Category Archives: Just for Fun

Cathartic Creativity

In recent months I have found that being creative is therapeutic for me. Not sure what it is, maybe it provides a good distraction for me – something to keep my hands and mind busy. Unlike vegging in front of the TV or wasting hours on social media, when I am creative I will typically have something to show for my time. I have been learning and experimenting with the Cricut that I got for my birthday and let me just say, time flies when you’re creating!  It took me several weeks to complete our Christmas ornament project (I will share about that project in a post another time) and even though it was more labor intensive than I initially realized, I loved doing it and found it to be such a blessing to be able to give them away.

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“Before”

Earlier this week, Noah rescued this cute thing from going into the dumpster at work. It had been received full of Christmas goodies from one of the neighboring businesses and after all the edible items were gone, no one was interested in the tiered tray. Well, I am happy to say that my husband knows me and asked if I wanted it. Um, YES! He brought it home for me on Wednesday.

We have this spot at the end of our hallway that has always looked kind of barren to me so I wanted to see if I could make it work there. It is a pretty small space and there is no natural light at the end of the hallway; there is very little artificial light so plants were not an option – well, real plants were not an option. I have been scrolling through Pinterest for inspiration and after work today I headed over to Hobby Lobby for more ideas. I made multiple trips circling the store picking things up and putting them in my basket, then putting them back when I found something I liked more. After more than two hours I finally headed to the register and cashed in some Christmas gift cards.

As ideas started flowing, I remembered something that I had seen on Instagram. One of the home decor feeds I follow @homeonfernhill had done this really cool thing with an old window that she has displayed on her mantel, that I have been wanting to try. See the post that made me swoon here.

I didn’t want things to be too seasonal, because I would rather not have to constantly be redoing it. There are some words that are close to my heart like blessed, faith, family, love and home. Some succulents, that look real but will not shrivel up with the lack of light. Our first initials and the closest thing that we will have to a real puppy in the immediate future, a sweet yellow lab who needs a name. I really wanted another J, but they only had one. There was also a corrugated metal heart that they were out of. I may eventually add either another J or the heart, but for now we’ll just let the one stand for both of our J‘s. On the bottom tier there is also a larger S for our last name.

I am sure things will get changed up from time to time, but for now I am loving what I ended up with! It was a great way to spend a quiet evening!

 

 

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Pinterest Inspired

Pinterest has inspired me to do things that I otherwise would never have attempted.
Today I, or rather Noah and I, re-covered a couple of chairs that were looking pretty shabby. It took a little bit longer than we expected but they came out great!

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Good for a small chuckle…

 1. I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer email history when you die.

2. Nothing stinks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.

3. I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to take a nap when I was younger.

4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

5. How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?

7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I’m pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

9. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.

10. Bad decisions make good stories.

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren’t going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don’t want to have to restart my collection…again.

13. I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.

14. “Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this — ever. Probably shouldn’t buy it.

15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dangit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What did you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?

16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

17. I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know NOT to answer when they call.

18. My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day “Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?” How the heck do I respond to that?

Feel free to add your own by leaving a comment…

“Information, Please”

This story has been around for a while – I think maybe from one of those Chicken Soup for the Soul books. I got it again by email today and love it…

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was ‘Information Please’ and there was nothing she did not know Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my Mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the Parlor and dragged it to the landing climbing up; I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. ‘Information, please,’ I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

‘Information.’

‘I hurt my finger,’ I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

‘Isn’t your mother home?’ came the question.

‘Nobody’s home but me,’ I blubbered.

‘Are you bleeding?’ the voice asked.

‘No,’ I replied. ‘I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.’
‘Can you open the icebox?’ she asked.

I said I could.

‘Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,’ said the voice.

After that, I called ‘Information Please’ for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died I called, ‘Information Please,’ and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, ‘Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring Joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?’

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, ‘ Wayne , always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.’

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone, ‘Information Please.’
‘Information,’ said in the now familiar voice.
‘How do I spell fix?’ I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much. ‘Information Please’ belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown Operator and said, ‘Information Please.’

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. ‘Information.’

I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying, ‘Could you please tell me how to spell fix?’

There was a long pause Then came the soft spoken answer, ‘I guess your finger must have healed by now.’

I laughed, ‘So it’s really you,’ I said. ‘I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?’

‘I wonder,’ she said, ‘if you know how much your call meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.’

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

‘Please do,’ she said. ‘Just ask for Sally.’

Three months later I was back in Seattle a different voice answered: Information.’ I asked for Sally.

‘Are you a friend?’ she said.

‘Yes, a very old friend,’ I answered.

‘I’m sorry to have to tell you this,’ she said. ‘Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.’

Before I could hang up she said, ‘Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?’
‘Yes.’ I answered.

‘Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you.’ The note said, ‘Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.’

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.

Whose life have you touched today?

Wicked

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 I have been hearing about this musical for years now. My hopes of seeing it were dwindling as it is about to wrap here in Hollywood. Then I got the best surprise and gift ever. My best girlfriend since Kindergarten got tickets for Christmas and she wanted to take me! We went last Sunday. It was amazing. It was a great experience – the music, the effects basically the whole package.
The story made me think, too.  It will have to be for another blog entry but this thought has been stirring in me since I saw it: our perceptions of others can be affected by so may things, many of which may be fabricated by our own fears and insecurities. I am so glad that God sees us how we truly are. My prayer is that I would begin to see others as He does.
The show ended, but the suprises didn’t. Afterward Cyndee whisked me off to the Cheesecake Factory in Beverly Hills where we met Lisa, a friend that we grew up with. The three of us were inseperable in high school. Here is what we look like now:

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Our lives are very different from each other now but it is always good to get together and remember old times. You never forget the people you grow up with, they are like family to me and I am so thankful for them.

Tag, I was it!

Marilee tagged me. I suspect that it was in an attempt to rescue my pathetic blog which has sat dormat for almost 2 months now. I have to respond to each question with one word (if possible) that comes to mind. Then I tag 4 people to do the same. Here goes…

1. Where is your cell phone? Nightstand.
2. Your significant other? Comfortable.
3. Your hair? Ponytail.
4. Your mother? Reconciliation.
5. Your father? Loving.
6. Your favorite thing(s)? Jesus and my camera.
7. Your dream last night? Strange.
8. Your favorite drink? OJ.
9. Your dream/goal? That my kids feel loved. 
10. The room you’re in? Bedroom.
11. Your fear? Rejection.
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Home.
13. Where were you last night? Home.
14. What you’re not? Skinny.
15. Muffins/donuts? Muffins (hence my previous answer!).
16. One of your wish list items? Burke Williams GC (got it!). 
17. Where you grew up? Simi Valley.
18. The last thing you did? Folded laundry. 
19. What are you wearing? Sweats.
20. Your TV? On – Noah’s awake
21. Your pet? 1 fish, just died.
22. Your computer? An addiction. 
23. Your life? Redeemed.
24. Your mood? Weary.
25. Missing someone? My dad.
26. Favorite pastime? Scrapbooking. 
27. Something you’re not wearing? Jewelry.
28. Favorite Store? Brighton. 
29. Your summer? Busy. 
30. Your favorite color? Blue.
31. When is the last time you laughed? 30 minutes ago.
32. Last time you cried? This afternoon.
33. Who will re-post this? Jennie.
34. Four places I go over and over? Calvary, Albertson’s, soccer and wherever my 16-year-old needs to be 
35. Four people who e-mail me? Cyndee, Liz, Traci and Tracy
36. Four of my favorite foods? Pizza, Steak, Tabulleh, Bureg. 
37. Four places I would like to be right now? In the sun, in the snow, Burke Williams, on a cruise. 
38. Four people I tag? Jennie W, Cheri, Tracy T and Catie

“Pumpkins are from the devil”

…this is a direct quote from our XP, Eric Wakeling who decided he needed to rain on my parade today as I was preparing our table for Light the Night at Calvary.
Although Matt Davis and I tried to convince him otherwise, after seeing this I am afraid that he may be right.

 

despair

this is Matt Davis‘s favorite website: despair.com If you know him, that shouldn’t surprise you at all. I stopped by there today and had a little chuckle…

Power Lab VBS

I love the first week of August. This has been my favorite week of the year for the last 6 years. Before I worked at Calvary I used to take vacation for this week. Now can you believe it – I get paid to help run it!  Children’s Ministires hosts the largest outreach of the year during this week: VBS (Vacation Bible School). With over 1500 people buzzing around Calvary’s 10-acre campus excitement is everywhere.
This year’s theme was Power Lab and Calvary’s campus was transformed into a mad scientist’s laboratory, complete with a Delorean in the lobby. Jonathan and his friend RJ worked in recreation while Joshua had a blast attending as a 5th grader. The whole Calvary family get’s invovled some work in the kitchen preaparing snacks for @ 1000 kids and 500 leaders, some help in the lobby with attendance while still others help with Bible Teaching and Worship. My boss and our Children’s Pastor Matt and Eric our XP got in to the spirit by dying their hair green for the week. It was amazing. The best part? 145 kids made first-time decesions to follow Christ. For a full pictorial and video wrap up be sure to check out the Power Lab pages on Calvary’s webiste. Here are a few pics from the week

 

There is still time to join us! Tomorrow morning we’ll have the Fusion Finale at 9:30 am. Everyone including the babies will join together for a Family Service to wrap things up.

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So I found this quiz on Jennie’s blog. It was very hard to answer some of the questions in the context of today, so I am not sure about the “very superior” rating. It’s kind of fun. What kind of 1930’s spouse are you?

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As a 1930s wife, I am
Very Superior

Take the test!