A Collection of Everyday Things

I can’t really pinpoint one, single event that specifically changed me or shaped me. There were of course EVENTS that I’m sure were the results of much praying and discussion on the part of my parents: our little community church closed, we moved houses, we adopted my brothers, and we quit farming and moved across the state. I’m sure all of those things had a profound effect on who I am today, but I see myself as more a collection of everyday things rather any one event. Things like bright sunlight and tall plants, the sound of spray planes early in the morning, sandy sandwiches, dragonflies and hot sun, Sesame Street and Captain Kangaroo, Fruit Loops and Looney Toons on Saturday mornings, crocheted swimsuits in the sprinkler, riding in the back of the pickup, baby pigs and clever mamas, leftover party snacks, eating cookies in the church basement, seeing Santa Claus at the Community Center after giving him my wish list in a little house near the mule in Muleshoe, the cacophony of Grandma’s house which was always full of kids, eating penny pancakes at Christmas and orange pushups in the summer, the taste of watermelon beside the brick fireplace, playing in the pit, bouncing up and down mountains in the Jeep, draining water hoses in the cold, pulling cotton trailers in and out of Twin Lakes, hating to clean the lint filter, practicing piano in the dark sewing room, reading by the twilight after bedtime, the coolness of the willow tree, snuggling all together in bed Mama and Daddy’s bed on Sunday mornings, dancing to Bob Wills in the carport, liniment and capsaicin capsules from the kitchen medicine cabinet, chicken pox on the pull-out couch, dancing to the Bee Gees in the living room, hunting for kittens in the little house, the smell of diesel and grease in the box car, the screams of Guinea hens, playing in the trees at Mema and Papa’s, hiding in the Mema’s wardrobe, hiding from spiders in the backseat of the car, the smell of damp, musty, spider-infested cellars, practicing the clarinet outside, spitting tobacco (brownie) juice just like Daddy, eating Fireballs at Aunt Jim’s house, picking up feed at the feed store, Papa ‘helping’ us with Dairy Queen ice cream cones, following pigs in the show ring, Mrs. Carlyle’s 3rd grade classroom, lying on the floor in the school library, keeping 4-H record books, being sick on myself during a movie at school, earning 1st grade reading prizes, kissing Steve Geries in the coat closet during 1st grade, being kissed by Scott somebody (Robbie Fly’s cousin) outside the band hall in 5th grade, finding ‘deer ears’ in Guy Dale’s flowerbeds, the sound of dominoes and laughter, the roar of well motors, the taste and coldness of well water, helping Daddy count rows and creeping the pickup along while he loaded pipe, the smell of corn harvest, eating supper on the tailgate in the dark, the coolness of tasseling corn, wheat germ chewing gum, … this list could go on and on. And honestly, I’m not very good at self-examination. I am who I am. Why bother with things that can’t be changed. Strive to make yourself better each day- that’s where my focus is. Having said that, I guess I should take a minute to thank my family for all of the above memories and a million more, ‘cause without them I wouldn’t have my awesome forward-thinking attitude now would I?!



Emma and I started our Mosaic Bible study this morning. Here I was trying to put together how every decision we make and every circumstance we find ourselves in makes up the mosaic of who we are. Which led me to the question what if we wore a label warning or promising others who we are? An automatic label that we have no control over other than our thoughts, actions and decisions? What would mine say? I asked Emma what would hers say? What do we want them to say? The ultimate answer is ‘righteous’ but a less lofty label is what I had in mind. It’s something I should pray about, right?
And then she asks if I’m a pre-, during or post-millennialist believer?
Uh, huh?
They’re studying Revelations in Sunday school. This church! I’ve got some studying to do!!

A New Year

Wow, don’t EVER go back and re-read your posts. Especially if those posts were written specifically about resolutions, goals or planned objectives. It’s a kick in the gut.

So it’s a new year. The last minutes of the second day of a new year in fact, which makes me two days behind on my read-the-Bible-in-a-year plan and my take-a-family-photo-every-day plan. I also haven’t determined Jack’s disability or Medicare status since he went to work full time in September, balanced the checkbook or scheduled bill paying for the month, built a budget, cleaned out the freezer, built a Household Binder, and reconciled the now-closed business books and Thomas’ checkbook. I haven’t posted a book review in over two weeks, mapped the GA’s winter lesson plans or finished the awesome baby gift I’m making for a shower next Saturday.

I did get the Christmas decorations put away today, so, yea! I had to do that- the housecleaner is coming Monday, praise God.

I have an ideal I’m working toward. I don’t pretend I’ll ever be the Proverbs 31 woman, but I do want to live my life well.

  • I want the freedom of faith, the power of prayer and a witness of love.
  • As a wife I want to be a helpmeet, a best friend, and a cheerleader.
  • For my children I want to be wise and present.
  • In my home I want simplicity and comfort.
  • I want to have enough self-control not to be morbidly obese.
  • I want to be more financially stable, i.e., not lose precious seconds in fear/anticipation each time I run my debit card.
  • I want to be a dependable friend, a trusted employee and a helpful neighbor.

So I’ve got some plans for the new year. A read-my-Bible-every-day plan. A take-a-family-photo-every-day plan. An organize-your-home-in-52-weeks-plan. A task planner on my phone. The materials necessary to build a Household Binder and permanent filing system. Budget and bill paying software and Dave Ramsey in my head. And visits from the housecleaner every two weeks and my mother every six weeks to keep me accountable.

Let the discipline begin.

A Little Cooking, A Little Cleaning And A Lot Of Personal Responsibility

So one of my necessary schemes this summer is to teach Emma and Liz to keep house. I’d like them to learn a little cooking, a little cleaning and a lot of personal responsibility. So every day I leave them a list of chores and after work I take a look around. It’s not going as I’d hoped.

I’d hoped Emma and Liz would learn to tackle work first and enjoy the then-available free time.

I’d hoped Emma and Liz would take ownership of their responsibilities and not have to be nagged reminded constantly to complete them.

I’d hoped Emma and Liz would take pride in their accomplishments and work to keep things nice and orderly.

My lunch -made by Emma- yesterday.

My lunch -made by Emma- yesterday.

But every morning I’m met with a downtrodden attitude and bickering about which chore is completed by whom.

All day I’m met with bargaining and rolling eyes as I remind them that completed chores equal free time.

Every evening I’m met with whining and dragging feet as I list the jobs that are incomplete.

I need help! Ideas please!