What I thought: Truly Sexy Songs

Consider these songs: "Do That to Me Once Again" Captain & Tennille, "Hot Stuff"-Donna Summer, or "Slow Hand"-Pointer Sisters.  These women are honest, inviting, sincere, confident in their verse, and above all, they are eternally sexy because their song is forever.  Their "sexy" will never fade because it is in their song.  They will never look stupid on stage singing these songs and we will always like to listen to them because they are respectful and alluring and beautiful and sexy.

So to all of my fellow sexy women,  sexy is in your song, it is not in what you wear or don't wear.  Do not be concerned with "looking" sexy as much as actually "being" sexy.

Friends

For my Friend on Her Birthday.
I had a friend, she went away, she came back.
I had a friend, she made me laugh, she still does.
I had a friend, I could trust her, I still can.
I had a friend, she was poor as I, she is rich now.
-Michelle

Who goes there?

Who is out of bed?!

"hmm mommy? It's me mommy--milky"

 What do you have on your head?

"it's my hat."

Who put that on your head?

"I don't know."

 "Are you taking pichers mommy?'

Yes.

"Cheese!"

 What were you eating?

"Cookies-look."

 You need to go to be because it's bed time.

"awwwwhh..."

 "Look at me I happy and I dancing."

 "Pew!Pew! This is my gun!"

And this what happened to me that night in my office.

A little tights-hat wearin' gremlin came and growled at me. He nashed his teeth at me; did a scary little dance to confuse me and then shot at me!

Yes, I noticed the outfit.  And no I wasn't the one who dressed him. ;o)

Ordinary Times with Us

Today is the Feast of the Archangels-Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael.  I wanted to make dragon bread and make special prayer cards with my kids but, I think spending time outside and being brave enough to do it in my work out clothes did it enough homage.  Not really, I am gonna make a prayer post here soon too.

Here are a few shots from the day with my three angels. (I wonder if you can tell which of mine is the wise, the brave, or the healer.)We had such a good time today.

 Milky

(The Healer)

Playing with fire trucks,

 Playing with bubbles,

 Playing with bubbles,

Mesmerized by a bubble,

And concentrating on making bubbles.

 Pink

(The Wise)

is too big for her bike. :o(

 But Pink will ride it anyway. :oD

 Beef Jerky

(The Brave)

scooting to get going.

 Guess who learned to ride his bike today!

♥Big Daddy celebrating with Beef Jerky♥

By the way, I love when September turns into October!  It is such a rich seasonal change, the cool air, the nice hair days, no sweating, fewer skeeters, garage sales galore, and grass grows more slowly (not weeds though...grrr). I love season changes.

Go COOOOOGS!

Went out in the Houston heat!  And the kids did great (granted we left at half time and are still recovering from the outing).  Here we are the Scarborough Coogs.  The kidlets had fun and told us several times how they enjoyed themselves, so I guess we timed everything just right.  Good Job Big Daddy O!  Oh and we won too with our "NEW" Freshman quarter back.  Eat 'Em UP!

Join us at the next game!

Insomnia you devil!

I woke up this morning at the lonely hour of 4:30a.m.  Laid in be for about thirty minutes hoping I would crash but, nope.  I just started thinking about all kinds of stuff.  So, I got up and brushed my teeth and decided to actually go to the gym and exercise for a while.

On my way out I saw the most spectacular moon shot, but driving and shooting (my camera) are not a good thing when combined.  So, I actually stopped and took this shot of the early morning moon.  Wish I had my tripod with me so that it would be more clear but, it works for me.

I love how beautiful some things look through my lens.  Enjoy!

100th Post!

It is a tradition to do something awesome for your 100th post on your blog but, I couldn't bring myself to do another personal inventory.  I can't even think of what to write about.  I have thought about writing about what my life is like 100 post later though.

100 posts later I am not the same person I was in the beginning.  My hair is shorter, my temper too.  My pants fit loosely, I know more than I want to know about some things, I don't care if my kids answer Yes Ma'm and No Ma'm (I am okay with yes no and okay).  100 posts later, my eyes are weaker, but, my bank account is slightly stronger.  100 posts later, I am willing to go somewhere alone and by myself.  100 posts later, I have a profound respect for life long dreams and realizing them. I also know where to find free printables and cutesie crafts for my kids. I know why people spend way too much time online.  I think I am starting to understand why they believe everything they read on the web too. I learned places to go for nice photos for my family.  I learned that what you have done, written, or said can not be undone :o( I met people sort of, okay NOT, but I feel as though I have because they tell their life stories on their blogs.  I have laughed at some of these people because they have the right attitude.  I have seen beautiful things online and hideous things too. I have snagged some awesome images and recipes from other's on line and tried them out too.  I revisited some of my old web skills.  I even think I may one day write a book--not really (not a dream of mine).  I also learned that there is a fine line between comfort and discomfort on line. 


So after one hundred posts what is the coolest and most interesting thing that I notice or accept?  Myself.  I am perfectly imperfect.  I like that about myself it is the only thing that stays true.  :oD

Familiar

This is one of the cutest and most familiar scenes of my house these days.  At home each of my kids hums the Star Wars theme song all day..every day.

Thank you Big Daddy for sharing your legacy with your kids.

It will last a lifetime.

Humble Rain

Rain does so inspire me

Some days it seems that everything weeps.

Some days even the trees carry a heavy burden.

Some days should be silent...

Prayer for Inner Peace

Slow me down God.  

Ease the pounding of my heart by the quieting of my mind.

Steady my hurried pace with a vision of the eternal reach of time.

Give me, amid the confusion of the day, the calmness of everlasting hills.

Break the tensions of my nerves and muscles with the soothing music

of the singing streams that live in my memories.

Help me to know the magical restoring power of sleep. 

Teach me the art of taking minute vacations-- of slowing down

to look at a flower;

to chat with a child;

to pat a dog;

to take a deep breath;

to read a few lines of a good book;

or to offer you a word of thanks.

Please God, slow me down.

A True Story

I was about to run the kids over to church to register them for CCE- for the fall and they were complaining and whining about every little thing.  Beef Jerky had never been to CCE so was anxious about going to church school and Pink was kindly telling him about learning about God, prayers, crafts, and songs.

So, I tell him that he is not going alone that Pink is going too.  Pink turns around and looks at me and says, "But mom, I already did my time."

LOL! Maybe they will feel better if I teach CCE too.

Night and Day

Night

And Day



Angels, Angels Everywhere

There are angels all around,

way up high, down to the ground.

Wearing long, white, flowing dresses,

hair in buns, all full of messes.

Wings fluttering, hands and feet steady,

I think they know, to see them I am ready.

Back and forth, to and fro,

these angels fly high and low.

They bring life, love, and joy to all,

helping us heal, avoiding a fall.

They guide us through the year round,

careful not to make a sound.

Goosebumps trigger when they are near,

but usually they don't appear.

Angels can come in forms of light,

if you see them, no need for fright.

Flashes of spirit, not pain,

think of the feelings you will gain.

There are always spirit guides,

angels to protect you.

When you're sad, lonely, or angry,

just call on them to do.

One doesn't know how dedicated they are,

on those days of loneliness, your angels are not far.

-Jenni Taylor

Prayer for Holden

Almighty and eternal God, you are the everlasting health of those who believe in you. Hear us pray for Holden Thomas Underwood for whom we implore the aid of your tender mercy, that being restored to bodily health, he may shine with your light.

Also, bless his parents and family with the courage to be faithful  to you and strong enough to carry the weight of the pain in experiencing and caring for their sick child.  May they never lose sight of their unity with you and with each other through their precious child.

Through Christ our Lord in Heaven.

I think my guardian angel is feeling a little frustrated with me.  I don't always do things the way God says and I make mistakes all of the time.  Sometimes, the message is very clear and I misinterpret it anyway. I hope I get the message right the next time. :o)

For some reason my angel is on my mind today and I think she must feel like this-tired, frustrated, and unappreciated.  Strange thing is I feel the same way.  Just to say thank you I will spend some blog time to thank my lucky stars for my awesome angel. If I could, I would send her chocolates and flowers. ♥

 

 An Ode to All Angels (sayings about angels)

Angels are spirits, but it is not because they are spirits that they are angels. They become angels when they are sent. For the name angel refers to their office, not their nature. You ask the name of this nature, it is spirit; you ask its office, it is that of an Angel, which is a messenger.  -- St. Augustine

Angels are speaking to all of us...some of us are just listening better.

Angels like to do what they want, just for the heaven of it.

Angels walk softly and carry a big presence.

Sometimes your best friend is actually a guardian angel in disguise.  

I believe in angels, the kind that heaven sends. I am surrounded by them, I just call them friends.

Touched By An Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
-Maya Angelou 

Thirty-Something Friday Night

We went to see a cover band and decided to stay late and enjoy the next band.  It was such a great experience for us.  We ate, drank, and (I danced) because the husbear doesn't often dance, and only women dance on bleachers or whatever those seats were called.  And I didn't even care that everyone could see me bust a move. LOL! Because guess what--I have a mean groove thang and rarely use it. hahaha!

We spent the night with some great people that are part of my inner circle of power.  They have been true friends for the better half my life I am talking like 18 years or something like that.  They have been with me through some really great times and some seriously bad times.  I have learned so much from all of them about being a good person and what life is really all about.  They are my hand selected family. 

I think the most fun was sitting back and actually knowing every single song (with the exception of one but, doesn't matter because none of my music guru friends knew it either-HA!)  I often feel so disconnected from the current world.  Most of the time I feel as though I don't belong anywhere.  And I have to admit it was nice NOT to feel like a boring old thirty-something wife and mom of three.  I felt like the interesting thirty-something wife and mom of three instead. ♥ But, I took them (the kids) with me--see that one-of-kind, hand-crafted jewelry around my neck?♥

"To love is to be vulnerable. Love is the opening of the heart, the welcoming of your beloved. Loving is not secure,--authentic loving is risky." ( I don't remember the author:oD)

Here I am with the man that makes my heart pound.  Isn't he the dreamiest thing you have ever seen?  He is my closest friend, my love, my motivation, and my other half.  I just love the man more each time I see him.  I am not afraid of loving someone (him) so intensely either.  In this "weakness" I find so much strength and fulfillment.