Don't Touch the Jewelry!
Only God Could Love You More!
You know that I am fiercely competitive, but so are you... so I love the fact that we stayed up until almost 11:30 last Saturday night playing volleyball in the pool because I wasn't going to bed until I had won....and you weren't either. How funny that our daughters said they were tired and going to bed....game over! I love that you kissed me goodbye this morning and your fragrance lingers. Your baby blue eyes melt my heart like no other.
My mind is flooded with so many memories of our 19 years together. What an incredible gift from the Lord.
My Bond Man...007 Has Nothing on Him!
He held it up against several of the walls in the family room while trying to find the perfect spot to hang it....what??? And then he flashed those gorgeous baby blues, that I have had the blessing of seeing nearly every day for the last 19 years, and said he was just kidding and my heart melted all over again! Whew! The green whatchamacallit thingy found its perfect spot in the garage, next to the trash can.
He came home to an almost finished house and he loves it too and I am so glad! Oh, the pressure of having only a few days to pick your paint colors and then finding them on your house. The entire process happened so quickly....but for this girl who calls patience the "p" word, it was just right on time.
The painters took down a huge wasps nest that was on one of the eaves of the house with only their painting tools and their bare hands. Yikes!
But speaking of wasps, my dad has a great suggestion for all of us ladies.
It is a good idea to keep a can of wasp spray around the house not only for wasps but for protection too. It can shoot farther than a can of tear gas or pepper spray...20 plus feet. Here is an interesting article about this topic. Heaven forbid that we would ever have to use it but I think it is brilliant idea. What do you think?
Oh, I almost forgot this fiasco! Did you hear the one about the 2 blondes that almost ended a man's career at Academy Sports due to....well here you go! Last week at Academy, where we bought the pool, we met a sweet young man (boy that made me sound old) who helped me get the pool off the shelf and into the cart. Poor guy! I walked aisle after aisle trying to find someone to help me get the 280 pound pool off the shelf and to the front of the store, but no one was to be found. I spotted this "young man" with an Academy shirt and badge and asked if he would please help me. He chuckled and said that he would try. In my haste to find help, I was just looking for someone with an Academy shirt on and I hadn't bothered to look down....his foot was in a brace...and he walked with a big limp. Oiy! I am not making this up....I wish that I were! What was I suppose to say? So I muttered something along the lines that it was really heavy and I needed some help, did he mind or would he help me find someone to help, all the while thinking to myself....way to go! I felt so bad.
Anyway, he found a flatbed cart and put it next to the pool. My only job was to hold the cart steady...well that sounded easy enough...until 280 pounds of pool hits it and sends it flying. Did it already have water in it! Thankfully, it somehow landed on the cart. I didn't have the heart to ask for help getting the mass of pool to the front of the store. I simply said, "Thank you so much for your help, Jace. I really appreciate it." The "sweet young man" looked a little relieved that he was finished with us and walked away, I mean limped away, and that's when my oldest daughter burst out laughing. "His name is JacK" she said, "not Jace!" Oh really? That's what my eyes saw from where I was standing. Oiy! It's not fun getting older. Poor guy, I didn't even call him by the right name, after all that trauma.
Dear Academy,
You have a mighty fine young man working for you in your outdoor pool section. His name is Jack but he goes by "Jace."
Thank you,
the Crazy Pool Lady
I think footage of Rachel and I trying to get the pool to the front of the store may be on funniest home videos or something....nothing clears a path quicker than 2 blondes, a massive pool, and a flatbed cart that has a will of its own.
I better get going....I have an appointment with my eye doctor...go figure!
Just Thinking
5. I am greatly anticipating seeing these sunflowers in full bloom. There seems to be a competition to see which one can reach the sky first. As a Kansas girl, I love glorious sunflowers.
6. I use to be an above-ground pool snob....until we priced an in ground, custom pool. Do you know the easiest way to overcome being an above-ground-pool snob? Yes, it's buying one and putting it in your backyard. We've joined the countless ranks of pool owners ...and we love it.
Please Help Me Pick A Paint Color Before I Lose My Ever Loving Mind!
Today is DIY day at Kimba's A Soft Place to Land. Many extremely wonderful and creative bloggers will post their finished projects. Been there done that, last week. This week I am pleading with all of you to help me make a decision so that I can finish this project. Please??? Pretty please, with sugar on top?
We were blessed to build our home in 2000. I can't believe that this December it will be 9 years since we moved in, the week before Christmas, I might add. Did we have a tree that year? Oh, yes we did and stockings and presents and guests. We may not have had a dining room table, but we had a Christmas tree.
Anyway, I'll try to get to the point of this post. Our trim needs to be repainted and Mr. Incredible suggested that we change it up a bit? Say what??? Who is the decorator around here? But, I got to looking at the house and....should I admit this....oh, alright, Mr. Incredible is right. But, I need your help before I take the giant leap into a new trim color and a new color for my front door.
The painters are ready to go. In fact, they would really appreciate it if the projects were finished yesterday. I'm not kidding! It was pouring down rain today and they wanted to come paint. That might be a problem for 2 reasons, it's wet and I haven't decided yet!
Okay, here are a few pictures of our house now:
I did this very quickly...can you tell? Ha! I'm not planning to paint over the window parts of my door and sidelights, this was just the quickest way to get an idea of what it might look like. I think that I like the door and the lanterns in black. It would be so safe to go with good old white again, but I'm feeling a bit more daring and I really like how the black-ish bricks seem to pop with a black door. I always like to have a wreath on my front door; I think each season's wreath would look great against a black door.
Charcoal was suggested by another blogger:
And here is the black without painting the lanterns:
A little brown? I don't know:
And here is a suggestion from Rhoda (I adore her Southern Hospitality blog):
So, which one do you like??? Should I paint my pots black too?
Do you have any other suggestions?
Red is my favorite color and I've debated a red door for years, but I'm afraid that it clashes with my brick. In my opinion, the only red color that looks sort of decent is an Texas Aggie shade and since we are Baylor bears, we won't go there! (But, after Kimba's suggestion, what do you think?) Please, give me your honest opinion about the trim color and the door. Tell me what you like and I'll love you forever!
A Pruning and a Blessing
With the recent season that we are finding ourselves in, you can find out more by clicking this link, this verse spoke volumes to me today. I instantly thought of the last picture that I took after last week's mowing and weeding episode. Where there were once ginormous weeds, there are holes and barrenness, but if you look closer, you can see new growth.
Skip On Over to the Blog Hop
Hey ya'll! I am participating in this ever-so-fun Blog Hop party and this week's topic is Favorite Recipe. With school starting in 5 weeks, I've been thinking about my favorite crockpot recipes because, well, do you really have to ask? A crockpot is a girl's bff during the school year. There is nothing like coming home to the delicious smells of a home cooked meal, is there?
So, I really tried to narrow it down to 1 favorite recipe, but I just couldn't do it. So, here are a few of my crockpot faves. Bon appetite (that sounds so french) ya'll (that's better).
Crock Pot Fajitas
1 small arm roast
1 1/4 C dried pinto beans (rinsed but not soaked)
1 chopped onion
1 can chopped green chilies
1 can Cream of Mushroom Soup
2 cans Rotel
1/2 C water
2 t chili powder
1 t cumin
garlic salt and pepper
I use those handy dandy crock pot liners for easy clean up. Place a layer of spices on the bottom. Put in roast and sprinkle with more of the spices. Layer beans, onion, and green chilis. Add soup and Rotel. Cover and cook on low for 10-12 hours. I just shred the meat and serve with tortillas, guacamole, cheese, sour cream, etc. So delicious and so easy!
Jane's Slow-Cooked Italian Chicken (from Fix it and Forget-It Lightly)
3 lbs boneless, skinless chicken breasts
1 pkg. dry Italian dressing mix
10 3/4 oz can Cream of Mushroom Soup
4 oz. can mushrooms, drained
8 oz. of Sour Cream or Plain Yogurt
Place chicken in Crock-Pot. (I use the crock pot liners for easy clean up!) Mix dressing mix with soup and mushrooms. Stir into chicken. Cook on low for 6-8 hours. With a spoon, lift chicken out of cooker. Place in a covered dish to keep warm. Combine cooking juices with sour cream in crock-pot. Cover and heat until warmed through. When ready, place chicken on bed of rice or noodles and pour sauce over the top.
Okay, I have one more favorite recipe! My faithful blog followers have already seen this recipe, for the rest of you...this is a gift to you....you're welcome! Our family adores having a good ole shrimp boil in the summer. Have you had one? Oh, it is great and shrimp is on sale this week at HEB. Here is the recipe:
Shrimp Boil (Our Family Favorite!!!)
10-12 whole small red potatoes
4-6 small ears of corn (I use the frozen ones)
1 pound of cleaned, de-veined shrimp w/ tails
2 links Cajun smoked sausage cut diagonally
2 T Old Bay Seasoning
Boil 8 quarts of water, add salt and Old Bay Seasoning. Add potatoes and cook for 10-12 min. Add sausage and corn on the cobb and cook for 7 minutes. Now add shrimp and boil another 3-5 minutes (just until pink). Drain and pour contents onto your newspaper lined table(now that is an easy tablescape....newspaper that's it!). Sprinkle w/ salt and serve w/ butter, Old Bay Seasoning, cocktail sauce and lemon wedges. So delicious!!!
Thanks for stopping by today! Happy blog hopping!
Joyfully,
Kristi
Do the Miss America Wave
Here they are headed back to main street:
Oh, another shot. Can you find Rachel & Hannah?
Do the Miss America wave....please? pretty please? Oh, alright, moving on!
Cheerleaders, family floats, class reunion floats, and John Deer tractors!
There was even a "Princess" float in honor of a girl in our town that is turning 40 sometime this year. I think she is one of 6 or 7 sisters and she has had a 40th birthday float for all of her sisters in years past. They decided to do her float, "up big" as they say around here. Her throne was made up of hay bales, I think, and they had pictures of her all over the float, and they topped it off with a ginormous pink tiara. Would you like to see that? Me too, but I was so dumbfounded that I forgot to snap another photo.
Here is another shot of the parade. It was hot outside! See the umbrellas?
And then the 4 wheeler gang:
A man on a red tractor. I love the flags on the front.
And then "the law" showed up and the parade was over. Not really, the law did show up but that was just the last photo that I took.
After the parade it was time for family, food, fellowship, and fun.
Here is what you need:
Directions: Add the sugar to the cold water and stir until it is dissolved. Add the root beer concentrate and stir well. Using gloves, place the dry ice in the container and let the fun begin!
Try to put the lid on the container, very gently, you don't want to seal it off completely because then you might have an explosion, but you want to try to cover it so the dry ice can carbonate the root beer. After about 10 or 15 minutes you are ready to enjoy the best root beer ever.
Careless Weeds: Where the Wild Things Grow
It was the worst that it has ever been. Our front yard is perfectly manicured and my vegetable garden looks so much better, but the backyard, that is hidden from plain sight, was out of control.
I hate to admit it, but it was quickly becoming a sore subject between Mr. Incredible and I. He has planned to mow it for the last 6 weeks, but he has been too busy.
I'm not working {for money anyway} this summer, but I just didn't want to deal with weeds that were almost as high as my fence.
I started feeling like a fraud...our home looked beautiful from the street, but not from the backyard. It took me several hours this past Tuesday, after playing tennis with Hannah, but I finally was able to mow the backyard.
Wow! I saw a spider that was bigger than my hand, a praying mantis, crickets, grasshoppers, worms, wasps, other bugs that I didn't recognize, and a fat mouse. Yuck! Thankfully, I didn't see a rattlesnake! Now, the backyard looks much more like it should have looked in the first place. I had to tackle it head on.
I've had to tackle the weeds of my heart too! I've been avoiding the Master Gardener in a few major areas and my heart was starting to look like my weed-filled backyard.
In my effort to be transparent with you, I'll share a few of my weeds with you, but only as long as you understand that the issues are with my heart and how I've chosen to let some things get the best of me. I'm not trying to bash anyone, ever:
Okay, here goes, I'm trusting you with my heart right now:
I've struggled with our place at our church {which is one area I've never really struggled with like this before} and a minister who wrote my media ministry off as "easy" and another minister that didn't listen to my concerns about a future mission trip that would involve my precious daughters staying in homes that even the minister would not know....I don't think so! Mr. Incredible and I did that while we were in a singing group at Baylor. We stayed with a man and his mother in Florida and he pulled a gun on us that night. I've never been so terrified in my life!
Struggling with your place in your own church is hard and I don't like it very much! I am the pastor's daughter for heaven sake! My heart condition is so bad that I am having trouble praising the Lord in church...and that has always been one of my most favorite things. It would be so much easier to go to another church, but I'm not sure that is what God has for us right now and besides that, I am a firm believer that when you change churches it should not be out of anger. So, instead of being vigilant about praying about our place and the circumstances that I am finding myself in, I let resentment and bitterness grow like the careless weeds in my backyard. It was easier to just ignore it...or was it?
Also, I just finished an amazing journey of faith with the Lord by going back to school to finish what He called me to do. I was hired as a teacher for next year, and then overnight it seems, self-doubt rooted its way in my heart. What? Thoughts like, "What if I won't be good enough? I'm suppose to know all about computers...because I am now the computer teacher...what if I fail?"
Great thoughts, huh? The bad part is that I started believing them. I was having my daily quiet time with the Lord, but I was not addressing any of these thoughts, I was avoiding them like I avoided my backyard...and the weeds/thoughts continued to grow.
This afternoon, I took much joy in looking at my backyard. That is much better, I said. Why didn't I take care of that weeks ago?
And then I felt the Lord say, "My child, let's work on your heart."
He and I went to a quiet place where He began to speak to my heart
about all that I had been avoiding with Him.
He gently reminded me that I know better than to believe the evil one's lies. I know to match up what I hear or think with Scripture and see what is really True.
He reminded me that the media ministry at church was His idea from the beginning and together He and I have done some pretty cool things....things I never could have done on my own. They were talents given to me by Him...they are not my own...so how could that be an easy thing?!
He reminded me that I may be on the other side of my calling, that I may have reached the finish line, as far as school goes, but He would never leave me there. He still has so much for me to do and that together He and I can do anything.
I was reminded that in my weakness, He is strong. I may have an issue with self confidence about teaching this coming year, but He always equips the ones that He calls and that if I am completely relying on Him, and not my own strength, than it is going to be an incredible year.
As far as the "knowing all about computers because I am now the computer teacher" goes, the Lord reminded me that computers are always changing, how can one person know it all anyway? Besides that, I know the One who is true Wisdom and He has all the answers I will ever need.
I don't have my answer about our place in church just yet, but I do know He is allowing this strange season for a reason and I'm going to choose to trust Him because He has always been faithful. I cried many, many tears with the Lord today, but at the end of my tears, I felt relief. I've been long overdue to meet with the Master Gardener who was patiently waiting for me all along. He knows my desire is to bear much fruit for Him....but it's hard to do that with a heart full of weeds; they choke out the fruit.
Normally, I wouldn't share something so deep and so personal, but I felt like I needed to share it. Maybe you need the reminder too to line up what you think about yourself with Scripture. If it doesn't match, than it is simply not true. I'm still a work in progress. I'm definitely not perfect but I am a daughter of the King who loves me far too much to leave me just the way that I am and I am so thankful for that. More of Jesus and less of me, that's my heart's cry.
Are You Game for Some Decorating?
After Tuesday's post on Love-40 and reminiscing about my old tennis racquet, I realized that I have never shown you what I did in my family room.
There is a weird space above our built in cabinets in the family room. After we moved in, I wasn't sure what to do with the space and I really didn't want to spend anymore money so I looked around and came up with an idea.
All of the sporting equipment that was too old to be very useful but was full of sentimental value was stored in the attic. Hmmmm....let's get it out and use it!
I had some greenery from Hobby Lobby and some Styrofoam, so I cut it to fit the 11 foot width of the top of the cabinet. I stuck the greenery in the Styrofoam and placed it above the cabinet.
Then I had fun placing my tennis racquet, my basketball from UT basketball camp, my volleyball from my high school days, my husband's favorite golf club (that he doesn't use anymore), a signed baseball bat, some deer antlers (not mine), a couple of wooden ducks, a Dr. Pepper collector's edition bottle from Baylor, and a vintage Uncle Sam tin sign.
Wanna see it?
Beautiful Feet
Hannah and I were watching a show on TV 2 nights ago and a commercial came on that was absolutely awful. The show was not recorded so I couldn't fast forward through it and by the time I saw what was on the screen I said, "Don't watch!"
Joyfully,
Love-40?
That's Chris Evert and her racquet, which is exactly like my classic.
I definitely needed a bigger head on my tennis racquet, so this momma isn't having to run as much! Ha! Hannah was excited. She was so excited about learning to play tennis that we practiced hitting pretend balls in the family room underneath the blessed air conditioner.
We watched a couple of lessons on Youtube....how cool is that by the way that you can pull up instructional videos for free on youtube, then she was ready to hit a few balls.
I remember beating the tar out of the garage door with my racquet and tennis balls when I was a child, so we headed outside in 101 degree weather and hit balls at the garage door. My second ball just missed the garage door and went over the roof into the backyard. I heard a familiar chuckle next door...it was my dad.
I had to chuckle a little too and then retrieve my ball. Dad gladly brought over a ziplock bag full of tennis balls because clearly we needed more to practice with. Our garage door session lasted for quite a while, well okay about 20 minutes but that is a long time especially in our Texas heat, until we could stand it no longer and we ran in for the good old air conditioner and some water.
We worked on her grip some more and waited for Daddy to come home from a business dinner. At 9:00 he came in the door and by 9:30 we were on the courts.
It was fun to chase balls all over 2 courts and sometimes across the fence into the other people's courts. Hannah was a quick learner and seemed to really be enjoying herself. Mr. Incredible and I had to play a little bit in between too. I must say that I may be older, but I've still got it....well sort of. There's nothing like hearing the heavy breathing and the knees that pop and crack and realizing that yes, in fact all of that noise is coming from you. Oiy
Feeling pretty good, I had to try to serve...and I can still do it! Woo hoo!
I heard, "Momma, when can I learn how to do that" and my heart just soared!
One of my students from 3 years ago was playing tennis with her dad. She was home from college and it was so good to see her. I apologized for my sweat laden body but hugged her anyway...and she was sweating too which made old girl feel better.
I got tickled when her father begged her for mercy and asked her to please go purchase one of those scooter things for him immediately because he wasn't sure that he could make it to the car. We played until 11 under the tennis court lights. It was so much fun!
From the backseat of the suburban, Hannah exclaimed that she wanted to get up early so that we could play again. So, here I sit at the crack of dawn. My contacts are in, my teeth are brushed and I am ready to go play tennis. Where is my child???? Oh, the young one is back in bed. She changed her mind and wants to sleep in instead! Seriously?! Mr. Incredible said that I should yank her out of bed anyway...but to be honest my body is a little grateful. I think I can wait until tonight! Do they still make Bengay?
Love (tennis talk ya know),
Kristi