I don’t do crafts and I’m not an artistic person and stick-figures is about the best you can get out of me. But, inspired by a few websites (Nie being one… gosh, obsess much?) I made my first silhouette! Me! A craft! It’s a Chrismahanukwanzakah miracle!
So I read NieNie’s article last night. (How is it that if you become a blogger, you automatically find out about Stephanie Nielsen? She is totally famous in the blogging world. It’s like a secret society that I didn’t know existed until I pushed a little “Create Blog” button.) I couldn’t stop. Part of me wanted to, it was so sad. I have no experience with burns so I really couldn’t have any sort of medical understanding about what third and fourth degree burns are, the toll they take on a body. The article described some of that and it was so devastatingly sad. Her hands needing pins in them to keep their shape… skin needing to be grown to be replaced on her body… the clashing of emotions: happy to be alive, sad to have a face unlike your own. I can’t do it any justice. Read the article.
So, it is with Stephanie Nielsen’s story in mind that I post my next picture. I found this in Lindsey’s room one day when I was cleaning. The best part, to me, is that she wrote this and never drew mine or Steve’s attention to it. She really just wrote it for her. I think that’s pretty special.
Ain’t she sweet? I especially love the “Help us to ask the question, “What would Jesus do” and then just do it.”
And of course, a favorite thing.
This stuff smells just like Christmas. Frasier fir, to be exact. I am majorly into smells… good ones, that is. So this stuff is just perfect. I have only smelled it (and envisioned sugarplums in my head) as I browse through a particular NBPT store, however one day I’ll splurge ($14 for hand soap… it’s a tough call) and get it for the season. Imagine getting the candle, cleaning spray, soap, and lotion all at once. It’d be a Christmas extravaganza. A Christmas miracle!
When I first moved in to where I live now, people were already living in the house. Those people (this time my husband is included). So, naturally, there were some things already done (you know, furniture put in places it did or did not belong, a curtain here, a stack of towels there) and of course, a lot left undone. A single dad with four kids–come on, it was a full on bachelor pad, if you disregarded the random pink underwear, headless Barbies, or the American girl on the kitchen floor, complete with the knotty never’ll-be-the-same-again hair. Basically, it needed a woman’s touch. I was just that woman.
Just before we were married, my husband was adding a third floor to the house (a floor which I really like. He has good taste. Hi honey!). In this project, one thing was left undone for which I am ever grateful. He was in talks with the builder about putting a pole from the third floor to the second floor. Like a fireman’s pole–nothing else (you dirty girl; but now that you mention it?). This would be for the kids to grab onto and slide down to their little heart’s content. Where would it end up you ask? In the master bedroom closet. Yes, indeed. They’d grip onto that pole, wrap their little legs around it, let go, and seconds later be in my closet peeking their heads out at all sorts of ungodly times.
“Mom and Dad are just wrestling, kids! We do this a lot!”
Needless to say, it did not happen. Do you hear the Hallelujah chorus in the background? I certainly did. I remember him telling me about this unfinished business of his (I still think he has this dream for a future home) as if I would be disappointed. Disappointed?! Ecstatic is more like it! Not that I’m anti-children’s fun (or am I?) but I am anti-children’s fun when the fun is happening one place, and seconds later, without warning, that fun is at my back door, literally. It’s just bad feng-shui.
So, it is with my husband in mind, that I post this picture. I love it and would absolutely give it the thumbs-up in a future home. I suppose it could be a bit of a danger with a waddling toddler nearby, but at the moment, that’s neither here nor there.
- 3 tablespoons unsalted butter
- 1 1/4 teaspoons sugar
- 1/4 cup vermouth
- 3 1/2 cups chicken broth
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