"May You Please Honk!"

... heard tonight from my backseat, as my three year old niece decided we had been waiting too long at a red light.

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most.
We ask ourselves,
'Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous,
talented,
and famous?'
Actually, who are you not to be? 
You are a child of God. 
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that people won't feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest 
the glory of God that is within us. 
It's not just in some of us;
it's in all of us. 
And when we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others."

- Maryann Williamson

And The Random Comment Award Goes To...

"You're so pure, you crack me up!"

A co-worker said this to me today, as I was expressing frustration about something, but refusing to swear.

Um - thank you?

All In A Night's Work

So, last night I was a taxi driver who was driving Rosie O'Donnell around, and had the opportunity to share the gospel with her. How about that?

Generally, I'm one of those people who doesn't dream. And when I say that, the people who facts are important to, jump up and down screaming, "Everyone dreams - you just probably don't remember yours."

Well, then, ok. I dream. I just don't remember them.

Since I've been sick, I've been taking Tylenol Cold & Flu both the day and the night formulas. The day formula has been great to keep me going at work. The night formula is AMAZING! I've slept incredibly well the last couple of nights, and the dreams have been out of control! I thought Sunday's was interesting, and then Monday's... but I think the whole taxi driver thing takes the cake!

From Abishag to Zebedee

What do you do when you've gotten three hours of sleep and are on a car trip that is taking fourteen hours when it should only take nine?

Play fun games, of course!

Me to Evan, "Let's play 'come-up-with-weird-names-from-the-Bible-for-every-
letter-of-the-alphabet.' I'm starting with Abishag... go!"

Or play multiple rounds of "Who Am I?"

Or listen to CDs... lots of CDs.

Or put diapers on your head to amuse the six & two yr old in the backseat.

Or pray that the trucks passing you and causing slush on the windshield that blinds for seconds at a time will go away!

Or keep checking the speedometer and seeing that we're still going half the speed we should be going.

Or eat all kinds of junk food... and subsequently become sick from said junk food!

And lastly (and most importantly) - daydream of the look on your Dad's face when he walks in from work and sees that you're here to surprise him for his 60th birthday weekend!

The trip was a major success, and thankfully the roads were clear on the way home, and we made it in nine hours! (In time to go to bed very unhappily, due to the outcome of "the game" last night - angry eyes at Caldwell!)

Icy Marauders

This morning at 3:30 I awoke because something was happening in my living room. Someone had just dropped something and it made a loud thud. I lay awake, my heart now doing the thudding, and it happened again! I decided I didn't want to be a statistic of someone murdered in their bed, so I got up to investigate. (Don't argue with 3:30 am logic... it's MUCH better to be in one's living room when one meets an intruder - everyone knows that!)

As you can guess, because I am writing this post, there was no one in my living room... or my bathroom or the hall closet. (Not that I checked or anything - I'm not neurotic!)

I went back to bed, and will freely admit I left the light on for safe measure.

My eyes were closed, I was almost asleep again when someone threw a rock at my bedroom wall! My eyes flew open, and my heart started that dumb thudding again. What was going on?

I calmed down, closed my eyes again, and had just gotten back to sleep when the pipes started screeching at the top of their lungs. (Please don't bother me with pipe anatomy details... I'm in the creative writing zone, and my heating pipes can have lungs if I say so!)

Now I was irritated. Not only was this marauder invisible, but it sounded like he was heating water for a cup of tea!

A minute later the same rock-thrown-at-wall sound came, except it was SIX INCHES from my head.

And then I realized what all these noises were. There was ice on my apartment from the recent storms, and it was cracking... and it continued to crack until I had to drag my exhausted, all nerved-up, hadn't really slept since 3:30 body out of bed for work this morning.

I'm sleeping in my closet tonight, where tea-drinking, rock-throwing, invisible marauders can't get me!!

Aunt Lindsay & Jackson

A good little snuggle after a long day!!

Tid Bits & Such

* I was thinking I'd be all clever and come up with a title called "A Tid Bit Sort of Post" and started writing that in, BUT it was already there.. as a title for another one of my posts. It's hard when my cleverness has already been used!


* Tonight at dinner:
Jed - "Do you know what amazes me?"
Aunt Lindsay - "What amazes you?"
Jed - "That you're not married yet!"
Aunt Lindsay (tongue in cheek) - "It amazes me too!"
Jed - "Yeah - I don't think you're ever going to get married."
Aunt Lindsay (in her head) - "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Bud-row!"


*At church last Sunday we put out a "Suggestion basket" for music. That way if people were wanting some new music, or hated what is currently being done, or had incredible ideas, they'd feel free to write it down and I'd pick them up weekly.
I went over to the church tonight to read through the suggestions.
One caught my eye... it read

"We need lots more drums!"

Funny that the handwriting looked so similar to my pastor's!

Weowd!

The trees have buds on them, because they think it's spring.

They should think it's spring, because yesterday it hit the 70s!!

And a friend just told me that their tulips are starting to come up. Poor tulips are in for a rude awakening if winter ever decides to re-visit NH.

Hmmm...

I Pose It To You, Dear Readers

Someone in my latest class at work identified with my horror/fear/life-stopping terror of snakes... only she raises snakes, and instead is deathly afraid of spiders. It bothers her that I am so afraid of snakes, and is constantly coming up with creative ways to help me get over my phobia.

She came to me this week and said that she is so afraid of spiders that she saw a shrink to help her deal with it. "Uh oh," said I. "Please don't tell me they made you face your fear and get up close with spiders." She replied that that was exactly what was done, and she held a tarantula in her hand. She also claimed it helped her with her dread of arachnids, but then admitted she's still afraid of most... just not tarantulas.

Therefore, she said that I should come to her house and hold her snakes. Even the mere thought of that made my heart start beating faster, and my breath become shallow. I loudly declined, and will continue to do so as many times as she invites me.

But it made me wonder... Does that really work? Facing ones fears in such a drastic way... Is it healthy? And it would only work with real fears, not ones that are ludicrous, like say being afraid of someone hanging from your shower head. If ANY of you try that to rid me of my fear, I will be very angry! Heck, if any of you bring snakes to my house I'll be angry to. I'm not ready for that type of "therapy!"

So what do you guys think??

Growing Pains

When I was little, I had horrible growing pains in my legs. Now how wrong is that?!? I don't even make it to 5'2" when I'm standing as tall as I can, but I had to deal with that kind of pain.

Now poor little Jed has them pretty bad as well. The other day he asked if when I did massage I did legs as well, and I assured him that the next time he had growing pains I'd work on his legs.

Tonight during dinner he asked if I would, and there I sat on the couch, having come full circle, rubbing my little nephews legs just like Dad & Mom did mine.

I hope his growing pains are actually worth something, and somehow I think they are... seeing as at the age of six he has several inches less than a foot until he catches up with me.