Easter

My camera was nearly my undoing today. Apparently some settings could be more appropriately...set...and so many of my Easter pictures turned out blurry. ICK! But here are some that weren't bad.

Me...and the Easter dress that nearly cost me my sanity. I have cute red strappy sandals too but of course they're cut out...

Mom - who wore Easter selection number two after the weather turned sour. Where is her sense of temperature adventure? Well, at any rate the flowers she salvaged from the yard made it spring in the house!

Dad - who mostly wanted to get back to dessert...

Easter Sunday, April 8, 2007

This past Monday, our Ladies’ Bible Study talked a little bit about grace. It was all part of last chapter in the book we were studying, but it caused me to look up the word in the dictionary just to see what it really means. Among the definitions, I found the following: a sense of what is fitting…favor…unconstrained and undeserved divine favor or goodwill.

And this week I received a little taste of grace. So much grace, in fact, that I had to shake my head just a bit.

Most of you know that I was in the Marion Easter Pageant for 23 years. A couple of weeks ago I wrote about how much I miss it and the completion it brought to my Easter season each year. Well, I had seen an advertisement that this past Wednesday, there would be an “Easter Pageant Sing” at a church in town. There would be a choir and orchestra playing the music of the pageant. So I made mental plans to attend.

Wednesday was a disastrous day…one of those days when nothing goes as planned, including the thirty degree weather two days after summer-like temps teased us. I couldn’t get out of work on time, I had many errands to run, and every imaginable setback seemed to hit me. I had a coupon for Fashion Bug that expired that day and I was determined to use it, no matter what. So as I scoured the store for a suitable Easter dress (more on that next week), I watched the hands on the clock scoot closer to seven – which was when the music was scheduled to start.

I dashed out to my car shortly after 6:45 and almost went straight home. I was tired, cold, and hungry, and by this time, I just knew the church would be packed. Besides, I was alone, and I hate going to things alone. But yet I felt nudged to at least drive by the church. Just to see. So I pointed my car in the direction of the church and started driving. As I pulled up alongside the building, I could see the parking lot was completely full and the side streets were starting to fill. It wasn’t the best part of town – and did I mention it was cold? I started to just zoom on past and head home when I saw the nose of a police car just two blocks ahead. Well if I have to take my pick between cops and cold, I’ll take the cold. I made a quick turn into the parking lot – to avoid the cop if nothing else. Just as I pulled in, the car in the second parking space left.

By this time, I was getting the distinct impression that God wanted me at this thing. So I parked, went in, and found dozens of empty seats. Apparently the cars were all the choir and orchestra people. I found a nice aisle seat near the back and settled in to listen to the music. Much to my delight, they not only had music, but they had a video of the Pageant as well! It seemed to me that I’d remembered talk of a taping years ago, so I searched the screen for a short version of myself. Couldn’t find me. Then I saw myself – but I was all grown up! When had they done a taping since I’d been an adult?

As the music played on, though, I realized just how significant this was about to be for me. In this taping, I was playing the one part that had a monumental impact on my spiritual life. Here it is as I wrote it a few years ago:

I chose a new part in the pageant. I wanted a change of scenery, and the part needed filled, so I took it…Really, the part wasn’t much different from my old part. Wander around…fill empty spots…make sure you don’t get in anyone’s way. But there was that one tiny part that was a spotlight of sorts. I was to sit on a bench with the little boy who played my son, and watch the man who played Jesus walk through the crowd and greet people. As he came closer to me, the disciples were to gather around him, drape a royal purple robe around his shoulders and bow to him, signifying that he was the “king.” The man who played Jesus was to look at the robe, shake his head, remove the robe, turn, place it around my (and my son’s) shoulders and make a gesture that said something to the effect of “honor the poor and needy…not me.” And then the pageant was to go on, and I was back to spot-filling.

During the first performance, when everyone was in costume for the first time, that little one minute part became one of the most significant moments of my spiritual life. I was overacting a little, trying to be as “into” my part as I could be. I leaned forward on the bench, trying to see everything, and then when the disciples put the robe around his shoulders, I found myself looking down to the ground. Not because the spotlight was too bright in my eyes, but because I realized that I felt in the way by being that close to such an important group of people and an important moment. Then I realized he was removing the robe and I saw it swing around my shoulders. I looked up and made eye contact with him for one moment…just long enough to see a slight smile from him, and then his gesture, which said to me, “Look at her. I know all about her. I know why she’s looking at the floor…why she doesn’t feel important enough or worthy enough to be a part of this moment. But I am choosing her. I love her. She is worth not only enough for me to give her this symbol of royalty, but enough for me to keep right on walking, even when I know that when I get to the end of this road, there will be a cross waiting there for me, and I will have to die on it. But I will do that…for her.”

I can’t prove it without hauling out all the journals (and frankly I’m much too tired) but I am fairly certain that the performance on the screen that night was this very performance. I had tears in my eyes just watching it and remembering how God met me there on the bench by the well. I even muttered under my breath, “I wish I could buy this taping!”

At the end of the music, they announced that DVDs and CDs of the performance were for sale. Don’t you know I was the first one in line!

I watched the Pageant a couple of times this weekend. I even stopped and watched that part in slow motion – just to see the look as my eyes met His and His heart met mine.

Wednesday night went from being a night of disaster to a night of grace. A night when God sensed what was fitting and sent unconstrained favor my way – from planting a cop to force me into the parking lot, to clearing a space for me, to leaving an aisle seat in the back just for me. I can imagine that up in Heaven, He had a huge smile as He sat back and waited for me to realize that the night I’ve remembered so clearly was actually captured on film and I could have my own copy. God knows that little things like that make me happy. What a great Easter gift!

Let There Be Light!

There are some parts of adulthood that are just not my favorite. Among them - home repairs. I will decorate all day long. In fact, I have decorated every room in the house - some twice. I'm forever adding new pictures or changing the paint color or moving the furniture or adding curtains. That I can do. Actual repairs...not so much.

Last fall - I don't even know when, but an embarrassingly long time ago, my kitchen light went on the fritz. It was the oldest light fixture in the history of light. The round fluorescent bulbs. I thought the bulbs were bad, so I bought new ones - which was just shy of a $20 adventure - RIDICULOUS. That worked for a while and then even that didn't work all the time.

Shortly after that, my bathroom light went nuts. After cooking and applying makeup (in their respective rooms, you understand) by the twinkle of Christmas lights for two or three months, I finally called an electrician. He came and did what he could for both lights, but even he was mystified about why the lights wouldn't work consistently.

So, finally, a couple electrician-hunting disasters later, I found someone to look at the lights. Today I became the proud owner of two brand new FUNCTIONING light fixtures. I bought the units around the holidays. They've been riding in the trunk of my car ever since. But now they're up and running!

Now I get to tackle the carpet on the stairs...and the roof on the awning...

The bathroom before. Really, I did have a light fixture up, but after the first electrician came, he left it like this so it would be ready for the next guy. It really added to the decor.

The bathroom light - after. So weird to actually SEE my face in the mirror!

I have no words to describe....

No more cooking by flashlight! (It's the only way to tell when the pork chops are REALLY done.)

Prayer Ponderings - Inspired by Brandon

Last Sunday I posted about prayer, and Brandon (my friend from high school...he and his wife are expecting their first baby in a couple of weeks, and I'm so excited for them!) responded with some good questions. I spent a few minutes this morning responding to him down in the original post, only to have Blogger eat my response. ICK.

So I thought I would pose his questions up here - and see if anyone else has thoughts on these ponderments (a Bekah word) too.

Do our prayers alter God's involvement or direction in the future? If so, does this lend itself to an idea that God has a somewhat limited knowledge of the future (still by His choice)? If not, is prayer more about aligning ourself with the heart of God ... rather than about what we pray about? How is our prayer-life impacted by our internalized view of our parents? Is prayer bigger than our concept (kneeling, eyes-closed) and better captured by a lifestyle?

My response was centered around the first two questions/thoughts. Let me start by saying I am NOT a theologian and do not claim to be. My Dad corners the market on theology in our family, and I am perfectly happy to let him have it. I'm not smart enough to argue the finer points...and that is fine.

But my thought is that prayer can alter God's involvement or direction in the future. I say that because the Bible talks about Abraham's pleas to God to spare Sodom and Gommorah - and after several pieces of conversation between God and Abraham, God was willing to spare the righteous in the city. And just this week I was reading in Isaiah about the life of Hezekiah. God told him to put his house in order because he was soon to die, and he begged God for more time. God heard his cries and saw his tears and granted him another fifteen years of life. I believe that God's infinite knowledge and wisdom allowed him to know that all of that was going to happen (this is where theology kicks in and Bekah kicks out) but the core of me trusts that God is so moved by compassion for His children that He is sometimes willing to change His original course.

That's just my quick answer...with more time, I could come up with more opinion, I'm sure. The rest of it, I'm going to have to think about. But if you have any thoughts of your own - pitch them in!

No Words...Again

How does she manage to scrape by as the next to the lowest EVERY WEEK? I don't understand. I am very sad that Gina is gone. I really liked her. At least I was glad to see the top three is as it should be.

My friend Jessica says she's done because Haley didn't go home.

See, I shoulda quit when she made the top twelve. I'm too hooked now to quit.

That's More Like It

I'm not sure if I enjoyed American Idol more tonight because the genre of music was more appealing to me...or rather because I wasn't dying on the elliptical while I watched. It's a toss-up. Either way, I much preferred this week's music to last. My thoughts (and apologies in advance to Phats, as usual)...

1. Blake - I thought he was very classy tonight - both in his clothing choice and his song presentation. I really like Blake and still think he is far and away the best the of the guys. Good job, Blake.

2. Chris - I wasn't raving inside as much as the judges were over his song, but I just love Chris. He's such a cutie! I do think he had one of his personal best nights ever, though.

3. Melinda - ONCE AGAIN, I cried. Why does she always make me cry? I hated the dress - I didn't think it was very flattering to her, but she nailed that song. WOW. I was thrilled for her that the judges can't find anything to criticize. I still think she should win the entire competition. She is classy, fun, and that beautiful spirit in her should be shared with the world.

4. Phil - I thought he did better than the judges gave him credit for...I knew he was singing that song to his wife. That's dangerous though because she's just one vote (or a small handful at any rate) compared to America. I love Phil and want to see him go on, but I'm worried that he's in trouble this week.

5. Jordin - She really is a joy magnet. They nailed that one. I loved her outfit way more than last week - and I thought she did a good job. I don't think it was her best ever, but she still did great.

6. Gina - She looked STUNNING this week. I was so proud of her for stepping aside from her rocker image (though I love Rocker Gina) and showing that she has another side to her...and proving that very well. Some people try to show another side and only end up showing that they don't have another side. Good job, Gina.

7. Sanjaya - Oh Sanjaya. Actually, in looks and sound, I thought this was probably his best week yet. I was glad he toned it down from the ponyhawk. His quirky ability to entertain will probably carry him through another week...in a very strange way, I like him, but he's just not in the league of the others.

8. Haley - Haley, Haley, Haley. Eh, her song was okay, she looked "good" (that was thrown in just for Phats), but I have to say that I really didn't feel sorry for her when it came time for the judges' comments. What were they supposed to say? When you dress to garner attention, then you can't be mad when all you get is an "I like your legs." He probably didn't even hear the song. She is pretty, she is not a bad singer, and I wish she'd just forget about skimpy clothes and wiggling all around the stage and SING to show us what she can do.

9. Lakisha - I liked her song better this week than last. I still think she's not raised her game quite as much as Melinda. In my book, the gap between them is widening. But all in all, I think she did a good job. Her dress was very pretty, I thought.

My bottom 3 - boy that's a tough one. I'm going to go with Chris, Phil, and Haley. I'm going to guess that Phil gets the boot this week.

PB&J Day

Happy PJ&J Day!

At our church, that stands for Pastor Brian and Jaye. However, as much as they deserve a day in their honor, I don't think that is what today is about.

I found here an article that dishes all the good stuff about how Americans prefer their PB&J. I wasn't included in the original survey (why not??) but would love to offer my own PB&J preferences to you. It may also become my dinner of choice this evening because I will have to eat on my way to Bible study and it's just hard to have a sloppy joe in the car.

My perfect PB&J is a layer of crunchy peanut butter (amazingly enough, I don't care which brand) and a layer of my Mom's homemade strawberry jelly - on white bread. I want both layers on both slices, by the way. I eat the sandwich whole - well, I mean I take bites, but I don't cut the sandwich. I do eat the crust, although I tend to eat all the sides first to get the crust out of the way and get to the good stuff.

What's your perfect sandwich?

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Today, I’m afraid, is more of a rambling than an insight. Today I’m thinking out loud to you. Today you get to know how my journal feels. It might make you feel sorry for it by the end.

I’ve been thinking a lot about prayer lately. Maybe that is because one of the covenants I made with God this year was to pray for people as I’m prompted to do so. Maybe it’s just because I have a lot to say to God. I’m not sure.

My parents raised me to pray. As long as I can remember, we had family devotions every night before bedtime. Devotions always ended with prayer. The on-your-knees kind of prayer. Kids, I’ve decided, make that into a game time. At least this kid did. I would put the top of my head on the floor and wait to get dizzy. I would peek (don’t tell) and get a view of the living room from the perspective of the carpet. I would plant my forehead on the floor and scoot my knees around from left to right and see how many times I could do that without Mom and Dad noticing that I wasn’t being still. I’m sure they’ll write back and tell me they knew about all my tricks. I didn’t quite understand why we had to get on our knees and pray…I just knew that we did it.

Then there was the prayer itself. When I was really little, there was a massive exodus of old men in our church. One by one they died – and my job was to try to remember to remove them from my prayer list after they had died. More than once, I prayed for a dead man and then said “OOPS!” right in the middle of my prayer. So finally I concocted the generic prayer. It went like this. Ahem: “DearJesusthankyouforthisdaythankyouforhelpingusineverythingwedid-andhelpustomorrowinallthatwedoinJesusnameamen.” Every night I would try to beat my speed record in delivering that prayer. Mom would say “I can’t understand you.” I would say, “It’s okay. I was talking to God.” If I were my kid, I’d have smacked me. Mom was much more gracious.

Then I grew up. I made the executive decision to stop kneeling to pray. It wasn’t out of disrespect to God or my parents. I just didn’t like kneeling. I got distracted on my knees. Even as an over-twenty-year-old, I would find myself peeking around the room, letting the blood rush to my head, and swiveling from one side to the other. Maybe I didn’t grow up.

I also started writing my prayers. It only seemed logical since I’m a writer. I even went back and pulled out excerpts of prayers sometimes to use in things I wrote for others. Hope God doesn’t mind if others eavesdrop on our conversations.

But lately I’ve been rethinking that whole kneeling thing. It started with something I read on a blog that made me wonder if God might just appreciate an extra show of reverence. It made me wonder if I would take things more seriously if I developed a specific posture of prayer.

So I’ve tried it a few times. Here’s what I’ve learned. To get out of bed and kneel to pray first thing in the morning leads to falling asleep. To pray on my knees at my bed while the cats are taking a nap leads to my hair getting batted around when they wake up and find me there and my hair up for grabs. To pray on my knees makes me aware that the ONE skinny place on my whole body is the kneecap. BOY, hardwood floors hurt. If I pray on my knees and I don’t pray out loud, I revert to the peeking and swiveling from days of yore.

About the time I started experimenting with this, God called me to pray very specifically for two people. They are in two very different places of life and in need of very different things. But yet my job, I am told, is to pray. Passionately.

Hard to pray passionately when you don’t exactly know what to pray for. So I prayed about that. How do I pray when I don’t know the need? God suggested that I pray Scripture over them. In fact, since God knows how I love lists, He suggested that I come up with 26 Scriptures – one for each letter of the alphabet – and pray that. I loved it. Spent a whole day with a scrap paper folded up in my pocket, ready to add a new verse as I thought of it. I couldn’t wait to start looking up the verses, reading them in context, and applying them to my subjects.

Learned something. What is good for others is good for me. I’m not even to D yet and God has already shown me a whole host of things I get to work on in my own life. I thought this was supposed to be about other people! Guess I get to multi-task.

But when I pray for these two – I alternate between my knees to show my pleading and petition and pacing to keep me focused on my Scripture verses. I focus well when I pace.

So that’s where I am in prayer-land. Haven’t really decided anything. Still experimenting. Still learning. But whether I’m on my knees, sitting, or pacing, the important thing is that I pray.

Nature of the Beast

I'm a writer. This is what I do. This is what I've done ever since I was a fifth grader and wrote a story about Annie the Angel in Mrs. Bryan's fifth grade classroom. This is what I majored in during college. And this is what I do with most of my spare time.

I love to write because it's the only time that I feel completely uninhibited. Some of the missing inhibition has to stay under wraps because it would not be appropriate to share outside the confines of my computer screen or journal page...but to at least get it out of the confines of my brain is freeing. I love to write because it's something I'm passionate about that most of my close friends aren't, so it gives me a chance to have something unique to contribute to life and relationships. I love to write because it's how I communicate. It's how my thoughts flow best and the only way I can speak without stumbling when I am sharing the raw place of my heart.

But lately, writing has been tough. I haven't liked it. I haven't done it in excess. Here, or in my journal, or on my computer at home. Because...I'm scared of it.

I wrote an e-mail a couple of weeks ago and received a response that attacked my ability to communicate. My reader completely misinterpreted my intended tone, but in the response, my confidence in my communication skill suffered a wound that has yet to heal.

Hysterical, I was told, best described me in the moments following the receipt of that e-mail response. I cried until I had chest pains. I couldn't breathe, and I lost all my water-proof mascara. And now I'm scared to write anything at all. Scared to use exclamation points because I might use them inappropriately. Scared to try to sound positive because it might be interpreted as sarcasm.

I'm just scared.

Such is the life of a writer, though. Writers get rejection letters. I kept my first one to remind me that not everything I write is publication-worthy. Writers get hostile responses to subjects they'd written about very passionately. My first blog comment was a blast about how horrible I am to declaw my cat. I kept it to remind me that there are those who don't agree with my opinions. And sometimes writers are misinterpreted. I still have that email in my inbox where I can see it every day. Someday I'll take it out because at that point, it will only serve to hurt me and I don't want to hurt forever. But for now it reminds me to choose my words - and my punctuation marks - carefully. And it reminds me to remember that a misinterpretation on the part of my reader doesn't necessarily mean a cruel intention on the part of the writer.

Now that I've made my admission, I'll work on posting something besides my opinion of American Idol and my normal Sunday post...

So Close...and Yet So Far

I was thrilled to see Haley in the bottom 3 - NOT thrilled to see Phil there again. And not surprised to see Chris S. in the bottom 3. I will not argue that Chris S. deserved to go home - it was a fair cut. Even so, I had SO hoped it would be Haley this week. But we're closer. This is a step. Maybe next week?

And I think Ryan should leave the ponyhawk to Sanjaya. It was funny, though.

Elliptical Idol

I ended up exercising DURING American Idol last night which severely challenged my ability to hear or comprehend what was happening. Pretty much, when I exercise, the goal is to keep breathing and stay ON the machine. Therefore, my responses are in no particular order.

1. Lakisha - It was good, but really not my favorite of hers.

2. Phil - Not sure I liked the song, but also not sure I could focus on anything but the Ace/Constantine eyes. I love Phil.

3. Gina - HATED the outfit. Really hated it. But I liked the song and I thought she did it well - I agree with the judgnes that it was her best performance yet.

4. Melinda - As usual, I loved her. I loved the flippy hair too. And though it pains me to do so, I'll have to agree with Simon on the outfit.

5. Haley - Speaking of outfits - at least she was wearing one this week. And I almost liked it. Wasn't crazy about the song...just relieved she was wearing something.

6. Blake - I REALLY liked his song and his look this week. Finally, pants I liked! :) They're right - he's the best guy.

7. Chris S. - He's starting to slip in my book. I don't remember a thing about his song, so apparently it did not make an impression.

8. Chris R. - I love Chris R., but I'm worried for him because his voice just isn't up to par with everyone else. But I want him to stay!

9. Jordin - I absolutely hated her outfit - way too bulky. But I loved her song and her spunk. She is so stinking cute and energetic when she sings!

10. Of course...Sanajaya saved until last. I have no idea what he sang or how he did because I was too busy staring at the ponyhawk. WHAT was that??? Good GRIEF. I have no words.

All in all I thought it was a pretty boring week. Maybe that was just because I didn't know any of the music and I couldn't hear it very well above my own fight to stay alive. Or maybe it was just a bad week? Or maybe it was Fashion Idol? I don't know.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Last week I told you the first five things on my newest top ten list: moments I wish I could relive and why. Here is the conclusion to my list.

6. Liam’s Birth. Most of you know that I’ve attended three childbirths in my life. Live and in person. All three babies were from the same set of parents. By the time I got to number three, I considered myself an expert in how the Mama labored: forever. I got the call for baby number three about four in the morning and given that the first two labors lasted over twenty hours each, I took my sweet time. I did my hair…called in to work…changed my voicemail…fired up the computer…changed my out-of-office auto-reply…and stopped at the gas station for coffee and snacks, because the one thing a laboring Mama did not need was a hungry, grouchy ice-chip-feeder. When I sauntered in the door of the hospital room, I found the Mama surrounded by nurses – about ready to push. After picking my jaw up off the floor, I flew into high speed – grabbing cameras and the video camera. Less than 20 minutes later, Liam was born. I remember nothing about his birth except that it was chaotic. If I had a chance to do that one over, I would have hurried and been able to pay better attention. (Don’t tell his Mom. She, I’m sure, does not want a redo.)

7. The Summer of Swimming. This is one of those carefree, childhood moments that I didn’t appreciate at the time, but I would love to go back and have an attitude of appreciation about now. I grew up out in the country, so there weren’t neighborhood kids to play with like kids in town sometimes have. But when I was in middle elementary school, a family bought the house “next door” (an acre or so away from ours) and they had a son my age. They also had a daughter about three years younger. Their daughter and I, despite our age differences, ended up becoming good friends, and we’d get together in the evenings to play with Barbies or talk about New Kids on the Block (her obsession, not mine) or play house. But one summer, they bought a pool. An above ground, round pool that was all one depth. But still – a pool! That summer, my routine became this: get up, eat breakfast, put on my bathing suit, wait for the call of invitation, go next door, swim all morning, come home for lunch, eat as fast as I could, go back, swim all afternoon, eat an orange push-up for a snack, and come home in time for dinner. It was the only summer I was tan and skinny in my whole childhood. But I loved it! Playing Marco Polo, splashing water, and even running home at high rates of speed through the weedy and no doubt animal-infested vacant lot between our houses…it’s a sweet memory now.

8. First Flight. This past September, I flew for the first time. I was beyond nervous and about threw up when my bag got searched in security. Just as an item of information: if you try to fly with a post-bound scrapbook, the posts apparently look like weapons on the x-ray. On top of that, I was sick with a nasty head cold and so nervous about crashing that I about passed out altogether. I tried valiantly to enjoy every moment of the day, because I knew I’d only have one first flight. But I would love to go back and relive that day – and if I could be so bold as to extend my wish, I’d ask to not be sick this time. I sat by the window but was too chicken to watch the takeoff. We were nearly to descent before I was brave enough to do more than glance out that way. After the flight, my Mom told the attendant that it was my first flight and he gave me a certificate and wings and let me meet the pilot and co-pilot. I completely spaced (cold meds, I’m sure) asking to have my picture taken with them. My one regret. But it was a great day and I would do it over if I could.

9. First Day in the Prayer Chapel. Last April, I finally gave in and obeyed a command God had issued about six months earlier. I walked to the prayer chapel just a few yards from my office and spent a lunch hour in prayer. I had no idea what God had planned, but that day He spoke to me in everything from the floor tile to the pool of colors in the stained glass window shadows to the metal sculpture of Jesus praying in the garden. And when I left the chapel that day, the sidewalk was littered with white petals from whatever kind of trees line the yard of the chapel. It was an exclamation point of something God had said to me – wouldn’t have made a bit of sense to anyone else – but it made me giggle. It also made me wonder why I had waited so long to obey a very simple command. And though I go to the chapel every week now, that first day still holds a really special place in my heart.

10. The Day I Became A Girlfriend. This one seems silly, and I almost took it out, especially considering my college boyfriend and I broke up just a few months after we started dating. But that was the first – and only, actually – time I’ve ever officially carried the title “girlfriend.” I was giddy and ridiculously giggly – calling all my friends, and my mother, of course, to tell them the news I’d waited almost twenty-one years of my life to tell. I couldn’t believe he was actually willing to take that step to consider our story an exclusive relationship. If I’d been able to hold the pen still enough to write, I’d have carried my journal with me all evening and captured every second. As it was, I’m not sure I was coherent enough to write much of anything except EEEEEEE!!!!! when journaling time came that evening. It was a special day, and despite the pain that came with breaking up later, I would relive it just to remember that unique joy. And next time it happens, maybe I will carry the journal just for that day.

So that's my list! And for now, I try to savor every moment as it comes, because no matter how hard you wish, you can't ever redo even one of them.

Movie Night

A couple of weeks ago, we had a movie night at our church. I was in charge of setting up the movie and making the popcorn. I'd never attempted to run the movie projector, nor had I run the popcorn machine. Pastor Brian was so nice as to write out a very detailed list of instructions for both. He even left sticky notes all over the projector so I could find the right buttons.

And I managed to make a whole batch of popcorn without burning myself!

Happy National Goof-Off Day

I see our system at work is helping us out with this. It crashed first thing this morning. SO hard to get things done without it! I've given it my best effort.

Thankfully we have a party this afternoon - that should help pass some time.

I think I really like this holiday and it should be observed as a paid holiday. What would I do on National Goof-Off day if I had the day off?

1. Sleep in.

2. Read.

3. Watch TV.

4. Eat cookies. (Well maybe not. I don't have any and to make them would violate the spirit of the day.)

5. Watch to see how it is that Braeya actually accomplished putting UP the blinds yesterday. Maybe she'll do it again for me.

Speaking of Braeya - cats observe this day every day. So maybe what I'd actually do is follow her and her brother around all day to see what THEY do on a daily basis.

Then again - I may not want to know.

Go Figure

Well I worried that she was going to get into some trouble by not being extraordinary. But I was still surprised to see Chris R. and Stephanie in that bottom two last night. And Stephanie had no business going home before some of those others. Ridiculous.

Still, my fave-favorites are in, so I think I'm okay with it.

And in the meantime, I'll proceed to keep one eye on the sky - why does it look like 8:30 p.m. instead of 8:30 a.m.?

Can We Just Skip to the Top Five?

After last night's American Idol show, I've decided I only like a couple of people, so let's just skip to the end and have the finale! Here are my thoughts...Phats, I'll just apologize in advance because I know you and I are going to disagree on Haley.

1. Haley - I liked the outfit better than last week in that this one actually looked like clothing as opposed to whatever last week's disaster was. But it makes me really sad that she is the only girl in this season who relies on her looks and the shaking of her booty to get votes instead of displaying her voice. I've already written those two sentences ten times to make them as nice as I can, and I have more to say, but I'll stop there.

2. Chris R. - I don't think he's the best singer, but I thought he did a great job last night and he is enough of a charmer/performer that I forget he can't sing as well as some of the others. Unlike Haley, he knows how to use charm without shoving it down the throats of the audience members.

3. Stephanie - She was good but she can do better. I'm worried that she's in the uh-oh middle category of people who will get forgotten in votes.

4. Blake - LOVED HIM this week. I thought he was the best guy. He's got a very wide talent range and he's a super performer. He might be the one guy who can compete with some of the girls.

5. Lakisha - I was with the judges - not her BEST week - but MAN she looked beautiful and I thought she handled the "age" criticism very gracefully. But if my best day compared to her worst day, I'd be happy to sing that well!!! The song though - kind of reminded me of something that would show up in a sappy Disney movie.

6. Phil - I thought he was more fun than the judges gave him credit for. I thought that song showed talent and he should have gotten a better review. I like Phil. I don't think he's the best singer, but I want him to stay.

7. Jordin - She is just a sweetheart. I love her fun personality and her big voice. She did a great job keeping control of that song when everyone was going nuts in the audience.

8. Sanjaya - WHAT?!?! I agree that it was his best night but it was kind of manic, I thought. I don't know - I was so distracted by that crying girl that I couldn't pay much attention to what he was doing. Still, I think he may have saved his spot for another week.

9. Gina - LOVED LOVED LOVED the haircut. Sassy! If my hair would do that, I'd get that cut too. Her song was okay but I just love her. She has officially won me over and I'd like her to stay.

10. Chris S. - See, he's good but to me, he was in that uh-oh category this week too. He's kind of plateaued off where the others have stayed really strong. I'm worried for him.

11. Melinda - LOVE her haircut too and I love it that she really IS that sweet. She can sing anything and she is just wonderful. Let's just quit now and call her the winner. SHE would be a good idol. She keeps it a singing competition, she looks good without looking sleazy, and she is just 100% sweet. THAT should be the role model.

My bottom 3 this week would have to be Stephanie, Phil, and Chris S. just because I thought they didn't improve as much (even as Sanjaya! - gasp!) and I'm worried they'll be forgotten.

Okay Phats, yell at me!

Happy Spring!

In celebration of the first day of spring, I wore a skirt. I sincerely thought it was going to be warmer today than it was. Woops.

But warm or not, today was just a great day. A great start to spring! My favorite part was when I stopped by my house during my lunch hour and noticed my tulips peeking up through the dead leaves I have yet to remove. (Another woops.) Clearly, based on how tall they are, they've been up for a few days, but I only noticed them today. It seemed appropriate.

I'm excited for sunshine and summer clothes. I'm ready for flowers and leaves and birds - and even if that means I have to be ready for mowing, I'll take it.

So...happy spring!!!

Sunday, March 18, 2007

I was listening to the radio Friday and the morning show on my station did a call-in day. I love those days – more for topic ideas than anything else. The host had stolen this particular topic from someone else, so I don’t feel terribly awful about stealing it from her. The question was this: If you could relive a day or event in your life (excluding your wedding day or the birth of your children), what would you choose to relive and why? I enjoyed listening to the various responses and subsequently came up with my own list.

I came up with ten things – because top tens are the only way to do lists, right? I was going to give you all ten this week, but some required explanation, and I didn’t want you to get tired. So for today, I present to you the first half of the top ten moments I would relive if I could.

1. The Easter Pageant. I realized the other day that Easter is soon. The whole season hasn’t been the same for me since the Easter Pageant ceased to exist. I participated from the time I was two until it ended when I was about twenty-five. I miss seeing the regulars of the cast – seeing who got married, who had a baby, who got a new hair color (boy couldn’t I have given some a run for their money there?), and who had grown up so much since last year that I didn’t even recognize them. I miss the long rehearsals in the cold Coliseum – complete with the half hour to forty five minute delay at the final one while we waited for the introductory cross to practice in the dark for the first time. I miss the musty smell of the old building and the creak of the bleachers as kids ran up and down them before rehearsal. I even miss the early morning costume and makeup call on Easter Sunday. We didn’t know that the last year would be the last year, and although I savored so many memories over the years of my participation, I’d love to have the chance to be in the pageant one more time. Most of all, I would love to relive the one performance in particular where God met me on a little bench by the wooden well. There may have been a performance going on and a couple thousand people in the room around me, but in that moment, it was just God talking to Bekah.

2. Malinda’s Going Away Party. One of my sweetest friends in elementary and junior high school was an Amish girl named Malinda. The Amish stop going to school after eighth grade, so one day near the end of the our eighth grade year, Mom helped my group of friends and me plan a surprise going away party for her. Our class had an outdoor field trip that day, where we marched down to the fairgrounds and wrapped up our Civil War unit with all sorts of projects. By the end of the day, we were all sweaty, sticky, and sunburned, but no one missed the party. Dad let all my friends in the house to hide in our basement, and Mom and I brought Malinda home for what she thought was just a night of having dinner with me. Malinda was completely shocked when everyone yelled “Surprise!” and we had the best time eating pizza, watching TV, and giving her gifts. We even broke tradition (don’t tell) and took a few pictures – which are very precious to me now since I’ve not seen her in over a decade. The evening was one of my best memories with my junior high/high school friends.

3. High School Graduation. You’ll never get me to say I want to relive high school in its entirety, but I did love my graduation day, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I knew the day would be busy, but I also knew it was a day I’d only experience once, so I prayed specifically that morning that I would just enjoy the celebration and make vivid memories. And I did. I signed a song in my church that morning as a tribute to my church family, I loved every minute of my graduation ceremony – despite the heat of the gym and the duct tape colored robes, and had the greatest time at my open house. I enjoyed talking to everyone who came through to see me that day. That evening I went back to school for the seniors’ Final Fling and had a great last evening of memories with my friends. High school wasn’t perfect, but that day was pretty near perfect in my mind.

4. My First Publication. I was entering my junior year in high school when I sold my first article. I remember standing in my bedroom, getting ready on one of the last days of summer, when the phone rang, and on the other end was the editor of Youthwalk – a devotional magazine for teens. She told me she’d received the freelance article I’d submitted and had chosen it for publication. I called my Mom at work and we both cried. She didn’t even know I’d sent anything in. I had no idea that was the beginning of a long writing adventure, so I’d love to go back and embrace even more of it. As a side note, one thing I do remember about that phone call was that the editor had an extreme southern accent and for days, when I would talk about writing, this southern accent came out of me. I guess I thought writers needed to have an accent.

5. Washington D. C. Vacation. I believe it was the summer between my first and second grade year that my family went on vacation to Washington D.C. It is the only vacation I remember going on with more than just my parents. My sister Julie joined us for this one and we drove our little Ford station wagon with the carrier on top. This was before the days of child safety seats or seat belts, and I rode all the way there and back, sprawled out in the way, way back of the station wagon, with all my books around me. Mom even came up with a “gift schedule” where she would pull out a travel gift every so often (when we’d reached a certain time or location) so that I had something new to help pass the long hours in the car. But anyway, I would like to relive this one because one day we were having lunch at the Capitol Building with a Representative Dad knew from his job of chaperoning senior trips each year. During lunch, the Representative asked Mom and Dad if I could go with him for a few minutes, and they agreed. He took me onto the floor of the House of Representatives and allowed me to push a button that cast a vote for something. I had no idea what was happening, but when I got back to the table and informed my government-teacher father that I had voted, he couldn’t believe it. I wish I could go back and understand just how rare that opportunity was for me!

So there you have it…the first half! I’ll be back next week with five more for you.

And They Stay

Well Sanjaya and Haley both stayed - neither one really shocked me. Sanjaya will stay for a while...for reasons no one really understands but everyone accepts as just the way it is. Haley will stay because Simon has now decided to like her. Well, and because Phats and his crew love her so much.

But here is the link to the dress that I just don't get - let me know what you think!!!

http://www.americanidol.com/photos/view/?set=136&seq=107

I'll just hope for a wardrobe improvement next wek!!!!!!

I Gave It Another Shot

Phats and Jessica (our student worker) convinced me to give American Idol one more shot tonight. Since I cave to peer pressure, I watched.

I won't comment on everyone because some people didn't impress me that much one way or the other. But here's what I feel deserves commentary.

* Melinda. I cried for her. I cried because she's so full of soul when she sings and because she loves the whole American Idol experience, and that is refreshing to see. I cried because she cried and because she deserved all the applause she received. She's warm and real and I want her to win.

* Lakisha. She looked beautiful tonight and she did a super job on that song. She's down to earth and good and she deserves a shot. I'd love to see her in the finals and I don't think I'd be upset if she won either - because she's just that good.

* Jordin. She is just amazing. The song she sang was my favorite song of the night. I'd not heard it before and I loved the melody and the lyrics. She did a great job with it, she looked beautiful, and I would love to see her hang in there and give those people ten years her senior a good run for their money.

* Sanjaya. Bless his precious little heart. It was so painful. He looked like Shirley Temple and the whale/wail thing CRACKED me up. I think he's just as sweet as he can possibly be, but wow...it was bad.

* Haley. The whole reason I wanted to quit watching this season. I will try to be as kind as I know how to be, but she brings out my opinionated side! Okay first of all - her hair didn't used to be that long. As in...two weeks ago it wasn't that long...was it? I hate it when they do that. Secondly, WHAT WAS WITH THAT DRESS??? I didn't need to see that much of her. It was like lingerie meets a t-shirt and collides with an 80's bridesmaid dress. BAD. I truly do not think she is a bad singer, but I didn't think she was that great tonight. But even all of THAT does not matter next to my true issue with her. She cannot take constructive criticism without rolling her eyes. You know what? So she didn't like what the judges said. Well I'm guessing Brandon and Chris Sligh and even Stephanie didn't like their feedback either. But they kept smiling and nodding. She rolled her eyes and bit her lip and that, to me, is very disrespectful. And then when Simon (whose drink must have been drugged) gave her those lavish compliments, she burst into tears and started profusely thanking all the judges for their feedback. No, see, you only get to do that after you politely sit through the bad part. That is my whole problem with her. She is beautiful and a good singer, but it all boils down to attitude, and hers leaves behind a very sour taste.

Haley's moment in the spotlight was nearly enough to ruin the entire evening for me. But fortunately, with Jordin ending the show and the recap of Melinda's song, I remain a fan for at least another week.

That said, let it be known that as much as my blood pressure really needs Haley to go home, Sanjaya is the one who should go this week. He was worse than Haley.