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Too Many Thoughts

6 Jul

I’ve slacked off on my blogging lately and for those of you that eagerly wake up each morning and check my blog to see what brilliantness I have posted since yesterday, I have let you down and I apologize.

I used to blog at my work; great work ethic, I know.  I got a new job 3 months ago and I actually have to work.  I’m in front of a computer all day and when I get home I don’t want to sit at the computer again to blog.  I have had a blog swimming around in my mind for a while but haven’t felt like pulling out the laptop and typing.  So, since it’s a 4 day weekend I decided to pull out the laptop.  To make this worth my time, I’m giving you a threefer so grab some chips and hummus and get comfy….

I’ve suffered loss and a lot of sadness this past month.  Not gonna go into it again but you can read that blog here.  I’m tired of crying.  I’m tired of the crazy, uncontrollable thoughts, I’m tired of being sad.  Well today; I discovered something that knocked me on my butt, again.  Brace yourself….just typing it breaks my heart.

Bath and Body Works is discontinuing Sun-Ripened Raspberry! I know!!!!  This is a flavor of my childhood, yes I said “flavor.”  Bath and Body Works came to my town when I was on jr high and EVERYONE wore it and Country Apple.  I was so sick of them at the time, but I’m over it now, I have moved on and I love them again.  I was at the store and the sales chick told me they were discontinuing it.  I stood there shocked.  It took several minutes for her words to wash over me and to comprehend what she was saying.  So I did what any sane person would do; I stocked up.  I have 2 bottles of body was and 1 bottle of body cream that I will have to ration; only pull out for special occasions.  Funny note: The computer keeps auto correcting “raspberry” for me.  I am 32 and have a Bachelor’s degree in Business Administration and I never realized there is a “P” in raspberry….epic failure!

The last of my childhood

We have chickens!  The inner hippie just keep growing within me.  We let Danica, our 5 year old daughter, name them:  Fluffy, Chick-Fil-A, Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego.  The last 3 are Bible dudes.  Read about how God saved them from a fiery death here.  We had the chickens and our 2 dogs, one of which is a bird dog, in the same back yard.  Well needless to say, after an unfortunate event, we were down to Chick-Fil-A.  Brandn had to break the news to Danica; her response?  A meltdown and “I’m too sad to eat or sleep and I won’t play with Daisy today or tomorrow.”  We are now on round 2 of chickens: Chick-Fil-A, Fluffly 2, Chirp, Peep and Chicken Nuget.  Brandn has re-enforced the coop and has segregated the back yard; he put a fence down the middle and we now have a “dog side” and a “chicken side.”

Little Cuties

I love Jen Hatmaker!  I have blogged about her and her books before.  Her last 2 books have smacked me across the face; they’re the kind of books that after you read them, you are changed.  After reading 7: An Experimental Mutiny Against Excess, I yelled at Brandn for burning pancakes and pulled them out of the trash and yes, I ate them.  (I live in Round Rock, the city suburb north of Austin and she lives in Buda, the suburb south of Austin.  When we were looking for houses, Brandn banned us from buying a house in Buda because he knew I would stock her.)  She is a church planter, pastor’s wife, a women’s conference speaker, a mother of 5 (3 biological and 2 adopted) and a ridiculous woman of God!  She also blogged about being on the Today’s Show recently and confessed she forgot to pack underwear and went on the show comando…gotta lover her!

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…..welcome to my brain.

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How many naked Barbies does one really need?

28 May

Just cleaned my 4 year old daughter’s closet….whew, that felt great!!!

You see, I hate clutter.  It stresses me out.  It does not stress out my husband or daughter.  Every so often I get a bug up my butt I run around the house like a crazy woman and I try to throw everything out.  My husband came up with this cute nick-name for me “The trash Nazi.”  When I get to Danica’s closet it usually turns into a battle and when I throw something into the trash pile she cries “But mom, that’s special!”  Then she goes running, with huge tears in her eyes, to Brandn and tells on me.  So he is looking at his sweet, daughter with curly pig tails and big tears in her eyes and his psychotic wife with a crazy look in her eyes and OF COURSE I’m gonna loose this battle.  Weeeelllllll, she is out of town this week and as soon as she left Austin city limits I attacked her closet.  🙂

I had 2 piles: a trash pile and an orphan pile.  June 30th, my church is having a Garage Sale 4 Orphans.  Danica has way too many toys that she doesn’t play with but they are still in good shape so they are going to be sold to raise money to feed, clothe, educate, house and protect orphans.  She has so much stuff and there are kids out there with nothing.  If getting rid of her stuff can provide shelter for a 10 year old girl to keep her off the streets and out of human trafficking then by God I’m gonna sell it!

I thought about posting a picture of the orphan pile but I don’t want my friends and family members to see stuff they gave us and have their feelings hurt.  I will say there are about 10 stuffed animals, 5 pairs of shoes, puzzles, dolls, and a bunch of random toys.  I found 6 naked Barbies, but she plays with these so I dressed them, gave them their dignity back, and kept them; I did however throw away the one with the broken head.

New thought but completely related:

I’m reading a book right now called “7: An Experimental Mutiny Against Excess” by Jen Hatmaker.  Brandn, thinks I have a girl crush on Jen and he calls her my girlfriend.  Read my friend’s blog/book review about it.  Jen fasted for 7 months and each month had a different focus: clothes, shopping, waste, food, possessions, media and stress.

Hopefully you didn’t quit reading when you read the word “fast.”  Some people get weirded out by fasting but this is what she has to say about it.  “When we hear “fast,” we put on a yoke of self-denial.  When God said “fast,” He meant to take off the yoke of oppression.  The Isaiah 58 fast is not about the mechanics of abstinence; it is a fast from self-obsession, greed, apathy and elitism. When it becomes more about me than the marginalized I’ve been charged to serve, I become the confused voice in this passage: “Why have I fasted and you have not seen it?”

Month 1 she fasted food; this chapter made me more aware about NOT wasting food.  Month 2 she fasted clothes.  I went through my closet and pulled out everything I haven’t worn since moving to Austin and I gave them to a friend.  Month 3 she fasted possessions.  She started off saying she was going to give away 7 items a day for the whole month; that’s 210 items.  This number sounded insane to me.  Well she ended up giving away over 1000 items, and still has plenty more to give away!  I’m not talking about items like a fork or towel. No,  I’m talking about her and her friends giving away enough stuff to completely furnish an empty apartment for a single mom and her 2 daughters and a refugee Burmese family with literally only the clothes on their backs.  They gave away beds, TVs, clothes, furniture, dishes, stocked the pantries.  They prayed that God was evident in every single item they took for granted.  The email the single mom wrote to thank them brought me to tears.  Month 3 has caused me to cry 3 times and I’m not done with it yet.

So Month 3 inspired me to give away Danica’s toys instead of keeping them.  (See, I told you the thoughts were related.)  These are not played with toys; all they do is collect dust and cause me stress.  By selling this stuff money will be raised to help elevate kids from poverty and the toys get a second chance of being played with and loved, Toy Story anyone?

If we all raised others up instead of raising ourselves a little higher, there would be few needs left on earth – Jen Hatmaker.

Thanks for allowing me to share my world with you…welcome to my brain.