I asked Jesus into my heart for the first time when I was 13. It was at a Carmen concert. Even though I backslide after that it is one of the most important times in my life. I remember it like it was yesterday.
My favorite dog is a beagle.
I am a tightwad. I really don't enjoy spending money.
I really don't enjoy shopping. unless it is clearance. I will spend time in a clearance aisle,though! grocery shopping is probably the most fun for me.
Country music is my favorite, but not the recent country. I like the old country up to the early ninties.
I love to make lists. I joke that I make lists of my lists.
I still have a pair of purple argyle socks I got in the sixth grade for Christmas. I still wear them, too.
I don't like wearing jewerly or make-up very much.
I am a klutz. I broke my foot falling off a sidewalk. I didn't even fall down, I just snapped the bone in my foot. I also break a lot of things. That's why God gave me my own personal McGyver as my husband:)
My favorite job was a chiropractic assistant.
The best job I will ever have is being a Mom. I love every part of being a Mom.
I had a crush on Patrick Swayze as a kid, "Dirty Dancing " was my favorite movie.
My other crush was Stephen Scheffler, he was #55 on Purdue's basketball team, back in the day.
I played the trumpet in school.
My best friend growing up was German Baptist. Going to her church was an experience I will never forget.
I am terrified of bees, flies, bugs, anything that flies around my head. As a kid I got hornets or wasps(I don't know which) caught in my hair and they stung me repeatedly in the back of my head. My Dad had to squish them with his hands to kill them.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Fun Facts
Lisa,you have started a trend and I am joining the band wagon.
Here are a few tid bits about me.
1. My favorite comics are Baby Blues and Calvin & Hobbes.
2. I love the smell of clothes that are hung on the line. I also enjoy hanging them out on the line.
3. My least favorite part of housekeeping is dishes.
4. My first job was running the candy store located inside Sears at Castleton Square Mall. It was by the escalator and no longer exists.
5. Randy & I met in Lawn & Garden at Wal-mart ( we were both working there)
6. He proposed to me in front of our entire church.
7. I went to Purdue and then IUPUI for 1 1/2 years to be a social worker.
8. I love chapstick!!!!!
9. I don't do well with change. Doesn't matter what it is, even small stuff.
10. My favorite vacation spot is Skagway, Alaska. It is peaceful, quiet and so beautiful.
11.I am a homebody, I am very content to just be at home with my family.
12. I love board games and card games. My whole family growing up played cards every time we got together.
13. My first car was a 1978 Olds Cutlass Supreme. My Dad bought me a chevy S10 about a year later, He said it didn't have as much "get up and go" if you catch my drift;)
14. I LOVE chocolate. When it comes to chocolate I have no self control. I will eat it until I am sick.
15. I am a tidy pack rat. I keep everything, but it must be in a tote labeled and dated for quick reference. Both the boys have about 2 totes of stuff I have saved for them. I have every bill I have paid since Randy & I have been married.
16. Sleeping in hotels creep me out. I take my own pillow and blankets. You just never know how clean they are.
17. I love to camp as long as I can take a shower. This drives Randy absolutely NUTS! It limits our camping choices alot!
18. I like buying stationary and writing letters.
19. Reality TV is a guilty plesure of mine. Survivor, Super Nanny, Dog the Bounty Hunter, Airline, I love it!
20. I love to go barefoot- I really don't enjoy wearing shoes of any kind very much.
21.I love most foods with vinegar in them. Malted vinegar on fish, pickles, cucumbers and onions in vinegar, vinegar & salt chips. The best is pickled bologna. MMmmmm Good!
22. My LEAST favorite movie of all time is "Wizard of OZ". I was in high school before I could watch it all the way through. I would hide under my parents bed every year when my brother watched it. Those flying monkeys give me the creeps.
So there are a few tidbits, after reading them I thought " Boy I am kind of neurotic and yet very boring at the same time."
Here are a few tid bits about me.
1. My favorite comics are Baby Blues and Calvin & Hobbes.
2. I love the smell of clothes that are hung on the line. I also enjoy hanging them out on the line.
3. My least favorite part of housekeeping is dishes.
4. My first job was running the candy store located inside Sears at Castleton Square Mall. It was by the escalator and no longer exists.
5. Randy & I met in Lawn & Garden at Wal-mart ( we were both working there)
6. He proposed to me in front of our entire church.
7. I went to Purdue and then IUPUI for 1 1/2 years to be a social worker.
8. I love chapstick!!!!!
9. I don't do well with change. Doesn't matter what it is, even small stuff.
10. My favorite vacation spot is Skagway, Alaska. It is peaceful, quiet and so beautiful.
11.I am a homebody, I am very content to just be at home with my family.
12. I love board games and card games. My whole family growing up played cards every time we got together.
13. My first car was a 1978 Olds Cutlass Supreme. My Dad bought me a chevy S10 about a year later, He said it didn't have as much "get up and go" if you catch my drift;)
14. I LOVE chocolate. When it comes to chocolate I have no self control. I will eat it until I am sick.
15. I am a tidy pack rat. I keep everything, but it must be in a tote labeled and dated for quick reference. Both the boys have about 2 totes of stuff I have saved for them. I have every bill I have paid since Randy & I have been married.
16. Sleeping in hotels creep me out. I take my own pillow and blankets. You just never know how clean they are.
17. I love to camp as long as I can take a shower. This drives Randy absolutely NUTS! It limits our camping choices alot!
18. I like buying stationary and writing letters.
19. Reality TV is a guilty plesure of mine. Survivor, Super Nanny, Dog the Bounty Hunter, Airline, I love it!
20. I love to go barefoot- I really don't enjoy wearing shoes of any kind very much.
21.I love most foods with vinegar in them. Malted vinegar on fish, pickles, cucumbers and onions in vinegar, vinegar & salt chips. The best is pickled bologna. MMmmmm Good!
22. My LEAST favorite movie of all time is "Wizard of OZ". I was in high school before I could watch it all the way through. I would hide under my parents bed every year when my brother watched it. Those flying monkeys give me the creeps.
So there are a few tidbits, after reading them I thought " Boy I am kind of neurotic and yet very boring at the same time."
Friday, April 14, 2006
A Survivor Question
If you went on the show Survivor, what is the one thing you would take with you?
My Answer: Chapstick!!!!!!!!!
My Answer: Chapstick!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Our "Pet" Squirrel
We have a squirrel that has adopted us. He lives in the trees close to our house and we can watch him foraging for nuts and scampering up to his home safe in the treetops.
He was part of our menagerie of animals until a few weeks ago. Now he is on the most wanted list.
It was a rainy day a few weeks ago and the boys were doing their schoolwork. All of a sudden we heard a knock-knock sound on the side of the house. We all ran out and saw our little "pet". We thought "how cute he is banging his food against the side of the house to eat it."
We heard the same knock-knock a few days later in the same spot. Elijah was watching him out of the front door and spooked him. So little "pet" ran around to the side of the house. I heard him a few minutes later by a different window so I pulled the screen out and poked my head out of the window to see him in action. Oh, boy did I ever see him in action. He wasn't trying to crack his winter supply of nuts open to eat. He was eating the side of my house. There were little nibble marks all down the side of the house. He wasn't the cute squirrel anymore, he was dead meat. I told Randy about it and he got his gun out and the next time we heard him He fired a warning shot to scare him. After all he was sort of a pet. We didn't want to kill him, yet.
We thought the gun scared him off and our house was saved. No, this is one determined squirrel. He was back at it again bright and early this morning. I let Zoe out and she chased him down, Mr.Squirrel got a sudden burst of energy at the last second and avoided death by Zoe. So he is down to no more chances. Mr. Squirrel is dead the next time I catch him making the siding on my house his main course!
He was part of our menagerie of animals until a few weeks ago. Now he is on the most wanted list.
It was a rainy day a few weeks ago and the boys were doing their schoolwork. All of a sudden we heard a knock-knock sound on the side of the house. We all ran out and saw our little "pet". We thought "how cute he is banging his food against the side of the house to eat it."
We heard the same knock-knock a few days later in the same spot. Elijah was watching him out of the front door and spooked him. So little "pet" ran around to the side of the house. I heard him a few minutes later by a different window so I pulled the screen out and poked my head out of the window to see him in action. Oh, boy did I ever see him in action. He wasn't trying to crack his winter supply of nuts open to eat. He was eating the side of my house. There were little nibble marks all down the side of the house. He wasn't the cute squirrel anymore, he was dead meat. I told Randy about it and he got his gun out and the next time we heard him He fired a warning shot to scare him. After all he was sort of a pet. We didn't want to kill him, yet.
We thought the gun scared him off and our house was saved. No, this is one determined squirrel. He was back at it again bright and early this morning. I let Zoe out and she chased him down, Mr.Squirrel got a sudden burst of energy at the last second and avoided death by Zoe. So he is down to no more chances. Mr. Squirrel is dead the next time I catch him making the siding on my house his main course!
Friday, April 07, 2006
Happy Birthday Elijah Aaron!
Today my sweet baby is 10. He was born on Easter sunday 10 years ago, seems like yesterday. I am so proud of him and the young man he is growing up to be. He is such a compassionate, tender-hearted kid. (except when it comes to his brother, they seem to enjoy beating each other up daily.)
A little tid bit about Elijah on his birthday:
He has planned on rescuing endangered animals since he was about 4. He wants to be a vet and travel around the world,to heal sick and injured animals. He and Ethan want to build zoos for the animals and put a church in it so they can tell the people about God and animals at the same time. Every year they get older the plan gets more elaborate.
He is a great kid and I am so proud to be his Mom.
Happy Birthday Elijah!
Monday, April 03, 2006
The Black heart~ an explanation
This will in a small way explain the previous post of "The Black Heart"
A few months ago while I was sitting in worship at church I saw a heart beating and functioning in a body, then I saw sin enter as hurt, fear, rejection, and as each thing happened the heart was damaged. As it was damaged it began to die and was no longer useful to the body.
I sometimes see things as words and as I saw this picture, God gave me phrases and words to describe what I was seeing. I just put it on the desk and left it for awhile.
today I was thinkiing of it and wanted to piece it together, so it is a combination of my testimony and something God spoke to me months ago. Maybe He was just showing me what had become of my heart, i don't know. I hope this makes sense and for me it was a big wake-up of how a small thing can do damage to my heart and if not fixed it will grow and grow until eventually it will kill me.
A few months ago while I was sitting in worship at church I saw a heart beating and functioning in a body, then I saw sin enter as hurt, fear, rejection, and as each thing happened the heart was damaged. As it was damaged it began to die and was no longer useful to the body.
I sometimes see things as words and as I saw this picture, God gave me phrases and words to describe what I was seeing. I just put it on the desk and left it for awhile.
today I was thinkiing of it and wanted to piece it together, so it is a combination of my testimony and something God spoke to me months ago. Maybe He was just showing me what had become of my heart, i don't know. I hope this makes sense and for me it was a big wake-up of how a small thing can do damage to my heart and if not fixed it will grow and grow until eventually it will kill me.
The Black Heart
The anger raged and swelled inside my chest. Trying to control the tumult, fear frustration and every other negative emotion was taking its toll. I was no longer able to contain the intensity of emotions that rose within my mind, body and soul. My black heart was taking control.
It didn’t have to be this way. In fact it wasn’t always this way. My heart was once clean and fresh, new as the day my Maker formed me.
The first nasty bruise on my heart came as early as grade school, mostly out of my own inhibitions, the constraints I put on my own life. That dark bruise came at the first pangs of rejection and it was never given the love and compassion to heal before the barrage of angry red tears and rips began to appear. The bruising increased with intensity as the self-inflicted, self-loathing, hate and self pity increased with alarming regularity. Infection caused irreparable harm as the fear and pain festered in the heart. The rejection by my peers, not feeling like my thoughts, my life mattered to this angry world. All those angry, vicious emotions were given safe harbor in my tortured heart. I repeated daily the insults that were slung at me at school. They rolled around and around inside of my head torturing my dreams.
All those words, actions and thoughts against the heart turned it into a darkened, dead organ, dark and brittle as charcoal. It was dead, no longer a viable use to the body. Rejected by body, spirit, and soul, but fearing the void would not be filled I clung to it like a life-line, unable to give it up. Every scar, cut, bruise, every ounce of pain represented my past, my life, who I was to this point. To give up my blackened heart was to give up myself. I would disappear and not matter, my life would be for nothing. My last link to a so-called life, what I called living.
I did not know how close my rescue was. I was not aware that with one cry to the Father, the one who formed me with His loving hands, He was the one to replace my fragile, bitter, battered and bruised heart. He, with all surgical precision, practice and skill could transform my hate, rage and pain into pure perfection. With no mistakes, no faults, I could have a pure, beating heart with life breathed straight from the mouth of the Creator. Who could describe the sweetness of that moment, the fresh, pure beating of a new heart? Restored to pump life in a pure untainted sense, my black, brittle heart was reborn and renewed with one cry, one pleading, sobbing cry. I was reborn, new and fresh, loved with an intensity I had never known.
Now it was my job to protect my heart at the first signs of bruising or pain. I need to run to my Father and have Him cleanse me again and again. I don’t want to return to harboring a dead and scarred useless heart. I never again want to grow accustomed to harboring the rage that always lurked beneath the surface. I never again want to forget the sweetness and purity of my new heart.
It didn’t have to be this way. In fact it wasn’t always this way. My heart was once clean and fresh, new as the day my Maker formed me.
The first nasty bruise on my heart came as early as grade school, mostly out of my own inhibitions, the constraints I put on my own life. That dark bruise came at the first pangs of rejection and it was never given the love and compassion to heal before the barrage of angry red tears and rips began to appear. The bruising increased with intensity as the self-inflicted, self-loathing, hate and self pity increased with alarming regularity. Infection caused irreparable harm as the fear and pain festered in the heart. The rejection by my peers, not feeling like my thoughts, my life mattered to this angry world. All those angry, vicious emotions were given safe harbor in my tortured heart. I repeated daily the insults that were slung at me at school. They rolled around and around inside of my head torturing my dreams.
All those words, actions and thoughts against the heart turned it into a darkened, dead organ, dark and brittle as charcoal. It was dead, no longer a viable use to the body. Rejected by body, spirit, and soul, but fearing the void would not be filled I clung to it like a life-line, unable to give it up. Every scar, cut, bruise, every ounce of pain represented my past, my life, who I was to this point. To give up my blackened heart was to give up myself. I would disappear and not matter, my life would be for nothing. My last link to a so-called life, what I called living.
I did not know how close my rescue was. I was not aware that with one cry to the Father, the one who formed me with His loving hands, He was the one to replace my fragile, bitter, battered and bruised heart. He, with all surgical precision, practice and skill could transform my hate, rage and pain into pure perfection. With no mistakes, no faults, I could have a pure, beating heart with life breathed straight from the mouth of the Creator. Who could describe the sweetness of that moment, the fresh, pure beating of a new heart? Restored to pump life in a pure untainted sense, my black, brittle heart was reborn and renewed with one cry, one pleading, sobbing cry. I was reborn, new and fresh, loved with an intensity I had never known.
Now it was my job to protect my heart at the first signs of bruising or pain. I need to run to my Father and have Him cleanse me again and again. I don’t want to return to harboring a dead and scarred useless heart. I never again want to grow accustomed to harboring the rage that always lurked beneath the surface. I never again want to forget the sweetness and purity of my new heart.
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