Thursday, December 9, 2010
Where I've Been...
~Jane Austen
I haven't blogged in a while because I've become a cynical grouch as of late and I don't think anyone wants to read a negative post during "the most wonderful time of the yeeeaar!" To vent just a tad, if I read one more blog about another day in a picture perfect life I am going to go craaazy! See-- cynical. If I had a red sweater and hat I would look exactly like this guy:
Sorry to post such a negative update, but I am not at all in a humor for writing; I must write on till I am, (Jane Austen). Hopefully, the holiday season will help me snap out of it. I do miss my bloggy friends though! I knew that if I were to begin blogging again I had to start somewhere and so here it is! Maybe a Christmas decor post on tomorrow will get me out of this rut!
Monday, October 19, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
The Quintessential Chocolate-Chip Cookie...

I find that chocolate-chip cookies eliminate stress rather effectively. When I bite into a warm, chewy cookie the cares of life melt away like chocolate chips on my tongue. All of sudden the room is clean, Elon is quietly looking at books, and all is at peace in the world. Yikes! Judging by the looks of this messy room I may need to eat a dozen right now!
In case you missed the link above, this is a really good recipe for chocolate-chip cookies; it uses vanilla pudding to keep the cookies soft. So what's your favorite chocolate-chip cookie recipe?
Award-Winning Soft Chocolate Chip Cookies from Allrecipes.com
INGREDIENTS:
4 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
2 cups butter, softened
1 1/2 cups packed brown sugar
1/2 cup white sugar
2 (3.4 ounce) packages instant vanilla pudding mix
4 eggs
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
4 cups semisweet chocolate chips
2 cups chopped walnuts (optional)
DIRECTIONS:
1.Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Sift together the flour and baking soda, set aside.
2.In a large bowl, cream together the butter, brown sugar, and white sugar. Beat in the instant pudding mix until blended. Stir in the eggs and vanilla. Blend in the flour mixture. Finally, stir in the chocolate chips and nuts. Drop cookies by rounded spoonfuls onto ungreased cookie sheets.
3.Bake for 10 to 12 minutes in the preheated oven. Edges should be golden brown.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
This Morning...

I awoke so TIRED! I woke up so many times last night, twice for Elon, twice for Asher, and once for Nathan. After each time, sleep came slowly; thoughts and worries crowded my mind for so long that this morning I felt I hadn't slept at all! So 7:00am came early this morning, and when I actually crawled out of bed I looked and felt like I was on a hangover. I mumbled a quick goodbye to Nathan along with a light peck on the cheek, then stood to wave goodbye with Elon from the garage. I am so glad that even though I was tired that I was at least civil because when I came into the kitchen to make Elon some Apples and Cinnamon oatmeal, I saw a note hanging from the vent-a-hood. It was a note from Nathan saying how much he appreciated my hardwork and how much he loves me. My spirits soared! All of a sudden the day seems much, much brighter! God knows just what we need when we need it most, and sometimes He even uses our husbands to deliver the gift :)
Monday, December 8, 2008
Singing...

Thursday, December 4, 2008
Yesterday's Journaling...

My grandpa was my hero. I like to think that I saw him the same way that the Lord does-- I was fortunate not to see the sinner that he once was, but the man of God he is today.
I knew Alfred Wright as a man of compassion. I think that his difficult and sometimes abusive childhood created in him a very sensitive spirit. He cried over the orphans and gave to those in need-- like Sister Francis, who was suffering from liver failure and the missionaries over seas for whom he did walk-a-thons to raise money. At 78 years old, he determined to raise more money than anyone in his church for those missionaries-- and he did. Even while Lou Gehrig's Disease had stripped him of his ability to walk, he was out on the track-- momma and Big Terry pushing his wheelchair towards the finish line. And how many times did he call me, when money was tight, to find out whether I had enough "snacks" to eat.
In my grandpa, I saw an overcomer. He overcame the addiction of alcoholism at the age of 43 and never once picked up a bottle again-- to the glory of God.
He had a childlike faith that didn't waiver and has been healed from everything from a brain tumor to tuberculosis. I asked him once, how did he have such faith. He told me that when he prayed, he never doubted that God would heal Him-- he just set himself up in a position to receive that healing. Now once again, God has healed him of his disease and he is able to thank God face-to-face for his deliverance.
Grandpa was a hardworking man and a stubborn man; even though his body fought him-- he determined that he would work. At 77 years old, Grandpa'd get so tired he'd quit driving truck. But after a few weeks of being idle, he'd decide his strength was restored and it was time to get back to truckin'. And how many times did the patient Mr. Corney hire him back. I think I lost track after the first 5 times.
In grandpa I saw a strong man who stood up for the underdog and the oppressed-- a trait that his daughter, Tessie, says she inherited.
And he was handsome-- with his tall stature, silvery-white hair, and icy blue eyes. Even after skin-cancer had scared up his nose till he said it looked like it had been "caught up in a pencil trimmer," he was still as handsome as ever to me. And Mildred says, "Amen."
I have so many wonderful memories of my grandpa-- of hamburger happy meals on the way to Laurinburg to pick up his check, of pints of vanilla ice cream, eaten with a small wooden spoon, of ramen noodles with a pat of butter, and pans of cold sweet potato bread-- only the end pieces for me please. I enjoyed many of these meals perched atop my grandpa's knee. Grandpa used to love to tell me, "You had to eat everything from my plate, sittin' on my knee."
He was so funny, he'd call me weeks before I was to come home to plan what he'd cook me for breakfast when I got there. It was always the same: eggs-- over-easy for him, scrambled for me, grits with lots of salt and pepper and butter, turkey bacon, toast with grape jelly, of course--a cold Nugrape for me, and hot black coffee for him. Each of his phone calls to me would begin the same way, he'd say, "I bet your wheels is a spinnin' " and I'd say, "Yep grandpa, they are, I can't wait to be home." And I couldn't.
Some people may wonder at the special bond that I have with my grandpa yet it's very simple to explain-- because to me, grandpa was special. And whatever love I showed to him, he gave it back to me two-fold. Many of you know that grandpa would repeat a story a hundred times about how so-and-so did such-and-such kind thing for him. Grandpa wouldn't remember a single bad thing that person had done, but he always dwelt on the good. See grandpa was a man who loved to be loved. And regardless of his past, in his old age he left the world a legacy of love. Love carried in the hearts of his wife, Mildred who took such good care of him despite his stubbornness at times. His little sister, Aunt Lily Mae-- whom he couldn't wait to have living next door. 7 daughters, 25 grandchildren, and a host of great grandchildren. He wasn't rich by wordly standards, but the treasure he left in our hearts is something that money can't buy. And we that carry these treasures, will go on to tell stories of Alfred Wright, forgiving the past, and speaking only of the good my grandpa left behind.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Recovering Is Fun!


I sure do hope I don't have any supermodel readers!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
My Concerns:
As a state senator in Illinois, Obama voted four times in three years against legislation that would have saved the lives of babies that managed to survive the abortion process. The U.S. Senate subsequently passed similar legislation called The Born Alive Infant Protection Act by unanimous consent. (Obama was not a U.S. Senator at the time.)
State Senator Obama was chairman of the committee that opposed this protection of babies, and in 2001 and 2002 was the only legislator who rose to argue against the Illinois Born Alive Act.
He has promised that "the first thing I'd do as president" would be to sign the Freedom of Choice Act. The FOCA is a devastating piece of legislation that would overturn nearly every local, state, and federal anti-abortion law passed in the last 40 years. In fact, it's so broadly written that legal analysts suggest the bill may prevent institutions and physicians from refusing to provide abortion services by invoking the conscience clause.

Earlier this year, while talking about sex education and abortion, the Senator said the following: "I've got two daughters, 9 years old and 6 years old. I am going to teach them first of all about values and morals. But if they make a mistake, I don't want them punished with a baby." In other words, a pre-born baby is viewed as a form of punishment, and can therefore be murdered in the name of convenience.
While the National Journal ranked Obama the most liberal Senator last year, Senator Biden was ranked 3rd on their list--just ahead of Vermont's Bernie Sanders, a self-avowed socialist. While the Senator of 36 years from Delaware stands in blatant opposition to the pro-family movement, many of you will remember him from his vociferous opposition to several of our finer Supreme Court justices, namely, Chief Justice John Roberts and Justices Alito and Thomas.
While in the Illinois Senate, Senator Obama voted for a bill authorizing "comprehensive" sex education beginning in kindergarten. Defenders have attempted to downplay its significance, citing the fact that it called for the content to be "age appropriate" and "medically accurate"--dubious and subjective qualifiers given the sensitive nature of the topic and innocence of the audience!
Congressional Democrats will also seek to pass the Employment Nondiscrimination Act, meaning businesses will be forced to accept and condone homosexuality--and possibly transgenderism--in making employment decisions. Further, business owners, including religious businesses, will not be able to make hiring and firing decisions based on their religious convictions. Earlier this year, Senator Barack Obama said, "I will place the weight of my administration behind the enactment of the Matthew Shepherd Act to outlaw hate crimes and a fully inclusive Employment Nondiscrimination Act."
Italicized info taken from Dr. Dobson's Focus Action Newsletter. To read the newsletter in its entirety, and to see a bibliography, click here. Please vote with a conscience. Will Christians overlook our own moral standards to vote in a president who we think might have a better financial plan or better military tactics? Remember, the Lord blesses the nation whose people honor Him with lives of worship.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
The Best Way To Fight A Cold....
Friday, October 10, 2008
Update On The Baby...


Monday, October 6, 2008
For Saretta...

Monday, September 29, 2008
Lots of Goings On...
Enough about that! I know we should all be content with whatever gender God chooses, but I am so hoping for a girl! Some of you have seen half of her already purchased wardrobe, which is really just the tip of the wardrobe iceberg. {None-the-less, I will also be overjoyed if God chooses to give me another stalwart son, though he may be wearing pink until I get over the shock...}


Saturday, September 27, 2008
A Snap Of The Fingers...
Most of you know that in December I miscarried. Although I was upset and disappointed, I really did feel like it was all in God's hands... "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord." I made it through that time by knowing that God had His best plan for me, and I did not need to question His intentions.

When I discovered that I was pregnant this time, I really thought that I would be ok with whatever outcome the Lord chose. But after spending all night with mild stomach cramps, I find that I am not ok. I am terrified that this pregnancy might end just like the last one did. I am so upset and worried and the extra hormones don't help! I am sure that those of you who have experienced a miscarriage followed by another pregnancy know just the turmoil that I am going through. My last pregnancy ended with what started as mild cramping. Now, with every cramp I beg God not to take this baby from me. This is supposed to be a happy time, yet I find that I cannot be truly joyful because of my fear. If I could just snap my fingers and make this first trimester fly by...
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
My Russian Family, Continued



Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after the orphans and the widows in their distress... James 1:27 NIV
{Updated on 2/21/2008: Some pictures have been removed for the children's protection}
Thursday, January 31, 2008
My Russian Family
Shortly thereafter, a woman representing several orphanages [including the one Serge was located] came to my parents' church inviting members to open their homes to Russian orphans who would basically be showcased for American adoption. They were hoping that these Christians would become interested in adopting one of these adorable children. My parents have a large home and they decided to host 6 children. Three of these children were already promised to a family friend who would be meeting them for the first time while staying at my parents' home. The other 3 included Serge and two other children whom my parents had seen only in pictures. I'd estimate that my parents have about 500 in their Sunday AM service. Out of all of these Christian people, only 3 families would offer to host children.
I believe the children stayed with my parents 2 weeks. My parents took them shopping and to all kinds of activities. At first, it was very difficult to find food the children would eat. They didn't like pizza or chicken nuggets and they were adamantly opposed to oatmeal. Later, my mom found out that this was because they ate porridge every morning for breakfast! In Russia, their food consisted mainly of cabbage soup with a peice of potato inside. The kids got used to the American food and pretty soon they were gesturing for chicken nuggets for breakfast!

A funny story about one of the little girls was when my mother took her shopping and they found a pair of white tennis shoes. My mom gestured to ask the girl whether the shoes were too big and the little girl forcefully shook her head no, "niet, niet." Boy did she want those shoes! Almost 3 years later and the shoes are just now fitting! This was to become my little sister Marina.
One of the little boys got into a scuffle with my baby brother, Dylan. The boy was a naughty one, we thought. Strong and serious and probably mischevious. At the age of nine, he was like a little grown up man. This was to become my new baby brother, Vadim!
Serge was a very sweet little boy with a learning disability, and was placed in an orphanage for these "types" of children. This was said to be one of the uglier orphanages. During the visit to NC, my mom would come to say goodnight and Serge would flip the covers back and pat the bed for my mother to lay down with him, which she did... he wanted a mother so badly.
As you can imagine, the day the children were to leave was a very sad day. I believe these children were hoping to be adopted immediately, not sent back to Russia. Although they could not speak English, the morning was filled with tears. More on this story later...