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There's no Christmas in the Army, Captain...

Okay, so this is what I did this morning (while it was still dark out, I might add)...

What do you mean, "What is it?!"
It's a winterized/Christmas-infused/fa-la-la-la-la angel food cake, of course!

Now, don't you feel just plain ridiculous?
... I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that the majority of my baking endeavors end up looking like a 1st grader's cooking project (you know, when Mom's not looking). It's... charming in its own way, right? Maybe? Presentation aside, I'm sure it'll be tasty. How could it not be with all the abundance of love I put into it, not to mention the obscene amount of sugar I blessed it with?! It's Christmas. Anything goes at Christmas. The more sparkles, sprinkles and color the better, says I.
Speaking of colors and shimmery things, can I just say how amazingly blessed I am? At night, when I'm awakened by the baby moving, my aching legs or my husband's snoring, I can't help but recognize how…

This, that and the other...

I had forgotten how much I love Little Debbie Christmas cakes, but then I impulse-bought a box this afternoon and remembered.  The only downside?  They are packaged in sets of two, which means I am faced with this great dilema every time I meander over to the pantry:  do I consume both of them myself, in a fit of utter delight and gluttony?  But if I do, how do I handle the pesky obligatory feeling to share one of them with my husband?  Why can't some things just be easy?!
On other notes, I think it's completely wrong to be wide awake at 3 a.m. nearly every morning.  My friend, Shauna, informed me that she feels pregnancy-insomnia is God's way of preparing us women for all the sleep we will lose out on once the baby arrives.  I keep trying to remember that and am searching for a way to be thankful for the preparation.  I'm a pretty optimistic person, but trying to be "happy" that I'm all alert and thoughtful when I should be unconscious is proving to be a …

Whatever is True

I really love my husband.You don’t understand… he’s just such a good man.  Not a stereotypical “nice” guy.  Not a macho-man that throws his weight around.  He’s thoughtful without being stifling, funny without being obnoxious and genuine without any sense of pretense.  Tonight I was reminded just what a good man I have been blessed with… and all because he noticed that his mother was staying up late simply to open the dishwasher to air things out.  No one else paid any attention and Aaron said to me, “Laura, go tell her to go to bed.  We can open it up.”  Such a simple act and yet none of us, but him, had considered it.  We’re all tired, zoned out and jacked up on too much pie.  And while he is just as tired and just as full bellied as the rest of us, he notices.  He’s aware.  That is one thing I’ve always said that I loved initially about him: he pays attention.  On our second date we were talking and I remember, resisting the urge to hold hands and I don’t know how we got on the top…

Remember Beads

I hate puzzles.  I think they’re tedious and needlessly stressful.  I try to do the “easy” part of putting the border together and quickly lose interest and focus.  Doing a puzzle feels like some form of cruel and unusual punishment.  I think I’ve always felt this way.  Well, except for maybe the clown puzzles we had in the nursery at church.  Those were awesome.  Someone had made them and I know that sounds like a bad idea, but they were wonderful.  And they weren’t stressful at all.  Maybe because each piece was like the size of my head and there were ten pieces or less versus 1,000+.  I wish I had those puzzles.I’m currently seated in my father in-law’s recliner while “A Night at the Museum”plays on the TV that no one is watching.  Everyone is engrossed in round two of the game, “Ticket to Ride” (fabulous game, by the way!)  I contributed to the first go ’round, but this pesky leg pain (ie: pregnancy induced sciatica) forced me to move from the dining room to a more comfy seating a…

Gratitude Attitude

“Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them,
is the true measure of our thanksgiving.” ~ W.T. Purkiser
I am admitedly a glass half full kind of girl.  Always have been.  Hopefully always will be.  I frequently list out daily praises and I genuinely enjoy digging through my past so that I am made aware of God’s grace and mercy to me over this relatively brief life.  I’ve been teased more times than I can count for my sunny disposition and how “happy” I am.  Let me tell you, as much as my God-given personality plays into my outlook on life, the bigger truth is that I’ve made a choice to recognize blessings.For the longest time, on my parent’s fridge, there was this little poem about how our attitude affects our lives.  I think my Dad had brought it from work… I think I recall him saying someone he worked with had been handing them out.  I don’t remember the entire message of it (I would if I saw it, though!) but in essence, the point was that it’s not about what happens to y…

Hear me...

There is nothing wrong with a frozen pizza.  Honestly, there just isn’t.  Get over the guilt, visit the frozen food section of your local grocer and go hog wild.  Okay, maybe not hog wild, but once in awhile, it’s okay to “cheat”.  Tonight I gleefully served up a pizza from the freezer to my husband and he was as happy as could be.  We are partial to Tombstone’s Garlic Bread Crust variety (and the price puts the Pizza Hut delivery boy to shame!) and it was the perfect accompaniment to an evening full of Friday night football watching.So, I hereby release you from the confines of June Cleaver’s apron strings.I am not yet so accomplished that I can pull five random ingredients, throw them in a pan and make my husband cry tears of thankfulness and inspire accolades from our neighbors.  Yet.  My mother, after nearly 30 years of marriage is one of these rare individuals and I have high hopes for my own future abilities.  Mother began her married life with a cook book entitled, “How to Boil…

Even the sparrow has found a home...

A corner of our deck is daily bombarded with, what Aaron calls, "Grackles". They are noisy, unfancy birds who descend on our dog's food stash and peck away at the food we place there specifically for him. These unattractive birds swarm to Ruger's Purina Dog Chow and we are constantly calling out, "Shut up, birds!" from the living room, banging on the screen door or kitchen window to startle them away, or gagging a bit at the "mess" they have made (and left for us) on our deck railing.

After some quiet time this morning, I got up to rinse out my coffee cup and surprised some perched Grackles as they fluttered away. And I thought to myself... What's really the big deal if they eat a couple pieces of dog food? Ruger has plenty to eat; he's 70+ pounds, so he's obviously not starving. The deck, while prettier when not speckled with the evidence of fowl, is ours but is only ours because God provided the job, which provided the paycheck which …

Stop. Just stop.

When we visited California in May and took an impromptu drive-by of Hollywood and sauntered our way down Rodeo Drive, the husband and I were both struck by how easy it would be to get caught up in the striving and the buying and the burden to impress (and I do mean burden.) In my $11 jeans from Kohl's, a polk-a-dot top and Aaron in an equally unimpressive (but he still looked hot) polo, we stuck out like the country bumpkins we are. It was extremely unnerving. I felt nearly humiliated and hadn't done a thing. Our rental car, a stripped down Dodge Caliber that had manual windows and a driver's side seat that squeaked nearly constantly, made us feel even more out of place in the sea of cars I can't even spell without Google assist.

It's so easy to get caught up in striving. And it's exhausting (and debt inducing) when it occurs. We try so hard to blend. To make the cut. We don't realize, but it's a monster that can quickly devour our assets and more impor…

Ready to go...

Being unemployed does funny things to your brain. It fosters all of these ideas of grandeur. All of these possibilities. Maybe I could do this. Maybe I could do that. Maybe I could finally write that novel, burst into the greeting card industry (as my Dad fully supports and encourages me to do) or, and most importantly, make a lasting difference. Somewhere. To someone.

A few nights ago, I flipped open a small devotional that I keep next to my bed. It was a very brief entry, only about a paragraph, but the sentence that grabbed and held my attention was: "So many lives lack poise." The statement attached itself to my brain like a parasite and by morning I was still being eaten alive by it. (I know, sick.)

Right away, I went to my MacBook and fired up Merriam Webster. Again, I was drawn in and enticed in some way by the definition that caught and held: "to become drawn up into readiness". I've had a lot of time in the past couple of months to really thi…

When you're in love your eyelashes go up and down and stars come out of you....

This past Saturday marked the 6th month of marriage for us. At the same time we feel both married forever and that our wedding was only yesterday. Part of the reason we may feel we're just newly married is becuase of the massive quantities of wedding pictures that are, um, everywhere. We look at them and of course the memories are still really fresh. And then in the next moment, we'll feel like we've never not been married. It's honestly a wonderful feeling.

We've been together almost two years. It's crazy to think that in that time we've met, dated, gotten engaged, married and are now settling into our little house with our monster of a dog, Ruger. Aaron first proposed to me barely two months after we had met, actually. We had gone to Lafayette to watch Purdue play, so maybe that's what got him feeling all romantic. (Haha!) Either way, we both knew from the start that this was something different. Something real. Something we hadn't expec…

I'm ok, you're ok...

Hi.

So, I’ve been thinking this afternoon about how much there is learn. Not just about ourselves, others, and God (oops, wrong order!) but about how we learn. And better yet, when did we get to the point where we felt that all we could learn could only come from others just like us? What do we really expect that to teach us?

Roll with me, here.

When you’re a certain age, you want friends the same age. If you’re at the tying your shoes stage and learning your home phone number, you want others right there with you. Classes are organized by age and you are taught certain things that are academically appropriate for that level. And then you progress. And your friends progress with you. You feel validated and, for the most part, on the same level.

When you’re a teenager, you want teenage friends. When you’re in college, you want the activities and fun that your fellow students want and are looking for. When you’re single, you want single friends (because married friends don’t get…

We'll never make it and we don't need to...

Do you ever find yourself just driving along and suddenly, God speaks?

That happened to me this morning. I was praying and working through some things in my head while listening to some (I hoped) uplifting music. I don’t know if you would call it a spiritual battle or just an old habit of believing the wrong thing – but whatever it was had my head in knots. I found myself speaking aloud and said, “God, I have just been trying to be quiet!” And in an instant, I sensed His response before I had barely gotten the words past my lips,

“When did I tell you that’s what I wanted?”

If I could have stopped my car in the middle of the highway, I would have. I was that stunned. I kind of gaped open mouthed out the window and punched my radio off. What? Seriously? All this time I felt like that’s what He wanted – for me to just keep quiet, keep it in and just deal with it already. But as it turns out – I was wrong. I wasn’t helping anyone, least of all myself, by keeping it stuffed inside…

She's Too Big, Now She's Too Thin...

I've had some thoughts rolling around in my brain like marbles for awhile now. And all the noise up there is making me crazy over here, so I figured it was time to just take a few and get it all out. For starters, I woke up at 5 a.m. this morning with a Britney Spears song making rounds through my head. Unfortunately I only know a little of the chorus from memory, which means I heard the same few snatches over and over and over...

Please tell me I'm not the only one who is somehow entranced by the lifestyles of the rich and famous. Sometimes I intentionally choose the longest line at Walmart I can find to wait in, so that I will have plenty of time to flip through People and see how many kids Brad and Angelina have now or which celeb-mom just dropped all her baby weight faster than anyone in the history of man. I'm a sucker. I'll admit it.

My thoughts concerning our obsessive and oftentimes cruel treatment of celebrities came to a head a few weeks ago when Jessica …

Why the blazes...

If you haven't heard the song that inspired the title of this blog, then you're missing out. We all know Steven Curtis Chapman rocks. Come on, you know he does. I remember listening to this song on a cassette tape (for the younger folks reading this post, Google it.) in our car while driving to vacations and over the hill and through the woods to Grandma's house.

I've always loved this song - something about it grabbed my heart and took off down the road with it when I was probably too young to really understand what all the song was really saying. As I got older and hopefully wiser, it continued to pull at my heartstrings... and in the past year or so as my life path has led me through many changes I didn't anticipate, the lyrics hit home even more. You've gotta add this to your iTunes list!


In the spring of 1519 a Spanish fleet set sail
Cortez told his sailors, “This mission must not fail!”
On the eastern shore of Mexico they landed with great dreams
But the …

You shall not...

I love it when sermons come back to haunt me.

At our church we have been going through a sermon series on the Ten Commandments. Last week was #9 which is what, class? That's right - no lying! (Exodus 20:16) Pastor Dan outlined five different types of lies:

The cruel lie ~ its basis being jealousy, its goal to hurt or slander others.
The cowardly lie ~ when we lie out of fear; to avoid confrontation/escape consequences
The conceited lie ~ a lie to impress others, to stretch the truth
The calculated lie ~ the core being selfishness; manipulative in nature
The convenient lie ~ when we lie because it's easy and we're lazy

Most of those I have always been aware of - either from my own sin or another's against me. But the last one - the convenient lie, was one that I hadn't ever given much thought to. Was it really a lie to say "nothing" when everything was wrong? I never considered that a lie before - but the more I think about it - the more it is. It's a…

Oh, He's Good...

God kills me.

The ways He goes about things sometimes just shocks me with the hilarity of it all. My sweet friend, Jamie had requested a "real" post (apparently what I previously posted doesn't count!) and I was sitting here thinking, wondering, was there anything for me to really write about?! I've felt kind of sick all day - should I write about that? I don't even want to write it - who wants to read it?!

Then I started pondering a devotional I got in my inbox this morning from Truth for Life about how we shouldn't be sleepy Christians. How we need to be talking of God's goodness and faithfulness to one another. I mean, wouldn't it help as you walked along the narrow way if you talked about the narrow way and the reasons + benefits of it all? So, I briefly considered elaborating on the devotional and then I went to see what the Bible verse of the day was over at BibleGateway.com and guess what it was?
"These commandments that I give you today are…

Backstreet's Back, Alright!

This is my new blog.

Now that I'm all grown up and married, I decided it was time to graduate to a public blog. I used to have one and then something got me all skittish and I backed away and began privatizing my writings. But now I'm back.

Lucky you. :)

P.S. - Yes, I used to listen to the Backstreet Boys. Don't lie. You did, too!



SONG I LOVE TODAY: Iris, The Goo Goo Dolls