1:00 am

It's 12 frazzlin 45 in the morning and I'm as wide awake as a hoot owl.
Note to self:
No more cold medicine!!

I've lain in bed for about 2 hours with various things tumbling around in my mind so I thought if I wrote them down (for you! oh joy!!) I could maybe go to sleeeeeeep........

Here's some of my to-do list:
Plan a summer mission trip for our youth group.
Same-o same-o summer camp style? or go to some sort on international?
Whichever it is,..it needs to be planned soon.

Write 4 devotionals for the Arkansas Baptist State Newsletter.
Cool opportunity. Not difficult,..but it comes with deadlines.

Clean/organize my office.
I'll begin this task by calling the corp of engineers to bring over a few bull dozers.

Christmas shop.
Some people hate Christmas shopping but I'm not one of them.


The other HUGE things on my mind are just a bunch of personal jumbled up icky feelings regarding some issues.
Don't you hate it when there are "issues" with people which really have no possible resolution?
Situations such as the ones I'm dealing with are deeply internal and require that I
a: accept the situation which I intensely dislike
or
b: confront it.

Since I'd rather stick myself in the eye that have a confrontation of any kind, I am grappling with my sorry attitude.

"Be anxious for nothing, but with prayer and thanksgiving, let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace which passes all understanding will keep your heart and mind."
I've utterly butchered that passage because I'm not checking for accuracy at 1:00 am. Still, the thoughts and words have quieted me a bit.

As they always do.

As they always do.

Oatmeal and Crisco

Casey and I watched a movie a couple of days ago called "Julie and Julia".

Seen it?

It's a true story about a young wife who decided to cook through

Julia Child's Italian Cookbook in a year.

Her blog was huge and evidently the world was fascinated 'cause she had a million followers.

For the life of me, I could never imagine such an attempt because I don't like to cook.

I am no good at it and I'm also a bit of picky eater.

Blogging about cooking is best left up to my good friend Kendall.

Hurry!

visit Kendall here and join in the giveaway contest!

Making Becky blog about cooking would be as painful

as making me blog about

tractors or

sewing or

bee-keeping or

hangnails...

BUT.

I woke up Saturday morning with this recipe on my mind.

I distinctly recall copying this very recipe as I sat in 9th grade

Home-Ec at Southside Jr High

These oatmeal cookies were my all-time fave.
Probably because it had a cup of this.

A CUP of shortening!!
Remember friends, that the BAD kind of fats are the kind
that solidify at room temperature.
So the reason we did not instantly keel over with a heart attack after
one of my oatmeal cookies is because our bodies are warmer than room temp.
Thank goodness the Crisco continues to sludge around in our arteries rather
than plug one of them up.


I had to dig my sifter out from somewhere.
Showing off my stuff like Kendall does.
Uh-oh. Kitchen intruder.

(Actually,..Casey's the best cook in our house)

I rolled half the dough into balls for cooking

(as directed).
I ate the other half

(not directed)

I'd show the finished product but got too busy and didn't photograph it.

So there you have it.

Inspired.

The first and probably last post that will ever appear here related to my cooking.

Wish I Had Been There

This video proves that we can worship anywhere!

Macy's Does the Hallelujah Chorus

Cat-Napper

There are many things in this story which baffle me:

1. Someone wants to steal a cat.
2. Someone wants to save a cat which is being stolen.
3. The police would arrest someone just for stealing a cat.
4. That a cat stealing story would even make the news.
5. While fleeing the scene, the man leaves behind a ...library book?
6. That this incident has put the Stifft Station neighborhood on "HIGH ALERT"!!

I just don't understand........

Funny Ways

I've been missing her funny ways.

She's the 4th little Christmas angel in the too-big white robe,

singing her heart out with her head tilted sideways.

Apparently, she was not supposed to have the sucker.

Above is her imitation of a dead bug

and

Below she imitates a ballerina.

No sissy flat-toed ballet shoes for her!
Her hair holds a freshly picked Azalea.

She used to have a duck named
"Wilber"