Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Cardboard Testimonies

Sunday's "cardboard testimonies" at the Global Impact Celebration service left a lingering impression. Getting to witness the beauty from restored brokenness of others was an emotionally moving reminder of how powerful He truly is and how loved we all are. He does provide. He does renew. Although I kept telling myself 'don't cry, don't cry', I cried. It wasn't like a blubbering flood of tears sobbing cry. But, a steady single tear at a time, unexplainable joy to the core cry. Instead of me trying to explain how powerful it is, I'll leave it to a few words on pieces of cardboard. These testimonies are from a different group, but the idea is the same.

" We are His portion and He is our prize, Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes...Oh how He loves us, How He loves us so."


Sunday, July 20, 2008

Hula Hoop Handbag

At the office, my senior lead informed me she had received an invitation for the Professional Women of North Alabama luncheon and asked if I'd be interested in attending with her. Figuring this sort of event would be good for my professional development, I decided to go. I was sure to wear my business pants and 'serious' heels on the day of the event. Expecting to hear a woman behind a podium speak on leadership and other career matters, I was surprised when I walked in the door to have a woman in roller skates utter 'Welcome to the 50's' as she draped a hot pink scarf around my neck.

We soon realized that this was a ministry group that was hosting this luncheon to celebrate hard working ladies in the area. The following day they would be hosting another luncheon for underprivileged women providing each one of them with a new business suit, shoes, handbag, and matching accessories.

We got to choose from a menu of: hamburger basket, cheeseburger basket, or hot dog basket with an ice cream sundae for dessert. As we were eating door prizes were given out. Just as I was finishing my ice cream sundae, it was announced there was a competition for the grand prize. The grand prize being a brand new $400 Kate Spade purse. The competition being a hula hoop contest.

Up for the challenge, I walked up front, grabbed a hoop, and took position. After three rounds of hula hooping with one round including clapping with hooping (in front of my coworkers and many other professinal women in the area, remember), I found myself to be the last one standing and walking away with the $400 Kate Spade bag! Ideally, the next time I find myself hula hooping will not be after indulging in a cheeseburger basket and ice cream sundae!

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Monday Mishap

It was a Monday. And, motivation was lacking when the morning alarm sounded. Subsequently, causing me to run late, losing against the constant ticking of time's hands. Interrupting the flow of me getting ready to leave for work, my mother (who was ready to leave) asked me to move my car as I had her blocked in the driveway.

I quickly slipped my feet into my old brown leather college style Rainbow flip flops for quicker speed in getting down the stairs, move my car, get back upstairs and finish getting ready. All was going well. Grabbed my lunch. Headed out the door.

After playing 45 minutes of traffic chess, I arrived at the scene of my crime. As soon as I stepped foot on the parking lot pavement I knew something wasn't right. I slowly looked down: black and white blouse (check), black dress pants (check), black slide on heels (not today!). On my feet, out of place as ever, were my brown leather flip flops.

Knowing there was no turning back, I tried to remain calm walking through the halls with little flipping or flopping. This is a first in my book. I blame it on Monday.

Monday, April 28, 2008

Spring Stringing

This spring I have taken up the acoustic guitar. I have now been playing for a total of three finger callousing weeks. The day I brought my guitar home my father decided he would tune it for me. Within a matter of minutes my "E" string was broken. He then told me to go back to the store and get myself another "E" string so he could repair it. Having just purchased the guitar my pride didn't want the guy that sold it to me think I was completely doomed on the instrument breaking a string so soon. Of course, I would tell him my father broke my "E" string. It could have been worse. It could have been the "G" string... which would just "sound" awkward in explaining.

With all strings attached, I have learned to play bits and pieces of different songs. At times when I practice, I want to pick up the guitar and mash it on the ground into pieces. This may be the closest to ever being "rock star like" I'll ever be.

Equations

"heat" + "high pollen count" = wandering through a field of poppies

Every time I go out and about during the heat of the day my eyes feel very sleepy. Just something I've noticed.

Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Sayonara Shelled Soul Mate

Apparently, turtles mate for life. As fate would have it, today was a sad day for one little turtle couple.

My youngest sister walked in the back door with crocodile tears welling up in her eyes. I inquired what was wrong and this was the tale:

"I was coming back from the doctor. I wanted to go for a longer drive so I decided to take the back roads. In front of me appeared two little turtles right in the middle of the road. I was driving too fast and couldn't slow down. Then, my car made a bad pop! And.....(sobbing at this point).... I could feel the thump. I looked in the rear view mirror and saw a shell broken to pieces and.... the other turtle all by itself. I ran over a TURTLE!!"

There we have it. My sister murdered one turtle's 'happily ever after'.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

Bunko Nights Pt. 2

Last night was my second attempt at playing Bunko. After fueling up on some pizza and introductions of new faces, the chattering simmered down for the first ringing of the bell. And then the volume reached a high decibel level. I came to a theory that having a loud spirit intimidates other players. Shrills of excitement leads other players to believe you have scored lots of points inducing a sense of urgency in the roller causing a release of dice with poor form. Hmmm?

With much concentration, I prevented myself from any inappropriate "BINGO" shouting. Plus "cool" points! However, with this concentration came a delayed "BUNKO" shouting preceded by a flailing arm movement or clapping.It was not attractive. Think of a mama seal. Minus "cool" points!

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Steamed Grass

Yesterday for lunch, I ventured over to the Bridgestreet area to try out their new Mexican restaurant with a co-worker. Our friendly waiter started to make us some fresh guacamole at the table side. He then proceeded to tell us that only fresh ingredients were used in the restaurant, fresh fish was shipped in each morning, and all dishes were authentic Mexican dishes. The fish of the day was salmon and that happened to be just what I wanted. So, I asked the waiter what sides did the salmon come with. Still stirring the guacamole concoction with his back towards me he replied mixed vegetables and steamed grass. Steamed grass? Well he did say these were "authentic" Mexican dishes and perhaps Mexicans like steamed grass. I pictured getting my plate of salmon with a side of green slimy and stringy muck I'd have to swirl on to my fork like spaghetti. With his back still facing me I replied, "Well, I've never tried steamed grass before." He wheeled himself around and gave me a strange look sputtering, "Never?!?". I'm now thinking I'm some oddity in this country that is apparently the only one who has never eaten steamed grass.

My co-worker at this point started laughing. Since the waiter had been facing her the whole time and she could hear both ends of the conversation, she knew he had been taking about "steamed rice" while I'd been talking about "steamed grass". Well, of course I've eaten steamed rice before and boy was I glad that was what came out on my plate instead of steamed grass!