Henry's at Christmas

A Reflective Life

"Over the margins of life comes a whisper, a faint call, a premonition of richer living which we know we are passing by. Strained by the very mad pace of our daily outer burdens, we are further strained by an inward uneasiness, because we have hints that there is a way of life vastly richer and deeper than all this hurried existence, a life of unhurried serenity and peace and power." Thomas Kelly

This year I will try harder to slow down, listen to God's voice, and enjoy my life a little bit more. Happy New Year

Happy First Birthday, Corban

6 Things I Learned At The Pumpkin Patch

1. A bus packed with kindergarteners will eventually start to smell like sweaty gym socks and pork roast.
2. If the teacher gives you 2 students, and gives 4-5 students to other chaperones, it's not because you are her favorite.
3. It is possible to lose a child more than 10 times in a span of 60 minutes.
4. Licking is another form of hand washing.
5. Hay mazes are about as fun as a pap smear, but not quite.
6. Kindergarten boys can smell resee cups from 10' away.

That's What You Get For Zero Dollars

Mel: Will you take pictures of our family?
Shannon: No
Mel: Why?!
Shannon: Because you are too picky and you won't be happy.
Mel: Please, I'll make chili
Shannon: ok.

If It Weren't For Panty Hose

Those who know me well, know that eventually the topic will turn to panty hose. Everything always comes back around to panty hose. You see, panty hose are my arch nemesis.

There was a time during my college days when I considered the idea of "Political Science" as a major. I guess I should say minor because finding a husband was always my major. And that worked out well by the way.

With definite views and concerns in politics, I was sure I could make a difference.
1. I'm loud. 2. I like to argue. 3. I'm good at making up stuff.

With his wiry thin hair and red face, Dr. Glenn Martin (God rest his dear soul) strongly advised me to "throw that crazy psychology degree in the trash and change the world!" After careful consideration at "The Wildcat" over a Dr. Pepper and chicken sandwich I realized, politics just wasn't for me. The reason? Panty hose. Everyone knows female politicians are required to wear panty hose. And this little activist SHALL NEVER wear panty hose. My sister made me wear panty hose in her wedding, I'm sure as punishment. And I cried. So, because of that darn nylon faux skin, my political career was snuffed out before it ever began.

During the last two months my political addiction has swelled to epic proportions. I almost can not take it any longer! (As I type Fox News is on the t.v. and also my computer.) During the debates I get hives and have to eat jello. It calms my stomach.

I could of been the one debating Joe Biden last night! That could be me up on that stage. Would you vote for me? Even if I was wearing knee socks? That could be me. I'm thinking though, if he disagreed with me I'd probably just start crying and it'd all be over. I'm also thinking crying is a definate no no in a vp debate. So maybe psychology wasn't such a bad choice after all.

My slogan could be...
What's the difference between a hillbilly and a pit bull? ...
teeth.

The Ring

I recently purchased this ring for my friend, Melinda. Aren’t her hands pretty? I don’t think the ring is “her thing”. She’s just so practical. I think she would have preferred the $3.99 I spent on the ring in cash so she could buy fabric softener or something more useful. Just like the time she was in the hospital. She had her lung removed- ok, only 20% of her lung. Anyway, I bought her a latch hook rug kit. Which I thought was a brilliant choice. I mean, what else are you gonna do while you get your lung taken out? Thankfully Melinda made a full recovery. She’s back to her youthful, beautiful self. The rug… I’m afraid it did not make it. It would have been so beautiful. I forgive you Melinda.

edited to add: 3 years ago today Melinda had her lung operation. Today she's a healthy girl who enjoys long walks on the beach, being with her kids, and driving me crazy when we go shopping together. Love you Mel!