Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Saturday, May 19, 2007
"Thank you for your interest in attending Harvard University. Unfortunately all applicants are required to have a brain. It is apparent to us that you do not meet this qualification otherwise you would not have bothered to apply in the first place."
Or perhaps the letter you might receive from a perspective job interview:
"We appreciate your consideration for a position within our company. We take great pride in staffing our facility with highly skilled individuals. You are not one. Have a great day."
When Tim and I got married (almost 13 years ago) we had great intentions. Yes, we all know what they say about that. And thus, we never sent out thank you cards. To all those who may be reading this post even now having been victim to our neglect, let me offer you a sincere "THANK YOU". And be encouraged knowing that at long last I have begun thinking ahead.
I am starting now on a collection of cards to be mailed out shortly after my death to those who I presume will be in attendance at my funeral. Final thoughts from the dearly departed. With the help of my good and almost equally demented friends Heather and Shelby, here's what we've come up with so far... (imagine simple, blank cards stamped with these tender notions)
"Wish you were here!"
"See you soon"
"I can see you naked."
And my favorite so far: "Sorry you won't be joining me."
Move over Hallmark. Make way for a new theme in greeting cards. I call them "FUNerals". Oh yeah, we are gonna make millions with these and finally be able to move out of the barn! Ready to place an order? How many boxes do you want? Visa and MasterCard accepted. =)
Thursday, May 17, 2007
I feel just as humbled and amazed telling you about it today as I did four years ago. We took this as a very clear "yes" and proceeded with the paperwork. A year and a few months later, we flew (covertly -that's a whole 'nother story) to Haiti and brought back Yakira Mamoune Sexton. It was the culmination of countless prayers, many tears, and even a song that continues to convict me to this day. (Thanks Ron =)) Life with Mamoune has not been easy. There were language barriers to overcome and we are still working through emotional barriers, but for good or bad she is ours. And when I look back on her story and the multitude of "coincidences" that got her home, I have no doubt that she is exactly where God means for her to be.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
#7 I cried at the end of Cars when Lightning McQueen pushed "the King" across the finish line!
There. Satisfied?! =)
Okay. I was tagged by Tara Livesay to post seven things most people don't know about me. This is not easy since we live pretty transparent lives but here goes:
1. I failed geometry in 10th grade and had to go to summer school.
2. I was an introvert through out middle and high school and ate lunch alone on a regular basis.
3. I backed into a Cadillac in a parking lot when I was sixteen and fled the scene. Crappy, I know. But it was completely Tim's fault. I had just been told that he was taking his ex-girlfriend to the senior prom after dumping me one week before. It is difficult to sob hysterically and back safely out of parking space at the same time. Oh, and fyi, we got back together two days before prom but he didn't feel it would be "right to break it off" with the other girl so he still took her and I sat at home. Please feel free to post your scathing comments to his attention. I'm not bitter. ;-)
4. I own a Barbara Streisand CD.
5. I have been forever banned from watching "Bad Boys" because Tim says I get way too excited about the scene where Will Smith runs down the street with his shirt unbuttoned --in slow motion. What can I say? I'm drawn to men with big... ears. =)
6. My first kiss was HORRIBLE. It wasn't Tim, for the record.
7. I can't think of anything else and I need to feed a baby. Sorry, no cute pictures of myself.
Monday, May 7, 2007
Friday, May 4, 2007
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
I put on tennis shoes not flip-flops. Then reach for my trusty snake handling tools and secretly wish our machete was three feet longer. During this time, more of the story unfolds...
Amie: Are you sure it was black?
Boys: Yes, maybe with white spots.
Amie: White SPOTS? huh?
Nathan: White spots or sort of rings but mostly black.
Isaiah: Yeah, he w-w-was black. I touched him.
SCREEEEEEECH! There are now permanent skid marks somewhere in my brain matter.
Amie: You WHAT!?
It's one of those moments when you find yourself saying something so unnatural for a mom... "You BETTER be lying to me, boy!" He wasn't lying. dang it. Isaiah not only touched the snake but picked it up. My stomach lurches just to think of it. We went over the scenario again and again. I threw a belt on the floor and said show me how and where you picked it up. He picked it up right in the center of the "body". I asked, "what did it do when you picked it up?" His response: "it w-w-wobbled around and then I d-d-dropped it."
The consequence for lying in our family is serious but reasonable. The consequence for mindlessly picking up snakes...potentially exponentially worse! What was the boy thinking? He wasn't.
So what of the snake? Your guess is as good as mine. By the time we made it down to the barn he was long gone or at least well concealed. My search of the area was more of a visual scan. I did not dig through the wood pile or under the hay bails. I ain't no stupid. If it was just a black snake, I can deal with that. Though I think I nice barn cat would be sufficient and less intense for rodent control. Perhaps even a nice mongoose...where is Rikki Tikki Tavi when you need him?
And can I just add...where are all these creatures when Tim is home, for cying out loud!?
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
No, this isn't his actual picture. He's not really into publicity stunts. He has much more important things to do like buzzing around the back porch guarding his nest and terrorizing the children. I like Mr. Bumble. Thing is, he's not really a bumble bee. He's a carpenter bee. I don't think he minds me calling him Mr. Bumble, though. You see, we have an understanding. I understand that he is just doing his job and more importantly, that he has no stinger. I don't bother telling the kids this because I get way too much pleasure watching them run and jump as he zooms by. What's his part in this arrangement? Well, he should understand that I am protecting him from my husband who would like nothing better than to send him reeling through the sky with one whack of a tennis racket.
So far, we are living peaceably. Though there was that one day when, in the midst of fighting off another bee, he flew directly into the side of my head. I passionately reminded him of the afore mentioned tennis racket scenario and he kept his distance for a time.
More recently, he not only seems to have adapted to my presence but may have even adopted me into the family. No matter where on the porch I sit, he will incorporate me into his flight path. He zips right over my head and then hovers within a few inches of my face. He's not looking at me but out in front of me. He chases away the occasional wasp and even those scary butterflies don't stand a chance. I feel safe out there.
Well, there's the buzz around the Sexton place. ;-) Not so exciting but that's a good thing! Have a great day.