=throw away deodorant when it's so low it starts to hurt to put it on.
(old leaf)
Friday, October 30, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, kiddo!
Mama
Endearing laugher
Loyal
Athlete
Nice to nerds
Industrious homemaker
Ease (as in, puts you at it)
Wacky&wondrous
High school hippie
A+ baker
Runner
Reader
Interested in many things
Superstar
Endearing laugher
Loyal
Athlete
Nice to nerds
Industrious homemaker
Ease (as in, puts you at it)
Wacky&wondrous
High school hippie
A+ baker
Runner
Reader
Interested in many things
Superstar
Monday, October 19, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
giveaway update--Aims
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
giveaway update--jeff (again..)
Monday, September 21, 2009
hope
this morning I cut the heads and tails off my celery and washed what was left and the green smell on my hands was fresh and wonderful. Then I smeared them with my favorite peanut butter ever--which is the fresh made-in-front-of-your-eyes kind from Whole Foods, made with honey roasted peanuts, that is grainy and crystally crunchy from the sugar. Then I got out the big marshmallows (because we don't have any little ones right now) and got out the kitchen shears and clipped the marshmellows into little bite sizes and laid them on the logs. I love using scissors in the kitchen and cutting mellows is the second best thing I love to do with them (second only to cutting long lengths of kimchi). Last but not least I put raisins in between the marshmellows and saran wrapped the bundle of celeries and packed them into my and leslie's lunch sack.
and now that lunch sack is waiting for me in the nutrition department refrigerator. and that's how I know it's going to be a good day.
and now that lunch sack is waiting for me in the nutrition department refrigerator. and that's how I know it's going to be a good day.
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Signs of the times
sometimes I enjoy cheesy staged pictures of cute animals.
sometimes I get the urge to forward them on to you.
(I have resisted, so far...)
sometimes I get the urge to forward them on to you.
(I have resisted, so far...)
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
More holiness give me, more strivings within.
More patience in suffering, more sorrow for sin.
More faith in my Savior, more sense of His care.
More joy in His service, more purpose in prayer.
More gratitude give me, more trust in the Lord.
More zeal for His glory, more hope in His Word.
More tears for His sorrows, more pain at His grief.
More meekness in trial, more praise for relief.
More purity give me, more strength to o'ercome,
More freedom from earth-stains, more longings for home.
More fit for the kingdom, more used would be,
More blessed and holy, more, Savior, like Thee.
More patience in suffering, more sorrow for sin.
More faith in my Savior, more sense of His care.
More joy in His service, more purpose in prayer.
More gratitude give me, more trust in the Lord.
More zeal for His glory, more hope in His Word.
More tears for His sorrows, more pain at His grief.
More meekness in trial, more praise for relief.
More purity give me, more strength to o'ercome,
More freedom from earth-stains, more longings for home.
More fit for the kingdom, more used would be,
More blessed and holy, more, Savior, like Thee.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
"I Can See Obama Right Now!"
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I had a vision
flying home from california.
I looked out the window to the sea . I saw one wave form out of the water. Pick itself up into a violent, pointed peak. then resolve itself back
into flat ocean.
my eyes opened and I saw a million waves. form and rage and die.
the sea looked to me like a battle ground. like passion.
the plane lifted.
out my window
the waves lost something
the higher I went.
they grew squatter.
and less menacing.
Rounded hills.
to ripples.
to nothing.
until the ocean turned to smooth blue glass.
and I thought about my prayers. and passions.
and God, looking down. from his jet plane in the sky.
I looked out the window to the sea . I saw one wave form out of the water. Pick itself up into a violent, pointed peak. then resolve itself back
into flat ocean.
my eyes opened and I saw a million waves. form and rage and die.
the sea looked to me like a battle ground. like passion.
the plane lifted.
out my window
the waves lost something
the higher I went.
they grew squatter.
and less menacing.
Rounded hills.
to ripples.
to nothing.
until the ocean turned to smooth blue glass.
and I thought about my prayers. and passions.
and God, looking down. from his jet plane in the sky.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Dear Boston,
Thank you for the day of warmth and sunshine yesterday.
it was nice and made me feel like it's summertime, rather than one long, eternal, dark and bitter winter.
let's do it again sometime.
love, erin
it was nice and made me feel like it's summertime, rather than one long, eternal, dark and bitter winter.
let's do it again sometime.
love, erin
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