Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt: Family

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Theme: Family| Become a Photo Hunter

I’ve missed the last several Photo Hunts — I was too busy some weekends, on others I just drew a complete blank with the given topic.

This is one of my favorite plaques:

Family plaque

It says:

Families are like quilts–
Lives pieced
and stitched together,
Colored by happiness and tears,
Bound by memories
and love,
Cherished throughout
the years.

We got it years ago In Chattanooga while there on a trip given to my husband as a reward for something he had done in the company. I love both what it says and the style.

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Saturday Sightings

  • Ever have one of those days, when something seemed a bit…”off” but you just couldn’t put your finger on it…

(This was in an e-mail, so I don’t know the original source.)

If you are familiar with the movie Castaway, here is an alternate ending:

(For some reason when I preview this page, the video isn’t showing up. If you can’t see it you can find it here.)

  • I agree with Gretchen at Lifenut’s reaction to a commercial indicating that mothers who use paper plates are better because they are not taking precious time away from their loved ones by washing dishes. It’s a bad commercial on many points: do we want to designate Bad Moms vs. Good Moms on the basis of paper plates? Especially in these days of “going green,” adding to landfills seems a poor way to spend time with the family. As I commented there, loading my dishwasher takes 5-10 minutes most nights, hardly a dent in the family’s time together, but if we washed them the old fashioned way, we’d spend time together all helping. Families can bond together while working as well as (maybe even better than) playing together.
  • I also agree with Gretchen’s post here “Well-rounded isn’t just for balls.” While sports and other activities are valuable, in all too many instances they seem to just take over a family’s life. I was glad mine only wanted to be in organized sports a few years. I don’t know how parents do it for so many years.

Husband Meme

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I saw this over at Smiling Sally‘s and thought it looked like fun. I thought about saving it for our anniversary — but that’s not til December, and I didn’t want to hold it for that long.

1. He’s sitting in front of the TV; what is on the screen?
CNN or news of some type most often.

2. You’re out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?
Thousand Island.

3. What’s one food he doesn’t like?
Peas.

4. You go out to the bar. What does he order?
We don’t go to bars…

5. Where did he go to high school?
Twin Falls, Idaho.

6. What size shoe does he wear?
Ummm….I think an 11?

7. If he was to collect anything, what would it be?
Microscopes. He has a small collection now of various styles and sizes, but he buys and sells most of them on e-bay.

8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?
Does a hamburger count?

9. What would this person eat every day if he could?
Not sure there…he likes variety.

10. What is his favorite cereal?
Reese’s. Yep, they make a chocolate and peanut butter cereal.

11. What would he never wear?
A leisure suit again, I hope, though he did when we were dating and they were “in.” I liked it ok then.

Dating days

12. What is his favorite sports team?
Don’t think he has one…he has never been big into sports.

13. Who will he vote for?
He would prefer McCain to Obama but is not entirely happy with him. I am not sure if he has decided to vote for McCain or an independent.

14. Who is his best friend?
I like Sally’s first answer: That would be me! 🙂 But his best friend since high school is named Steve.

15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn’t do?
Actually he doesn’t say much about things I do that bug him. And I know that’s not because of a lack of bad habits or faults on my part. 🙂

16. How many states has he lived in?
4

17. What is his heritage?
I used to know this…I think primarily British.

18. You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind of cake?
Boston Cream Pie.

19. Did he play sports in high school?
Basketball for a time. I’m not sure, but I don’t think he played anything else.

20. What could he spend hours doing?
Various things on the computer.

First lessons in trust

Yesterday we had a consultation with the same orthodontist who shepherded my older two boys through their season of braces.

It seems Jesse has the complete opposite problem they did. They had overbites: he has a pretty pronounced underbite. His teeth have compensated by tipping inward: if they were straight, they would overlap his top teeth.

And that presents a problem: if they straighten the teeth without adjusting the skeletal problem of his jaw, he’d probably be worse off than leaving his bottom teeth crooked.

Thankfully the top teeth are pretty much ok, so when he smiles or when school pictures are taken it isn’t obvious he has anything wrong.

This particular type of problem is one that, when fixed orthodontically, can revert back if he grows significantly within the next few years. And at age 15, he probably does have a great deal more growing to do. So for now we wait and see what happens with his growth. They have their measurements from the x-rays they took, and we’ll go in about every six months to see how things are going. Once there has been no major growth within a six-month period, then we’re probably safe to start treatment.

Hopefully some of the jaw problem will grow in the right way. But if that doesn’t happen, or if the jaw situation gets worse…then we are looking at possible surgery to remove part of the jawbone. The doctor hopes that won;t be necessary, but felt he needed to mention the possibility in order to give us the complete picture. If he didn’t mention it now, and then brought up the need in a year, we would wonder why it hadn’t been mentioned.

I was wishing, however, that he hadn’t told me all of this in front of Jesse. I don’t want him to worry about the possibility for the next year especially when we can’t do a thing about it except wait and see how he grows.

As we got in the car afterward. I asked Jesse, “You’re not worried about the possibility of surgery are you?” He seemed to have taken it in stride.

But he answered, “Yeah, I kind of am.”

So we went back over what the doctor had said and discussed the need to pray about it and hope for the best, but to also trust the Lord that if He allows it, He will help us through it.

Later I got to thinking that this may well be the first major issue Jesse has had to pray and trust the Lord for. He’s too young to remember when I first got TM, and though we have prayed about things as a family and for our church and friends, and I have shared answers to prayer with the boys, but this is the first big thing to affect Jesse directly. And in the grand scheme of things, of course, it is not as big a deal as cancer or a heart transplant or that sort of thing, but, still, facing any surgery can be scary.

My heart’s desire all along for all of my boys has been that they develop their own relationship with the Lord. They have all made professions of faith and I think have seen the Lord work in our family. But part of that relationship is trusting the Lord through trial, or, in this case, learning to give the situation over to Him and trust Him for it while waiting for the outcome. In my desire as a parent to ease my children’s way through life, I can’t shield them from everything. And that is probably a good thing, because if I want them to be mature spiritually when they leave our home, they will have to go through some of these kinds of situations.

So, though if I had had the choice I would have shielded Jesse from the possibility of surgery, God in His wisdom allowed it as a first experience in learning to trust.

Poetry Friday: Grandmother’s Beatitudes

I liked this when I first saw it in Elisabeth Elliot’s March/April 2003 newsletter, but it means even more now that my mother-in-law has moved near us. I have seen it in some places as “Grandmother’s Beatitudes,” other places as “Beatitudes for friends of the aged.”

Blessed are those who understand
My faltering step and palsied hand.

Blessed are those who know that my ears today
Must strain to catch the things they say.

Blessed are those who seem to know
That my eyes are dim and my wits are slow.

Blessed are those who looked away
When coffee spilled at table today.

Blessed are those with a cheery smile
Who stop to chat for a little while.

Blessed are those who never say,
“You’ve told that story twice today.”

Blessed are those who know the ways
To bring back memories of yesterdays.

Blessed are those who make it known
That I’m loved, respected, and not alone.

Blessed are those who know I’m at a loss
To find the strength to carry the Cross.

Blessed are those who ease the days
On my journey Home in loving ways.

– Esther Mary Walker

Poetry Friday is hosted this week by author amok.

Happy Birthday, Jesse!

Fifteen years ago God brought a BIG, happy baby boy into my life.

Newborn Jesse

He has always been cheerful and easy-going…

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Adventurous…
Jesse as spy 1

Flexible…
Jesse in pretzel mode

Fun…
Birthday serenade

And loving.

This year we face high school…and driver’s training! 😮

I hope you have a great day, Jesse! And many more to come!

And thou…my son, know thou the God of thy father, and serve him with a perfect heart and with a willing mind. I Chronicles 28:9a.

Thou therefore, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus. I Timothy 2:1.

A Laborious Meme

Shannon at Rocks In My Dryer is hosting a meme for Labor Day about labor — the kind that results in delivering a child.

Moms do like to talk about labor. I think it is kind of like men’s war stories. It’s something we were afraid of, faced, and survived, and each one is unique…at least for most of us. I did have one friend who said that every time when she was dilated 3 cm, this happened, and then when she was dilated 6 cm, that would happen, etc. I thought it must be nice to have such a regular system! Each one of mine was different.

Here are the questions:

How long were your labors?

Kid #1, about 9 hours.
Kid #2, about 6 hours
Kid #3, 2 weeks. 8 1/2 hours, I think.

How did you know you were in labor?

Kid #1, water breaking.
Kid #2, I was expecting my water to break since that had happened with #1, so it took a while for it to dawn on my that I was having contractions. They had to break the water manually later on.
Kid #3, when the drugs kicked in. I had to be induced: I’d had little things going on for a couple of weeks, but labor just wouldn’t start, and he was 13 days overdue.

Where did you deliver?

Kids #1 and 2, in a very small hospital on the campus of my alma mater. Very cozy.
Kid #3, in a women’s hospital due to his size and overdueness.

Drugs?

I had to have Pitocen with each one as my labor would peter out, a little earlier with each one. No epidurals — I know people rave about them, but I knew a couple of people who had had problems with them, and I was kind of afraid of them. Just had a “local” shot with each one just before delivery.

C-section?

No, thankfully.

Who delivered?

Beloved Christian doctors. We were with the same practice in the same town for all three. One doctor delivered #1 and 3 while the other delivered #2.

Just a little funny story in connection with Jesse’s birth: He ended up being 12 lbs. I don’t know how: I did not have gestational diabetes with him as I had with Jason and my weight gain was the most moderate of the three (and all the rest of his life he has been the skinniest of us all!). He was born in a women’s hospital where the only children patients were newborns, so they only had newborn diapers, but those wouldn’t fit him, so someone had to go out and buy the next size. When Jim went to the hospital cafeteria, he overheard one hospital employee saying to the other, “Did you hear we had a 12-pounder today?”

Shannon has set up a Mr. Linky if you’d like to read other labor stories or link up to your own.

This and that

Punctuation makes all the difference! One of the last things I do at night is read the evening portion of Daily Light on the Daily Path. I don’t usually take my little cheapie reading glasses up to my bedroom for that: the print is large enough that I can usually make it out. I misread the opening verse in last night’s section as, “What meanest thou, O sleeper arise?” I thought, “Hmm, I don’t remember that one.” A closer look revealed it was actually, “What meanest thou, O sleeper? arise” from Jonah 1:6. The former is what I might say in King James’ time if someone woke me up too early.

Excitement at Grandma’s. We had a tornado warning Tuesday afternoon, sirens going off and everything. I wondered how they handled that at the assisted living place. The next day I found out that they have the residents come out into the hallways: there is a hallway that runs around the building with residents’ rooms on the outside and the library, laundry, salon, etc. in the center. Then yesterday my mil said they all had to go out of the building across into the grassy area because there was “some kind of threat,” though she didn’t know or remember just what it was. I wondered what kind of threat they could have had and asked the med tech when she came around: turns out it was just a fire drill. Some of the residents get upset by a change in routine, but my mil thought it was an interesting change of pace, something to break up the monotony. 🙂

Sometimes she talks about enjoying a “life of luxury” with all the time in the world to enjoy her favorite pastime (reading) without having to think about cooking or cleaning, but other times she admits to getting bored and lonely occasionally. Yet still when they have any kind of activity, even a time yesterday of celebrating all the birthdays for the month with cake and ice cream, she declines to go except for maybe twice now in the past two months. One of the staff members popped in while I was there yesterday to discuss something else, and when she realized that Mom hadn’t gone down to the birthday celebration, she said next time she’d go down and encourage her to go. I think if one of them just pops her head in the door to let Mom know there is something going on, she’ll decline just out of habit: she says she’s “too lazy.” But this lady had the type of personality that seemed like she could cheerfully invite without being overbearing.

Orthodontia, take 3. Jesse had his evaluation yesterday with the same orthodontist his brothers had, Dr. Smiley (a good name to go with that profession. 🙂 ) Oddly enough, he has the exact opposite problem they did. They had overbites; he has an underbite as far as his jaw structure goes, but his bottom teeth don’t protrude because they have turned sidewaysand bent back in some cases. Dr. Smiley said with this particular type of problem, they could straighten the teeth but it could all go back since he is still growing, and it might be best to wait until his later teens when his growth has plateaued. They did all the diagnostic tests yesterday and we’ll go back in a couple of weeks to see what his recommendation is.

Decorating style. I saw a link at Lifenut‘s to this pictorial quiz to determine your decorating style. The pictures are lovely, though a little too small to see the details, so I just went by impression on some of them. My results, though, instead of saying “romantic” or “cottage” style, said “Lady of the Manor”:

When it comes to all household, interior design and decorating decisions, you are in control, you are in charge. Your house is your domain. Everything – and we mean everything – has been lovingly attended to, right down to the finer details. There’s no such thing as too pretty in your book, and probably never too much pink or pomp either.

Well, the parts about pretty, pink, and details are fairly accurate, but I am uncomfortable with the emphasis on “control.” I happen to be the only lady of the manor, and menfolk generally don’t care too much about decorating, so that’s my domain. My husband and I do consult together and shop for big items together. The boys aren’t terribly interested except they don’t like “all the flowers,” so I have made a concerted effort to have the bathrooms and family rooms not quite so feminine-looking. They also give you a little blurb about your style in each room. Here’s what they say about my living room style:

You love to indulge the senses, to pamper and prettify…curvaceous sofas and generously comfortable upholstery, and an eye that misses nothing. There’s no doubt who’s the mistress of the house! The countryside is frequently an inspiration, and country-style accessories work incredibly well. There’s nothing prettier than an earthenware jug or a simple slipware vase filled with fresh flowers. Pastel pinks and yellows give the room a fresh, feminine feel, while floral prints and textiles are pretty and perennially appealing. Curled up on the sofa with a good book, your living room’s the perfect place for some “me-time”.

Pretty accurate, again, except I don’t like yellow. Here’s my actual living room:
Living room, left side

It was a fun exercise, though it didn’t really tell me anything I didn’t know. I was hoping it would identify what my “style” was — I’ve often said I am somewhere between country and Victorian.

Crafty giveaway! One of the craft blogs I read, Skip to My Lou, linked to a giveaway at a new-to-me family fun blog, Vanilla Joy. There is a giveaway for every day this week — a Cricut (today’s the last day for that, and that’s a big one!), and other assorted scrapbooking and craft tools each day.

Hmm…these little jottings have grown into a much longer post than originally intended! I could take all the decorating part out for another separate post later on — but I think I’ll just leave it as is. But I will stop now. Have a good day!

The Simple Woman’s Daybook

Special note: MSNBC has a poll up concerning the motto “In God We Trust” on our currency, here. Really, God is God whether our money affirms it or not, but I would hate to see this country take a further step away from acknowledging Him or the people who want every vestige of God removed from public life awarded another victory. If you read anything of the founding fathers’ official documents you see that they did not deem that mentioning God was akin to establishing a national religion. But that’s another post. If you have opinions on the issue you might want to let it be known there. I don’t know how long the poll will be up.

Outside My Window...looks like a nice day — not too bright or hot.

I am thinking… about plans for the day.

I am thankful… that Jason got home from his summer in CA safely last night.

From the kitchen
…besides a birthday cake, not much today. I mentioned last week we’re celebrating my two older boys’ birthdays this week since they both wanted to wait til Jason got back. We took Jeremy out for dinner (at Fuddruckers) on his actual birthday and will tonight take Jason out to the restaurant of his choice.

I am wearing… my nightgown and robe still….with everyone home and one shower, I’ve been waiting for my turn.

I am creating… a birthday cake…though cakes are not my best thing.

I am going… out to eat. 🙂

I am readingTo Kill a Mockingbird still and Simple Gifts by Lori Copeland. I volunteered to do a book review for the latter on anther site and didn’t get to it…so I wanted to reread it and work on that review.

I am hoping… that a friend is able to get back into school this semester…either that the Lord will provide the finances or the business office will be merciful

I am hearing… my neighbor hammering.

Around the house…I got some clutter taken care of last week but have more to tackle, plus I hope to work on family room curtains soon.

One of my favorite things… is when the family is all together enjoying each other.

A Few Plans For The Rest Of The Week: the aforementioned decluttering and curtains, plus Jesse’s school orientation Friday night.

Here is picture thought I am sharing…of the birthday boys.

Boys in Christmas jammies

At the park

Brothers in 1992

Sigma finale

Jeremy and Jason

More daybook participants are here.

Saturday Photo Scavenger Hunt: Colorful

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Theme: Colorful| Become a Photo Hunter

I was at a loss as to what to post today…I had a couple of ideas, but none that seemed very interesting to me. Then on my way to bed last night I spied this picture on the wall and realized it fir the bill in two ways. I almost came right back down and scanned it, but it was already pretty late.

This picture was taken more than 20 years ago to be in an ad for the company my husband worked for. As I recall he wasn’t originally supposed to be in the ad, but when they got ready to take the photo they needed someone, and he was there.

Jim at work

He makes a right handsome model, dontcha think? 🙂

He is with one of the main tools of his trade from that job, a scanning electron microscope (and all I know about it is what to call it! Though I was tickled once when on the TV show “Quincy” someone mentioned running something through the SEM and I knew what it was.) The photographer set up the colors to make the photo look science fictionish.

The picture fits the theme in another way because the bulk of my husband’s career in textiles has been in color matching. He makes sure that the color of the fiber his customer wants matches in fluorescent, incandescent, and natural lighting (that is it’s metamerism), running weather-related tests to make sure it doesn’t fade easily, tensile tests to make sure it is strong enough, etc. I told a little more about his job on an earlier photo hunt where the topic was plastic.

You can find more photo hunters’ entries at our hostess’s, TN Chick.