Mumus and buzz cuts

When I got old and gray, I vow to wear mumus and buzz my hair off. I will however continue to wear a bra unlike many of the residents I see on a daily basis. Of course by then, if I don't wear one I will have to tuck them in my socks to keep from tripping!

Bernina and memory lane

Been trying to sew some clothe napkins for the house and my little Bernina just won't sew the edges because they are too thick. My mom brought her "real" Bernina when she came to visit a couple weeks ago and it has worked like a dream!
It has also brought so many memories to mind of my mama hunched over that machine making our clothes. Not just one but for all three of us. She would buy one pattern and tailor it to fit all of us. So thrifty she was! She made our swimsuits, church dresses (all three matching on occasion), our slips (you can't find little girl slips these days), pjs, Halloween costumes and even some panties! I vaguely remember my dad having a robe made from her hands. AND Jamms shorts in high school.
Even as a little girl all my pants had to be taken up in the waist, thanks to the bubble butt I even had as a kid. She taught me on that machine along with Mama White teaching me on hers.
Now she is a master quilter and has a fancy Bernina with embroidery and computer screens and all that jazz.
Fun thoughts and happy memories!

My Beloved

Ya know what I love: That my big, strong, burly, man's man hears The Revolution Song by Phillips, Craig and Dean and can't help crying like a baby every time. I have never wanted him more.

Time Machine Murders

If I had a time machine I would go back in history to the person, presumably a woman, who thought up the stupid idea of feminism and kill her/him. Nothing inhumane, just a bullet to the temple.
Then I would come back to the present where things would be as God intended when it comes to women and the work place.

Mercies New Every Morning

Re: my hypoglycemic rant yesterday
Nothing a handful of Mike and Ikes and working on my memory verses during my swim workout at 5 this morning won't fix!
Just me and Jesus, swimming laps and talkin'.
I am sure my lap buddies think I have lost my senses!
Or they are just used to the "Sasquatch wearing the silver swim cap who carries the bag of index cards and is constantly muttering to herself while she swims".

Slow and Painful Death..By Coupons

So we started the Dave Ramsey Money Makeover in March with goals of no debt before we buy a house. No school loans, no car payments. A decision made in haste now that I think about it more clearly. Now, don't get me wrong. I am all for this. I have prayed my hubby would get on the Ramsey ban wagon for many a years. He is on. I, however, want to jump off the moving wagon and rip my sack cloth. I still love the idea. I still love the end result (or what I imagine it will be like) but two things this week are wearing me thin.
The tiny little rent house we are currently living in and clipping coupons. Now, the issue with the townhouse is not the size although it is small but how much space does one really need? It is that we can not do anything to it. My creative expression to create a "home" is stifled! I must create! I must paint! I must re-tile! I must hang a photo, for all that is good and holy! My sketches of remodeling the kitchen or dry stacking the fireplace are nothing more than unused napkins. I finally gave in and hung up one wall hanging that I got for Christmas that says, "Welcome. Christ is the head of this house and the unseen guest in every room." I am pretty sure somewhere there is a commandment about "Thou shall not have white walls." HGTV and DIY is just too painful any more. Possibly living here without decorating makes it seem like we are still in transition?
The coupon clipping is driving me crazy! A hour a week of work to save 5 bucks! We have stayed on budget of $100.00 a week for groceries but my sanity has got to be worth more. Something about this week has made the task slightly better than a hot poker to the eye. Possibly PMS? And sweet Mo is helping me and clipping with me and running the calculator for me and going to the store with me, which he has never done in 14 years of marriage, but when you just want to get the food and get out, it is just a slow and painful death.
And at the risk of sounding like a spoiled 2 year old: Ladies and Gentleman, the new has worn off the Money Makeover! The Honeymoon has ended!

Our Brush with Fame (kinda)

I got the blessing of hanging out with my sweet friend, Carolyn Churchill, for a short time today while she is in town from Oklahoma watching grandkids. Our conversation drifted to her dear friend of many years, Kay Larsen. I know of Kay just as one of Carolyn's friends. She begins to tell me of Kay's (and her husband) amazing life as a bible translator for a Mayan Indian tribe in Mexico, Wycliffe Bible Translators. This perks my ears up because I have heard that somewhere in Kami's homeschooling studies but couldn't place it. Carolyn is basically writing Kay's life story and has known her since the 60s. Any what a servant Kay is!
I get home and ask Kami about the Wycliffe name and it turns out she read about the founder, Cameron Townsend, in a book by the same name. I relay this to Carolyn via text and it turns out "Unlce Cam" ,as Kay knows him, was actually the very one who sent her and her beloved groom to Mexico!
How cool is that and what a small world we live in! Thanks Carolyn for being a faithful friend and servant to us all, especially Kay and can't wait to read this mighty woman's legacy.
And it dawns on me as I am so star struck by the whole situation, that the real "celebrity" is always just a thought a way. My sweet Jesus. AND he wants to spend time with little ole me...how humbling.