Monday, August 23, 2010

10 things...

I've been reflecting lately on this season of singleness in my life lately.  It's been a blessing in disguise in so many ways and I think all to often we neglect to celebrate thing like this.  So I've made a list of 10 things I love about singlehood.  (I'll be adding to this list from time to time)

Now don't get me wrong.  I love marriage.  These things are not intended to diminish that.  And if God sees fit to bring a special someone into my life again I would not turn it down but... if not, then these things are undeniably okay with me. :)

10.  I Always get to drive - No two ways around it folks, that just works for me.

9. The DVR is all mine - Do I really need to say anything about that?

8. I'm available for those I love 24 hours a day - I was recently reminded how 
                   precious this is to me.  There is nothing...nothing more dear to my heart
                   than loving on people right when they need it, no matter when that is.

7. Anything is possible - any job, any city, any salary, anything and everything can
                                        happen

6. I can hog the bed, blankets, shower, mirror, closet space etc to my heart's content
              - Admit it Ladies, you've thought about it. ;)

5. I can experiment with hair color/styles, nails, pedi's, clothes - No one has to love 
                 it, or hate it but me.

4. I have time and experiences which the Lord uses to help hurting
                 people - Wouldn't have signed up for it, would never trade it for anything.

3. My vacation time - I get to spend every bit of it with those awesome lil bros of
                 mine and all the rest of my sweet family.

2. God is teaching me about me - This sweet, painful, journey is precious to me.

1. I am becoming a better person for having lived in this season - more and more
                  every single day.


Happy Monday everybody!!!

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Tribute to the Troops

To all those brave men and women who have served or died for our country: my eternal gratitude, my undying loyalty and my standing ovation...this one is for you.  

Happy 4th of July troops, without you there would be no such thing.


"God Bless the USA"

I am so proud of our country, yes, even with all it's faults.  God Bless America. 
Happy Independence Day everyone! Enjoy....

2 Chronicles 7:14



Sunday, June 27, 2010

Happy Birthday Jennifer!

 
Ten Things I love about my Sis 

10. Laughs abound when I am with you
9. Your animals are crazier than mine
8. Pedicures are way better with you than without
7. You're way brave and your ability to leap in faith amazes me
6. Tigger
5. You push me to be more
4. Resiliant beyond all logic
3. Chris
2. When there are no words, we don't need any
1. I will never love anyone the way I love you

Happy 26th chickadee!!!

Saturday, June 19, 2010

For my Daddy...

Life Lessons




You may have thought I didn't see,
Or that I hadn't heard,
Life lessons that you taught to me,
But I got every word.
Perhaps you thought I missed it all,
And that we'd grow apart,
But Dad, I picked up everything,
It's written on my heart.
Without you, Dad, I wouldn't be
The woman I am today;
You built a strong foundation
No one can take away.
I've grown up with your values,
And I'm very glad I did;
So here's to you, dear father,
From your forever grateful kid.
By Joanna Fuchs
 




How do you say all that your parents have meant in your life?  That is the question I ponder every time I sit to try to honor my parents on their special days.  There are simply too many moments, too many lessons to pick out the most significant or important ones...but then that is precisely the point isn't it?  Recently, I found a paper I wrote which captured some of those special moments with my father. Through my eyes and from my heart Daddy, this is for you...
 
 
Lullabies for a Lifetime
September 22, 1999
 
There are special times in all our lives that we will treasure forever.  We will remember with ease each word that was said or the music that was played.  We can remember exactly how everything looked, even down to the smallest, simplest detail.  My father's lullabies were simple things that have become some of my most precious memories.   
"  Bedtime, kiddos."   were the two words which signified the best of times, and the worst of times in my life as a small child.  As my sister and I were hurried through our bedtime preparations, anticipation hung thickly in the air, for we knew what a treat we would have when tucked safely into bed. Once our baths were taken, pajamas donned, and nightly prayers said, my father would appear at the doorway of our room.  He seemed so big looming in the doorway, but when he silently entered, in his hands was the most magical thing I had ever seen. The guitar was made of honey-colored wood; its strings were like beautiful tinsel strands varying in color from gold to bronze.  Without a word, he began to pluck at the strings, tuning each one to perfection.  Then this task was finished, he started to sing, in a voice that was quiet and soft, and yet so strong:
 

 "  Music makes pictures and often tells stories,
All of them magic and all of them true.
In all of the pictures and all of the stories, 
All of the magic, the music is you."

With these words I closed my eyes, picturing the gentle setting and close friends that the story in his next song told of:
 
"  Today while the blossom  still clings to the vine,
I'll taste your strawberries; I'll drink your sweet wine,
A million tomorrows shall all pass away,
Ere I forget all the joy that is mine, today."
 
As the music worked it's magic, I'd pause to watch the magician.  His strong face was relaxed and his eyes were downcast, watching his muscled hands and stout fingers, as they danced over the strings.  I could tell memories of his own father were flooding his mind and every once in a while, his voice would catch, as a memory of his loss overtook the present task. 
Sleep gently began to overtake us and as our eyes closed for the last time and  dreamland appeared, the last few words rang gently in our ears:

"  Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy,
Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry,
Sunshine on the water looks so lovely,
Sunshine almost always makes me high."
 
When he sang, I could simply forget anything that had been troubling me and relax.  Safety surrounded me and all in the world seemed good.  When he sang, it was as if I held a tangible part of his love that I could wrap myself up in.  The time he spent with us showed me that we were truly important to him.  No matter how tired he was, or how long the day had been, that was our time and it was special.
 
Since we were small children we have been told of how our grandfather sang to his children.  Grandma often says how much my father and grandfather are alike.        " Look carefully at your father and you will see what your Grandpa was like.  It is not just their faces that reflect each other, but their hearts also."    As I have grown older, I have realized that the way I envision my grandfather comes from the times my father spent singing to us.  

It was only a simple nightly routine.  As a young child, I would listen complacently, never dreaming that those words would cement themselves so firmly in my mind.  Then as I grew older and began to softly sing along, without my notice or permission, the foundation for my musical ability was laid.  Strange though it might be, the warm-up song he used so long ago, now slips from my lips just before I perform, and the song of undying friendship is now sung to my baby brothers at night.
 
Our most precious of memories often spring from what seemed to be rather insignificant events in our lives.  Things we once took for granted have now become invaluable to us.  We realize that it is the simple things in our lives that have shaped our characters and molded us into the people we are.  When we search for what is important to us, we often find in the treasure chest of our memory, our "  lullabies for a lifetime."


Happy Father's Day, Dad.  I love you.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

The thanks of a patriot.

Short post tonight as I am enjoying the holiday weekend with my family and I know many of you are too. All of which is only possible because of the brave men and women who serve, past and present.  There is no way to say thank you, no way to express the fierce loyalty and gratitude your sacrifice evokes in me.  So I will simply say: My love and prayers are ever before you, my devotion and support always behind you and my thoughts are constantly with you.  No one knows better than you that freedom isn't free, please know that fact is not forgotten here. 

In honor of all the veterans, I am posting a poem I started just ofter 9/11:


A Soldier’s Prayer
Lord, looking up at the sky tonight I wonder why I’m here,
Why can’t I be at home asleep and have my loved ones near?
Why am I in this foreign land fighting someone else’s war?
Why am I pulling third watch shift and pacing til I’m sore?

“Protect and Serve’ is what they said, ‘Be all that you can be’.
I wonder why I never thought just how hard that could really seem.
Don’t misunderstand me Lord; I know that it’s my call,
To defend, and uphold justice here and liberty for all.

It’s just that I don’t know the answer to lay upon my child,
When he looks at me and asks me why I won’t be home for a while.
I believe in our dear country, Lord, and the peace that it provides,
So Lord, please hold on tightly to the sweet, gentle heart of my bride.

This desert’s stark beauty and freedom’s worth saving,
But danger prowls freely while madmen are raving.
Though the aged Bill of Rights should apply to all men,
Our own people undermine us with their words and their pens.

Help me to stay strong, Lord, and keep up my chin,
Cause none of us can change the spot that we’re in.
Lord, you know I’m no hero, with no wish to be,
So help me stand brave when this fight comes to me.

Father, forgive me my dread moments of weakness,
And thanks for your presence on nights that are sleepless.
Protect our maneuvers be they far or quite near,
And please protect fiercely my family so dear.

I’ll continue to fight here and press on with my mission,
Living for God and my country to realize this vision.
And when shooting the enemy is what it requires,
Then I hope you’ll forgive all the anger it sires.

Lord, keep us safe here in our cots and our tents,
And guard over the orders that have yet to be sent.
I know that you love all your people alike,
Please help us to see there is peace still in sight.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Being creative is hard! (And a make-up Mother's Day post)

Lately, I have been encouraged by several loved ones to try picking up my pen to write again.  In high school and college, I wrote lots of poetry, a few novel chapters and TONS of essays but, sadly, since then, I haven't written anything at all.  
I find it odd that through some of the most challenging and painful years of my life none of those thoughts, fears, hopes and feelings ever made their way to a page. Perhaps they were just too private, too deeply felt to ever chance being made immortal.  But maybe now, in one of the happiest seasons of my life thus far, it is time to blow the dust off of my journals and fill the inkwell once more.  
Unfortunately for you, dear reader, that means you will be subjected to testing out my latest scribblings.  Please know how very much your comments mean to me, whether good or bad.  

To start the creative juices flowing, I thought I would share a poem I wrote for the women in my life.  I  began it in late 07 but didn't finish it until almost 18 months later.  It was really inspired by my beautiful mother, whose love and faith in me have always been one of the biggest driving forces in my life and by my grandmothers who have each placed their own unique stamp on the woman I have become.  
It was finally finished as a gift for Mother's Day last year and since it is not so long past Mother's Day this year and because I was sorely remiss in acknowledging the day here on my blog, we'll just call this a make-up post. :)
I hope you enjoy it.

Mom, I love you so much...





Real Heroes

The women in my life are not famous
But they are revered by family and friends.

The women in my life are not perfect
But amber’s value is born of its flaws.

The women in my life are not wealthy
But they taught me to be creative, frugal and grateful for all our Lord provides.

The women in my life have not been doctors or lawyers
But they have healed the sick and fought for justice.

The women in my life have not been soldiers
But they have fought many battles, winning many victories on their knees before Almighty God.

The women in my life have not been professors or poets
But they nurtured a love of knowledge and entrusted family stories to future generations.

The women in my life did not end world suffering or hunger
But they soothed our hearts and taught us to feed and clothe others.

The women in my life were not beauty queens
But their affectionate smiles make them radiant.

The women in my life have not been CEO’s in corporate America
But they taught me the value of hard work, honesty and integrity. 

The women in my life were not opera stars
But they taught me to sing sweet lullabies to my children.

The women in my life have not been sculptors or painters
But they have created much beauty through their arts.

The women in my life were not classically trained chefs
But we whipped up masterpieces in their kitchens.

The women in my life have not been statesmen
But they taught me about loyalty, commitment and diplomacy.

The women in my life were not world-renowned authors or orators
But they taught me to love reading and to write and speak what is in my heart.

The women in my life are not scientists
But they know the formula for love.

The women in my life were not suffragettes
But they taught me that there are no limits to what I can achieve.

The women in my life are not preachers
But they modeled for me a life of worship and true faith.

The women in my life have not won medals or had monuments built to their names
But they have stored up great treasure in Heaven and their legacy is the birthright I claim.

The women in my life have not been heralded by the world
But this world is not their home.

They are true beauty.  They are living grace. They are real love. I wear their face.
They are now, and always have been, my heroes.


Thursday, May 20, 2010

Shhh don't tell...

Okay...this is Carly.  I have to be quick before I get caught and they realize I know how to type with my paws or understand English for that matter.  Now, I know you may not know me but you may have heard about me on my mommy's blog where, when things get desperate I occasionally bark type for help.  Well....HELP!!

Mom packed a bag a few days ago (like I don't know what that means) and left saying, "I'll be right back, Baby." (like I can't tell time) and then Melissa came to see me. Now usually, I love when she comes over cause we play fun games and she makes Mommy laugh and she COOKS (we don't tell mommy about that).  But this time she brought a ton of stuff and....a rat-looking thing she called Liela.  (I think she thinks it's a dog like me!)  I have been trying my best to protect her from it for the past three days but she just will NOT COOPERATE with me!!!
So now I'm desperate and I don't know who else to tell so here goes nothing:
        If you see my mom can you tell her to hurry up and come home so we can save Melissa!! And I am certain that pig cat has taken over the neighborhood by now....
Annoyed with humans,
Carly

Thursday, May 6, 2010

just musing...

1. Why do people usually assume that I'm not a do-it-yourself kinda girl?

2. I wonder if my furry babies like it here?  What do they really think of us?

3. It's strange which things make you miss someone...and at which times.

4. What are the top 10 must do things in San Antonio or Texas?

5. Why do I always have something I need to write just before I fade into sleep and I never do?

6.  Regrets always come to visit after midnight.

7.  I think single people are more "plugged in" because sometimes you just have to communicate with someone who can talk back, even if they don't. :)

8.  Manicures make me happy.  Baskets of laundry don't.

9. People who are offended by different opinions are just looking for something to be mad about.

10.  I may be a tiny bit proud of the person I am becoming...

Monday, May 3, 2010

Our newest family member


 **Disclaimer: I have not lost my mind.  I was swindled. By a little sister who shall remain nameless.**

"I have a present for you!!"  Those words generally scare me more than they excite me.  It's a character flaw, I know, or maybe it's just a mental reflex due to years of trauma.  :)   Never the less, I heard them once again a few weeks ago...  Long story short, meet the newest member of my fabulous household.  (I am hopelessly outnumbered at this point...)

 
 My BIL named him Roo.  And as I (and my curtains), have discovered it is quite an appropriate name.  This little boy doesn't walk anywhere, he bounces!! With great gusto, I might add.  It's hilarious and terrifying all at the same time as you never know when he's going to decide you are the next most fun thing to bounce off of. 

Oh, I know, he looks so sweet when he's sleeping, which is approx 10 seconds a day.  Liela may never forgive me and Mowgli says he's leaving me to go live with his Dad but other than that things are great! 

 
He is all boy though. Not a big snuggler, much to my chagrin, but he loves to Eskimo kiss.  So  cute!

 After this picture, my sis wanted to know if he had commandeered the remote yet.  LOL!  
It's been a little bit of a mystery how old he is though.  I was figuring based on when he was found and how active he is that he should be around 3 months old so this weekend we packed up and headed out to the local animal clinic for his shots.

 
 **I love this picture!**
You can see how super excited he was!  This may explain why my right arm looks like it has been thrashed by a weed eater!  

I was nervous that he would bite the vet so being the responsible pet parent that I am, I apologized before she could get anywhere near the cage.  
"Careful, he's very sharp." 
She smiled at me with that I-do-this-everyday-and-you-don't look and reached in.  After about 3 seconds and a complete removal of that smile she says, "Wow, he's feisty, hmm."
Well Miss Veterinary Medicine, maybe you'll listen next time. :)

Anyway, she says he's only about two months old so no shots yet.  Of course, I immediately began thinking what day we would make his birthday. I settled on Feb 28th.  Not that it matters but it was fun to do anyway.  If any of you have kitten training tips for me I would love to hear them.   Oops, just heard crashing from the living room.  Gotta go!!   

Friday, April 30, 2010

Springtime fun!

Springtime gets everyone in the mood to be outside. We inexplicably long to turn the earth, smell new blooms and just plain well...meet God in our gardens. :) 
I come from a long line of women just brimming with botanical talents.  To my mother, a home is not a home until the flowerbeds are bursting with color and my grandmother, wow, well lets just say that the garden club queen has never met a bulb or a seed that wasn't overjoyed to take root in her exquisit gardens.
And then there's me...a tragic end to that green-thumbed legacy.  It isn't that I don't love flowers but it's hard to get motivated to cultivate when I know it will all just die under my care.  
I've been in my house about 2 years now and a couple of weeks ago my Mom and awesome not-so-lil bros decided to come help me brighten the outside of this place up a bit.  We began watering and while Mom and I headed to the stores for plants and supplies the boys began the hard work of breaking ground.  No good deed goes unpunished though and apparently someone though it was a good idea to run my water main all the way around the perimeter of my house directly in the path of their digging forks!!  YIKES!!
Luckily, my bros are of that endangered species of men that keep their heads and know a bit about how things work in case of an emergency.  They shut the water off at the street and called Mom and I to pick up repair supplies. (on the upside the ground was nice and soft to dig in now)
 
Believe it or not, I know how to fix a water pipe.  Observe:
Cut the broken piece out, measure new pipe and couplings carefully,

Apply primer and cement, (use handsome assistants as needed),

Step back and admire your handiwork, call your Dad and make sure he knows how grateful you are he taught you how to do it yourself ;)

Wait two hours before turning on the water to allow cement to cure. (repeat as necessary due to muscular diggers)  Thanks you guys!! You where awesome!!

So the next morning we got hard at work finishing up all our projects and discovered that my yard is filled with thousands of these guys: 
We  must've collected like 40 of them in about 10 minutes!!  All colors, shapes and sizes too! Super fun!

So I know you're all wondering what we accomplished.  Here it is:

Flower beds full of rapidly growing seedlings!

Tomato, Peppers and Cucumbers.  Mmmm I can taste the salsa now.

Nearest is the herb garden with tarragon, chives, dill and onions. In the middle section are all the vegatables.  And farthest is the flower garden.

Here is another flower bed containing my long awaited jasmine!!! It already smells great.  I wish I could've shown you the entire yard (front and back) because they look fabulous but I guess that's just incentive for you to come and see me...

Sunday, April 25, 2010

All because two people fell in love...

Ladies and Gentleman, it is my deepest honor to present to you,                
                           Chris and Jennifer Kenson!!!

Once upon a time on a ranch in Texas, a tall, good-hearted Australian guy met a beautiful, feisty cowgirl.  Almost exactly four years later, they were married. 


It was precious and sweet with lots of funny mixed in, just like they are.  To my lil sis and the man of her prayers: May you always have as much fun as you want, as much love as you need, and may you never be without a stone couch.
                                          All my love to the both of you...

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Pictures worth a thousand words

Those of you who follow me on Twitter know that I spent last weekend with my entire family. An increasingly rare occurrence these days as we all get older and shortly to be placed on the endangered species list, at least for a while. :) It was awesome!!!

There is way too much to tell but some highlights were:
Jake and Caleb found a hidden treasure!!! Here are some
photos, even the dogs took part.The old trunk appeared to belong to a couple of Irish railroad men and was filled with old clothes. The boys quickly discovered a false bottom which revealed strong-boxes with money and gold pocket watches. Incredibly, the railroad men had the same initials as the boys and they were engraved on the watches!!! So cool. Also found were some civil war Indian head pennies and home-made leather and wood checker sets. AMAZING FIND!!!

From there we headed out to spend some time just goofing off, playing lazer tag, football, climbing trees and just being silly together. It was precious just being together...I honestly cannot imagine loving each of them anymore than I already do and yet every time I'm with them I am proven wrong all over again. Lots of laughter, love and new memories were made and I hope we have the chance to be together soon!


And then, last but not least, this week was St. Patty's Day, otherwise known as MY FAVORITE GOOFY HOLIDAY!!!! I LOVE to be silly and any excuse to dress up and shock people sounds like a good time to me. Everyone enjoys a good laugh and even the eye rolling ones (KK) look forward to seeing the next hurricane of crazy!

SO, of course, this was the result. And yes, I am at work that way. Being the boss sometimes has it's perks. ;)
To my intense embarrassment, I did forget to wear my shamrock jewelry and I failed to include a pic of my socks which read, "Shake your Shamrocks" but you get the general idea.


Btw, my brothers, knowing, I can be counted on to do random and outrageous things, were calling by 9 am to know why I didn't have pics on facebook yet. I assured them that I would never shirk my responsibilities in such a horrific way and promptly emailed them all of the photos. This of course, made my heart SING with delight.
I have realized, however, that it is getting harder and harder to up my game. Please send ideas when holidays approach!!!


Friday, March 12, 2010

One of my favorite things


Few events in the world top my list of favorite things like celebrating those I love!! And this person is especially dear to me so without further adieu...

Happy Birthday Kimberly!!
May you always turn as young as you wish,
May you never be as old as you feel, ;)

Seriously, though; you make my life better in more ways than I can tell and I am so glad today is for celebrating you. Have an awesome day! Sorry I have to miss it. Tell Mom I send wishes to her too. Thanks for being a part of my life. I love you.



Thursday, March 11, 2010

Randomness

I don't care what side of the political arena you stand on you need to watch this video. Thanks to Angela Hunt for drawing my attention to it.

Now to the actual post... So I borrowed this idea from my awesome friend Kimberly, I hope she doesn't mind.

Dear Mr. Time Machine Inventor,
I would like a do-over. About 10 years should do it.
Waiting,
Me

Dear Liela,
I earn the little green stuff that buys your dog food. I believe this should earn me the right to wake up in my own bed, well rested, and cramp-less rather than the half-hanging out, exhausted and neck-pincing way I woke up this morning. Scoot Over!!
I'll love you forever,
Mom


Dear Rigby,
Alright, alright, I miss your sass. Are you happy now?


Dear Fellow Drivers on I-35 tomorrow,
Please drive quickly or kindly move to the right hand lane. I have some bros I need to hug and you will not slow me down.


Okay I'm not sure that's working but at least I posted something. :)

Here's some tv related randomness before I give up for the night:

American Idol - Casey James, Kristin Bowersox Umm yes America!!

Trauma and Glee are back!!! I know, you are feeling my joy.

the forgotten - I have been thus far impressed with Christian Slater's weekly performance. Interesting because I was never star struck by his movies.

I think I've been random enough for an entire life time in just this one post...

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Why I stuggle to post

So I'm a writer...and a reader... which means that I struggle with feeling like every word I put to paper, or keyboard in this case, must be profound, timeless, in short, astounding. Since God chooses to bless me with those type of things rarely :) I never feel like I have anything worth posting. We're working through that insecurity slowly but surely. Praise him!

What you can expect: that this blog will be as random as I am, that I will rant, praise, pray, be silly, celebrate those I love, pout, laugh, cry and just LIVE right here along with you. Please let me know if you have ideas or just have something you want to know.

Anyway, on to the real post now. :) So I've been house/dog sitting for my bestie this week and it's been a blast so far. Our dogs, both female, had never met up to this point. My sis's dog had been living with me for the last 2ish months and left about two hours before we came here. Liela (mine) was so happy to have me all back to herself she was racing through the house in celebration. Then, Oh the joy, I invited her for a car ride. You could practically feel the exultation in the air. As we pulled up to this fabulous house, I just knew she thought I was the greatest thing EVER for getting her this new doghouse!! So much bigger and more beautiful than her old one. We rush to the door, swing it open and...

Carly (hers), on the other hand, was not aware I see other dogs. She is always so excited to see me each day. The look of compete betrayal on her face as I opened the door nearly brought me to tears. All either of them could think to do for the first 5 minutes was walk in circles nose to...umm, well you get the picture.

They, being females and thus subject to green-eyedness, have been trying to work out who I belong to for the past three days. It. Has. Been. Hilarious. I would give anything to have the dog collars from UP so I could hear what they are saying to each other.

Anyway, they seem to have made tenuous peace since I explained that their mothers simply are going to be the closest of friends for at least the rest of their lives *sniff* so objecting will only lead to disappointment. Harsh, I know, but it seems to have worked. :)

At least until they start conspiring against us......


Thursday, February 25, 2010

Finally...

Alright, finally I have a laptop, wireless internet at home and in short, I have joined the 21st century. Alas, I am now without excuse as to why and never blog. Therefore, I have promised KampKK (the best blogger in the world in case you weren't aware) that I will attempt to blog once a week...we'll start small and see how it goes. So if you have any ideas for me they would be much appreciated. TTYS
love,
me