A Thousand Words In Idioms: The Dog Version

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If “language is the dress of thoughts” ( Johnson), then idioms must the wardrobe.

Jientje at Heaven Is In Belgium hosts A  Thousand Words In Idioms on Wednesdays wherein she asks participants to illustrate an idiom or two with a photo.

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If you lie down with dogs, you’ll get up with fleas.

Sorry that picture isn’t clearer — it’s an old one, maybe even from an old cell phone, I don’t remember. But the saying means basically if you associate with the wrong kind of people, you’ll pick up some of their bad habits or flaws.

Dirty dog.

This is a phrase used for a low-down, sneaky, cheating person. Thankfully Suzie can be transformed from a dirty dog to a clean one, though she’s not happy about the process. I just love her pitiful expression there. Poor baby!

And though we’re supposed to keep it to two idioms, I did want to show Suzie on a happier note:

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Every dog has his (or her) day.

This means everyone has some good portion to his life, some chance for success.

God’s Chisel Videos from The Skit Guys

I don’t normally like skits in which someone tries to portray God, but this was convicting. I’ve never seen these guys before and don’t know anything about them, but someone shared this with me.

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A trip down memory lane…

It’s going to be a busy week — ladies’ meeting tonight, Jesse’s birthday Wednesday, then he’s having guys over to celebrate his birthday Friday. So I am going today with this  survey I saw on Facebook. I adapted it a little to use here. Feel free to borrow the format.

Who was your first “best friend”?

The first one I remember was a girl named Cindy in elementary school, about third grade.

What was your most memorable birthday as a child?
I had three cousins in Louisiana whose birthdays were all in August, as was mine, and once I happened to be up there during my birthday, and we had a carnival-like party for all four of us.

Who was your first “crush”?
My cousin Tommy when I was two, so I was told. The first I remember was a boy named James in 3rd grade.

Where was the best vacation your family took as a child?
We didn’t really take vacations other than to visit relatives.

What was your favorite pastime as a child?
Reading.

When did you learn to ride a two-wheel bike?
I don’t remember for sure — some time in elementary school. At one time my friends and I rode bikes everywhere.

What is your most traumatic memory as a child?
Probably not the most traumatic, but the first that comes to mind was trying to go to a neighbor’s house, barefoot, getting into a patch stickers (some people called them cockleburs), and having her dogs barking at me. I was afraid they were going to come after me, and I couldn’t run because my feet were full of stickers. I was afraid of dogs for a long time after that but still ran around outside barefoot until about 14 years ago.

What age did you learn to swim?
I never did….even though I grew up near the beach.

What smell automatically takes you back to your childhood?
The ocean. We lived near Padre Island and went to the beach a lot.

What was your first pet?
The first one I remember was a collie named Sam, though we had pets before that.

Who impacted your life as a child?
My father’s mother. When we lived in the same town she had me over to spend the night a lot and took me with her on a few trips to visit relatives in LA and AL. We both loved to read and would stay up late nights reading. She wrote letters to me for years and encouraged me as a Christian.

What is the most exciting Christmas gift you received as a child?
Barbie dolls.

Who was the neighborhood bully when you were growing up?
I don’t remember one in elementary school, but in high school it was a girl named Nadine, and it was at school rather than the neighborhood.

Who was/is your best friend as a teenager?
Dawn.

What is the first car you can remember your family owning?
I don’t remember the name. It was green and white and bulky. I have a picture that I will post later if I can find it.

What was the first award you ever received?
One for book reports in about the third grade.

What is the name of the first sports team you played on?
I never played on one other than P.E. I was not very athletic…

Let me know if you do this one, too.

Dear Lord and Father of Mankind

Dear Lord and Father of mankind,
Forgive our foolish ways;
Reclothe us in our rightful mind,
In purer lives Thy service find,
In deeper reverence, praise.

Drop Thy still dews of quietness,
Till all our strivings cease;
Take from our souls the strain and stress,
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Thy peace.

Breathe through the heats of our desire
Thy coolness and Thy balm;
Let sense be dumb, let flesh retire;
Speak through the earthquake, wind, and fire,
O still, small voice of calm.

~ John Greenleaf Whittier

Longer text is here.

Culturally speaking…

I saw this meme at Melli‘s, who saw it at Dr. John‘s, who saw it who knows where.

In the past week have you done any high cultural activities like see theatre, opera or visit a museum?

I haven’t gone anywhere to do so, but I heard a Chopin piece on the radio yesterday (I used to know the names of some of them but have forgotten now) and the melody from Beethoven’s Symphony 7, opus 91, movement 2, allegretto has been running through my mind since I saw it in a movie earlier this week. I had heard it before, but didn’t know the name — I looked up the movie (which I DIDN’T like — the movie that is, not the act of looking up the piece) to find it.

Do you consider yourself a cultured person overall?

Well, I had to ponder that one. I looked up the dictionary definition of culture, and three applicable definitions of the ten listed are:

1. the quality in a person or society that arises from a concern for what is regarded as excellent in arts, letters, manners, scholarly pursuits, etc.
2. that which is excellent in the arts, manners, etc.
4. development or improvement of the mind by education or training.

We’ll skip the one about growing bacteria. 😀 I would say I enjoy culture, but I don’t know if I would say I am a cultured person. I have some education, I know some classical art and music, but not as much as I’d like. Whatever I know, there is much more out there to know. Another definition says, “Educated, polished, and refined; cultivated.” Polished — no — I have a long way to go there.

What is your favorite high culture activity?

I like listening to classical music, but I most enjoy listening to it at home while I am doing other things.

Have you ever been a participant/performed in a cultured activity?

I was in a choir that sang Handel’s Messiah.

Do you prefer pop culture or high culture?

I guess it depends on what is meant by or included in pop culture. I like some of Michael Buble, Josh Groban, the Irish Tenors, Il Divo, the King’s Singers — they’re current but in between either extreme, I think. I don’t listen to much of what’s popular in music — I’d be as wary of a modern-day play (as in one written in modern times, not a classic one that is performed now) as I am of modern films and literature because of the more overt language and sensuality. I’d have to say I prefer the classics, though I don’t like everything that one would call classic. I also like most the “standards” — “I’ll Be Seeing You,” “Just the Way You Look Tonight,” etc., which were pop culture in their day.

And someone will likely note that operas and some classic plays and films and literature have some degree of sensuality. I don’t read or listen to anything overt, but just the fact that one of these pieces has adultery or something related isn’t enough to put aside: it depends on how it is handled. The Bible, after all, tells us of people who committed various sins, but not in a way that would tempt one to follow suit and with clear consequences for the actions.

Was there anything in this past week that you couldn’t wait to be done with?

I’m with Melli in wondering how these last 3 questions relate to culture??? I’m trying to think — nothing is coming to mind.

Did you clear it out of the way or will it face you once the new week resumes?

Since I couldn’t think of an answer for the above question I guess I don’t have an answer for this one, either.

Do you now know how to prevent such a thing from occurring in the future?

I know with unpleasant or hard tasks that it is best to go ahead and get them out of the way, but I confess I all too often put them off and have to get myself in gear.

What was one of your favorite cultural experiences?

This wasn’t on the original meme: I added it. I had never attended an opera before college, and the college I went to put on one opera a year. I determined that I was going to have a good attitude about it and look for the things about it I could enjoy (not my usual procedure, I’m afraid.) And I did love the costumes, the emotion, the abilities of the performers. It helped that my first opera experience was Mefistofle, the Faust legend in which Faust sells his soul to the devil, but in this version he comes back to God at the end. I’ll never forget the scene at the end where he’s praying and the devil is trying to show him various temptations, but Faust ignore him and keeps praying. One doesn’t cheer at operas like one does at a ball game, but I wanted to cheer, “Go, Faust, go!”

I kind of have to be in the mood to enjoy opera, but I also used to like a radio program that was on years ago which I think was called “Saturday Afternoon at the Met.” They would play an opera performed at the Metropolitan Opera House, and they’d explain what was going on in the scenes and have neat interviews and such at the intermission.

Another was seeing the King’s Singers perform live. I would love to see the Irish Tenors and the Boston Pops live some time.

Another was visiting the home of Joel Chandler Harris, author of the Uncle Remus stories, when we lived outside of Atlanta. We were home schooling at the time and our home school support group took a field trip there.

Another was the Living Gallery that Jason was a part of last spring.

I listed some of my favorite classical music pieces here and favorite CDs here.

How about you? Let me know if you do this meme. I’d love to see your answers.

Remembering…

I was going to just post a link back to this post, but as I read over it, I felt I wanted to post the whole things again.

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(Originally posted 9/11/06)

I used to volunteer at my sons’ school every Tuesday. On that particular Tuesday morning in September, a little after 9 a.m., I turned on the car radio to catch a bit of news on my way to the school. I was confused at first — I could tell something serious had happened, but couldn’t make out what. Finally the newscaster explained that an airplane had hit the World Trade Tower. I was stunned. I sat in the parking lot at the school and listened to the news coverage for a few minutes. Then I went into the school office, with the words, “Did you hear…?” on my lips. They had heard and someone had set up a TV in the office. Many of us stood, motionless, stunned, shocked, and watched the coverage. We thought we couldn’t be any more stunned — then we saw footage of a second plane hitting the other tower. Then we saw people leaping out of windows to try to escape. Then we saw the first tower collapse.

I don’t remember how long I stayed there. The function that I usually helped with was canceled for the day. Several parents came to pick their children up and take them home: they just wanted to have them near. The principal had a TV set up in the gym for those students and teachers who wanted to watch the coverage. I think most of the high school classes were canceled and students could either watch the coverage in the gym or study quietly in one of the classrooms.

For the rest of the day and the next several days, with most of the country, I was almost glued to the TV as more news came in and pieces of the puzzle came to light. I clicked on news sources online and read coverage and looked at pictures in magazines.

There are several things I remember from that time:

  • Feeling in shock.
  • Feelings of vulnerability.
  • Feelings of horror that anyone could do such a thing to other people.
  • Feelings of fear, wondering if this was but the beginning of a larger effort, of a war.
  • Feelings of empathy with those who had died, those who had lost loved ones, those in parts of the world for whom terrorism is an almost everyday occurrence.
  • A feeling of unity in our country that I had never experienced in my lifetime. That is one thing I miss.
  • Feelings of…awe? gratefulness? wonder? inspiration? I am struggling with the right word to express what I felt on hearing the stories of heroism, of bravery, of decency.
  • Feelings of more joy upon hearing the stories of so many who unexpectedly missed flights or were late to work at the towers.
  • Feelings of comfort as the Lord ministered to hearts afterward.

Regarding that last item, one of the young men in my sons’ youth group shared this verse with the teens, I believe that first Wednesday afterward:

Isaiah 25:4: For thou hast been a strength to the poor, a strength to the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shadow from the heat, when the blast of the terrible ones is as a storm against the wall.

How that ministered to my heart! I shared it with many loved ones via e-mail. There is only one true Refuge.

The question has come to many a mind, “Why did God allow it?” I don’t know that we’ll have the answer until time is over and we are with Him. But, surely we don’t mean why did God allow that to happen to us? We’re such a blessed nation, even in the state of spiritual forgetfulness and indifference we are in now — do we think we’re exempt from the troubles many nations experience daily? This was of a greater magnitude, yes, but many countries face the possibility of car bombs and suicide bombers every day. Then we get into the larger question of why God allows evil at all. All I know is that He allows for us to have and exercise a free will, and that results in sin, because we all choose our own way over His all too often. There will be a time when “sin shall be no more,” when every tear shall be wiped away and there shall be no more sorrow, sadness, death, crying (Revelation 21:4). That time is not yet. Until then we have to deal with a fallen world. But those who love God have this promise:

Romans 8:28: And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

It is at the point of deep need that we learn the truth of that verse and others. We know it so well it almost become cliched to us, until we truly need it.

One of the “good things” to come out of 9/11 was the salvation of one of my son’s friends. He realized that life can end suddenly and unexpectedly and that he needed to be ready.

There are some who think we should remember 9/11 only with silence, who feel that replaying and reliving the events of that day only plays into the hands of the terrorists, inspiring more terror. I disagree. I can understand those for whom it might be too painful to reflect on much, but I disagree that we’re playing into the hands of the terrorists by remembering that day. It’s good to remember. We need to remember the fallen, to memorialize them. We need to remember those whom they left behind. We even need to remember our vulnerability. Psalm 9:20 says “Put them in fear, O LORD: that the nations may know themselves to be but men.” I can’t presume to say that that was one of God’s purposes for allowing this, but we do need to remember that we are “but men” (or women) even though we’re a “superpower.” We need to remember that “The horse [or the fighter pilot or the tank or whatever we might use in warfare] is prepared against the day of battle: but safety is of the LORD” (Proverbs 21:31). We need to remember the empathy, the inspiration, the acts of courage.

My husband and I were saying yesterday morning that we wished they would do away with the Labor Day observance and instead have a 9/11 observance. But then we thought that, after a while, it would just be another Monday holiday. It would seem the height of disrespect to turn it into another day for retailers to have sales. I wonder if WWII veterans are horrified that Memorial Day and Veterans Day, beyond the occasional parade and wreath-laying ceremonies, are regarded by most people as an opportunity to be off work and go to the mall. May we as a country remember all of our fallen better than that.

Friday’s Fave Five

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Susanne at Living to Tell the Story hosts a “Friday Fave Five” in which we share our five favorite things from the past week. Click on the button to read more of the details, and you can visit Susanne to see the list of others’ favorites or to join in.

I’m running behind today!! Here are my fave five’s:

1. A day off. We don’t really “celebrate” Labor Day in that we don’t really do anything specifically to commemorate the holiday. But it is nice to have a relaxing day off — I love not setting the alarm clock. Well, it was relaxing for me, anyway. The guys all went to Jason’s to do yard work. Then we ate at Jason and Mittu’s (son and new daughter-in-law). It was nice not to have to think about dinner!

2. Naps. With school starting I get up earlier, and I have been going to bed earlier than I did over the summer, but if I were to get a full eight hours I’d have to go to bed at 9, and that’s just not happening. Most days I can get by without a nap, but two or three times a week I get one in, and it’s a big help.

3. These:

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I like to have seasonal decorations, but with a lot of pink in the house, it’s hard to get fall and Christmas decorations that work with pink. Most time I just put them up anyway, but I am delighted when I find pieces that actually coordinate! And these ceramic leaf dishes were on sale half-price at Hobby Lobby. I wasn’t even looking for anything like them but stumbled across them while perusing the autumn decorations just to see what was new. I also found a really cute dish that went with my daughter-in-law’s kitchen colors and theme (black and red with a coffee mug theme), but I forgot to take a picture before I gave it to her.

4. New pillow. This is from several weeks ago, but I forgot to mention it. I had not taken a pillow on our OK trip because I flew out. But driving back with the rest of the family, it was hard to doze off and get comfortable to any degree without a pillow. I found this when we stopped to eat at Cracker Barrel. I love how it goes with the couch and how fluffy it is — love the quilted stitching, too.

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5. A Karla Dornacher stationery set. This is a gift from my good friend Carol. I love the note cards and stationery and the neat box they come in!

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Bonus:

A favorite snack

Book Review: Fatal Illusions

Fatal Illusions Fatal Illusions is the first novel of Adam Blumer.

Gillian Thayer is a pastor’s wife in Chicago grieving the loss of stillborn twins, trying to keep busy with a calligraphy business and her teen-age daughter, Crystal. When her husband, Marc, is attacked and accused by an out-of-control counselee, Gillian doesn’t know what to think. Reluctantly the family agrees to take a sabbatical in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula until the publicity over Marc’s attack dies down.

Unbeknownst to them, amateur magician Haydon Owens is also taking a sabbatical in the area, but for different reasons. He has committed four murders in Cincinnati and has decided it is time to make a clean break just to be safe, even though the police have almost no leads on the so-called Magician Murderer. He grew up in Michigan’s UP and decides to head back there to lay low for a while…until he discovers that Crystal Thayer has the same blonde hair, blue eyes, and wire-rimmed glasses as his other victims…

Fatal Illusions is a suspenseful, can’t-put-it-down page turner with well-defined, genuine characters. I felt the Thayers could have been from my own home church: their reactions and ways of thinking and reasoning are similar to my own.

I think I am not alone in that, when I read a mystery, I can’t help but try to put the pieces together and figure out how it is going to end, but, though I may experience some satisfaction in doing so, I don’t really want to figure it out. I want to be surprised. Adam doesn’t disappoint on that front: just about the time I thought I knew where things were leading, the next few pages proved my theory wrong. A few scenes that didn’t seem to make sense to me at first became clear in good time.

It wasn’t until I typed the title that I realized there were so many shades of meaning in it as most of the main characters deal with various illusions or misconceptions.

I don’t normally read scary books, at least not since the last one I read left me afraid to be alone at night for a while. But when I heard that Adam Blumer was publishing his first novel, I wanted to read it. I sort-of know Adam from the Sharper Iron site and I have always appreciated his reasonable, articulate voice there. I almost didn’t want to mention that because I didn’t want that knowledge to cause readers to think I wasn’t being objective. I don’t review any book that I don’t feel I can be honest about, and those of you who have been reading here for a while know I don’t hesitate to share what I don’t like as well as what I like about books. But I honestly can’t find fault with this one except for a couple of what seemed to me to be cliched phrases.

And though I would call Fatal Illusions more suspenseful than scary, I would still recommend not reading it while home alone at night…but I do highly recommend it. I can’t wait to see what Adam publishes next.

(This review will be linked to Semicolon‘s Saturday Review of books.)

Another random dozen

Hosted by Linda at 2nd Cup of Coffee.

1. What is something that you have changed your mind about either recently or over a number of years?

Although I hate this word because it has been so over-used, I used to be pretty legalistic about a number of issues that I’ve since discovered after studying the Bible are preferences rather than die-hard issues to fight over, and people can love the Lord and differ from me on certain issues. I still think some take that spiritual liberty way too far the other way — I don’t believe liberty means we have no standards at all.

2. Choose either subject, but does your a) church b) job feel more like a dental chair experience or an easy chair (recliner) experience?

Well, my job is being a stay-at-home wife and mom, and I enjoy that. I enjoy my church overall. But I wouldn’t classify either as an easy-chair experience — that to me connotes rest, relaxation, not working, and both involve effort. But neither are nerve-wracking and tortuous, either, though every job or church experience has its downside as well.

How’s that for totally not answering the question? 🙂

3. Kisses or hugs? I actually typed “huts,” which might have been a more interesting question.

I’m not much into either outside my immediate family and close friends, and with anyone except my husband it is hugs rather than kisses.

4. What do you think is the biggest threat to families today?

Wow, that’s a big one. I agree with what Melli said about selfishness. After that I think I would say lack of time together. With such overloaded schedules outside the family and then such access to personal entertainment inside the house, it is too easy not to spend quality time together even when we’re all under the same roof.

5. A day after you grocery shop, you open a perishable item that is horribly spoiled. Do you take your receipt back to the store to be reimbursed or just throw it away and forget about it?

It depends on how expensive it was and whether it would be worth the time and energy to take it back. Sometimes I do take things back so the store will know there is a problem, like one grocery store whose store brand of OJ often had mold around the lid. I don’t buy their OJ any more!!

6. What personality trait (feel free to address good or bad or both) do you notice yourself adopting from your parents?

This one could be a whole blog post in itself. I used to think I didn’t have my dad’s temper, but mine is there and all too active — it’s just not explosive like his. That doesn’t make it better, though. I share my mom’s tendency to overspend. 😳 I think I’m more like my mom in overall personality. She loved to give gifts, and I’ve inherited a portion of that.

7. How many slices of bread do you leave in the bottom of the bag when you throw it away? Two? Three? Just the heel? None? (I really want to know if you eat the heel.)

I don’t eat the heels unless we’re having sandwiches and there wouldn’t be enough bread without using the heels. If the bread has been in there a while I’ll often toss the last few slices away.

8. What mispronunciation or usage error really irritates you?

“Loose” for “lose” and apostrophes where they don’t belong — though I try to be merciful because I slip up sometimes, too.

9. In honor of the uniqueness of today’s date, what does the numeral 9 mean to you? (Any special life moments attached to the 9th? Are you the 9th kid in your family? Can you count by 9s really fast? etc.)

I don’t think there is anything unique in my life associated with a 9 — not that I can think of right now, anyway.

10. Does the general color palette in your closet match the colors you chose to decorate your home with?

It does now, yes, except that I wear darker colors in the winter time, though still in the same color families. I used to buy whatever was on sale or on clearance without regard to color, and it was so depressing. It took me a while to realize color was a factor. Now I look in my closet and sigh with happiness. 😀

11. When you’re hanging out with friends in the kitchen, do you automatically ask to help, or do you sit there and chat until the host asks if you’d like to help? I’m not implying that the 2nd choice stems from rudeness or laziness, just not a first-response like it is for some people.

I usually offer to help. I was raised to do so. In some kitchens there is not much room, or the cook likes things done a certain way. In my mom’s or my close friend’s house, though, I just plunge right in.

12. Let’s end on a pleasant note: What do you enjoy about September the most?

That there are finally some cool days after the sweltering humid summer. It’s back-and-forth for several weeks, but at least there are some cool days of relief here and there.

A Thousand Words In Idioms: The Rosy Version

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Jientje at Heaven Is In Belgium hosts A  Thousand Words In Idioms on Wednesdays wherein she asks participants to illustrate an idiom with a photo.

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A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

This is a line taken from Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet and means that it doesn’t matter what you call a thing, its essence is the same. This photo is from a few years ago and is one of my favorites. It had rained the night before and I noticed this especially dewy rose as I walked up the driveway after taking Jesse to school.

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Everything’s coming up roses.

This means that everything is going really well. This photo is from a year ot two ago as well, a bouquet my son Jason bought for me unexpectedly.

You can see more illustated idioms and even join in the fun at Jientje‘s.