The Year of 2010

It is the last day of 2010 and I am sitting in my pajamas watching Hulu. Shocking, I know. I think I will call this the Year of Hulu.

Or the Year of the Blob

Or maybe the Year of the STUPID INTERNATIONAL FITNESS CHALLENGE OF DEATH

Perhaps the Year of the Oreo Ball

The Year of Multiple Trips to Oklahoma, thus Multiple Performances of "OKLAHOMA!"

The Year of Learning to Say No

The Year of Chronicling my Life on the World Wide Web

The Year of Sticking My Head Into Bowls of Cookie Dough

The Year of Being 30 and Not Crying About It

The Year of Learning to Love the Book of Isaiah

The Year of Becoming More of Who I Was Created To Be

The Year the Sooners Actually Win a BCS Bowl Game (to be determined tomorrow night at 6:30 pm)

And the list could go on and on...

So what about you? If you could name your year, what would it be called?

Bring on 2011!

Margie Sue

This is my aunt Marge Sue.

I love her for so many reasons.

And tonight she called my mom and asked where she should go to read my blob.

MY BLOB.

One more reason why I love her. I think I will call it that from now on.

Feliz Navidad from the Fam

Last week, before I caught the plague, my family and I took our annual family picture.

They always start out something like this...

 

 

We find a location and sit on it.

 

 

Each person moves into place. Some are more camera shy than others.

 

 

 

 

And then just when everyone is in position, the camera decides to go on rapid-fire continuous picture mode and take 3,506 pictures in a row.

So, I get up to fix it...

And I about wipe out behind the tri-pod as I try to shut off the camera.

Meanwhile, everyone is laughing... 

 

So I run back in and try to squeeze in the picture and have just enough time to strike a pose:

 

I think this picture would have been the winner if I hadn't covered up one half of my parental unit.

And of course, mayhem followed.

 

There was some of this...

And some of that...

And just when I thought we had taken a good one, we noticed that our sweet, precious five year-old had morphed into a gremlin.

Awesome.

 

 

Nothing says "Christmas" like a little gremlin.

Finally, after our retinas were seared from the rapid-fire flashes, we captured a good one:

It is a Christmas miracle.

So my faithful readers (I think I am up to 6 now), I hope your Christmas is full of joy and wonder as we celebrate the birth of Jesus! And perhaps a bite of fudge or two.

Merry Christmas from my crazy family to yours!

The Joy of the Redeemed

I opened my Bible this morning and I read from Isaiah. Even though I began my study of it this year with fear and trepidation, I have grown to love this book. For in no other study have I learned more about God's love for us than I have in these wonderful pages. Amidst all of the suffering, punishment and woe, I see that God's only motivation is complete and total love because He longs to be reconciled to us.

He yearns for us to know Him and love Him.

He wants nothing more than to lavish His grace upon us.

He is crazy about us.

And the message is still true today. He works in ways we do not understand. He refines and molds and sharpens us to be who we were created to be. And His love is still all-encompassing, all-powerful and the only hope we have for establishing a closeness with Him.

This is why we celebrate Christmas, my friends.There is no other reason than this: so that we may have Hope and trust in it completely. Oh, what joy awaits us! I can only imagine.

Joy of the Redeemed

Isaiah 35

The desert and the parched land will be glad;

the wilderness will rejoice and blossom.

Like the crocus, it will burst into bloom;

it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy.

The glory of Lebanon will be given to it,

the splendor of Carmel and Sharon;

they will see the glory of the LORD,

the splendor of our God.

Strengthen the feeble hands,

steady the knees that give way;

say to those with fearful hearts,

“Be strong, do not fear;

your God will come,

he will come with vengeance;

with divine retribution

he will come to save you.”

Then will the eyes of the blind be opened

and the ears of the deaf unstopped.

Then will the lame leap like a deer,

and the mute tongue shout for joy.

Water will gush forth in the wilderness

and streams in the desert.

The burning sand will become a pool,

the thirsty ground bubbling springs.

In the haunts where jackals once lay,

grass and reeds and papyrus will grow.

And a highway will be there;

it will be called the Way of Holiness;

it will be for those who walk on that Way.

The unclean will not journey on it;

wicked fools will not go about on it.

No lion will be there,

nor any ravenous beast;

they will not be found there.

But only the redeemed will walk there,

and those the LORD has rescued will return.

They will enter Zion with singing;

everlasting joy will crown their heads.

Gladness and joy will overtake them,

and sorrow and sighing will flee away.

 

Update

Thank you everyone for your get well wishes! You are the best.

I am happy to let you know that I have now moved on to rice cakes and Gatorade. And I am totally in love with them right now. It's amazing how yesterday's trash can become today's treasure. Or something like that. You know what I mean.

In the last three days I have also re-watched almost all of Season 5 of 24, and Claire graciously rented Eat, Pray, Love and Charlie St. Cloud for me, both of which made me want to travel on a sail boat. Go figure. I am completely caught up on Hulu, which isn't hard right now because everything is a re-run and I have no desire to watch Bridoplasty, the new show about brides getting plastic surgery before their big day. Seriously world? Is this what we have come to?

On another note, I still have not finished my Christmas shopping. I am not worried but I definitely had not factored in a robust round of stomach flu into the equation. However, I love Christmas shopping and last-minute sales are running amuck so it should be fun navigating the crowds in these last three days. Anyone else out there too?

And in other exciting news, my favorite landlord of all time bought us a new dishwasher. And it is amazing. There is nothing like a new kitchen appliance to make your day seem a little brighter. Thank you, oh fabulous landlord-o-mine!

Since I don't know how this post could possibly be more boring, I am now going to go work on grant proposals and savor my rice cake. I hope your day is much more stimulating!

It's Like My Body Is Trying to Tell Me Something

Disclaimer: Enter at your own risk.

Last Friday I woke up with that tell-tale sign of a sore throat and overall lack of feeling spunky. So I loaded up on vitamin C and tried to figure out a way to take a nap during work. By Saturday morning, it was a full-blown (no pun intended) cold that makes you want to ask Santa for a new sinus cavity. I stayed home from a fabulous Christmas party, church, a gift-wrapping party held by my church and spent most of my time horizontal and watching re-runs of 24.

Oh how I miss Jack Bauer.

By Sunday night, I was sick and tired of being sick and tired but knew another day home to rest was needed if I was going to finish my work week strong.

However, nothing could have prepared me for what happened next: I entered the 14th Circle of Hades.

Or as some like to call it: the stomach flu.

Since this is a family-friendly blog, I will keep my graphic details to a minimum, but suffice it to say there was one point in the night when it was just easier to lie down in the shower than it was to make my way back to bed. I also pondered the meaning of life, my purpose for living and whether or not I really wanted to continue in this world. At one point I wanted to yell "I have nothing left to give!" It was brutal.

As I type this, I am sipping carbonated water through a straw and praying that I will never see it again.

I have also realized that this is my third time to be sick this year. THIRD. TIME. And I'm talking flat on your back, death warmed over, it hurts to blink kind of sick. There was the fun-filled week back in March, there was my recent bout with bronchitis in October, and now here I am fighting off Satan's demons one saltine cracker at a time. And each time I realize that there is a common denominator: I overdo it with my schedule.

I admit it, I am a people pleaser. I am a "yes" girl. I am also extroverted and love all things social, especially around the holidays. I also occasionally put in very long weeks at work, stay up late baking for no reason at all, choose to watch re-runs of any show that is on TV instead of going to bed, and fill up my weekends with things that sound fun at the time. However, this has to stop because as I am witnessing at THIS VERY MOMENT that my quality of life is not as good as it could be.

So, for 2011, my goal is to say "no" more often. To think twice about staying up late. To not overbook my weekends so I have time to catch up on laundry (yeah, right). And to enjoy the time I do spend with people to the fullest. You will have to help me with this. You will have to help me say "no." I may try to argue with you, but stand firm, peeps. This is practically a life and near-death situation.

Because in all honesty, I never want to see another Oreo ball as long as I live. And if I don't get help, what will be next? Peanut Butter?

Let's not talk about that.

Noodles

Now that we are a week away from Christmas (CAN YOU EVEN BELIEVE IT?!), I figured it was time to talk to you about noodles. Namely the ones I consumed at Thanksgiving.

SIDE NOTE: Two years ago at Thanksgiving, we had a house-full of homeless seminary students join us for dinner. A then three year-old Noah asked that instead of saying the prayer, could we sing a robust rendition of "Oklahoma." Naturally, we all beamed with pride. But since we didn't want a bunch of seminary students to think they were breaking bread with a family of heathens, we said grace instead.

This year, however, it was just our family and a family friend and his two kiddos. This friend and my brother met when they were nine years-old, playing little league football in Oklahoma. My sister and I were their cheerleaders. A few years later my dad was transferred to Colorado for work. FIVE MONTHS LATER this friend's family was also transferred and they became our neighbors once again.

He is like my other brother.

He has seen me in braces, watched me perform in musicals, endured my obsession with N*SYNC and has eaten countless dinners at my house. He even took me out for pizza during my freshman year of college when I couldn't stand dorm food one more day.

To this day, Sam and him are best friends.

And he also loves noodles.

(Cue "That's What Friends Are For.")

Okay, back to the point.

When I think of Thanksgiving, I think of noodles. I mean, who doesn't, right? This is what our noodles look like:

Don't be scared. It is just flour, eggs, salt and pepper. They are laying out to dry.

These are morsels of heavenly goodness just waiting to be submerged in broth.

I am not going to lie: I am drooling right now. You should make some tonight.

Add them to chicken stock, throw in some shredded chicken and ladle them over mashed potatoes.

Heaven help me.

I would implore, encourage, almost demand that you try these sometime. They are comfort food in a bowl. They warm your soul, improve your health and require stretchy pants. I can't think of a better combo.