Archive for November, 2008


yummy goodness!

you MUST make these two paula deen deserts for sure for your next party…

Homemade KitKat Bars


Caramel Apple Bars



happy thanksgiving!



things that get better with age…

3. cheese

2. a good wine

1. and everywhere, like, such as…


Busted Tees


a great new artist

joshua radin

he’s cool enough to sing at ellen’s wedding celebration…

here’s a clip of her wedding day and a song from joshua radin…


dog gone it!

i haven’t yet decided if the folloing story is a blessing or a curse… you decide…

 since jason and i have been back in nashville, we have “rescued” 4 animals (3 dogs, 1 cat) from getting the potential of being hurt in the road. each time has been a close call that i can barely even think about without crying. my heart is certainly getting a workout lately! so hang on to your kleenex box, this is a wild ride… 

about 4 weeks ago, we were headed to my mom’s house and this little dog shot across this busy street. so, we pulled off as quickly as we could to get it back to the other side where it came from. several cars passed going about 40mph or so. i was scared to deather that it was going to dart to the other side and get hit. then all of a sudden, there it went, back across bringing an oncoming car to a screeching halt. thank goodness the dog didn’t get hit. it kept on running, going through this very large hay field to a house down the way. jason and i ran across the field trying to catch the dog and see it’s collar. when i got to the house, i saw a lady let the dog in through the back door. i knocked on her door spoke with her for a little bit but she didn’t seem to care nor did she say thank you for any of our efforts or concern. that just disgusted me. if we hadn’t been there, that car would have hit the little guy. i was so mad at this woman! lock your gate lady, geez.  when this happend, we had just moved back home from the bay area that week. people there are so prideful about their animals and are extremely aware of where they are and what they are doing at all times. i was so upset that anyone would be so careless and unaware about their pet. that was incident #1.

so moving on… we were leaving our condo and on the other side of the street was this small gray mangy dog sniffing in the grass. i thought maybe it was just being let out to go potty by it’s owner but there was no one in sight. so we pulled into the parking lot across from our condo. the dog was very skiddish and wouldn’t come to us. it had tags on but was very mangy, like it hadn’t had a bath in months. i assumed it was a lost dog and we were bound to find it’s owner. we found a little pile of old chicken wing bones in the parking lot (gross, i know… but it worked) and coaxed it over into a closed off area for a dumpster. finally, after about 30 minutes or so, jason got close enough to the dog to hold it still so he could see what was on the tags. we called the phone number (i was crying like a baby). a woman answered the phone and nonchalantly said, “yeah, that’s my dog. she’s such a bad dog. where are you?” she couldn’t have cared less, but i  wasn’t too shocked considering how much she needed a bath. poor girl. the lady literally lived right around the corner from where we were. when she came she shook jason’s hand but that was it. i just don’t understand why people don’t take care of their animals! another lady that just had no pride in her sweet animal.

the next incident was on our way home last week. we saw a cat in our parking lot that just wouldn’t move. i had to get out of the car to pick it up so that we could get by. it just rolled over like it wanted to play. (side note: i’m EXTREMELY allergic to cats, but in this moment, i didn’t care, i picked it up anyway). the cat had no collar but it was declawed so i knew it was a house cat. come to find out, thanks to one of our neighbors in our building, we found that it belongs to this guy down the street. so, i walked the cat over, he came out of his house when he saw me come into his gate. he didn’t really understand why we had his cat… “was she bad or something?” he said. obvisously, she wasn’t but she had gotten off his proprety and could have very well gotten hurt. i mean, if she rolled over in a parking lot, she surely wouldn’t have moved for an oncoming car. i put the cat down and within a few minutes she was crossing the street again. the owner just stood there and watched me while i went after her. again, a careless pet owner. arg. there were no tears this time, just anger. and i don’t even like cats! which, point proven, is why i don’t get one. 

last but not least was yesterday. i was driving down a major road here in nashville and there i saw a 40 pound dog walk very casually across the street a couple times right in front of me. thankfully cars are slowing down enough and the dog is getting across safely but i couldn’t help it. i had to stop. i got out, crossed the street to where the dog was and held it real tight to me. this was  not a small dog, and she was strong as an ox. i noticed that there was a girl waiting at the bus stop. she yelled at me and said, “i know the owner. she’s my neighbor.” i told her (yes, i told her) to get her neighbor on the phone. i let her know that i had her dog and this is what she said to me… “do you want her?” i could have jumped through the phone! i said very sternly to her… “no, i don’t want her! i want YOU to want her! this is your dog ma’am. i want you to give me your address and your phone number and i will deliver her back to you.” so she did. i put the sweet doggie in my car and drove to her owner’s house. i knocked on the door (i knew that the girl i talked to was at work) and a young guy answered. i let him know that his dog was delivered safely to the back yard but he didn’t seem to care. it was all i could do to keep from taking the dog home with me but i knew i couldn’t. she was beautiful though and if i see her again, you better believe i’ll take her and find her a good and loving home. this was the most emotional one for me. i cried for the next hour over this. it just hit too close to me to see where this little baby was going to be living and then knowing that her owners don’t even want her. 

so, everyone listen up! if you think you want an animal, think you can handle the responsibility, think you can afford it or think that they are disposable beings, then DON’T GET A PET! stay away from those cute cuddly faces and bashful eyes that reel you in. it is not worth risking a life! 

on another note, if you find a stray animal, please attempt to find the owner first. the next resort is the nearest no-kill shelter.

evidently, the Lord knows just how much i love my animals, he has given me this task. again, i’m pretty sure this is a curse… but hopefully i can turn it into a blessing. so far, every animal has been delivered to it’s rightful owner. praise God for that!



this afternoon i decided it was time to clean the front door. there were a few scuff marks on the door and the doorway left over from the last people who lived in our place and probably a few from us moving in. i’ve been looking at those marks for about 4 weeks now and finally i was able to take the time to clean them up. so i grabbed my magic eraser, the most amazing invention EVER, and began scrubbing. while i was on my hands and knees i started thinking about all the things i need to do to clean in the inside of the house… laundry, sweeping, mopping, dusting, dishes and on and on. but i NEEDED to get this door cleaned. for some reason this was more important than the rest of the house. there were quite a few marks, a lot that i hadn’t noticed before, some so dark that it took pretty good elbow grease to get them off and some wouldn’t even come all the way off. whew! what a relief to get this taken care of. now people won’t think we’re dingy b/c our door is finally clean! then, i wished for just a moment that the inside of the house would be miraculously cleaned when i went back inside. too bad it doesn’t work that way, huh? clean the outside, and poof! the inside is clean. now that would be amazing!

then i began thinking, now matter how hard we make the outside look good,  it just doesn’t matter does it? the inside will still be the same and honestly, the inside matters the most… so who cares what the outside looks like? if we don’t maintain what’s on the inside then we are in disarray despite our outward appearance. we all have our scuff marks and scars on the outside that have remained from life’s journey but true beauty is from within. we have to continually keep it clean and looking good. by God’s grace and mercy we are refined and our scuffs are wiped away, we just need to acknowledge His power and wisdom in our lives.

not only do i want my home to be a place of beauty for my family and friends but i want to be a beautiful wife, sister, daughter, friend, co-worker too! 

such a simple lesson that came from a simple task. thank you Lord for leading me to that doorway today!


getting older

today is my birthday and so far, the day has been good until…

just a few moments ago, my mom called me and first thing she said was “hang on.” the next sound i heard were the voices of about twenty 8 year olds singing happy birthday to me. my mom’s 3rd grade was on the other end. it was the cutest thing! what a great birthday surprise! they finished singing and my mom said to me, “tell the class how old you are today.” “today i am 28,” i said. then, the sweetest little voice screamed at the top of her lungs with extreme excitement to be able to identify with me and said, “that’s how old my mom is!!!”  i nearly died. 28… really? old enough to be your mom? wow. getting older is so neat. 

next thing on the list to do:

start having kids before i’m really too old.

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