The Perfect Mess...

The girls and I were dying yarn yesterday and prior to getting started I was winding it into a hank so the dye would disperse evenly.  I failed miserably with the first batch as it ended up a tangled mess, which took me about two hours to unravel.  

As I sat there looking at the uniform half positioned on the yarn swift, and then the other half in a wad of mess...I thought about how both resemble my life at times.  Specifically, how I can be completely content, yet perfectly restless, at the very same time.

By definition contentment is the exact opposite of restlessness.  But I have found that God has brought me, interestingly enough, to a place of both numerous times in my life.  Now being one of those very distinct times.

I am, without a doubt, content with the life I have been blessed with.  I have a beautiful family, a warm home.  My children are my pride and joy.  My husband is a pure gift and he works hard so I can be home with our babies.  I hold the freedom to homeschool, which is very important to us.  Life as a stay-at-home mother of (almost) four, though it isn't what I pictured for myself ten years ago, has taught me so much and brought me closer to the Lord than I could have ever managed on my own.  This life has enriched my faith by leaps and bounds.

Yet still, as content as I am, I have a restlessness within me.

Not a sense of longing for something different.  No, not different at all.

I long for something more.

Thinking on my daily duties and responsibilities, 'more' seems almost silly.  I don't have time for "more".  But I feel this almost constant tug to be more than just what I am.

Having been extremely self-sufficient, driven and career focused prior to marriage and family...maybe it's the independent and entrepreneurial spirit in me.  It could be that I have always performed best with multiple things on my plate.    

But I long for an outlet...to hone in on my craft.  For something to bring to our collective table of income.  I long for something that blesses others, while filling me with accomplishment.  I long for a ministry outside the home.  I dream of being the quintessential Proverbs 31 woman.

How did she do it all, Lord?  Let me be like her!

 These feelings certainly don't negate how eager I am in my current post as wife and mom.  I regard my position and ministry in my home as one of complete blessing; I wouldn't trade it for the world.  But it's ok to want more.

My contentment lies within the duty of being mother to my children and wife to my husband.  Eventually it will include being caretaker of parents.  These I accept and look forward to it.

The restlessness lies in being...

ME.

And how to mesh the two together.

Lord, thank you for all you have given me.  Thank you for giving me charge of my home and my little family.  They are amazing and teach me to love you more deeply each and every day.

But when you made me, you made me with distinct talents and aspirations unique to my personality and abilities.  Show me when and where to use them, Lord.  Repeatedly align my heart and will to yours.   Show me how to do what you have called me to do and be who I am to be in You.

I love you.

Amen

Goings On...

Here's a few pictures of what's been going on around our home the last few days.  I'm trying to make an effort in finding beauty and joy in the simple stuff.  These moments, uncaptured, may seem insignificant...but when paid attention to, particularly when viewed through a lens, they are indeed magnificent.  What a splendid time for our family.  A time when play and painting abound.  When daddy gets to be home a little more then usual.  Baked bread is smelled throughout the house.  My littlest little is into everything.  My oldest little helps fold her sister's diapers.  And mommy gets to catch up on her reading.

Thank you, Jesus for my life.

Blessings on your day,

Kelli



Learning...

These early days of Fall find us all learning in our home.

Papa is learning to rest. Most days you'll find him working from home, enjoying both his trade and his family. He's a good daddy and a wonderful husband...but what makes him amazing is he is always learning how to be better at both.

Together, we are learning to enjoy one another and how to pause in this whirwind of an experience called life. It's good. And I for one count myself as blessed to be his partner in everything.

Miss Emma is learning all sorts of fun stuff in our preschool co-op, awana club and her bi-weekly moppets group! It has been so delightful watching her make new friends and bloom and blossom in these learning environments. Best of all, she's learning Scripture and I think that is pretty cool.

Kaelah is learning to talk! Her first word was mama just about a week ago! The rest is just coo-ing for now, but we all do a great job of thinking they sound like dada, Emma, hi and love! She is also a scooter! She scoot scoots everywhere! And before too long I know learning to crawl will be underway!

Mama is learning to be a quiet mommy...both in voice and in spirit. For too long I was just too loud. I would raise my tone and my brain was noisy, too. I'm working on that though. I like having a quiet home.  We are certainly a work in progress, but it's comforting knowing we are working towards more peace.

I have a whole heap of new hobbies of which I WANT to learn...hopefully, one day I will be able to post on the progress of that!

Most of all, I'm learning to be present...at all times. These moments I'm so blessed to experience right now are so short lived. I've committed to striving in being present today and the rest of my days.

I'm learning not to take myself too seriously...to give of myself generously...to love unabashedly...and to explore outside the conditions I've limited myself with for too long.

So many lessons to be gleaned! I could go on and on. I think Fall brings the thinker...and the student out in me. Or maybe the Holy Spirit is pressing upon me to be attentive in all I do. Maybe its both.

But this new season feels good. It's refreshing.

Beach 2011

This is what happens when you wear the same sandals all week at the beach.

Happy End of Summer, all!

Here's to cooler weather, turning leaves, comfy sweaters and sock covered feet.

Kelli

My To-Do List...

I was in the van going to CVS this evening and it was one of the few times when I was able to listen to the radio, in peace.  My oldest girl was at home with her daddy so I was spared listening to Tangled DVD for the thirty gazillionth time.  The baby was with me, but she doesn't care what I listen to.

I immediately turned it to the local Christian station hoping to hear some praise and worship songs (which my soul in in desperate need of), but instead I got some talk show.  Couldn't tell you what the name was or who it featured.  All I caught was one sentence and then all I could do was replay it in my mind over and over and over.  Funny how you often think you need one thing (worship), but God has a way of knowing you need something else (hardcore truth).  And boy did He give it to me.  I needed to hear that one sentence.

Because it's me to a T.

I expected Toby Mac, but this is what God delivered to my ears...

"I talk to women all the time and it's like somewhere in their twenties or thirties they wake up mad one day and don't know why...they are so used to living in the past they are too scared to move on to what the future holds for them."

Um.  Wow.  Thanks, God.  That was a little...uh...raw.

But geez does He know me.  Like, it's His job and all, to know me that is.  But I'm still amazed when He SHOWS me how well He knows me.  Even when I've been keeping my distance from Him lately.

See, I am mad.  And I could probably tell you why.  Boy oh boy could I...but that's another five year blog project so I won't do that to you.  But it has a lot to do with living in the past.  And most of all, being fearful of the future.

It effects all I do.

It mars everyone I come in contact with.

It's all consuming.

And to put it simply, it really sucks.

So there.  It's out there.  God basically spoke through this radio personality what I have been feeling for a while now and I'm supposed to do something with it.  Like every good blogger I decided to write about it.  I'm being accountable and sharing my shortcomings with an albeit small audience.  I am embracing vunerability.  And like every good Type-A, I made a list, too.

A list to signify where I've been and where I'm going.  A list of what I hope to accomplish in the next three years, most of it because God has placed it on my heart, some of it just because.  All of it because Jesus is an Awesome God.  He is Healer, Redeemer, Daddy and Cheerleader and no matter past, present or future, He loves me and has plans for my life.

So here it is...

My (hopefully before I turn 35, stop living in the past, let Jesus heal and look forward to the future) 

To-Do list:

(in no particular order)

1. Reclaim my relationship with Jesus.  Establish a routine of spending time with Him and in His Word.

2. Memorize all of Proverbs.

3. Compile my writings on faith and share.

4. Become a birth professional, expounding upon my own expeience so as to educate and guide others in theirs.  Obviously this would take some more education myself.

5. Write.  Keep writing.

6. Learn to live with joy.  Smile everyday for no reason.

7. Become the mother I so long to be and pass joy on to my children.

8. Learn to take a decent picture.

9. Learn to knit.

10. Travel to Ireland.

11. Have another child.

12. Be at peace with {my} birth, no matter what that looks like.

13. Learn to love me.

14. Be a better wife.

15. Be a better friend.

16. Be a better believer.

17. Walk a straighter path, like that of Jesus.

18. Learn to play with my girls, and enjoy it.

19. Develop my creativity.

20. Learn to nurture my ______. (marriage, children, self, faith, etc.)

There is probably a ton more I could list, but this is good for starters.

Sorry I've been absent lately.  Have had a lot going on.  Writers block for one, but it seems in most cases once inspiration sparks, it's hard to tame the flame.  Let's hope this is the case.

Thanks for reading.

Kelli

Girly Things....

Since I didn't have an actual planned post today...

I'm going to share some things that make me smile~ extreme Girly Girl style.

May they add a little ray of sunshine to your Friday as well!!

It's true, I {heart} you Tiffany blue!

Some Anthropologie wardrobe inspiration.

A vintage Vanity Table for getting all dolled up!

Holly Golightly and Carrie Bradshaw~ the ULTIMATE Girly Girls.

An English Settee anyone?  You know for kicking off your heels...or photoshoots!

A batch of flower brooches~ for your bags, your shoes, or your hair!

&

A shade of pink that works with every skintone!!

Happy Friday to all you girly girls out there!!

Be Still My Beating Heart...

Ok...so this is not typical of my normal posting, but I just had to share.

And before I show you what I'm about to show you I have to note that I have not a clue about decorating.  I'm totally dense when it comes to any type of decor.  What we have furniture-wise and even hanging art wise is there because my husband had it before we married.  Please don't assume he has a clue about decorating either...he went to the furniture store and bought entire room packages right down to the lighting.

But seriously, our house is void of color (except for the home office and Emma's room).  We have zero nick~nacks.  Aside from a couple prints, there are very few pictures displayed.

It's sad.  And as much as I would like to do something about it, I don't know where to start.

Not to mention, mine and Jon's styles couldn't be more different.  He prefers more contemporary, sleeker lines...and dark colors.  I don't mind dark colors, but I like me some light too!  And I go for a more rustic style...or vintage...or euro-inspired.

That's confusing isn't it?  Contemporary, rustic, dark, euro~vintage.

No wonder I don't know what's going on.

Anyway, I found these pics and I fell in love.  I don't think it would work in our current home, but this is me...right now in my life.  If I could pull it off I would.  I have a feeling dear hubby would laugh in my face, though.  Just ask my buddy Amber about when I asked Jon about a farmhouse table....

Here we go...all photos are courtesy of Country Living.

Oh mercy me... those bookshelves are beautiful and they MIGHT just hold all our books.

Be still my beating heart...I will have you dear sink...one day, don't you worry.

Hmmmmm.....

Now I'm dreaming of my future house.

{honey (jon) are you reading this?  take note.  this is what i like.  i think we can make it work, don't you?}
{stop laughing}

Ya'll have a great day!!

Woman, you are loved...

There's this woman who I see walking near my office building every time I'm headed to work.

In fact, I only work two days a week, but inevitably, it's timed perfectly that I see her both days each week.

If I'm lucky, she even comes to buy cigarettes at the restaurant in my building and I get to see her there.

I think she lives at the apartment complex across the street...

which supposedly houses "the less fortunate."

By "less fortunate" in her case it would have to mean mental stability because when I do see her buying her cigarettes, she pays with a wad of cash...like hundreds, not dollar bills.

She talks to herself.  And she's rude.  She wears her winter coat no matter the weather.  And she's a little stinky, too.  I don't think she owns a bra...if she does she doesn't wear it.  She's missing several teeth.  And she speed walks with her cane.  She has a tick.  She also rocks out some pretty cool sunglasses, despite the rest of her disheveled appearance.

She's odd...no doubt about it.

And people stare, snicker and whisper when they see her.

But honestly, when I see her I'm reminded how awesome our God is.

That may sound funny, but it's true.

The first time I laid eyes on her I knew immediately I was to pray for her.  

I have every time I've seen her since.

And every time God has reminded me of His love and providence.

She frequently has food in her hand (a sandwich or biscuit), so she's not going hungry.

She is clothed, be it awkwardly.

Because there are organizations that establish housing for "the outsiders" of our society, she is blessed with a roof over her head.

She rides the bus, so she has bus fare.

Her "smarts" might not all be there, but she knows how to get to and from the bus stop and home.

She has cigarette money.

She's may walk with a cane, but at least she can walk.

And she is loved.

By God and by me.

Now...let me try it with myself...you do it too.

I had sweet tea this morning and a sausage biscuit with hash browns.

My outfit came from the goodwill, but I love to thrift shop anyway.

I have a beautiful home.

We are blessed to have two cars and are now looking for a minivan.

God has given me a love of words.

I have fabric money.

I run to scoop up my Emma everyday.

And I'm loved.

By God and countless friends and family.

Won't you thank Jesus for all that you have today.

As if food and shelter are not enough...

You are loved.

(I'm sharing this as part of the Mom's 30-minute Blog Challenge over at SteadyMom.)

Blessings friends,

Writing Nooks in the Bedroom

In light of my recent post on writing, I have decided to create a special spot for myself to work.  We have a home office, and though lots of time went into painting and arranging it, for me the room is as uninspiring as a room can be.  It suits my husband's taste more than mine, which is fine, but even more reason why I want some space of my own.

In our bedroom we have a corner occupied with a nice chair and ottoman.  That was perfect when I was nursing my girl, but she's two now and it's current job is to hold clean, folded laundry.  As convenient as it is, that area could be put to much better use in my opinion.

Ok, so maybe the clothes aren't always folded, but I assure you they are clean.

Ahem...

Moving on.

I envision this space to be my creative sanctuary.  One that houses all the things I need to jumpstart my brain in writing this book of mine.

I've got a writing desk just waiting to be written on.  An empty vase that would love to hold some pens and pencils.  And that picture hanging on the wall...well, that's my Nannie and Papa smooching in it.  What greater inspiration do I need then that beautiful representaion of love?  I happen to think they would much rather hang over my writing nook then {unfolded} laundry.

Now, some would suggest not putting "work" in the bedroom, but honestly it's where I experience some of my greatest ideas what with it's calming environment.  I need to be able to jump up, in the middle of the night if I have to, and jot stuff down while it's with me.  So really, there is not better place than in my bedroom at this point.

Here's some examples of writing nooks that I hope to fashion my own after...

Photo by William Waldron for Elle Decor (Design by Matthew Patrick Smith- Oct. '06 issue)

Photo and design by Sarah Gilbane Interiors

Aren't they lovely!?!  Despite me drawing from elements of both styles, mine won't be near as ornate or extravigant.  But it will be groovy in it's own little way, and it will be mine which will make it beautiful in my eyes.

I promise to post pics of the AFTER once it's all done.

Do you have a special nook of your own in your house?  Tell me about it and how it inspires you.

Ideas and inspiration for this post (and my nook) can be attributed to the awesome post over at So Haute: Decor & More, titled Writing DESKS in the Bedroom.

(I'm sharing this as part of Things I Love Thursday over at The Diaper Diaires.  Check it out!)

Blessings friends,

On Writing...

I've often eluded to the fact that there is a book floating around in this ole noggin' of mine.

There's no doubt about it.

And this blog is, in and of itself, the greatest writing therapy I could ever have.

Yet, I feel as if I'm always writing about...

NOTHING.

Maybe that's the wrong word, because I know I write about something, it just feels as if it lacks purpose sometimes.

It's a strange dynamic that I experience with this here blog and the overwhelming pursuit of moving beyond my piddly musings to a more well thought out and constructed prose...on actual paper.

It's a struggle.  A battle of wills.  And it involves God.  My pride.  Lack of confidence and stage fright (or page fright rather) like you would never believe.

I know with every ounce of my soul that what I write about here at SustainingCreativity is what God has called me to write about.  Most of it pertains to my faith and the messiness of my heart and that's all from Him.  But even the quirky little Kelli-isms of my life are His will, I believe, as well.  I pray that this blog and my meanderings honor Him.  That He touches people through it.  That thoughts are provoked and hearts are stirred.

But it's not enough.

I am to a point, in the here and now of my writing, that I am called to something more.

That more is a book.  It's up there in my brain and God keeps telling me to work it out.  He keeps telling me to put a pen to paper and He'll do the rest.  No matter the writer's block or the incomprehensible flow.  "Don't worry about getting published or being read," He says to me.

Just write it down.

So even though I keep telling you all about one day doing it....I have two choices.  I can either quit running my mouth about it, be obedient and do it. 

Or

I can just not do it.

I think I struggle with this because sometimes I lack understanding in the message that I'm to relay to potential readers.  That scares me being the planner that I am.  But I'm missing the point that God is as big as creating the heavens and the earth, parting seas and much much more...you'd think I'd trust Him to guide my words.

It's just a scary idea.

Excuse #1: I don't have time

Excuse #2: I've never written a book therefore I don't know how

Excuse #3: I don't have a Mac (because all great writer's have Mac's right?)

Excuse #4:  If this blog is all about God, then He won't be so upset if I don't aspire to anything else He wills for me.

Excuse #5: Who would read it anyway?

Excuse #6: It's too hard (as I say in my best whiny voice WHILE stamping my foot)

And Excuse #7...

I have had seasons (I'm currently in one) where I have felt I was out of control and everything was beyond my reach.  But in those times, I have always felt I was in control of my writing.  How can I let that go?  And let it be controlled by someone bigger than me?  Without being certain of the final product?

Ahem (can we say control freak?)...

Yep, like I said, pride.

In any event, as much as I would like to go with choice two, my quiet, still whisper of a God is in full tilt bullhorn mode.  And I can't avoid Him.

So...

I guess what I'm trying to say is, in an act of being held accountable, I'm writing a book.

It's going to be hard.  And it's probably going to be a long process.  One that you will tire of me whining about.

But will you join me in this journey?

Will you pray for me as I embark on this call in my life?

I'd so like it if you did!

I'd also like to hear about what God is calling you to in your life...that you might be meeting with resistance.

Tell me about it, please.  There is such strength (and reassurance) in numbers!  I think we'd all be the better in knowing we're not alone and maybe, just maybe, we can help one another along in placing it at the foot of the Cross; truly relinquishing control and letting God do what He does best.

(I'm sharing this as part of the Mom's 30-minute Blog Challenge over at SteadyMom.  Check it out!)

Blessings friends(and thank you for reading),

A Bowl Full of Random...

(painting by jackson pollack)

Wow...

Things have been crazy this last week.  So busy I haven't had time to blog.

But I'm hoping to get  back on track here soon.

In the mean time, let me give you the rundown of what's been going on in my life and my noggin'...

Birthday style!!  

In honor of my recent celebration of 31 years on this earth, I give you just as many random tid bits...

1) We're looking at cars.  Vans, specifically.  And it isn't a fun process.

2) Emma has taken to the terrible two's prior to turning the trying age.  Say that five times fast.

3) I ate sushi for my birthday and it was heavenly.

4) I'm late on accepting and nominating awards...my apologies to Bri and Mandy, but thank you both!!

5) I'm up to my ears in sewing aprons.

6) I'm also sewing Emma's Easter dress.

7) I have failed miserably at not consuming soda during Lent.

8) I praise Jesus that my salvation does not lie within the walls of a Dr. Pepper can.

9) On a more serious note, Palm Sunday was a thought provoking day...in church I read the part of a doubting criminal that hung beside of Jesus.  My specific line, "Are you not the Christ? Save yourself and us all!" I found that part fitting seeing that I often doubt Him in my own life.

10) Many people are in my prayers right now.

11) I get to see my momma in four days and I couldn't be happier because of it.

12) I pat the baby in my sis-n-law's tummy yesterday and it took me back to when I pat my own pregnant belly.  I'm getting the fever it seems...

13) Speaking of fever, I'm reading "Taking Charge of Your Fertility" and I've never felt more enlightened about womanhood then I feel now.

14) I don't say, "I'm proud of you" enough...to my husband, to my daughter, to my friends.

15) I constantly think about writing a book.

16) God constantly tells me to write a book, too.

17) I haven't listened yet.

18) Jon and I enjoyed a date night on Saturday and my favorite part was holding his hand.

19) I dropped Emma off at the sitter's this morning and she cried and cried (which is unusual).  I wanted to quit my job and hold her forever.

20) I cried most of the service on Sunday...Jesus has a way of doing that to me.  Thank you for loving me, Lord.

21) My best friend is coming next week and I get to meet her new little boy.  I already love him so much and I have yet to lay eyes on him.

22) I wish I had an eye for style...both for myself and my home.

23) I'm meeting The Pioneer Woman on May 7th.  If I could do a cartwheel, I'd do 50.

24) Emma calls the witches on Princess movies bad ladies.

25) Apparently the woman in front of us at Wal-Mart resembled a witch because Emma repeatedly yelled out, "Bad Lady, Bad Lady, Bad Lady!!"

26) I wanted to crawl in a hole and hide.

27) I don't like skinny jeans.

28) Having said that, last week I wore maternity pants and a maternity tank top on two separate occasions.

29) I'm not pregnant.

30) I repeat...I don't like skinny jeans.

31) My heart is blessed by those that have read this list in it's entirety!

Love ya'll!

Sew What! Skirts

I got this book from the library not too long ago and it  is the most fun!  Chock full of skirts, it walks you through drafting patterns and sewing up your own lovely creations!

Now, I have to note, I'm not a skirt girl.  If I were to label myself anything it would be a jean girl, but most days you'll find me lounging around the house in yoga pants.

But as Spring approaches, it turns my thoughts to colorful, feminine, twirly skirts.  It reminds me of when I was a little girl and every Easter I got a beautiful new Easter dress.  And if memory serves me well, I remember being so proud of those dresses/skirts, twirling and courtesying here, there and everywhere.  Like a little princess.

All of the ideas in this book were cute, though there were a couple that we too short for my liking.  But one in particular really caught my eye.  It was beautiful and I just might try whipping up my own.

Enter...

Lovely

Oh, can't you just see yourself leaping through a meadow in this skirt?  Barefoot, with the wind in your hair?

I can just invision!

Or gently lifting it off the ground to gracefully climb into your suiter's carriage?

Top it with an eyelet peasant blouse and a big straw hat...

So romantic!

Maybe I'll have a new pretty for this Easter as well, huh?

What sewing endeavors are going on over at your house??  Please share!!

(I'm sharing this as part of Works For Me Wednesdays over at We Are That Family!  Check it out!)

Blessings Friends,

Faith (and A Thank You)

I have to once again express my deep gratitude for the conversation that stemmed last week from my simple question about Family Planning.

Your comments and insight were beyond what I had hoped for and I so loved reading each and every one of your perspectives.  They were profound, enlightening, encouraging, and honest.  I really never expected to get such a wide range of thoughts on the topic, but it was so nice to have people from all different views contributing.  

Thank you.

One question that was posed to me throughout the conversation was, "Why did I ask...what prompted my inquiry?"

And at first it was simply because I had read an article about family trees and the complexity and richness of large families.  I am the only biological product from my mother and father.  Though my family now includes a step-mother and sister, my bloodline (with my generation as the starting point, is not that diverse).  In light of that, I looked at my husbands family, one in which he is number eight of nine children.  

The differences that naturally occur when comparing a semi-only child to a nine child family are remarkable and it really got my wheels turning in terms of what I wanted all that to look like for my girl when she was old enough to understand and appreciate family size.

The more I thought about it, the more I was taken back to my own desire of always wanting four kids.  From an early age, I have wanted that "medium" size family of my own.

Having said that, now that I have been through pregnancy, labor and now am in the process of motherhood, my mind often wanders to whether I am cut out to handle more that one or two kids.

Don't get me wrong, I love my girl more than words can even express, and I don't consider myself alone when I say being a momma is hard.  I just wonder if I (as in my personality and make-up) am made to mother multiple children.  Did God make me that way?  It's something I struggle with.  I go back and forth with wanting to adhere to God's will when the time comes for more and then getting caught up in the "what ifs" of life and whether we could handle more children.

This was the deeper reason for the original question and I think one comment from Brooke really summed it up...

Not so much should we or shouldn't we do this or that, but instead, "Do we trust God?"

Do I trust God?

I say this in the midst of dear friends of mine embarking on having more babies, adding second, third and maybe even fourth little blessings to their families and they do it in faith.  Regardless of circumstances.  And I also say this as a woman who is neither trying to prevent getting pregnant, nor actively trying.

Where is my faith?

It's terrifying to me.  More children.  Pregnancy.  Wanting more, but feeling incompetent at parenting one.  What large family dynamics look like.  My daughter being an only child.  How my husband feels about all this.  Getting older.  Round and round my brain goes, where it stops nobody knows....

This is why I genuinely wanted to know what the real, tangible thoughts and feelings were out there about this subject.

But most of all, I posed this question, because I want to be that person.  I want to be that mom who steps out in faith and truly, from the depths of my soul, trusts God to do what he may with my womb, no matter what that looks like for me.  It's just so hard to do and my humanness gets in the way .  Particularly when my mind can reason the pros and cons for both sides of the spectrum.  So your comments haven't necessary solved the inner debate going on inside of me, but they have given clarity to lots of other questions I had deep down inside.  And I so appreciate that.

To all of you that chimed in, know that I am praying over this.  And I do know that God will give me peace about what my family is supposed to look like.

And I also hope to chat again soon...who knows what I'll be asking next time!

Blessings friends,

 

Another Ten Things...

So, this is going to be a wordless version of Ten Things I Love.  Sorry ya'll, I have no words today.  I'm in the process of trying to retrieve lost photos (Emma's entire first two years of life) on my stupid piece of crap computer, so my brain is fried.  But despite the severity of this situation, sitting down and posting about what I do love will do me some good.  I'm just going to post pics...no discriptions today.

But before I do...

Thank you all so much to those who contributed to yesterday's conversation on Family Planning.  I have so enjoyed your comments...and actually, I look forward to more.  Go here if you want to chime in!

Also, don't forget to enter my Apron Giveaway hosted by The Sweetest Petunia.  Only a few more days left before the contest ends!

Ok...Things I Love...

1) Sushi

2) Dr. Pepper Chapstick

3) My Reef Sandals

4) That I'm part Irish

5) Family Trees

6) The smell of old furniture

7) The Grandin Theater in Roanoke, VA

8) Little Old Men

9) Shaking my Groove Thang...

10) Anything tie-dyed or peace sign related (or both)

I know...kind of random.

Quirky

But me.

(I'm sharing this as part of Things I Love Thursday over at the Diaper Diaries. Check it out!)

Blessings ya'll!