Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Diaper Fairy?

I got home last night to find two giant boxes sitting in front of my door. There were no labels on them. I was curious about that mysterious delivery so I opened them. Each box contained six packages of adult incontinence briefs. I had two hundred (more or less) adult diapers sitting in my living room. We don't know who brought them and why. Later that evening we went door knocking asking if any of the neighbors were expecting a delivery of diapers. Once people stopped laughing they told us that "No, not mine. Yes, I am pretty sure." Everybody should go door to door carrying a package of adult diapers at least once in their lives. So, the mystery remains. Why would someone drop off a load of diapers at our place?

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

In peace...

Woodwick candle is crackling. What a comforting noise. Its flickering light reflects on one of my favorite scriptures that I framed and put on my nightstand. It is not just any scripture. Those are words that I repeat to myself over and over again as I try to fall asleep and insomnia threatens to take over despite my best efforts. I repeat those words when I feel the anxiety building at 3:00 in the morning. Those who have been there know what it feels like. It starts with a passing thought which grows into this monster that takes over your logic, your heart rate, your breathing. You cry, you feel helpless and you just don’t know what to do. That’s when I repeat those wise words over and over again. They are my lifeline, they become my mantra, and some nights I know that those words are the only things that are true, that are real among my fears, my anxieties, my nightmares.

“In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety.” Psalm 4:8 (ESV)

Monday, February 22, 2010


Who doesn't love waking up in the morning to maintenance banging on their door? While I scramble to put something decent on (really hate flashing people that early in the morning), hide Zeus (not supposed to have pets) and his toys, etc., my husband answers the door only to find out that we've been flooded. Again. Dryer gets pulled out and once again my dream of having a kitchen island comes true since it is sitting in the middle of my kitchen. The amount of laundry gets doubled because some of the water from upstairs dripped into the closet and I don't know where that water has been. But the worst part? The embarrassement that comes from all the dust bunnies hiding behind washer and dryer and having a repair man see the undeniable proof of what an awesome housekeeper I am. But then again, who pulls out their washer and dryer to clean behind them?

Tuesday, January 19, 2010


One of the things I wanted to do this year is to read through the Bible. Many times I would pick up one of those schedules each church hands out in the beginning of the year, arm myself with sticky notes and special highlighters and, full of enthuasism, embark on that journey. Then I would fizzle out by the end of January, start putting the readings off and eventually I just gave up on the whole thing. It bothered me that I could read any book in Twilight series in a day or day and a half but I couldn't read through even half of the Bible. It was all about priorities. So this year I waited until it was middle of January (not intentionally) when I discovered a very neat reading plan in the back of my ESV Bible. It goes like this: every day you read couple of chapters from the Old Testament, one Psalm and couple of chapters from the New Testament. That plan allows you to read through the Old Testament once, through the Psalms and New Testament twice. I am still playing catch up but I discovered something amazing today: by reading different parts of the Bible in one day I always manage to find a verse that I need to hear that day. And to me, that one thing alone is enough to keep me going. I am hoping that by putting it on my blog it will help keep me accountable.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Betty Crocker would be proud...NOT

Last night my husband got a hankering for some spaghetti, salad and garlic bread. Since I can eat wheat and gluten again I was all for it and made a dash to the grocery store since we haven't had pasta in the house in several years unless it was Gluten Free variety. I had the pans boiling, sauce simmering (thank you, Ragu) and to top the meal off I slid the bread slathered with butter and sprinkled with garlic salt under the broiler. Now, when I cook things get spilled a lot, stuff gets on the burners and occasionally you get a whiff of something burning. I kept getting those whiffs rather persistently. As my husband was making his plate, I told him to just ignore the smell because I figured that something must have gotten on the burner. "Babe, that smell is coming from the oven." Bread!!!! There was also smoke coming out of the oven. I pulled out the tray. Instead of a mouthwatering garlic bread there was this:

Now, you might ask why the bread is lying on the bushes. I did the most logical thing: I picked up the tray, took it outside and dumped it on the bushes. There was so much smoke coming off ot it. As of this morning the bread is still there intact. Even the birds don't want it.
On a different note, I love my new house shoes:

And I just had to put in one of Zeus looking annoyed


Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Why do we do that?

How many women out there ever cleaned a shower while taking it? I am talking about "while conditioner is working I am going to Ajax this shower something fierce." Why do we do that? You never see a man do that. I never even think of asking my husband: "Hey babe, while you are in there would you mind inhaling some green cleaning powder while polishing the walls?" Why do we do that?

Monday, January 11, 2010

A few of my favorite things

Not that anyone out there care but I wanted to list some of the things that make me happy at this moment. My moods shift often and I go from happy-peppy to quiet and thoughtful in 2.3 seconds flat. But some of these things bring me joy in all my moods. They are only material possessions but you gotta find happiness where you can.
1. Long Pretty Lashes Mascara by Clinique. I can feel drab and washed out but once I put it on I feel better.

2.Bare Escentuals Foundation. I have rosacea that becomes highly pronounced during stressful times. Imagine one of those Russian nesting dolls and their painted cheeks. Yeah, that's how it looks like. Bare Minerals is a miracle worker.

3.Diet Cherry 7UP. Yummy, delicious.

4.Cathy Holton "Beach Trip." Awesome book about friendships, forgiveness and letting go.

And that's it for now. What are some your favorites?