Classic Heather

Outdo one another in showing honor.

2012-01-08T17:32:00.000-08:00

God is gracious to show us areas of immaturity in our lives. When we are still and willing to look at the ugly in us that He is trying to bring to our attention, it is...ugly.

He's showing me some of my ugly right now. I hate what I see, but am thankful for it not remaining hidden. The first step is admitting you have a problem. Right?

It comes down to this: I need to humble myself so that I can honor others above myself.

Take myself off of the stage.
Put others on it.

The other night I read Romans 12:10 in my new Bible. It says, "...Outdo one another in showing honor." I immediately thought of an old friend who was wonderful at making much of others. She had sincere interest and kindness toward other people. I've never felt more welcome at someone's house than I did at hers. I know others who feel the same way about being around her. She has hospitality down. Not hospitality in the sense of serving fancy cakes and tea, but in the sense that when you sit on her couch, she focuses on you and others in your life. She encourages. She builds up. She's a Mary, not a Martha.

I think the interpretation of Romans 12:10 from The Message puts it well:

"...Be good friends who love deeply; practice playing second fiddle."

I found this blog on this subject and wanted to share.
http://blog.faithchurchpa.org/?p=371

Praying for humility,
Heather

For my mom

2011-11-17T20:50:00.001-08:00

Dear Mom,

I know you can’t read this now, nor are you “watching down”on us. However, I’m going to address this to you since these are the things Iwish I had known I needed to say 16 years ago.

Thank you for life. Thank you for wanting me and not givingup when the doctors told you it would be impossible for you to have a baby.

Thank you for adoringme. Thank you for writing aboutthe sweet, intimate, and funny moments we shared when I was a baby. Had you nottaken the time to notice these things and document them, they would be lost.

Thank you for letting me know that at 9 months I was bothsweet and bratty. Sweet by pointing at new things and softly asking, “What’sthat?” Bratty by biting you and my dad when I was mad, and saying “shit” when Ididn’t get my way. Thanks for letting me know that when I turned one, I wouldwalk with my hands in the air and look like I was “preaching,” and that when acar would drive by, I would say, “bye bye.”

Thank you for being cool and letting me name my dogs thingslike Grass and Chocolate Cake. Thank you for letting me keep a wild rabbit inthe house (until he escaped).

Thank you for loving me unconditionally—even when I had atemper and said things like, “don’t look-y or touchy me,” or “I’m going to runaway, but only to the yard, then I’ll be right back.”

Thank you for giving me a sister. I’m so blessed to have such a sweet sister. More than anything, I wishshe had had more of you. I know you weren’t planning on leaving this world (inmy baby book you wrote about how one day we would compare things once I hadkids), but I’m glad that if you had to leave, you left me with a sister. Withoutyou, we need each other.

Thank you of being proud of me, and for bragging about whata good student I was, or how beautiful, funny, and sweet I was.

As I got older, thank you for letting me play with shavingcream on the kitchen table like we did at school. And for letting me play“cooking show” by dicing carrots into tiny cubes. Thank you for always havingsnacks within my reach so that I could have a snack after school. Thank you fordecorating for Halloween and Christmas in a way that made the holiday magical. I stillremember coming home from school amazed that you had transformed the house intoa Halloween house.

Thank you for letting me “help” balance the checkbook byorganizing all of the returned checks by image. (This makes me laugh today,because I was working so hard at helping!) I remember looking forward to the next time we got returned checks in the mail.

Thank you for being strong through your divorce and notwriting negative things about my dad in my baby book. I wish I could somehow goback and remove the pain and loneliness you felt at that time.

Thank you for always being on my side, even when I waswrong. I always felt secure with you. With you, I could be brave.

Thank you for volunteering to take my 4^th gradeclass to the zoo, and for buying me a journal with a lion on it so I could makenotes about what I learned. Thank you for being the cool mom with gum andsharing it with the other kids in our group. I was so proud to have you there.

Thank you for dancing with me to Red Red Wine and Al Green.I’ll never hear Red Red Wine without thinking of us dancing with my toy monkeyin the living room of the little trailer, and me choking the monkey when thesong said, “monkey get choke.”

Thank you for letting me climb behind you in your big brownchair so that I could play with your hair. Even now, I can still imaginesqueezing behind you as you tried to watch TV, talk on the phone, or work oncrafts.

Thank you for letting me massage your feet. I rememberlooking up at you as I squeezed your toes with lotion. I didn’t realize it then, but lookingback, that was my way of letting you know that I ADORED you.

Thank you for teaching me to clean and for making it fun.Thank you for teaching me to make my bed, even though for most of your life Ifailed to do it well. I’ve finally got it down.

Thank you for letting my imagination grow by letting me playOffice or Teacher for hours. I remember looking forward to coming home so Icould play Teacher on the chalk board(s) you bought me. Thank you forrepeatedly buying me silly puddy. Thank you for not being mad when I putstickers on the wall.

Thank you for sacrificing for me. Time. Money. Emotion.Thank you for being compassionate toward me, even on your last day here.

I’m so sorry for how your time here ended. I wish I had beenthere to help you. I wish I could have helped. I’m sorry for not acknowledgingyou all of these years since you’ve left. I’m sorry for trying to forget you.I’m remembering you now. And as I remember, I’m proud to call YOU my MOM.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve created a picture in my mind ofwhat a good mom is: a mom who makes things pretty, a mom who plans creative andcute birthday parties, a mom who encourages learning. But now, when I thinkback on what it was like to have you as a mom, and as I recall the goodfeelings, I realize they had nothing to do with pretty things. The goodfeelings come from the times we connected—in your brown chair, sleepovers onyour water bed, me sitting next to the tub talking to you as you took a bath, eveningsat the kitchen table balancing the checkbook, eating dinner, or working oncrafts. I’m going to keep remembering you and the kind of mom you were. And asI do this, I hope to love my sister and future children the way you loved me.

Thank you. I love you. I’m proud to have had you. I missyou.

With lots of love toward my mommy,

Finny Lynn

New iPhone

2011-10-16T19:45:00.001-07:00

I'm loving my new phone. I'm guessing I'll post here more now that it'll be easy to share as thoughts come to me (except for when I'm in the shower.)

For now, enjoy Zoey!

Behold, He is doing a new thing!

2011-10-02T19:29:00.000-07:00

Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, doyou not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in thedesert. –God (Isaiah 43:19)

Rewind to October of last year. I had signed up toparticipate in the MS 5k—as a walker. I remember seeing others running, and feeling inadequate/insecure (I’m not really sure what word I’m looking for; I justknow that I felt like the runners were better than me and were doing somethingI’d never be able to do. I’d always be the walker watching the runner wishing Icould be like them.) Add to that, I was in a dead-end relationship hoping withall my strength that if I worked hard enough and prayed long enough, it couldbe saved. So there I am in the heart of Houston with my long-term boyfriend andmy new dog at an exciting event to raise money for MS research. It should havebeen a joyful day. But if I were to show you the pictures from that day, youwouldn’t pick up on feelings of love and joy. You would see smiles and eyesthat were trying and tired of trying--especially if you saw the pictures of my ex.

MS Walk 2010

Now fast-forward to this October. I ran my first 5k onSaturday morning. What a difference a year makes. Instead of walking this 5k, IRAN it! It was full of hope and prayers for those dealing with breast cancerand it was run with a new friend that God strategically put into my life. Wherelast year’s 5k was walked with a burdensome hope for myself, this year’s wasran with a joyful hope for others.

After running my first 5k in Oct 2011 (it was a little windy!)

At the beginning of 2011, God told me to move to Houston.I was feeling the lead, but kept putting it off. (I was scared.) Then the pastor of my old church preached on going whenGod tells you to go. He shared how in Joshua 1, God told Joshua to pick upwhere Moses left off, and to GO lead the people across the Jordan River intothe promised land. In the first chapter of Joshua, God told Joshua THREE timesto be strong and courageous—and go! This sermon solidified what God had beentelling me.

So here I am in the city that God called me to. There’sbeen pain—deep pain. But God is revealing himself and his word to me more andmore. He has changed my hopes. But mostly he is making it all easier. Workstill requires more energy than I sometimes think I have. People still test mynerves and break my heart. Dust still falls on the dresser that I dusted a fewdays ago. But somehow, it’s easier.

This past week I started reading my new pastor’s book“Finding God’s Will.” In chapter 2, he gives the illustration of a 6 mile Fun Runin which the pace car made a wrong turn, resulting in a 9 mile run for about300 hundred runners. He says, “We can do the same thing following our own planand running in our own strength. Trust me. You don’t want the responsibility ofkeeping life ignited by your own efforts. You will waste your strength runningthe wrong course. A listening ear beats swift feet every time.” The point ofthe chapter is that “God’s power always accompanies God’s will.” So when I sayit’s easier, what I’m referring to is God’s power that is accompanying his willin my life.

Jesus said for allof us who are weary and burdened to come to Him, and He would give us rest. Inthe same passage (Matthew 11), He said, “For my yoke is easy and my burden islight.” This has been highlighted in my Bible for years, but it wasn’t untilthe other day that I realized what Jesus was talking about when he said yoke.Ever heard of a yoke of oxen? A yoke of oxen is two ox that have been yokedtogether—or connected by a piece of wood that fits over their necks. I’m not afarmer, but I imagine that the yoke keeps the oxen going in the same directionwhile plowing. So I think what Jesus was saying is that being attached to him andgoing His direction is easy. [In saying this I worry that you may think thatthere are no difficulties or trials for Christians. That is not thecase—actually the Bible tells us that we’ll have trials in this world and thatthe world will hate us! I feel like I've had more trials than most non-Christians. Believe me, I've cried lots of tears and felt tremendous heartache. But somehow, it’s all easier! I don’t know how toexplain it. And you won’t understand unless you’ve experienced it. But forthose who have experienced God’s strength and help, you’re likely nodding yourhead as you read this.]

All of that to say, praise God for bringing me throughthese trials. For in them, He is reminding me that He loves me more than I lovemyself, and that He is good. He is my Counselor, Shield, Protector, and Father. My prayer these days is, “Lord, I’m where you toldme to go. Now what do you want me to do? Who do you want me to serve? Whom doyou want me to help and love?” Like Moses when he saw the burning bush (a sign from God), and like Ruthwhen she met Boaz (her future husband), I’m going to go about the work andthings that God has already told me to do, and trust that he’ll show me my nextsteps.

Unbelievable

2011-08-24T17:12:00.000-07:00

What I am about to share would be unbelievable to me, if I hadn't seen it this morning. Some people would say it means something. I even thought this may be the case this morning. But then a Godly man at work reminded me that God speaks to us through his word and every 'message' should be tested against the Word. So here it goes; the story of my commute to work this morning.

This morning when I was driving to work, the traffic reminded me of something that had really bothered and upset me. I started replaying it in my mind. As I did, I felt anger welling up inside. I finally told myself, "Heather, you don't need to think about this. It will accomplish no good."

I then focused my attention to listening to the Message (Christian radio station) on XM and the song "God Gave Me You" came on. For those of you who haven't heard it, its a song by Dave Barnes to his wife. In the song, he shares that God gave him his wife for the good times and bad. Being single, I don't connect with the song and prefer not to listen to it. So I changed the station to The Highway (country). THE SAME SONG WAS ON THAT STATION, but by a different artist!
So I went back to the one on The Message (since I'd prefer the acoustic Dave Barnes version if I have to listen to it).

So here I am, in the fast lane on 59 during the morning rush hour when I see something white flapping to the right of my car. At first I thought it was a bird. But then I thought that a bird wouldn't be flying this low--down with the cars. So I looked to see if it was a piece of paper/trash swirling around the cars. I looked over to my passenger side. At that very moment it was level with me. I looked at it in amazement. It was a white dove! After I had looked at it for a second, it flew back up in the sky and above the traffic of cars.

Throughout the Bible, a dove was a sign (God told Noah to send out a dove from the Ark to know when it was safe to exit the Ark/After Jesus was baptized, the Holy Spirit came down in the form of a dove.)

To me this was an extraordinary morning. I don't recall ever seeing a dove before today (except for in pictures and videos). And the fact that it was safely flying among the cars and waited to go back up until I saw it is pretty exciting!

Guitar

2011-08-19T21:22:00.000-07:00

The last few nights come 10:30, my guitar has called to me. Being one of the slowest guitar learners ever, I'm excited that I'm wanting to practice. Unfortunately, I live in an apartment with a roommate and neighbors, so I try to hurry and hush. Tonight I "played" along with a whole song (a feat for me). My left hand is learning to get where it needs to go, but my right hand is missing natural rhythm. My goal is to be able to play a song come Fall. You know, I have to make use of my guitar on a camping trip. Guitar + crisp weather + camp fire = :) But if the guitar is just setting there with no one to play it, it's :(.

On another note, my company took the finance department to an Astro's game this week. Our tickets had $15 of spending money on them. I had lunch before going to the game, so I wasn't hungry for ballpark nachos (which is a shame because I love that orange cheese!). A friend gave me $5 of her ticket, and another friend gave me $1.50 of hers. So off I went to the souvenir shop.

Tada, my company bought me a baseball cap.
Of course the H is for Heather!

DINOSARES THAT LIVED ALONG TIME AGO

2011-08-17T18:10:00.000-07:00

The following story is brought to you by my little sister. I was going through my keepsake chest and found her typed story. Sadly, I don't remember seeing it before. I'm sure she wrote it and gave it to me beaming with pride. As a selfish 17 year old, I likely corrected it or just sat it aside. Sorry, sister. Now I've read it and love it!

DINOSARES THAT LIVED ALONG TIME AGO
POBLASHER
Lacie ___ _______
March 2, 2002

10,000 years ago dinosaurs were invinted . Long neacks ate leaves and they were strong. Dinosaurs. Meat eaters ate meat onley . And they were not tha strong.But I can tell you a lot about meat eaters. Meat eaters ate other dinosaurs. When they are asleep you donot want to mess with them. Dinosaurs live by vullcanos . Meat eaters can see veary good. Dinosaurs lay eaggs. There are dinosaurs that can fly. That dinosaur is not mean at all. They have fuzzy skin. They have a small brain. He eats flowers.
They eat veary slowly hey coudint land 65 mesallons of years ago. THere is this dinosaurs that have strips. Some dimosaurs live on the vollcanos . A meat eater is bigger than the vollcano. Meat eaters are not scared of any thing. Some dinosaurs are nice or mean. The dinosaurs that fliys don't look mean. Meat eaters will eat any thing. Try searurtops is meaner than meat eaters . Meat eaterseaters will eat a car to get meat. Meat eaters areveary veary mean trust me. Dinosaurs can not nock down a tree.Dinosaurs can be a mother. Butthjey ant bigger than Clifford the big red dog.

Wow, what a difference 9 years make. My little sister now has her room packed for college and will be moving next week. She tries so hard to be strong--and is strong. I wish someone had made it clear to me in 2002 that my sister was precious and that I should have praised her and loved her for all that she was. When I left for college in 2003, I never realized that I wouldn't be coming back to a little girl sister, but a big girl sister. She grew up while I was away doing my own growing up. Tonight as I've been cleaning I've come across pictures from our childhood. Where she is giggly and sweet in the pictures, I am impatient and trying to look mature. I wish I could have had the wisdom I have now, then.

Lacie, I am proud of you. I love you. I know you are about to make a big step into a life that will produce great things. I have been and will be praying for you. I wish to be more like you (well, maybe not your fashion tastes of basketball shorts and cowboy boots, but in the other things that matter.) Please be safe at college. Learn all that you can from your professors and books. Study. Make friends. Have fun! I am proud of you for who you are, and proud of who you will be.

Love,
Your big sister

worship in Houston

2011-07-27T20:53:00.000-07:00

I've been reading John Piper's Desiring God. It feels like I've been in Chapter 2: Worship for a couple of weeks. I keep stopping to highlight brilliant statements and absorb them.
My desire for the past few weeks has been to worship. And when I set aside time to do nothing but worship (particularly in the car or at church on Sunday), it's been more enjoyable than I remember it being in a long long time. I'm realizing what it means to worship in spirit (heart/affections) and truth (based on who God is according to the Bible). I plan to write a whole other blog entry on this subject.

For now, just know I'm excited about attending MetroLive tomorrow night!

If you live in Houston, come. Seriously. Even if church hasn't been your thing, come.

a word I like: audacious

2011-07-14T17:12:00.000-07:00

audacious: a : intrepidly daring : adventurous

For some reason when I say 'audacious' in my head, its followed by the cheer, "Be-be, be audacious."

Lately I've had all kinds of revelations that its time to do the things I want to do. Its time to have fun. There is no need to act mature (all the time). We're only getting older. Today, we're as young as we'll ever be again. See, doesn't that make you want to go jet skiing!?

God told Joshua to be strong and courageous. He actually repeated himself 3 times in a few verses.

What is your passion? What has God led you to do but you're being too timid to act on it? Better yet, what has God commanded you to do ("Therefore go and make disciples of all nations..." Matt 28:19)? Read Joshua 1, pray about it, and get busy!

From God in Joshua 1:"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go.”

a single step

2011-06-20T19:59:00.000-07:00

After a week off from work, I felt like my mind was slightly more clear and I could focus on the things that I want to do.

So on Saturday, after a good lunch at Chipotle with my best friend, I asked if she would go with me to sign up for guitar lessons. It is something I've been meaning to do for months, and realized, it's finally time to get the ball rolling. No more waiting on nothing.

In our swimsuits and cover ups, we walked into the music store and met the kindest lady. People who specialize in things normally intimidate me. (Examples: I don't want my dog to misbehave in front of a dog trainer, I don't want an English teacher to read my blog, I don't want a photographer to see my photos, I don't want a dentist to see my teeth, a hairdresser to see my hair...) But this lady put me at ease immediately. She didn't try to use musician lingo and remind me that I had absolutely no business being in a music store.

So in a few nights, I'll be sitting in a room with my guitar and my teacher, learning the basics. Taking the first step.

The reason I don't blog more often

2011-06-07T18:38:00.000-07:00

inspiration is perishable

I just read that here: http://maggieandrob.blogspot.com/2011/06/book-club-rework.html

I always have great ideas (or at least I think so) while I'm showering, driving to work, or after reading before bed. I think about blogging them once I perfect them, and then it never happens.

So there ya have it, just do it. Whatever it is.

Granny's cooking

2011-05-26T18:30:00.000-07:00

I think I just had a great idea!

Zoey and I went for a run. (Well, I ran and pulled her.) Unfortunately for my flab, exercise makes me really hungry. So I'm making biscuits (so I can have same mayhaw jelly), [turkey] bacon, and eggs. I always make scrambled eggs because I don't know how to make ungreasy fried eggs. All of this led to my brilliant thought....

I need to capture cooking sessions with my grandma on video! She can show me how to make fried eggs, chocolate pie, stew, lima beans, and salmon patties. It'll be great quality time together.
I think I'll invite her over when no one else is around and the two of us will have a cooking fest. :)

Men's watch

2011-05-24T20:14:00.000-07:00

If there were a guy in my life (who happened to have an iPod nano), I'd buy him this.

Sometimes I bake

2011-05-21T21:08:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I bake just because I feel like it. Then I eat 1 cupcake, clean the kitchen and call it a night.

Weekend run down

2011-05-15T18:46:00.000-07:00

This weekend was a good one. It was so full and yet relaxing that it felt like a vacation. I only thought about work while I was sleeping. Why must I do my work in my sleep?

Friday night was spent celebrating a friend's college graduation. I can't wait to see the amazing things he will do.

My best friend came to visit me on Saturday morning. She came to be here for all of my sister's prom preparations. My sister's prom wasn't until 8:00 (which, am I old or is that late?), so I calculated that we had plenty of time that morning before needing to go help with my sister's makeup, etc. Abbi and I had lunch at Jason's deli (Savy Chicken Salad Wraps <400 calories) and then headed to the library. I absolutely love the library where I live. When I move, I'll miss it. It is a piazza for the people of my suburb. (Anyone catch that reference to You've Got Mail?) The library has media rooms full of computers, modern chairs that I studied as an interior design major, video games (rock band, Wii, etc.) and movies. The best thing is that kids are actually using these spaces. Adults are spread through out the library. Some are at tables on their laptops. Others are gathered around tables chatting as if they are at a coffee shop.

Abbi is a teacher and made me venture into a part of the library I've never been---the children's section. They had canvas totes hanging on S-hooks. We had a peek and realized you could check out the entire bag and the assortment of books held within. How charming?! Lets just say, my child will have a library card at the age of 2. "When you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does." (Sorry, another You've Got Mail reference.)

After the library we ended up in Target. Somehow this always happens when we are together. I was in a shopping mood (which is unusual for me) and bought tons of clothes. I swear, their new Calypso brand is going to make me poor. Beachy, causual but kind of dressy clothes always win me over.

(A new outfit.)
I had planned the day so that we could take a nap before going to help my sister get ready. 15 minutes into our nap, my roommate knocked on my door. She said my aunt was on the phone and was worried about me. Come to find out, my aunt had been trying to call me to see why I wasn't there to help my sister get ready. I had 10 missed calls from them. They had called my college roommate, current roommate, Abbi, and THE HOSPITAL. Apparently my sister had decided to get ready really early, and because I had turned down my phone while at the library, I hadn't heard my sister's text or any of the phone calls. My sister had gotten ready without us and was already at her friend's house. Abbi and I rushed to get ready so we could go see her. When I got there, my aunt hugged me and cried, "I already saw you in your funeral." To that I responded, "What was I wearing?" (I think my ex taught me to deflect emotion with humor. I need to break that habit.)

My sister was upset and had broken out in red splotches on her chest and arms. Needless, to say, I felt terrible for upsetting her and not being there on the day of her senior prom. After taking a few pictures, I picked up on the vibe that my sister was ready for us to leave. It seems I'm not cool anymore.
Abbi and left to have a wonderful dinner at Pappasito's where I had my first Pappasito's margarita. How do people have more than one!? I felt like I could lay down in the booth and take a nap afterwards! Instead, Abbi drove us to Party City to get decorations for my sister's graduation pool party. (You should come!) Then we went to see Bridesmaids. It was okay. Either way, I love a relaxing night at the movies. When you're there, you can't do anything else. You have no choice but to be in the moment. Even if that moment includes girls throwing up on each other at a dress fitting. Gross. After the movie, I wasn't ready to go to sleep so I talked Abbi into a few rounds of Just Dance. I tried a song I've never done before and loved letting my inner Ricky Ricardo side loose! While dancing I realized, there is nothing else I'd rather be doing right now. I was content and happy for this stage of my life. I ran through my ideas of other stages of life I could be in, and in all of them, I couldn't imagine us so freely dancing in the living room in our pajamas.
Now, after a Sunday morning at the pool, a nap, and an evening shower, its time to iron clothes for the week.

I'll leave you with some words from King Solomon:
"I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. That everyone may eat and drink and find satisfaction in all his toil--this is the gift of God." Ecclesiases 3:12-13

Have a good week. And may that goodness cause you to praise the creator of it all.
xoxo,
Heather

Another Etsy Find

2011-05-11T20:41:00.000-07:00

You may buy this for me if you would like.

The dark skies and water remind me of my trip to Belize. A storm came while we were out on the catamaran at our snorkeling spot. We just hung out with our rum punch and hid under yellow rain coats until the rain stopped. I think I may have even dozed off a little.

Find it here: http://www.etsy.com/listing/72588670/dark-seas-sewn-painting

Empathy

2011-05-06T21:48:00.000-07:00

Growing up I was extremely empathetic. Other peoples' stories moved me. They caused me to take on burdens and want to do something to help. Since other's burdens became my own, I prayed earnestly. I even remember feeling empathy for my mom on many occasions (all before I ever turned 11). Of course at that time, I didn't know the name for the emotion.

At some point toward the end of high school and the beginning of college, I started realizing that if I didn't let other people's problems become real to me, I wouldn't have to be so consumed with the problems myself. I stopped wanting to hear about the abused, lonely, sick, worried, abandoned, or hungry people. I begin to hear the words, but block them out of my heart.

All of these thoughts hit me tonight as I sat with my aunt discussing her recent diagnosis of early diabetes. If I were to be honest, this really worries me and makes me want to make sure she creates a strict diet for herself. I want to be there at all times to say, "No, you can't have that." But then that is too heavy of a stressor, so as we talked, I changed the subject to a meaningless check up appointment that I scheduled for myself. As I did it (moved the focus from something important about her, to something unimportant about myself), I knew that I didn't really want to change the subject, but I also didn't want to deal with the weight of worrying.

I don't know what all of these means, other than, I need to take the focus off of myself. I know that the people are in great need, and I can help. I can love. I can listen. I can be selfless with my time. But I must forget myself. There is a reason God gave me a soft heart for others--homeless people (I know there is a fine line between where I am and where they are), orphans (it's easy to empathize there...I can't wait to give a kid the mom they almost didn't have), the lonesome, the worried...

But as I type this, I'm realizing those people are within my own family. They need miracles, jobs, companionship, love, nurturing, a listening ear, someone to share the burden with, someone who will pass that burden on to God (for he cares for us.) I must go love my family.

For those of you who know me, and know that I do this, stop me next time.

Lord, help me to lay down my life and focus on loving others. -Heather

Grace

2011-04-15T18:39:00.000-07:00

I've been wanting to blog on the subject of grace for a while now. I haven't yet because I feel inadequate at getting the words just right. Now that we're a week from Good Friday, its a perfect time to be reminded of what grace means.

I have a wonderful friend at work who is very encouraging and always believing through faith that good things are to come my way. *For an example, read the bottom of this post.* When she would tell me the good things that God would do, I'd give her an awkward smile that said 'I don't want to be rude to you, but I'm not too sure about that.' My thinking was that those good things are for the righteous, holy, and blessed. I knew I didn't meet that standard, so gave up on believing God would do good for me. Needless to say, this was a very depressing time. Then, one night while I was reading my bible before bed, I came across a fundamental truth of my faith: "Once you were alienated from God and were enemies in your minds because of your evil behavior. But now he has reconciled you by Christ's physical body through death to present you holy in his sight, without blemish and free from accusation..." (Colossians 1:21-22). I was done reading at that point. I had something to ponder. Through Christ's death, I am now holy in his sight, without blemish and free from accusation for all my shortcomings and sin! I'm blameless. Therefore, those promises are for me! After this re-realization, I was so thankful and ready to praise God. How amazing is it that God would see me as holy-something that I do not deserve. Then it hit me. It's amazing grace.

A few weeks later I was driving my little sister and two cousins to the beach for Spring break. As we were getting close to Houston, we started talking about being gracious people. I took the opportunity to ask them if they knew what grace and mercy meant. They went around the car and shared what they thought each meant. Then I shared with them the following:
-Mercy is not receiving something bad that you deserved.
-Grace is receiving something good that you don't deserve.
To let it be real to them, I gave an example of mercy. "Let's say I was going 80 mph and the speed limit was 60 mph. A cop pulled me over but didn't give me a ticket. I was speeding, so I deserved a ticket. That's mercy." As the words left my mouth, I noticed a cop underneath 610 with his radar gun pointed my direction. I was going about 80 in a 60. He didn't get in his car and come after me. After a few seconds of panic, we all burst into laughter. The kids were convinced that had I not been telling them that story, I'd been pulled over. Either way, it was pretty funny.

Grace. God's grace through Christ's death 2011 years ago is enough reason to be thankful. When people say that "God's grace is enough," this is what they mean. Even if I weren't given any other blessings in this life, His grace and forgiveness that gives me access to him now and forever, is enough. How amazing.

*Example of my friend's beliefs for good things for me: My friend is especially believing that I'm going to meet my husband soon. She's on the lookout for him. Luckily, she completely gets my type. But so far every guy that she gets excited about is married--and in the spotlight. The first one was the lead singer from the band Tenth Avenue North (love him!). While he was speaking at a concert she looked at me like, he's perfect for you. Then he mentioned his wife. Bummer (as if we were going to coffee afterwards!). The next guy was the youth pastor at her church. She said she tried to get to him one Sunday at church so she could tell him about me, but there were too many people around him. It wasn't until later that I remembered that she goes to the nation's largest church. A few days later she realized he is married. She seemed so disappointed. The next guy was another Christian band member. Apparently we had both listened to his interview on KSBJ that morning. When I got to work she said, "I thought I found the perfect guy for you." *rubbing my hands together with eagerness for what she's going to tell me* She started telling me about the things this guy had said and how wonderful he was. It sounded awfully familiar--just like the things I had heard on the interview. We had a girly-excited moment when I let her know that I had heard the interview too, and that his words had melted my heart and made me think, that's the kind of guy I want to marry! He was married. It gives me such great hope that my friend would imagine that these types of guys would ever have interest in me. I automatically assume I could never meet the criteria of these great leaders and lovers of Christ. I write it off as wishful thinking. But my friend believes fully that if she could have them meet me, the story would be written. I love her. ;)

Cute easter gift

2011-03-25T19:28:00.000-07:00

If I had a little girl, she'd be getting one of these this year for Easter.

Patience

2011-03-19T20:33:00.001-07:00

Having a dog has taught me patience.

God knew I couldn't start from scratch, therefore Zoey came to me at the age of 3 instead of as a puppy!

We had a fun day at the beach yesterday. But as beach trips normally go, you come home with lots of sand. So this morning I washed beach towels and folded them on my bed, where they still sit at 10:30 tonight.

I've spent the evening in the living room and kitchen, so I was shocked when I came into my room to find that Zoey had unfolded the beach towels and had created a 'nest' with them. I picked them up and refolded them. (She had a bath last night.) As I was re-folding I realized some parents may scream and get angry had their children done the exact same thing. And admittedly, I think I would have acted this way a year ago. Now, I just fold and realize its not worth getting upset.

Lord, I'm learning. Keep teaching and preparing me for the good you have in store.

Bring it on

2011-03-13T15:21:00.000-07:00

More sunshine in the day? Yes, please.

In celebration of more sun, I went to Lowe's today to get some plants to replace the ones that died in the freeze. I had a few plants that I bought at Ikea back around 2006 that made it, but aren't as full as they used to be. Those were downgraded to smaller pots, and new plants were brought in.

I've tried potting plants on the patio before, but remember it to be messy. This time I carried everything downstairs to the grass. I brought Zoey with me---without a leash. She was very content to lay in the grass next to me as I removed the dead plants and repotted the new ones.

WHEN I finally buy a house, I think she's going to enjoy the backyard as much as I will!

The plant on the left will bloom small orchid like flowers. Beautiful.

The tag said this is one of the oldest known plants. We'll see if it's the fittest based on how it survives me taking care of it.

I love mail

2011-03-10T19:37:00.000-08:00

A few weeks ago (around the time of my birthday), I had a really happy trip to the mail box.

Awaiting me was:
-a Real Simple issue. This is happy because I didn't renew my subscription, but they haven't stopped coming. Maybe this was the last one. I haven't been counting.
-a Valentine's day card and luggage tag from my ex's mom--whom I love.
-an autographed copy of A Billion Reasons Why.

More Etsy shopping

2011-03-01T18:33:00.000-08:00

I've had great spiritual revelations lately that I've considered blogging on, but because rest has been so sparse lately, you get a no-thought-necessary blog.

I've found a new Etsy item that I like. It looks very different than all of my other girly-favorites.

Ready to go camping?

Find it here.

Daydreaming

2011-02-24T20:14:00.000-08:00

I heard two songs on the radio today that got my mind reeling.

The first is JJ Heller's What Love Really Means. (I love all JJ Heller. Check her out.)

It begins...
He cries in the corner where nobody sees
He's the kid with the story no one would believe
He prays every night, "Dear God won't you please...
Could you send someone here who will love me?"

Who will love me for me
Not for what I have done or what I will become
Who will love me for me
'Cause nobody has shown me what love
What love really means

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/jj_heller/#share

The line "the kid with the story no one would believe" gets me every time. It makes me want to grab this kid and hug them and take them to the park or cuddle on the couch in an embrace until they're up for going to the park.
After hearing this song on my drive to work this morning, I longed to take care of those kids. At least one. Each one matters. This had me daydreaming about adopting someday and pouring love into them. And as daydreaming often goes, one thought leads to another with out any particular connecting point. Then I saw myself being a stay at home mom to give them the time that they really need. (God didn't make my love language quality time for no reason!) Then I thought of still having the need for a career (for sanity sake). That led to my love of interior design--creating spaces. And learning more about photography.

dreaming
dreaming
dreaming

And why not?
"Your calling is where your passions meet the world's needs."

The other song is more light hearted and about romantic love--Loving You Tonight by Andrew Allen. I guess if I were capable of writing my life like a movie, this song would be the theme song in the early scenes and JJ's would come later.

Can you tell I love acoustic?

Houstonian

2011-02-24T19:58:00.000-08:00

I'm a Houstonian. I grew up celebrating my birthdays with George Straight at the rodeo. I remember beaming with pride and I-must-be-special-ness when my aunt bought me some red lace up boots. I skipped down the hall of her house to show my Uncle Joe. During one of these birthday-George Straight trips, someone (maybe my cousin) bought me a pink thinly woven cowgirl hat. I loved it.

The 'cool' kids in Jr. High were 'kickers' (a.k.a kids who wore Wranglers, Carhartt, Rockies, and Justin's). Just thinking back on this makes me realize how dumb we were.

Tomorrow is "Go Texan Day" around Houston. Schools and offices all around will encourage students/employees to wear jeans, boots, horrible shirts, and possibly hats. My company has bought tickets for us to attend the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo cookoff. I've been wanting cowgirl boots since last year's rodeo, so I decided to take the plunge. And by plunge I mean the $160 plunge. How is it that I didn't spend that much on my normal boots that I find an excuse to wear with everything, but I found it acceptable for cowgirl boots? (I feel goofy typing cowgirl.)

I went to Cavendars and took the LAST parking spot. You would have thought they were having a 75% off sale! The line inside went from the door to the back of the store. I found the women's boots and started creating a collection of ones that I thought were pretty/cute/unique. Three sales people ended up helping me, two guys and one girl. They were the real deal; kind and funny country kids. The guys told me from the beginning that I would want Ariat boots because they were the most comfortable. The girl told me I'd like the tallest pair. The guys mentioned that if I was going to wear them with a dress, I'd want the tall and pointy toed ones.

I had laid my purse on the bench with my selection of boots. One of the guys was rocking the bench with his foot when the other said, "Dude, don't knock over the boots." I said, "Don't knock over my purse." He said, "Don't worry, I won't drop the Vera Bradley on the floor." To which I replied, "How did you know it was Vera Bradley?" "I have an expensive girlfriend." These guys cracked me up!

In the end, I left with the tall pair of Ariat boots.
...
and a cute floral dress (that I would have never paid that much for in any other store).

*I'll take pictures tomorrow!*

Good morning

2011-02-19T06:42:00.000-08:00

Zoey is so sweet on weekend mornings. She gets in bed and snuggles up as close to me as possible and kisses my hand. (To which I think, remember to go wash your hand before touching your face.)

On our way back from her potty trip, I noticed a neighbor's porch light was still on from the night before. For some reason, I loved this! I like to think that they had too much fun last night to bother remembering to turn it off.

Anyway, here's Zoey's morning greeting for you!

I won

2011-02-12T08:53:00.000-08:00

I was torn about buying a Kindle. My argument was that I like my books--I like to keep them, share them, and display them. And let's be honest, I judge books by their cover. With the Kindle, you loose the cover.

In college, I discovered Kristin Billerbeck's chic-lit books. My favorites were the Ashley Stockingdale series. Ashley is a cute Christian patent attorney in her early 30's---and she's single. I shared these books with a co-worker recently. My co-worker now says that I remind her of Ashley. Oh great. When I read these books I was in a relationship that I was convinced would lead to marriage. I never thought I'd be living Ashley's life.

Kristin Billerbeck's latest book A Billion Reasons Why came out at the beginning of February. Being impatient, I preorded it on my Kindle. But then I was sad that my collection of K.B.'s books wouldn't be complete. I also really wanted to be able to share the new book (which still isn't possible with the Kindle).

Kristin recently offered a giveaway of her new book on her blog.

I entered and won! So now I have a signed copy coming from California to Texas!

Blizzard

2011-02-09T19:08:00.001-08:00

-via Schmanks on Vimeo

Work

2011-02-07T18:40:00.001-08:00

"In order that people may be happy in their work, these three things are needed: They must be fit for it. They must not do too much of it. And they must have a sense of success in it."
- John Ruskin

New Shoes

2011-02-06T19:46:00.001-08:00

See my new pair of shoes?

Guess where I got them.

guessing?

The store?

No.

An old friend?

No.

My granny?

No.

A new friend that I met a church today?

Ding ding ding.

Well, there you have it. I went to a the new church again today and tried the Singles Sunday school. At lunch, one of the guys mentioned my "round and shiny shoes", which led to a conversation with a new friend and me receiving these great new brown shoes! They were too small for her and she'd been looking for someone who would put them to "good use."

For those who encouraged me to try Sunday school, thanks for the encouragement. Keep praying that I'll go where God wants me.

xoxo,
Heather

It knows when you're sleeping

2011-02-03T20:41:00.000-08:00

I think the snow must be like Santa. It knows when you're awake and when you're sleeping. I've been holding out for snow since noon today. Hopefully, I get a wonderful wake up call that means I can play in the snow with my puppy, not drive to work, and stay in comfy clothes all day.

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.

Zoey is ready with her new sweater and jacket. (And booties, too. But they aren't very cute and are only for preventing frost bite.)

**Zoey is such a poser and ha let me take several pictures of her just tonight. I'm telling you, God put the two of us together. I'm camera happy and she's proud to pose. After several of this pose, she suddenly charged at me, which is scary from behind the camera!**

This is what cold feels like

2011-02-01T19:36:00.000-08:00

I just took Zoey out to do her thing for the night. I put on my white fleece jacket. Then I added my big red wind resistant coat. Next was a red scarf wrapped around my neck and face. I topped it off with a white hat and striped mittens.
Add to that pink rain boots.
What is missing? Pants. I went out in my thin pajama pants. Now, about 15 minutes later, I still feel like my legs have been sitting in ice.
It is below freezing. So what.
The wind chill is 17. Now, that's cold!

The puddles are iced over! I can hear the leaves rustling in the wind because they are coated in ice. How bizarre is this!?

So, my message to people all over the US is, go snuggle, bundle, love, and read while the world is still.

Night Photography

2011-01-31T18:14:00.000-08:00

This picture was taken at night.
(Click here to see others.)

Ready for Summer

2011-01-30T16:42:00.000-08:00

Today Etsy's homepage was full of lovely nautical things that made me think I must have at least one. These made me ready for summer, a tan, tea, being by and in the water, and hopes of being thin!

A few of the items that I think I need. ;)

The Weekender Tote in Blue and White Striped Ticking
Recycled Sail Purse - Blue Stripe
Suzani Designer Lumbar Pillow
The Classic Harness Belt in Light Tan
Nautical Maxi Dress

1st Visit

2011-01-30T15:23:00.000-08:00

And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds, not giving up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but encouraging one another—and all the more as you see the Day approaching.
-Hebrews 10:24-25

Today I did it. I visited one of the city's mega churches. And although it was quite large, it still felt like one body. I looked around wondering how there were so many people in one room, but yet it didn't feel like we were separated by space, cliques, or age. Neither did it feel like a show. I've been to shows.

This morning while thinking about blogging my experience, I struggled with how honest to be. Should I share my weaknesses and fears? Finally, I decided I should. At work I always say, "I'm honest" or "I'll tell you how I feel about it" or "I don't care about being politically correct." So keeping with the way I try to live everyday, I'll be honest here on Classic Heather. I think honesty helps us to connect. And maybe someone reading will relate because they've been here too. And just maybe, we can encourage one another.

I'd been hoping for a church that had a Singles group where I could 'belong.' Upon a friends advice, I decided to check out today's church. Last night in my excitement, I planned to go to Singles Sunday school this morning, but as it turned out, I only had so much bravery for trying new things alone. Instead I slept in a little longer and only went to church. Next week I'll be a big girl and go to Sunday school too.
And now for the part I wasn't sure if I should share. I've never been baptized. I know that Christ has forgiven me and now lives within me. When I was saved in Jr. High, there was a distinct change in me and my desires. Yet, I also know that this is something that the Bible calls Christians to do. It is a symbol to the world that the old me has died and the new me in Christ has been born. I wanted to be baptized while at the church I've attended for the past two years, but I had a fear. An unjustifiable fear, but still a fear. Its common for the family and friends of individuals being baptized to stand for the baptism as a sign of support. It is hard to get my family to commit to and attend just about anything. I didn't want to be the person with no one standing in support. Therefore, I never obeyed. So much for the song that I've sang with great intentions, "Although no one go with me, still I will follow." That's hard stuff. To admit not obeying the Word of God!
But I share this with you so that you can see my relief to find the church I attended this morning. Two girls from the Singles group were baptized this morning. And guess who was standing in support of them. The ENTIRE gynormous Singles group! Not only did they stand, they cheered and celebrated the obedience of their friends! That is community. That is something worth cheering for! That support makes me want to be brave and walk into a room full of strangers next Sunday and say, I want to join you. I want to walk this walk with you. I want to encourage you. I want you to encourage me. Let's seek Jesus together.

But encourage one another daily, as long as it is called “Today,” so that none of you may be hardened by sin’s deceitfulness.
Hebrews 3:13

To be who I am looking for

2011-01-12T20:05:00.000-08:00

I started this post a couple of weeks ago and never finished. Here's the first part:
Work has been like a great wave--heavy, strong, crushing, and sudden.
As an accountant I know that close (aka, the first couple work days of a month) will always be busy. However, there is a difference between impossibly overwhelming and busy.
Today when I was pulling out of the parking garage I thought, even if I were married, I bet my husband wouldn't look forward to me coming home after work. My entire body is tense and sore and all of my thoughts are anxious.
I'm sure I once read somewhere, that while we are waiting for our ideal spouse, we should work on becoming the person they would want to be with. Which is another way of putting "become the person you want to be" since we attract who we are, and therefore want to attract who we want to be. Follow?

And this is the part I continued tonight...
This was an ah-ha moment for me. This means change is necessary. In five years, I won't magically be the person I want to be if I don't make calculated steps to becoming that person.
A sermon I heard this weekend mentioned Romans 12:2, which says, "Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is--his good, pleasing and perfect will."
We can know what God's will is! And it is GOOD and PLEASING and PERFECT. I need to constantly remind myself of this truth.
When J and I finally ended our looooong term relationship, I kept telling myself, "Trust and obey, for there is no other way." I knew it was in God's will for us to end the relationship. And I had to obey. I had put off obeying for about a year, and believe some sad things came from it. Right now I don't like us being apart and feel tempted to pray for God to change J's heart. But instead, I have to remind myself to pray for God's will to be shown to us.
I shared all of this to say, my first change is going to be the way I seek God. I have to SEEK him. The verse I quoted said that to be able to test and approve God's will, we have to renew our minds. We renew our minds by reading the Bible--the very words of God.
My next change is to support my first change. I must get involved at church, preferably in the singles group. This has me considering moving closer to the city so I can go to a singles group that has singles my age, instead of 39 year olds.

With these changes, I also plan on learning to play the guitar, going to Hawaii with my sister (and hopefully my friend Abbi), going on a mission trip, taking some time to serve people in Houston, and beginning the teacher certification program. 2011 is going to be busy and exciting!
If you've taken the time to read this far. Thanks. xoxo

I want to leave the bed unmade

2011-01-01T18:29:00.001-08:00

On the morning of the last day of 2010, Abbi and I got up to make caramel rolls and plan our day. After taking my puppy out to potty, I walked back in my room and saw my bed in its white glory and thought, THAT is welcoming.

Just A Little Kindness

2010-12-24T10:53:00.000-08:00

"A little thought and a little kindness are often worth more than a great deal of money."
John Ruskin

After a day of lounging, napping, and watching movies, it was time to get my laziness off of the couch and MOVE. Lucky for me, my friend C was up for a trip to look at Christmas lights. In our green and red plaid pajama pants, with Zoey in the backseat, we headed off into the Livable Forest.

To our surprise, we found two homes whose yards were full of spectators. Cars lined the streets as people carried their babies and puppies to visit strangers' yards to see the elaborate train and village displays.

At the second home, we were greeted by a nice man holding an adorable baby girl. He playfully leaned her toward me and said, "Merry Christmas." Zoey gently pawed at the man's leg wanting to see the baby.
The owner of the home came out to talk to us and explained how they protect the display every night. After chatting for a few minutes, he said we were welcome any time.

I told my roommate about his comment and she reminded me that I've been told that by other strangers--the owners of the dogs that I found a year ago.

All of that to say, be kind, welcoming, graceful, and gentle. It brings more joy to others than any bought gift ever can.

venturing into the unknown

2010-12-12T20:53:00.001-08:00

I have continued my house hunting, and this time have expanded my search south. The charm of early 1900's homes have pulled me there. My roommate & I went to look at a small bungalow today. Since then, I have been weighing the pros and cons of the small house without a fireplace or second bath, and a slightly more expensive home that has both and is much larger. To become a knowledgable consumer I looked into each home's tax appraisals and printed the history for each.
A surprise that comes from wireless printing is coming into your room to see a mess of papers waiting on you.

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A Hungry Wheaten

2010-11-09T18:09:00.000-08:00

2010-10-23T20:26:00.001-07:00

Instructions for living a life. Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. ~Mary Oliver

As Simple As That

2010-10-05T19:53:00.000-07:00

Since Etsy knows me so well, they kindly suggested the Maro Designs etsy store to me, "where everything is better on a stick."
Not only would these be great for parties (you know, then ones I plan in my head), but they could be easy Halloween costumes for the guys who refuse to put on a REAL costume.

http://www.etsy.com/shop/MaroDesigns

I love Fall (#2)

2010-09-26T20:05:00.000-07:00

I've been meaning to write about Fall since the first day of Fall. But I think it is fitting that I waited until today.
Since the storm rolled through on Saturday night, it has been absolutely perfect outside. (The storm on the other hand, caused me much grief. Zoey manages to destroy something every time it storms. Just when I think I've dog proofed the place, she shows me what else she can do. We are still a little mad at each other.) Back to the weather. In my fantasy world, I would sleep under the stars tonight. Or at the very least, with the window open. But seeing as how I can see a very busy highway from my window, it will remain shut.
Enjoy the breeze. Read a book with the windows open. Go for a bike ride. Do some outdoor home improvements. Or just sit on the grass with your dog. Whatever you do, take time to notice the perfect temperature and the good hair day the lower humidity is bound to bring.
Somehow, Fall makes me relax better than any other season can.
So for now, I will enjoy the weather and dream of trick-or-treating on Halloween.

My Secret

2010-09-25T14:23:00.000-07:00

Last Sunday I taught Zoey girl to 'high-five.' I posted a video of our success on Facebook.

High Five from Heather Noske on Vimeo.

I also showed the trick off to my family and Jonathan. A couple of people asked, "Why do you touch her chin?"
I'd been found out.

The thing is, I taught her to do the high five by placing a treat under her chin. If I had put it in front of her face, she would have come after it with her mouth. By putting it under her chin, she had to use her paw to have me move my hand. Each time she touched my hand, I would say "High Five!". I knew that if I kept associating the paw to hand contact with the term, she would eventually "High Five" on voice command. And that she does. I tried it last night (with out a treat and without touching her) and up came her cute little paw. Gotta love her.

Lord, send me one just like this. Please.

2010-09-24T21:15:00.001-07:00

Ok, I'll be open minded. But I just L-O-V-E the lead singer of Tenth Avenue North. This video is enough to make me want to learn to play the guitar.

Circle in the sky from last weekend

2010-09-19T21:30:00.000-07:00

I saw it while at the Lamar game in Beaumont, and my FB friends in Houston were talking about it, too. So here's the info:

http://www.click2houston.com/anthonyblog/index.html

*Scroll to the Sept 14th entry.

Hi there

2010-09-15T18:29:00.001-07:00

And the week has finally allowed me a night to stay home and do the things I should and want to do. Like, take the sweet puppy dog for a walk like she deserves. And make my bed. And blog. And make dinner at home (more on that later.) And make some perfect chocolate cookies.

The cookies are easy as pie, or cake. 2 eggs, 1/3 cup vegetable oil, sugar, and a devil's food cake mix combined with a strong arm for mixing a tough dough, and you get wonderful cookies. J made these for me recently, but I found the same recipe here: Cake Mix Cookies.

I also tried on my new boots. I ordered them 2 weeks ago, picked them up last night, and tried them on tonight. Like? I love.

So about cooking dinner at home. Now is the time to save money. The reason? A home. A home with a lawn, back door, and hopefully a fireplace. I've been talking to a realtor who has given me estimates of what to expect for a monthly note including taxes and insurance. But to get there, I need to save some more cash for the closing costs so that I can use my saved amount on the down payment. And then I have to orchestrate it perfectly so that I'm not paying a mortgage and apartment rent at the same time. (That's a stressful idea.) I will also need to save for a washer and dryer. I feel that will be the first purchase, and after that, I'll be buying paint--grey and white come to mind. I'm really excited and will keep you posted. Of course, this all hangs on whether or not I have a job after my company does organizational changes come mid October.

Had I not decided to save money today, I would have gone to the store tonight and bought the supplies to make this pretty wreath.

If you are a good friend of mine and you buy a house soon, I'll make you one as a house warming gift. ;)

I gave in

2010-09-04T11:53:00.001-07:00

...and ordered the new Kindle.

Why I haven't posted

2010-09-02T20:12:00.000-07:00

How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.

-Henry David Thoreau

I spent the weekend living, and the week working and recovering.

What will I be?

2010-08-24T17:11:00.000-07:00

its only Tuesday.

I have a fun trip to Austin planned for the weekend, but I'm too bogged down with the week to think about it. I've gotten to the point that I don't know how I'll make myself go back tomorrow. May I borrow from Ecclesiastes, and say, "Its all meaningless."

I see the blogs by teachers and stay at home moms, and I'm so jealous. jealous. jealous.

And it makes me wonder, what will I be? Teacher? Or will I work for a non-profit organization (food bank, homeless shelter...)? I'm searching for that job that makes me say, "I get paid for this?"

I know this much, I can't stay stationary all day, I need to help people, and I need interaction in greater quantities.

On my way to being a teacher

2010-08-18T18:11:00.001-07:00

I've been talking about getting my teacher certification for a looong time. This was going to be the semester to start. I've already looked at the class schedule and settled on Saturday morning classes.

So tonight I went out on the patio with Zoey. And while she was on alert for any passing dogs, I started filling out the application to get into the program. That's when I realized that I am supposed to have RECENT standardized test scores.

Scores must be within 5 years of acceptance into the program! You have got to be kidding me! I have a bachelor's degree and almost 2 years of experience, and I have to go take the SAT with my little sister who is graduating from college. Maybe she'll loan me the study book I bought her.

Calming down a bit, I am considering the THEA. Dear teacher friends, did you take this test? If so, do you have any tips? Study guides?

So it looks like it'll be another semester before I start classes.

Oh, I love that feeling!

2010-08-16T19:56:00.000-07:00

These are feelings that I really like, and worry that I can't adequately describe. So you'll just have to go try them for yourself.

-going from the nearly too cold AC, to the just-right-warmth outside for a few minutes. It instantly relaxes my body.

-going from the water (whether it be bath or pool) to bed. Refreshing.

I am experiencing this right now, actually. I washed my feet and legs before getting into bed because I had to walk Zoey through the wet grass tonight.

-waking up in the tent to a cool morning and seeing the sun filter through the leaves above.

Projects

2010-08-15T18:20:00.000-07:00

I want to leave a legacy. I want my children and grandchildren to know and remember me--even the me before they existed. I understand that after my grandchildren, I'll only be a name on a family tree. However, I will work to keep my memory alive. What better way than to publish my blog in book form? Its like a journal, except I've already excluded all of the secret things I won't want my grandchildren to know about.

Therefore, tonight I started the project of transforming Classic Heather into a book.

My boyfriend (dear future grandchildren, his name is Jonathan. Will he be your grandpa? We'll have to wait and see, and trust that God is the blessed Controller) bought a sail boat this past week. He has spent the whole day cleaning it, and called to tell me that he wants me to make curtains for it. I asked, "Why me?" because I'm not the most capable with the sewing machine. After the frustrations of setting up the machine, I'm spent! But knowing that he wants ME to do them, and is giving me the license to do some nesting in the new boat, makes me so excited. I think I'll go get the sewing machine down now. If I manage to set it up, I should probably also hem those great pants that I bought from Gap.

Brunch, Shopping, Dinner, and a "Cute" Movie

2010-08-14T16:51:00.000-07:00

My sister is staying the weekend with me. Her being here keeps me from thinking of the things I NEED to do, and allows me to live and just be. We had brunch at La Madeleine where I realized I'm an eater and crepes with strawberries is not enough to fill me! So my fork made several trips over to Lacie's plate to steal some of her hashbrowns. They were wonderful, by the way.

Later, we went shopping at Home Goods and Target. Home Goods has such beautiful things, at great prices! I got a basket for Zoey's toys, a new elephant toy for Zoey, a gift for Erica, and a white round platter that's selling point was, "From the oven to the table."

*I told her I had something for her, and she started jumping, eager to find out what it was. As soon as I pulled it out of the bag she took it and started playing. This made my heart flutter since she has just started playing recently.

*This is how she left the new elephant.

*$12.99!

*Doesn't this say Nantucket? (I've never been, but I'll just assume.)

This platter inspired our dinner: baked corn on the cob, red onions, red potatoes, and shrimp. It's in the oven now. So while we wait for dinner to be done, we are enjoying crackers and cheese, and watching what my sister calls a "cute" movie. Otherwise known as Wedding Crashers. Funny, yes. But cute, I am not so sure.

"Shut your mouth when you talk to me!" ha ha...

Happy girl?

2010-08-11T19:31:00.000-07:00

Why is that my girl wants to be playful after she's gotten in trouble? It seems like the worse the punishment, the more eager she is to play. Does she know that playing makes me happy, and she's trying to compensate for making me upset (by playing in the trash)?

I got the trash together so I could take it to the dumpster. Then I went to my room to touch up my pedicure. I heard something. Coming from the dining room. Not Zoey eating. Not Zoey playing with her bone. Ah. The trash! I put the nail polish down and rushed to the dining room in time to catch her in the act and spanked her rear end. (Don't worry, it wasn't too hard!) She ducked her tail and head, and went to my room, even glancing back at me with big eyes. After a few minutes I called her from underneath the bed for some lovin'. She kept rolling over with her mouth open and responded to my every move. So I introduced the LION that she hasn't played with since I washed it after bringing her home. (The LION came with her from her foster home. I didn't wash it at first and she played with it all the time.)

In order: under the bed pouting, playing, and being a happy girl. Is she a masochist?

The Cutest Verb

2010-08-11T16:37:00.000-07:00

This morning when I left for work, I left a dog at home. When I got back, I had a puppy.

When I took her to walk, she would suddenly burst into a romp. It was like she couldn't contain the excitement within her little body.

And that's why I love being a doggy mommy.

Have you noticed?

2010-08-10T18:40:00.000-07:00

Shh...don't let it get out too loudly, but it is getting darker earlier. This can only mean one thing. Fall is around the corner.

Just a month ago I could keep walking Zoey until 9:00 PM. That's not the case now. We better head out much earlier if we are going to escape the bats that come out at dusk. Seriously, they swoop down out of no where and have me ducking. Does Zoey notice? Nope.

I plan on squeezing as much Summer out of the next few weeks as possible. I at least need a hint of a tan line!

I've said this before, but I'll repeat it. God did such a great job with the seasons. Just when I'm tired of one, another one begins. And how glorious are the first few days of Spring (with all of the flowers and leaves that appear from no where), Fall (when the leaves begin to change and fall, and the crisp feeling returns to the air), and Winter (wait, we don't really have that one), and Summer (when you go swimsuit shopping and plan on spending the weekends *where the map turns blue.) *I had to steal that from Brad Paisley.*

Fall, I'm not quite ready for you yet. But when you get here, I plan on having everything smell like pumpkin spice. I'll also use you as an excuse to go boot shopping.

My Weekend (with picture proof)

2010-08-09T18:01:00.000-07:00

Friday: I tried to nap after work. I was so tired from a very hard week. But having a doggy who would really like to go for a ride makes ithard to nap. So I finally got up and cleaned, cleaned, and cleaned. Laundry, floors (including mopping all ofthe pawprints up), changed the sheets, dusted, and polished the wood furniture, and windex-ed the windows that had nose prints on them.

Saturday: Busy day of chores. Haircut (I wish the head massage part lasted longer). Quick trip to Randalls for a fresh bagel. But I forgot thecream cheese.Zoey to the groomer. Car inspection. Oil change. Car wash. Look for blinds to replace the ones Zoey destroyed. Ran into my friend and her husband at Lowe's. (Did you know that's where all of the cute young married couples hang out?) I bet you also didn't know it would cost $115 to replace 3 plain mini-blinds?! Packed the car (including food, toys, and a kennel for Zoey.) Picked Zoey up. Went for a car ride to Beaumont for dinner and a movie with my friend, Abbi. Of course I had to drop Zoey off at the boyfriend's family's house where I called to check on her in between dinner and the movie. BTW: I've seen that dogs and kids make my boyfriend's dad a real softy. I think I even heard some baby-puppy talk on the phone when I called. Cute.

Sunday: {Country} church. Maybe this is whatit means to get back to your roots. I've almost forgotten where I come from. I now live where everything is big, except for coffee shops that were intentionally made small so we can feel cozy. Its nice to visit small again. It took me 3 seconds within the door of the churchto recognize thetouch of Jonathan. He had replaced the mini blinds with a much nicer bamboo style rolling curtain. I didn't even have to ask. I knew he had done it. After church we waited for him to shut every thing down. I even got to help by turning off the amps. (Using the very left knobs, turn the volume all the way down. And then turn off the power.)

After church we had McAlisters. Yum. Then we drove around looking for houses that I could dream of buying. Here's one that was for sale.

Later we went swimming with my Zoey

These things make me :)

2010-08-06T19:39:00.000-07:00

A crazy woman!

2010-08-05T20:55:00.000-07:00

Ever heard of Addison Road?

If not, it doesn't matter. But go check out their song Hope Now on iTunes.

Then head to the lead singer's blog to read about a funny true-life experience.

Link below:

http://www.jennysimmons.com/2010/08/long-live-crazies.html

After reading it, do you think the lady bought an extra seat for her friend?

Wheaten Terrier on Regis & Kelly

2010-08-04T19:22:00.000-07:00

Nacho Cheese

2010-08-04T17:43:00.000-07:00

Tonight is Nacho Night!

A few months ago, while at a baseball game with a new friend, I was eating my messy ballpark nachos and talking too much about how much I loved nachos when he asked me if I prefer real queso or concession cheese.

I consider myself a classy girl (most of the time). But I had to answer honestly and say that I would choose nacho cheese.

The only thing that has changed from when I was a little girl who made mud pies is that I now want peppers on top.

Ways to know you're growing up:

-you want onions on your hamburger

-you want peppers on your nachos

Chimichurri's

2010-08-03T20:05:00.000-07:00

A friend from way back was in town a few weeks ago and to celebrate we planned a girl's night out. I rushed home from work to meet my friends at the apartment. (I quickly bathed and dried Zoey so she would be cuddle worthy of everyone who walked in the door.)

Once the girls arrived, we rushed around my bathroom adding makeup, fixing hair, borrowing shoes, and steaming clothes. We made our reservations for 7:30 and managed to arrive only a few minutes late.

Dinner was at Chimichurri's. I describe it as classy South American food. Basically, you want to be looking your best, and be ready to enjoy some really good food with people that you want to chat with.

I had the plantain crusted chicken. Yummy! It was served with machego cheese and tomato slices. And as an added piece of comfort, it was atop mashed potatoes.

So, if you want to take me on a date. I'll make the reservations. Just let me know.

1 month

2010-08-03T19:27:00.001-07:00

We made it.

1 month.

1 month ago today I met Zoey. I was just going to meet her and see if I thought we would be a good match. There was no promise that she was going to come home with me. But once I saw her, I never considered leaving without her.

In the beginning J compared her to Max from The Grinch. Furry, sad, ears down low, but still sweet. On day 3, after she wouldn't eat her food, we took a group trip to Petco to let her pick out a food that she would eat. While there, J's mom was scanning through a book about adopting pets. She read, "an adopted dog's personality probably won't be revealed for a few months after coming to live in their new home." That was so true. I've seen an evolution in my dog. And I imagine it will only get better! (As long as the storm monsters stay away!)

Today while walking her I realized that I've felt much more fulfilled since I've had her. I think I need something to take care of/pour myself into. The last few years of my life I had work and college to pour myself into. And then for the last year and half, there has just been work. Which was kind of depressing by itself.

Now I have Zoey to keep me busy. And I'm very thankful. Just another one of those blessings from God that I couldn't have written better.

This Weekend

2010-08-02T17:42:00.000-07:00

Yes, it is only Monday, but I'm already planning the weekend. And not because it is going to be a blast, but because I mean for it to be productive.

-oil change

-car wash

-hair cut

-Zoey's hair cut

-get window blinds made to replace the ones Zoey destroyed

-I may also look for somewhere to live that is closer to work.

(I'm watching the Bachelorette and Chris just said, "wicked amazing". I love him.)

But I'd also like to have fun with friends and my dog. Will both be possible?

That's My Girl (and boy)

2010-08-01T18:57:00.000-07:00

Swimsuit

2010-07-30T21:22:00.000-07:00

After seeing pictures of me in a swimsuit while I was in Belize, I realized the days of the bikini are over...for now.

Since I'm going to the beach this weekend, I didn't have much time to find a swimsuit. After giving up at Target, I went to Macy's where I bought the only decent one I could find. Its nothing that I would normally pick out. And the price kind of knocked me over. Regularly $100. On sale for $75! And I didn't even love it. And the little Polo guy didn't even stand out to say, "I spent to much for this." The Polo guy was black on the black fabric. Virtually invisible!

Tonight I picked up my sister to stay the weekend with me and she needed to go buy a swimsuit bottom because someone 'took' hers. How this happens, I don't know. We stopped by Wal-Mart and I figured I should see what they had. Ta-da a black swimsuit for $15.

What do you think? Take back the $75 one? I think so!

this weekend

2010-07-29T10:39:00.001-07:00

This weekend I will get my summer in. I will make up for the sun I have missed. I will relax; avoid thinking of what I need to do. I will get up when my body says to. That way I can fit more life in the day. I will read, spend time with my sister, and reserve enough energy to be fun so and adventurous. AND, I will stay off of Facebook!

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2010-07-25T20:09:00.000-07:00

Should I say I'm sorry for all of the Zoey posts? If I did, I would be lying because I just can't help myself. (It'll get better with time!)

Wheaten terriers are known for their greeting. So I was searching YouTube for "wheaten greetin'". Zoey was asleep when I started watching one of the videos. She got up, ran to the dining room, and starting barking. This is 'important' because when I first got her, I thought there was something wrong with her because she never barked. Because it was late, I told her to stop and I carried her back to my room where she sat on my lap to watch the video. She did the side-to-side doggy smart look and I melted. So by the time I opened Photobooth and figured out how to record and watch YouTube at the same time, her interest was slightly drained. But I was still able to get some of her smart doggy look! Again, this is cool because J and I also tried to get her to watch doggy YouTube when I first got her and she was not interested in the least.

Zoey watching YouTube from Heather Noske on Vimeo.

Sleepy paw

2010-07-22T19:53:00.000-07:00

Because of Zoey, I now know:

2010-07-21T19:27:00.001-07:00

-the apartment complex has the grass cut every Tuesday.

-the way the sun looks at 6:50 am as it cuts through the trees.

-it is plausible to mop the bathroom floor every day.

-Enzo from "The Art of Racing in the Rain" was right when he said that dogs could rule the world if they only had opposable thumbs. Translated: Dogs are much smarter than they are given credit for.

-people moving in upstairs sounds like thunder.

-people who have kids or enclosed dogs, should not be long-distance commuters. Commuting is time that could have been spent with them.

-(clean) dogs make kids and adults smile.

-people are more likely to approach you or start talking to you if there is a sweet puppy by your side.

-having a dog as a traveling companion is a lot like traveling with an infant. You must pack something for them to drink, eat, and poop in. (Sorry, it's true.)

-it is a great feeling when your dog is happy. It makes all of the other times worth it. And if this is true with a dog, I can only imagine what it will be like to see my future kids happy. And on a larger scale, when God sees us, His people, in His will.

-it is nice to have a 'wheaten greetin'

-having a bed partner isn't so bad either.

Highs and Lows

2010-07-20T17:15:00.000-07:00

After wanting a dog for nearly two years, I finally got one. When I dreamed of getting a dog, I imagined I would blog about her. But as reality is always different from my dreams, I haven't wanted to say much about her on my blog.

Why?

Because I'm never sure she is staying!

This dog's personality ebbs and flows. When she's happy, I want to blog about how wonderful of a dog I have. *Example: Last Friday night she was excited to go and had me laughing and amazed at how smart she is. Then we went to an outdoor concert where people kept stopping to pet her. One guy came back at least 3 times to talk to and pet her. They even shared some kisses. (aww) By the end of the night I was thinking, "How did I get so lucky to get such a wonderful dog?"

Fast forward. Stop. Not to far...Sunday is far enough to give you a glimpse of the not so wonderful dog that I was given. ("Given" because I won't claim her in these moments.)

Zoey (the dog) is terribly afraid of thunderstorms and fireworks. She shakes, paces, climbs on tables, counters, desks, and beds. She normally ends up letting loose of some liquid, too. Then she paws at the windows until she destroys the blinds. She has also removed carpet and carpet padding, and moved a very heavy dresser. On Sunday, while I was downtown, I left her out with Erica. When Erica had to go to the store, she put Zoey in her kennel. Once the thunder-demons started, Zoey knew she had to get out of her kennel, and out the windows to attack the thunder. (I'll romanticize it so I don't get angry.) She managed to collapse one of the sides of her kennel (I have no idea how) and proceeded to attack nearly all of the window blinds: the ones in my bedroom (which I just replaced from last week's fiasco), the living room, the door to the patio, the dining room, and the kitchen (meaning she climbed on the counters.)

Sunday night I came home to a late night of cleaning and a trip to Wal-Mart to buy 14 carabiner hooks to secure her kennel. And it is on days like these, that I consider sending her back to her foster home and claiming that I was only temporarily fostering her.

If you notice that I suddenly stop making references to Zoey, just know that she escaped from her kennel once again and destroyed something during a storm. And once you know that, it'll be safe to assume she has packed her bags for Austin to visit her foster mom. Because this mommy doesn't have a concrete cell for her.

And for that, please don't judge me. For the fear of admitting my failure is the reason I haven't spoken much of her on Classic Heather.

If you ever want to dog-sit. Just let me know.

xoxo,

Heather

Are you sure everyone knows something?

2010-07-17T20:36:00.000-07:00

I found this while investigating other people's Facebook friends. This person had it saved in their photos and it was titled "Baby blog." Therefore, I had to see. But, wow. I was not expecting this!
(If you can't see it, click on the picture.)

Ready to go?

2010-07-16T21:39:00.000-07:00

The last post referred to my melancholy dog. She is melancholy no more. Given time, she has warmed up to being here. If I get her a yard, I'm sure she'll be an ecstatic dog! Want proof?
Zoey loves to go. And she was extra frisky tonight because I gave her a bath before we left. My thought process was she would get more loving from strangers if she was clean and fluffy!

Excuse my loud screeching, but I was having so much fun with Zoey!

Ready to go? from Heather Noske on Vimeo.

I wasn't just teasing her. We really were going. We went to an outdoor concert where she had fun. She made friends quickly. There was one guy who came back to see her several times. He knelt down to her level. She put her paws on his shoulder and shared some kisses. :)

Melancholy Dog

2010-07-10T11:50:00.001-07:00

DSC_0375, originally uploaded by HNClassic.

I can't seem to get Zoey to play. Any ideas?

Zoey

2010-07-03T15:43:00.001-07:00

DSC_0114, originally uploaded by HNClassic.

Meet Zoey.
I met her today.
We wore each other out, so now we're resting in bed.

anxious

2010-06-28T11:02:00.001-07:00

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition,with thanksgiving present your requests to God.
-Philippians 4:6

(A reminder as I work through a Bible study about contentment.)

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A trip back...

2010-06-27T20:42:00.001-07:00

DSC_0007, originally uploaded by HNClassic.

I haven't been to my college town in quite some time. After living in the city, driving there during my visit seemed relaxing. There are a couple of new restaurants, but the same great people are still there.

While there, I even had some fun with the dog and my beef jerky. (I may have teased her a little bit, but in the end, I gave in.) The rest of the pictures are on Flickr--click on the picture to see the set from June 27th!

Friday Night

2010-06-25T21:03:00.001-07:00

I had no plans tonight. And I didn't feel the desire to make any. I considered going to see Toy Story 3, but thought staying home and resting would be better for tonight.

I have Etsy-ed, Facebook-ed (and boy is everyone boring tonight!), and read.
On Etsy I found:
-these earrings
-this hair comb

I've been reading a new book called "Sit". It has been entertaining from the very first page. (If I have to work to enjoy a book, chances are I will give up on it for a few months or forever.) Its a nearly perfect book for me. Chic-lit humor and reality mixed with dog love.
A quick synopsis of what I know so far, Savannah's best friend marries the guy that Savannah is in love with. The friend's wealthy mom knows that the new husband reciprocates these feelings, and thus tries to pay Savannah to move away and start a life somewhere else. In Savannah's drunken misery, she orders a puppy online--and instead gets a well trained, $6,001 dog, who is trained in Slovak!

How old would you be?

2010-06-22T20:13:00.000-07:00

How old would you be if you didn't know how old you were?" - Satchel Paige

(I don't know this little girl. But I couldn't help but take a picture of her the other day. I hope her mom doesn't care.)

I want to see Toy Story 3. Date please?

2010-06-21T18:41:00.000-07:00

Getting Crafty

2010-06-20T13:17:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, while at my friend Lindsey's baby shower, (congrats to her!) my friend Vicki mentioned painting canvases. Hobby Lobby had canvases on sale & Vicki is busy decorating her new space so it was the perfect project for her.

Our conversation went like this:
"We should do that together."
"Yeah, we should do it soon."
"Like today, tomorrow?"
"Today."

So newly-wed Christiana and talented Vicki came over to spread paint with me. (Check out Vicki's photography blog here: http://www.shuttershotsblog.com/)

Christiana was in mass-production mode--creating two in the time that it took me to do 1/2 of one and for Vicki to do one. Why am I always the slow one?

Girls, I want pictures of these hanging in your houses so I can share the after-after pictures. ;)

Dance Party

2010-06-19T07:53:00.000-07:00

Family dance party. Embarrassing, maybe. Fun, yes.

Dance Party from Heather Noske on Vimeo.

Precious? Yes.

2010-06-16T19:53:00.001-07:00

Wasting the night looking through Flickr.

pLay

2010-06-16T15:59:00.001-07:00

I had lunch with a co-worker today. He suggested the burger place in the park. As soon as you reach the first block of the park, you can smell summer (aka, chlorine). It was great to see the kids full of joy and playing in the fountains. Now I want to play, too. Should I swim or bike ride when I get home?
So to you, get off the computer and go play. If you have kids or pets you have no excuse to not be playing.
-xoxo
Heather

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Back of the bus

2010-06-15T15:48:00.001-07:00

Today I am riding in the very back seat of the bus. Everything is intensified back here: vibrations, noise, BUMPS, and sways. But from back here I get to spy on people. One lady is crocheting a baby blanket with a chunky wood crochet needle. But from here I can't tell if its for her own baby.

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New Shoes

2010-06-15T06:02:00.001-07:00

Like?
Their clearance tag at Dillards wouldn't let me leave them there.

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Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-taah

2010-06-14T19:33:00.000-07:00

I just ordered a lens that I've been looking at for months! I'm so excited that I even upgraded to 2 day shipping. It'll be here in time for the weekend for a free outdoor concert on Friday night and a baby shower on Saturday.

Pic by Dexell 1827
For other doggy pics taken with this lens, check out their Flickr HERE.

After work chores

2010-06-14T16:21:00.003-07:00

I left work on time today, therefore I feel like I've been given the gift of time. I am using this gift to get my car washed and to go pick up my contacts. I normally don't eat the free popcorn at the car wash, but I was hungry and accidently finished the entire bag.
While sitting here I heard a mom ask her son to "come here." Guess what his response was.

"Hold on woman!"

My jaw fell and I stared, sharing in the rudeness, I guess. My plea to the world is: please do a better job raising your kids. They really are our future. And when I am old I don't want them to be my doctors and nurses if you don't teach them respect.

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17 Cherry Tree Lane

2010-06-12T21:12:00.000-07:00

Abbi and I took a mini-road trip to Galveston today. We ended our evening on The Strand listening to a Zydeco band and people watching. I was also building watching when I noticed a building that made me think we were at 17 Cherry Tree Lane. You know, the Banks family home in Mary Poppins? I can just see Mary Poppins on the other side of those windows on the top floor.

Key Lime Pie

2010-06-10T17:19:00.001-07:00

Here is the recipe that I used recently to make my key lime pie. I found it at allrecipes.com!

Ingredients:
1 (9 inch) prepared graham cracker crust
2 egg yolk, beaten (optional)
1/4 cup key lime juice
1 (14 ounce) can sweetened condensed milk

Directions
Whisk the egg yolks into the milk. Stir in lime juice until well combined. Pour filling into graham cracker crust.
Refrigerate for 2 hours if made without egg yolks, 4 hours or overnight with egg yolks.'

I highly recommend it! Enjoy!

Pace Myself

2010-06-08T18:46:00.000-07:00

I love Charles Martin's books. His latest one came out on June 1st. I had pre-ordered it so I didn't get it in the mail until this past weekend. I have been reading it quicker than I would like; I know I'll be sad when its over. Then, what will I read? I've read all of his other books, already. The one I am reading right now, The Mountain Between Us, is so good that I want to stay up at night to read, and I don't want to get off of the bus in the morning to go to work because I want to keep reading.
I love his books because they aren't limited to a sappy-girl audience (like Nicholas Sparks'). I think guys (who like to read) would enjoy his books. Specifically, I think they would like this one. It's about survival (think Survivor Man in a book), love, family, friendship, and life. The characters in Charles Martin's books are always so real to me. I find myself thinking about them weeks after I've finished a book.
I'm off to go read again. But not too much. I want the book to get me through the week.
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Update: I sat down to read and the book mark never made it back to the book. I couldn't help but finish it tonight.

Memorial Day 2010 Panorama

2010-06-06T11:18:00.001-07:00

Memorial Day 2010 Panorama copy, originally uploaded by HNClassic.

On the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend we were driving through historic downtown Livingston on our way to the lake when we spotted a lawn full of US flags. The annoying girl in me piped up and asked if we could turn around to take pictures. The brat in me is glad I got my way. Luckily, my talented friend was there. He had an idea to do a panoramic so that we could get the whole lawn. Click, scoot, click, scoot, click, scoot, click, scoot, click, scoot, click, head back to the truck.

When we got 'home' the next day, he showed me how to photomerge the pictures in Photoshop. Since then, I've figured I should learn to use photoshop for something other than enlarging or shrinking things: my chubby arms, eyes, or swimsuit shots in general. ;) (There is a story there, but I won't share it with the blogger world.)

Anyway, I googled photoshop tutorials and came up with this site: http://photoshoptutorials.ws/. There they had a step by step guide for photo merging. If you have photoshop, try it.

San Pedro

2010-06-05T20:40:00.000-07:00

Today while at the eye doctor's office I was flipping through Travel and Leisure and saw an article about San Pedro, Belize. I was there just a few weeks ago and felt so stylish (ha) to have recently visited the cover story location of T&L.
So I guess its about time I share my experience in Belize with you! Here comes my most memorable times:

-Day long catamaran trip on "El Gato". We made two snorkeling stops: Hol Chan and Shark Ray Alley. I got to swim with sea turtles in the aqua-clear water of Hol Chan.

When we came up from the water, the captain had watermelon and pineapple sliced and waiting for us. Yum! Then we had rum punch while waiting on lunch to finish cooking. During this time, a storm rolled in and we sat covered in rain slickers and waited for it to pass. Then we ate and headed to Shark Ray Alley. Here we got to see some amazing coral clusters. Did you know that sea fans are in constant motion as if dancing? As the name implies, we also got to snorkel feet from SHARKS and sting rays. Don't worry, they were nurse sharks--harmless, or so I'm told.

-Riding through the small streets on the back of a golf cart--the main mode of transportation in San Pedro. We drove past people's small homes with sheet covered windows and doors. In the evenings, locals would sit outside their front door (basically on the street) and just be. Some were alone, some were sitting silent with another local, and some were laughing with friends. I found myself staring at them 'being.' They had nothing in their hands--no lap tops, no cell phones, no book. Could I do that?

-There were dogs everywhere. I even made a friend in one. I made the happy 'mistake' of petting it. Then its tail started wagging which lead to a game of fetch with a coconut nut. Then it followed me home and waited outside the door until we left. Luckily, people in Belize speak English, so the dog understood "sit" and "shake." Before that moment, I had never considered not being able to communicate with a dog who understands a language other than English.

-Visiting the local school--Holy Cross Anglican School. This school is fully funded by donations. They are giving these kids an education and knowledge of Jesus and all of the truth within the Bible. I would love to go back and work at the school. There were actually some college students from Canada who were doing their student teaching here. How awesome is that!? Check out the school's website (http://www.holycrossbelize.org/) and donate!

-Learning that key lime pie from Caramba, a great local restaurant, is amazing! Before this trip I didn't like key lime pie. But now I know how I like it: very tart. I loved it so much that I have spent tonight squeezing key limes to make my own key lime pie.

To Be Comfortable

2010-06-01T20:14:00.000-07:00

I have gained so much weight in my stomach, hips, and thighs that sitting at work all day has become very uncomfortable. I'm constantly trying to find a more comfortable way to sit, but the fact is, nothing is comfortable when there is too much person living in a skirt. Not to mention the unflattering view in the swimsuit....

The desire to rip my clothes off as soon as I leave the office door is reason enough to make a change. So today I stopped by Target on my way home and bought a digital bathroom scale. I was shocked by what I saw. I think I truly thought it would read the same as it did when I was in high school. It didn't. I would have to lose 18.6 lbs to get back to that lovely number.

So, I think I am going to start off small and get back to my college weight. My 'wishful' goal will be to lose the 18.6. But my realistic goal will be 8.6 pounds. That's doable! Right?

My first strategy is going to be to eat only when my stomach is growling. Mostly, this means no more social-only lunches. I think those lunches combined with sitting ALL DAY is what created that extra 8.6 pounds to begin with.

Wish me luck.

Lost

2010-05-28T18:36:00.000-07:00

I've never watched Lost, but this video explanation makes me want to!

Belize

2010-05-12T19:38:00.000-07:00

I get to go to Belize on Friday. I don't really know what to expect, other than that the main mode of transportation on the island is golf carts.

*Photo from Flickr

It is true

2010-05-07T16:06:00.001-07:00

..but those who hope in the Lord

will renew their strength.

They will soar on wings like eagles;

they will run and not grow weary,

they will walk and not be faint.

Don't ask an accountant to dinner on the first few work days of the month. Chances are they are up to their elbows in spreadsheets, checklists, and journal entries. My company emerged from bankruptcy last Friday. We have three work days to "close the books" for the previous period. On the morning of the third workday, I knew my day would be hard and long. As I stepped onto the elevator, I prayed, "Lord, I know you are strong in my weakness. Please give me strength and wisdom today."

Up I went to my cubicle world. I remained there until 9:30 pm. Luckily, some co workers brought me cookies around 3:00. That was lunch and dinner. I don't share this to complain; I just want to create the setting for you.

I finally finished and had a guard walk me to my car. (Safety first.)

I got on the phone and started gabbing it up. Finally, as I got closer to home, I realized I wasn't EXHAUSTED OR STARVING. And I am a girl who requires a lot of rest and food!

The next morning I got up and thought of how crazy the day before had been. THEN I remembered that my prayer had included, "I will be sure to give you the glory." And I began to do just that. Thank you, my dear God. I continue to be amazed by the truth of your word.

Sharing my evening commute

2010-05-07T15:27:00.001-07:00

Look up

Sleep On It

2010-04-26T17:30:00.000-07:00

Several nights of my college life were spent bent over my desk trying to figure out accounting or math problems. Text books and homework problems are designed to have the easier problems in the beginning, and the truly thought provoking ones toward the end of the assignment. Because of that, I would breeze through the first few problems in my awake hours and struggle with the tough ones once my eyes and mind were exhausted. By my sophomore year, I knew when I had reached by peak (point of no return for the evening.) At that point I knew it was more beneficial for me to go to sleep.

I'd go to sleep, but my mind wouldn't stop thinking of the problem that I hadn't solved. I was notorious for dreaming of accounting. On other nights, if I woke up and looked at my alarm clock in the wee hours of the night, I'd do accounting for TIME in my sleep. Twisted, huh. Anyway, after all of that thinking, I'd wake up the next morning and go straight back to my problem and solve it immediately. It would be as if my hand couldn't keep up with the solution in my mind.

Today I saw an article on Yahoo that shared findings that proved I'm not alone in my sleep-solving. The article says of a study, "Participants attempted to navigate through a virtual, 3-D maze. Half of them then took a 90-minute nap. Those who dreamed about the maze were 10 times better at negotiating the task than other nappers or subjects who didn't sleep at all."

Does this mean I can ask my boss for a 90 minute nap when I'm stomped on an issue?