescue me from wallowing through blog helps, I will be grateful. :) Thanks! You're the best!! I mean it!!!

Friday, November 16, 2007

What's In a Name?

After visiting with Robin at BittersweetPunkin, I learned about another tag; this time we're all tagged. It looked like so much fun that I decided to participate. (If you visit Robin, you can listen to cheerful Christmas music, which is what I am doing. BittersweetPunkin is sitting down in the tray while I work on this post. Very relaxing! Thanks, Robin!!)

Okay, back to the tag. These are the directions: 1. Go to www.Amazon.com 2. Click on Books 3. Click on Advanced Search 4. Type your first name in Title 5. Select a cute or meaningful book cover 6. POST it!

I am sooo excited by what I found. Once again, sometimes things are just meant to be.

Here goes...

Book Description
Veronica May ("Big Vee") is a bubbly, gorgeous, confident, eighteen-year-old theater actress from Chester, Arizona. She is also two hundred pounds. She puts off college, her life, and her questions about her mother's death twelve years earlier to care for her widowed father.
Then Daddy announces that he's going to remarry and Veronica feels replaced. She decides, then and there, it's time for Big Vee to shine! She escapes Arizona and follows in the footsteps of her mother, who was an aspiring actress, to Hollywood.

Between shifts with a cute co-worker at the local coffee bar, Vee auditions, falls in love, dumps a toxic friend, learns to deal with love and loss, and finally, finds her place in the spotlight.


Some of this sounds all so familiar...hahahaha!

And I'm including this one because I really do want to read it. This description had me nodding my head in total agreement.

Book Description
Chile Pleaze Who said church folks don't have ISSUES- Chile Pleaze! The Friends cultivate the essence and strength of Spirit. But is Spirit enough to hide the brash of reality? Does being a Christian band-aid REAL ISSUES of REAL LIFE involving REAL PEOPLE? Loving the Lord is one thing, but what about the men, the women, the sex, temptation- THE LIFE! The friends have ISSUES that are major players in living. As they war with these ISSUES, they find themselves face to face with SUBSCRIPTIONS that they didn't sign up for along with MEMBERSHIPS to controversy of faith and feeling. Compromising for temporal fixes, they each find that a fix is not the Perfect mix! Cyon, the corporate executive, is opposed to being the diva in distress. With the relationship rule book under her wing, she refuses to be foolish enough to get caught up in the love game! Play or get Played is her rule, but what if Jesus was on the other team? What then! Justice the preacher and spiritual standard finds herself in caught between a Genesis and a Revelation that can compromise her Psalms. Who said preachers were excluded from REAL LIFE! While Micah's sexual preference is challenged, he discovers power in closet secrets. Tevin and Sasha, aren't as happy, as they seem to the good church folks. In a clash of Titans, they find themselves sticking like fly paper to a trap that-- just doesn't stick anymore! Val is seeking GOLD in stardom, but at the end of the rainbow it isn't always a pot of gold. "Nobody is perfect," especially when it comes to church folks! If you think people are perfect- Chile Pleaze! The standard of this book is real. How do we live saved in a real world reality, when evil is always present?


Thanks again, Robin, for the encouragement! Hope you'll all give this a try. Who knows what you'll find in your name!

Leaving singing "Grandma got run over by a reindeer...la la la la la la la la la"

P.S. Just one more word...

People! With just seven entries to the Puttery Treats Challenge at close of play I am possessed by the urge to extend the deadline to next Tuesday the 20th of November and to throw in Mrs Beetons Board Game and some to die for Rose Creams to an already scumptious box of Brocante treats...

Get writing!
~Alison of BrocanteHome

If you get a spare moment over the weekend, toss your cap in!

Thursday, November 15, 2007

What Do You Do?

I have another question for you. How do you decide what to blog about? For example, do you show up at your blog with a clear goal in mind for the day or are you more likely to wait for inspiration to strike? Do you or have you ever considered dividing your days into specific categories? For example: Brin's Monday Moment or Melissa's Sweet Escape? I'm going to sit back and wait for the comments to roll in.



Leaving you with a picture of Blue Boy. He's massive. Yesterday, he was stationed in my tiny living room. Today, he's shoved into the southeast corner of the addition. Wrangling him down the hallway meant removing his feet and the doorknobs of the doors to the cellar and the linen closet. At one point, he was so firmly stuck in the bathroom door that I was worried that I'd be leaving the house to find a restroom. But grit and determination won out. Today? Well today I am feeling kinda sore and I daresay that I deserve it for being so independent. I hate asking for help.

However, I did ask for help today so I hope that you'll fill me in. Thanking you in advance!

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

The Gift of Goodbye



And the rip of packing tape can be heard in the land...

Some days are better than others. Today is a better day. Not good. Just better. I have been packing up a few things that have been boxed and covered in the addition. These were mostly decorative items that I hoped to reintroduce in the new space. As it turns out, they're off to other new spaces.

Anyway, in the decluttering process thanks to FlyLady (see sidebar), I found an essay by T.D. Jakes. I love this essay and printed it off several years ago. It can be found in numerous places on the net with a simple bit of Googling. Clicking on the words will take you to T.D. Jakes' web site. Here is the essay in its entirety:


There are people who can walk away from you.

And hear me when I tell you this! When people can walk away from you: let them walk.

I don't want you to try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, coming to see you, staying attached to you. I mean hang up the phone.

When people can walk away from you let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.

People leave you because they are not joined to you. And if they are not joined to you, you can't make them stay.

LET THEM GO!

And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person it just means that their part in the story is over. And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over so that you don't keep trying to raise the dead.

You've got to know when it's dead.

You've got to know when it's over. Let me tell you something. I've got the gift of goodbye. It's the tenth spiritual gift, I believe in goodbye. It's not that I'm hateful, it's that I'm faithful, and I know whatever God means for me to have He'll give it to me. And if it takes too much sweat I don't need it. Stop begging people to stay.

LET THEM GO!

If you are holding on to something that doesn't belong to you and was never intended for your life, then you need to...

LET THEM GO!

If you are holding on to past hurts and pains...

LET THEM GO!

If someone can't treat you right, love you back, and see your worth...

LET THEM GO!

If someone has angered you...

LET THEM GO!

If you are holding on to some thoughts of evil and revenge...

LET THEM GO!

If you are involved in a wrong relationship or addiction...

LET THEM GO!

If you are holding on to a job that no longer meets your needs or talents...

LET THEM GO!

If you have a bad attitude...

LET THEM GO!

If you keep judging others to make yourself feel better...

LET THEM GO!

If you are struggling with the healing of a broken relationship.......

LET THEM GO!

If you keep trying to help someone who won't even try to help themselves...

LET THEM GO!

If you're feeling depressed and stressed...

LET THEM GO!

Get Right or Get Left, think about it, and then...

LET THEM GO!
~T.D. Jakes

(I'm not letting this picture go...)

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The BrocanteHome Puttery Treats Challenge

"There is a surface in your house you see more than any other. Where is it? The mantelpiece? The sideboard the TV sits on? The windowsill above the kitchen sink? Your bedside table? Wherever it is, decide now to completely re-invent it. Remove every object on it. Polish it to a shine and then give it new life. Imagine you are setting up a still life for a painter. Add quirky, silly temporary touches... an orange, or a bowl of apples. A little bundle of handwritten letters and a pen. A branch of blossom from the garden. Put a mirror behind the display to double its deliciousness..." ~Alison

Sooooo, here I am skidding in kinda late for Alison's Puttery Treats Challenge. This challenge ends November 15 (*hint* *hint* *nudge* *nudge*). It's going to be a lot of fun to see what everyone has done. My entry is going to be fantastic for its sheer simplicity. Simplicity. That's the key word. Let me just show you so you can be as amazed as I am by simpleness. ;>



Everything about my former display from those hideous green candles to the tiny little things scattered about is all wrong. One is a bird from a box of tea, another a teeny-weeny bottle of amber from Denmark's shore (a gift from my niece), and the wee little chickadee plate that my mother-in-law gave me. Oh dear! Can this window sill be saved?????



See how simple? Yes, I cheated by lighting the new candles thereby picking up the gold rim in the plate. Notice how cleverly I positioned the chickadee plate for a layering effect. It's Thanksgiving so tossing in some little pumpkins, etc., seemed right with just a hint of bittersweet to the left.

This has been great fun even if I have all the hope of a snowball in well-you-know-where of actually taking the prize.

If you haven't, and I can't imagine who you might be if you haven't, you must visit Alison of BrocanteHome. Alison has such amazing ideas. Real ideas. Fresh ideas. New ideas that can be put to good use today. Not to mention that her blog is beautiful and that she is generous with free downloads and that she is an amazing writer.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Veterans Day



While I was having a meltdown, my country honored its veterans. I may be a day late to join in, but I do so with respect for all the men and women who have ever served. One can not live in a free country without recognizing the ones who made that possible and those who continue to make that possible.

We have all known a veteran. Some of us have been children, grandchildren, and even spouses of veterans. Today, many are moms and dads of military members and that is most certainly the toughest place to be in since so many servicemen and women are in harm's way. Let us continue to pray for our military and to pray that they will prevail.

*If I Die Before You Wake

Sunday, November 11, 2007

O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go



Isn't this golden library beautiful? I'm definitely hanging out here today; although, something may have to be done about the sofa. I'm thinking a leather sofa would be nice.

Why am I thinking of libraries today? Because George Matheson wrote his famous hymn "O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go" in a library away back in 1882. Yup, that's why.

Truth is, I haven't been doing very well. My emotions are all over the place. I have been angry and resentful, sad and pitiful, self-pitying and mean-spirited. I'm definitely not in a happy place. (My poor friend Claudi has dealt with the worst of it; she's probably nodding her head as she reads this.)

Yesterday was particularly rough. The garden needed to be put to bed, the lawn needed one last mowing, the leaves needed raking and mulching, so many things. And, as I was busy going about all that, I remembered something E.B. White once said while watching his aging wife tend her fall garden. It went a little like this: One has to admire the courage of a person who tends her garden in autumn knowing that she will not see the flowers bloom in spring. Well, that did it! I began to cry and could barely mow the lawn in tidy rows. Wait! I never mow my lawn in tidy rows. Anyway, if that wasn't the most self-pitying moment I've experienced yet... I'm not "aged" and I'm not "dying." It just feels as if I am.

Then, in the afternoon, I had to attend my mother's birthday gathering with all the clan and pretend to be cheerful. Bother! What a difficult thing it is this pretending.

Last evening, I found myself alone at home. Nothing new. I kind of prefer it that way truth to tell. I puttered at this and that and then decided to play the piano for a bit. That's when the hymn book fell open to Matheson's hymn. I hadn't played it for years...decades...but I played it last night. It was as if I were covered in gooey warm honey for about fifteen minutes there. Gooey warm honey and hot wet tears. The words resonated powerfully with me.

Later, when I had regained some composure, I remembered a book long forgotten. It's called 101 Hymn Stories by Kenneth W. Osbeck and it happened to be hiding on the bookshelf behind the first row of books. What I read there absolutely floored me. I was completely gobsmacked, I'm telling you. It proved to me once and for all that there are no coincidences. None.

I'll just quote it so that you will see what I mean:

"My hymn was composed in the manse of Innellan... I was at that time alone. It was the day of my sister's marriage... Something happened to me, which was known only to myself, and which caused me the most severe mental suffering. The hymn was the fruit of that suffering. It was the quickest bit of work I ever did in my life. I had the impression rather of having it dictated to me by some inward voice than of working it out myself. I am quite sure that the whole work was completed in five minutes, and equally sure it never received at my hands any retouching or correction. I have no natural gift of rhythm..."

You see, George Matheson was blind and the pastor of a 2000-member church in Edinburgh, Scotland. He was a popular and powerful preacher in his day. And, he depended upon his sister who was his helper to the point of learning Greek, Latin, and Hebrew herself so that she could better assist him.

Although I am far removed from George Matheson's station in life, I certainly understand being dependant upon a sister and the anguish that comes of change.


O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O Light that foll’west all my way,
I yield my flick’ring torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.


Clicking on the words will take you to You Tube where David Phelps sings "O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go."

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