Showing posts from May, 2007

Under An Open Sky

I used to do this thing where I would take a worship cassette, in the time before cds and children and cynicism, and go to some field where there was nothing around for miles and miles and dance and sing before my Father... I don't do it anymore. I haven't done it for a long time. But I remember.

I remember feeling small. I could see myself, tiny and almost unnoticeable on this huge planet spinning through the universe with God all around me... Surrounding me... Holding the earth, and me on it, in His hands... Breathing life into me and everything around me. Like I was only a tiny part of creation, as unremarkable as a sparrow. And somehow being small didn't feel insignificant. It felt right.

I remember feeling connected to the eternity stretching endlessly before me. That the moment I was in was so brief compared to the reaches of time still ahead of me. And still, though it would only last for a short time, that moment would echo in my soul forever. It meant something to m…

And so it continues...

I know it seems like all I do on here lately is ask for prayer, but I'm going to do it again anyways... Last night one of Glen's aunts died. Could you pray for the family? Pray especially for Glen's mom. After hearing the news she became very confused and lost her short term memory. She ended up in the hospital for most of today where they ran tests to make sure she is okay. Which she is, but obviously the news was VERY overwhelming for her. So please pray.

And lets hope things settle down around here for a while.

Love to you all.

He Knows

This might sound strange but... Could you pray for a friend of mine who is going through a family crisis right now? Could you pray for healing without knowing why? God sees her hurt and he knows her name, so even if you don't... Could you pray?

Happiness is watching My Favoritist TV Show

People. If you didn't watch So You Think You Can Dance this week you need to watch this. And if, because of some flaw in your good taste and viewing preferences you never watch So You Think You Can Dance, you still need to watch this. I've watched it about 20 times and I'll watch it again as soon as I hit the publish button. Enjoy. Seriously.Oh man. That is just gooooooood TV. I almost peed my pants when I watched this the first time.

Perfectly at Home

My favorite thing about being home? Using my own computer with my own bookmark folders and all the fancy little icons I found for all of your blog links. They make me happy. I love opening up the folders and all the pretty little pictures. And so, even if you aren't interested, I am going to share my joy by writing a meaningless post all about them.

First. Here is a picture of what my screen looks like when I'm online:
You have no idea how long this took me. Except for Randall and Marc who already had icons in their address line and therefore in my sidebar, I had to search for websites with icons in their address lines for each of you. (Yes, I know you have one on yours too Becky, but for some reason it only shows a quarter of it in my sidebar. So I found you another.) When I find just the right icon I bookmark it and change the name and location in its properties to yours. Fabulous! This means looking up and opening countless web pages for each of you. I would say a conservativ…

Grey's Season Finale

Grey's last night. What can I say? It touched me, it made me laugh, it irritated me. I was on facebook this morning (those of you who aren't need to be) and I noticed Becky's status read, "Rebekah Bennetch is thinking the guys on Grey's are drama queens." And I laughed. Last night when I was lying in bed replaying the whole thing in my mind, as I always do, I thought to myself... "Why are all the men on that show losing their appeal?" I came to the same conclusion as Becky did, they're DRAMA QUEENS! Those men need to CALM DOWN. I've never seen a man, let alone three or more of them, act so over-the-top. (I can't say the same about women though, since I am myself at least a drama princess.) The only man who came off well to me was Richard. I cried. I couldn't help it. It's in my royal blood.

Anyways. I'm not really complaining. I love that show. And since it's a show, I suppose I can deal with the men being drama queens, bu…

Oh for...

Sammy had his one year immunizations today. Apparently... That means he probably can't be around Dad this weekend. Apparently... Any live virus vaccines could be dangerous for someone with a suppressed immune system. I am NOT. HAPPY. Of course. I only find this out after he's had the shots. Argh!

(You know how I say I don't like to censor myself on here? I did it this one time for you, because there is a lot of cussing going on in our basement right now. I am NOT. HAPPY.)


Okay people. How did I never notice this till just now? Or is it just me? Cause I don't think it is. Two of these things are kind of the same.

On a completely related, but irrelevant topic... (That doesn't really make sense, but I'm expecting that most of you will think this whole post doesn't make sense.) I am loving television right now. It's a bit of a problem. I think tomorrow may cause this to happen again. And it's only going to get worse when season three of So You Think You Can Dance starts in a little over a week. Weeeeee!

I'd say "I need help," but I don't want help, so really, what would be the use? There's no use. No. Use.

Seven Things

Denita tagged me, and since I can't keep anything a secret, it was hard for me to come up with seven things people probably wouldn't know about me that I am comfortable sharing. And so, I give you... Seven secrets that I'm not comfortable sharing:

I like to read romances, even the trashy ones. I tell most people that they are just a summer thing, but I actually read them all year long. Mostly, whenever I feel like escaping to a world where men wander ballrooms raising one haughty eyebrow, and women with corn silk hair demurely fan themselves... Or sometimes, just for the fun of killing off a few brain cells. Don't judge me. (Phew. I got that out of the way first. It's my worst one.)
I'm obsessed with cleaning my ears. I go through A LOT of Q-tips.I also go through A LOT of toilet paper. Massive, freakish amounts of toilet paper. This is mostly to make sure I'm all clean, but also to avoid any chance of touching anything I don't want to touch.I think The B…

Happy Happy Mother's Day!

I got this ecard from a friend. At first I couldn't figure it out, then I realized you had to click the little flowers. So I did. And I laughed. Take a look and a listen here, and if you have the same sense of humor as I do, you'll probably laugh too. And to all of you moms out there... Thanks for putting up with us, and Happy Happy Mother's Day. Do do do, doodoo doodoo, do do do doodoo do. Doodley do, deedo deedo, deedo deedo deedo. Yeah!

For Today

I got this off of a new blogging friend's site. It's beautiful and it's also where I want to be. I tend to be the type of person who is easily changed and molded by my circumstances. Sometimes this is good. Sometimes it causes me to grow, to gain strength and understanding. Other times it shakes me so badly I lose my grip on the things I believe. I start to let fear and doubt take over.

But God is here, and He is who He is, no matter what happens. No matter how weak my faith is, He is God, and He is strong. No matter how I stumble, He is God, and He is here to uphold me. No matter how far I wander, He is God, and he is here. And if my dad is sick, it doesn't change God's faithfulness, His power, His love. He is who He is, and unlike me, He is not changed by circumstance.

So today, I will praise Him in this storm, and trust Him to take care of the rest.

The more things change...

... The more they stay the same.

Extreme Yard Makeover

This post is mostly for Mom and Dad and Ang. As I see it, they are the only people who will find this interesting. You are welcome to read, but you have been warned, so don't blame me if you're bored.

Yesterday some wonderful people from our church came to help me get some yard work done. I was imagining some raking, pulling up weeds, and maybe mowing the lawn. I underestimated the skill and speed of my workers. For those of you who have never been to our house, these pictures won't mean much, but if you've ever seen our yard these pictures may prove to be a little shocking, so brace yourselves.

Here's Dave, cutting down a tree that was growing to close to the house. It made me sad, because I love all trees, but it had to be done. Sigh. You can see he's pretty broken up about it too.The backyard lost a whole group of shrubs that were dying. Originally I thought we would need to replace them with more shrubs, but I really like how everything seems more open withou…


Since I have nothing to write about I'm resorting to posting quiz results I got taking quizzes I've found on otherpeople's blogs. What can I say? I've lost all creativity and I am, officially, a copy cat.

What American accent do you have?Your Result: North Central "North Central" is what professional linguists call the Minnesota accent. If you saw "Fargo" you probably didn't think the characters sounded very out of the ordinary. Outsiders probably mistake you for a Canadian a lot.The Midland The Inland North The West Boston The South Philadelphia The Northeast What American accent do you have?
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I wonder why anyone would mistake me as a Canadian... Hmmmm...

Which L.M. Montgomery Heroine are You?


There's not much going on here. Some friends from church are coming over tomorrow to help me do some yardwork. Phew. I'm VERY happy about that. Mostly, I am just hanging around, existing. I've been trying to think of something to write on here for a while now that doesn't have something to do with Dad or my boys, since a while ago I said I wanted to keep this blog as a place for me. Strangely enough, there doesn't seem to be much going on inside of me that isn't about Dad or the boys. Really. The most I could give you is a rant about how irritated I was with Grey's this week.

Lots is happening on Ben and Sam's blogs though. So, if you get bored my advice is to head over there. A least there are pretty pictures. Maybe I'll even put up some videos of Sam stunting.

Right now I ust feel like I don't exist outside of my roles as a mommy and a daughter. I'm not saying this is good, or even particularly healthy, but right now it's how it is, and…

I'm fine.

People have been asking me how I am doing. Mostly I tell them I'm fine. I hate it when people say they're fine when they're really not, but like Ang, I find it difficult to answer that question without lying. Unlike Ang, I don't really feel like throwing things or punching random people on the street. I feel like curling up into a ball in a dark closet and staying there till everything is over. Ang is angry. I'm mostly just tired. And sad. And on edge. And my jaw started quivering again as soon as we got back to Yorkton. It had stopped for a while in Saskatoon, but now it's going again. I need to calm down. Deep breaths.

I got home to an email and a phone message that my beloved Princess Beverly is going to be visiting Saskatoon starting TODAY for around 10 days. I haven't seen her for seven years. If we had stayed one more day in Saskatoon I could have seen her and hugged her and probably cried with her and it would have been... Oh... Paradise. But I won…