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What a Life!

Need I say more?

Extreme Sock Knitting

Check out this video.

My addiction pales to this man’s!

Wow!

On a Mission

Chicky is on a mission…a mission trip, that is.

She and a host of other teens from her youth group left for Kentucky this morning.  They’ll be re-roofing houses and doing a lot of other manual labor to help some of Kentucky’s poorest families.  It’s a trip that the youth have been taking for years.

This is Chicky’s first time going.  Rooster went last year but can’t go this year because he has band camp.

Please pray for the group…for safe travels there and back and for protection from injury while there (i.e. nobody falling off of roofs or snake bites — one child got bitten from a vicious snake last year).

Please pray also that God will use this time to draw Chicky closer to Him.  That is my single-most desire for the girl.  When you walk closely with the Lord, everything else in life falls into place.

No, it doesn’t mean that life magically becomes a bed of roses.  What it does mean is that you are in God’s will…you stand on a foundation that is more solid than any temporal thing the world has to offer.  Through good times and bad, that foundation remains.

That is my prayer for her.

Key Lime Pie in a Cup

That’s what Sonic’s Limeade Chiller tastes like…a fact I discovered today when I used the $.99 cent coupon I signed up for on this site.  Regular price is over $2.

What a delicious treat though!  It tasted exactly like my friend’s Key Lime Pie!

I received my coupon via my inbox within minutes.

Be aware that you have to use it within four days of receipt.  The date is printed on the coupon.

Just thought I’d share…

Sock Addiction

A few days ago I needed to move my dresser.  I was doing a tiny bit of rearranging, but nobody was home to help me.  So, I removed the drawers to make it lighter.

While doing so, I caught sight of my sock drawer.

Folks, I think I have a problem.

I’m addicted to socks.

And not just ordinary socks but hand-knit ones.

There are 11 pairs in the picture above.  Not pictured is the pair I made for Chicky’s teammate, and the pair that Molly chewed up.  That takes the total to 13.

Last night, I cast of sock #1 of my 14th pair.

Does a person really need so many pairs of socks?  Why continue to buy sock yarn?

Non-yarnies don’t understand the trance that comes over a fiber artist when entering a yarn store.  Everyone has a favorite brand, weight, or fiber.  Some are drawn by a particular color.  My friend, Rabbitrescuer, loves green, and her stash on Ravelry reflects that.

For me, it’s sock yarn.  It beckons me like a siren.  The yarn lures me with its beautiful colors and promises of smooshiness.  The soft textures soothe my nerves and invoke a feeling of safety.

Wearing hand-knit socks is an indulgence, I’ll admit.  To have a pair of socks tailored specifically to my long feet is simply divine.  The fun patterns become centerpieces for interesting conversations with coworkers, friends, and even complete strangers.

I considered taking a picture of the sock yarn in my stash, but the Mr. recently started reading my blog, and I fear that he would not be too happy to see all of my stash in one place.  In his case, ignorance is bliss.

Now, don’t be thinking that I need intervention, because I won’t go.  This is not an addiction I want to be cured off.  Once you knit your first pair, you’re hooked.  It’s fairly harmless, cheaper than cigarettes, and serves a purpose.

Look out needles…here I come.  I’m casting on sock #2 of my newest and wildest pair.

Stay tuned!

Free Candy Bar Anyone?

Fridays are Free Candy Bar Days!!  Who doesn’t like that?!

I’m posting this on Thursday just so you can prepare yourself.

The Mars company is giving away free candy bars to the first 250,000 people to visit their site each Friday between 9am and 11pm EST.  You will be asked to enter your birth date (to ensure eligibility).  Fill out the information, and within a few days, you’ll receive an email confirmation.  Your coupon will arrive four to six weeks later.

The fun part…besides free candy?  You can do this up to five times, if I remember correctly.

Meekness and Couponing Battle Each Other

God has an interesting way of molding us sometimes, doesn’t He?

I’ve been reading my way through a series of teachings that deals with Biblical meekness.  Nancy Leigh DeMoss, of Revive Our Hearts, started the series on June 18th, and I believe it ran through June 30th.

I HIGHLY recommend that you read or listen to, at minimum, the first day’s teachings.  You’ll be hooked.  I printed out the series to read at my leisure as I tend to be a visual learner.

Meekness is about surrendering yourself to God’s will.  It’s not about being a doormat or being mousy.  It’s also not about being pushy and demanding your way, as is common in these days.  The feminist movement left an indelible imprint on most women’s lives, and it has not always been for the best.

The lessons I’ve read thus far have made my head spin and convicted me of many areas in my life that need changing.

I am not (nor are any of us) naturally meek.   There are times when I’ve found it easier to hold my tongue and accept whatever is laid before me.  Those instances are far and few between.

Using coupons at stores is not one of those times.

Boy, oh boy, do I struggle when I head to the register after shopping for deals.  You see, I know a store’s policy (or so I think), and I’m just waiting for the battle that’s about to ensue as soon as I hand over my stack of coupons.  Some people are embarrassed to use coupons.  They don’t want to make waves.

I’ll guiltily admit that I think a small part of me loves the thrill of it.

Did that just sound bad?

Yeah, I guess it did.

It’s not that I go looking for a fight.  I just expect it as stores don’t want to lose money, and I don’t want them to have mine.

Today was a classic example of the small battle that I fight against myself.

I went to Target armed with an arsenal of firepower (i.e. coupons).  I browsed shelf prices looking for items that I could purchase for 60% off or more.  And I found a few good ones.  I had coupons that would allow me to get a nice razor for free, two sticks of deodorant for $.49 each, and five frozen dinners for $.79 each.  I think I had 14 or 15 coupons for these few items.

When my total rang up, I knew it was wrong, but I wasn’t sure what the problem was, so I sat in the car and tried to figure things out.  Armed with my receipt, I marched back in and headed to customer service.  Sure enough, my cashier had not taken off $6 in coupons, nor did one of my razor coupons ($2) scan properly.

The cashier explained that Target doesn’t allow items to zero out (i.e. you can’t get things totally free), so I wouldn’t be able to use my second coupon on the razor.  I will admit that I argued a teensy bit, but keeping in mind the lessons of meekness that I’d read (and the fact that I’d already saved $4 on the razor, making it $1.99), I stopped out of respect for the store’s rules.

She did refund $6 for the other coupons.

I headed home, still unsatisfied.  I wanted my razor for free.

When I got home and studied my receipt again, I figured out that another $2 in deodorant coupons had not been taken off my bill.  To be sure, I consulted with the Coupon Queen (i.e. my mother-in-law), and based on my explanation, she agreed.

I headed back to the store.  Good thing it’s only a mile from the house, or I would have spent more than my coupon on gas.

I marched in, ready to do battle.

The clerk was patient.  She tried to explain that yes, I had gotten my coupon discount, but the receipt was written in some sort of weird accounting language (i.e. regular math, which I don’t comprehend).  She then re-rang everything on her register and allowed me to look at her screen, which looked totally different from my receipt.

Sure enough.  The store had taken off those $2 in coupons.

I hung my head in shame.  And embarrassment.

It’s not to say that I was rude to her, because I wasn’t.  But I had doggedly insisted that the store owed me that money.

We both got a laugh.  Thank goodness she was so nice about it.

As I walked out, I thought to myself that in today’s world, we don’t necessarily face Goliath’s…obvious enemies that loom large before our eyes.

No.  Most often, our battles are fought on our own turf and in small ways.

Meekness is something I’m trying to learn.  It’s difficult when you live with teenagers who will tell you the sky is green when, in fact, it’s blue.  Meekness is accepting God’s will in even the smallest things and not fretting about them.  Nothing happens with His allowing it.  Hence, did I really need to fret over supposed “lost” coupon money?

No.

I think He was using it as a bigger lesson. It’s one I did not learn very well.

Thank goodness for sunrises that bring new days and fresh beginnings.  I know that when I get up today, I’ll be given more opportunities to practice being meek.  I can hardly wait (I think).

The Cost of 3 Degrees

You’ve all become familiar with my quest for saving money.  Ok…so I’m becoming a tight-wad.  In these difficult economic times, I think it’s acceptable.

We hang our clothes on lines that we’ve strung across the garage, we’re careful to turn off lights and fans when leaving the room, and – most importantly – I keep the thermostat set at 83 degrees during the day.

Say what?

That’s right…I figure if we’re going to freeze during the winter, we might as well sweat during the summer.

My efforts are paying off.  The electric bill for May was $99.xx.  June’s was $129.xx.  However a little something changed between June and July.  Or rather, a “someone” decided he wasn’t sleeping well at night, so he started turning the air down three degrees.

No big deal, he figured.  I’ve been turning it back up as soon as I roll out of bed in the mornings.  Of course, some days that’s not until 10am…adding up to about ten hours of extra cooling time.

The Mr. did not seem all that concerned.

Until the bill arrived this morning.

$198.xx.

It went up by $70.

I realize the increase might not be entirely due to the air conditioner being turned down at night, but I think it was the main reason for it.  After all, we’ve begun monitoring the length of time spent in the shower.  Chicky and I take lukewarm showers because it’s so hot here.

We have been cooking more, but I still don’t think it’s enough to account for a $70 increase.

When the Mr. told me about the bill, I nearly went ballistic.  He’s in the dog house…a very hot one to boot.

I don’t know what we’re going to do, but I just can’t forsee us continuing in this manner.  We’re all going to have to suck it up.  We’re fortunate that we have the technology to cool us off at our whim…unlike settlers of old.  Of course, times were very hard back then, and I can only imagine how miserable it must have been to live in Florida without central air.

Who would have thought that three degrees would make such a difference.

Now we know.

Four Year Olds are Hard Work!

Today I had a subbing job…for a class of four-year-olds.  The class was at my church’s preschool – a place I worked at three summers ago.

That summer, I had the 13-24 month-olds.  Five of them.

Today, I had 11 four-year-olds.

I thought the tots would be a little easier to manage since they were older.

No dirty diapers to change…they can handle spoons by themselves…

Boy, was I wrong.

My first clue that I would have my hands full was when one young guy came in sporting a cast on his arm.  His mom, also a teacher at the school, told me that this was his third cast since December.

I chuckled, turned, and saw him standing on a chair.

Uh oh.  I really didn’t want to see him with a cast on the other arm.

Another lad entered the room, and he proceeded to join the first in the standing-on-a-chair game.

Great.

And so it went.

The regular teacher left wonderful notes, God bless her.  I had an amazing teenaged helper too, God bless her as well.

The morning went well.

Circle time, theater time, snack time, and then playground time.

It was hot outside, but the school has a tent set up over half of the playground, so we were able to cool off there.  One little girl came to me and declared that she was hot as bacon frying.  Don’t ‘ya just love some of the things that kids say?!

The kids had a “birthday party” in the sandbox.  Oh boy…they must have carried half of the sand out of there…in their pockets, stuck to their skin.

Their faces, though, were red from the energy they had expended, and we got them all cleaned up in the bathroom.

It was back to the classroom for a game of Lilly Pad Jump (jumping from one paper plate to another…all previously painted by them) and centers.

Things got interesting here.

The teacher has a deep, rectangular rubbermaid container full of rice and fun little toys the kids can “bury.”  The rice ideally stays IN the box.

Not today.

While my attention was diverted elsewhere, one mischievous gal poured rice on the dollhouse and surrounding carpet.  When I caught her, she tried to look innocent.

No can do, sister-dear.  I’m raising two of my own and you can’t outwit me.

Later, it was time for lunch.  Whew!  Can you imagine opening 11 Caprisuns, Juicy Juices, and apple sauce containers?  One little girl dropped her yogurt on the floor.  Of course it landed upside down.

Have I ever told you that the smell of yogurt makes me sick?

Kids eat lots of yogurt.

I’ve never gotten used to the smell.

I tried not to gag as I cleaned it up.  I would have rather it had been one of the mushy, green poopy diapers I had to change three years ago (the result of my charge’s Fruit Loop breakfasts).

After lunch, we got everyone cleaned up and went to the large youth room to dance.

My kids acted like they were caged animals who had just been released into the wild.

It didn’t take them long to start chasing each other in one huge circle and screaming like a bunch of heathen children.

I was a little embarassed when another class walked in, and the kids stood there looking at my group.

Parents started picking up their children from our “dance” session, and before I knew it, my assistant and I were alone again.

She vacuumed the rice, and I unstickied the yogurt-applesauce-peanut butter tables.

It was a hectic day but also one of joy as I remembered my own children at that age.  The conversations that passed between the kids (four year olds talk a lot!) were precious.  I watched as one young guy consoled a little lass after she hurt her knee.  His compassion touched my heart.

Yes, four year olds are a lot of work, but today it was mostly the fun kind.

The Score is In

When I got home from subbing today (I’ll post about this in a bit), I decided to check the mail.

I was on the phone with my friend, Rabbitrescuer (remember the gal whose son was burned last summer…we talk on the phone or via Skype almost every day).  As we chatted, I casually flipped through the items I had pulled from the mail…when all of a sudden I had to suck in my breath.

I had an official-looking envelope.

And it hit me.

My test score…from the English 6-12 certification exam I had taken a couple of weeks ago.

My poor friend…she had to listen while I tried to decide…open it with her on the phone or wait for us to hang up.

I decided to open it.  After all, she’d be there to either comfort me or share in my joy, depending on the outcome.

With a quivering hand, I opened the envelope.

My eyes had difficulty focusing…did I pass or fail?

See for yourself…

Do you see…the top, green section…

PASS

Everybody do the Happy Dance with me!