Guess Who - Round Two

 

Does this face look familiar?

 

This is SuperD's mom in 1967 at the age of 17.

 

 

 

This is my daughter at the age of 9.

 

Freaky familiar, huh?

 

For those who missed the original post, the Brain looks like my dad:

 

Guess Who?

Kids say the funniest things

[Riding in the car, listening to the radio]

Me, to SuperD [shocked]: Are you listening to country music?

SuperD: Yes. Is there something wrong with that?

The Brain [pipes up from the back seat]: Dang hillbillies!

Freaky lizard boy

Obviously, the Brain's gigantic brain didn't remind him to use sunscreen this weekend at my aunt's house. I've been lathering him up 3 times a day with aloe vera gel, keeping it moist, but he's peeling everywhere! I even found dead skin on my iPad screen! Eeeew!

Tuesday funny

Pinky and I work at the local ballpark to put funds into her school band account.

Each time we work, this sight gives me a chuckle.

 

(In case you can't read the small red signs on the doors, they read, "NOT AN EXIT".)

God does still speak

God makes me giggle at times. He never ceases to amaze me. Someone wrote a question of Facebook yesterday, asking why God doesn't still speak wth an audible voice. I didn't comment because I didn't have an answer. It did get me thinking though. Does God still speak with an audible voice? If He spoke to me in that manner, I might be afraid to tell anyone for fear they would think me crazy. There are so many examples in the Bible of God speaking to people, and yet we don't hear of any in our society today.

But I know God still speaks. In fact, he spoke to me this morning. Think I'm crazy? Well, I've been very anxious the past week, as we wait to see if SuperD will get the job he interviewed for almost 2 weeks ago. We know they are considering him because they called one of his references to check up on him. I've been praying a lot about this job. He would be working for the same school system who employs me. It would be close to home. It would provide insurance immediately, which is important for a diabetic. It doesn't pay what he is worth, but he would work normal hours and be able to spend more time with the family. It's what he wants. It's what I want. But is it God's will?

I've been honest with God. I've asked Him to give this job to SuperD. I know the answer might be "no", but I've asked God to please let it be a "yes". He knows the desires of my heart. He knows how I've been fighting worry about the state of our checking account. He has been keeping me calm every time the worries try to resurface. I know He will continue to take care of us. He hasn't given me the answer I desire, but He did answer me this morning.

I awoke from a dream. I won't go into details, but it reflected the worries I have been keeping at bay. I talked with God about it and gave those worries back to Him. Again. Then, as I checked my email, He sent me a Bible verse. KLOVE sends me a verse every day. Most days I read over it, reflect a little, and go on with my day. But today, it was meant for me. It's one of my favorites. Proverbs 18:10 says, "The name of the LORD is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe." It was a reminder to me to keep doing what I'm doing, and God will continue to keep us safe. I'm certainly not righteous, but as I continue to give my anxiety over to God, I know he honors my faithfulness.

Well, I guess God wasn't through talking to me because when I was checking Facebook, He gave me another verse. Psalm 9:9-10 says, "The LORD is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. Those who know Your name will trust in You, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek You." I smiled and said, "Okay. Okay, God. I get it."

If my dreams are any indication, I hadn't truly given Him my trust. I've been trying. It's been hard. He's taught me this same lesson over and over, and He has never failed me. He has walked with me and even carried me when I was too tired to go on. This is not too big for Him. This is nothing for Him. We are everything to Him, and I will continue to trust and praise Him. He will not forsake me. He will keep me safe. 

So, God does speak. It wasn't with an audible voice, and you still may think I'm crazy. But I know my Savior's voice. If you listen, you will hear Him, too.

A Family Fourth

The Fourth of July has always been an important holiday for my family. As I pointed out last year, we always attend our local parade, and in the evening, we watch one of the best fireworks displays in the nation. The whole town turns out with lawn chairs and picnic blankets. In fact, the spectators used to view the fireworks from the college stadium. These days, people spread out all over the campus and stake their claim wherever they find room. I look forward to this holiday every year. Even when SuperD and I lived 90 miles away, we always came back to town for the 4th. I don't remember ever missing it.

Until this year.

We did attend the parade since Pinky was once again in the marching band. Proud Band Mom stood and cheered and then ran down the sidewalk to capture even better photos as the band continued on down the street. But this year, my aunt and uncle invited us to visit them and shoot off our own fireworks. This would be a brand new experience for me. See, I have always lived in the city, where ordinances prohibited fireworks, except for the big town display. Other than sparklers, smoke bombs, and Black Cats, I've never set off fireworks. While I thought it would be a fun experience for Pinky and the Brain, I dreaded missing my family ritual. I would be breaking a 40-year tradition. Little did I know how very awesome my new experience would be.

As I sat in my aunt and uncle's driveway this evening, watching my husband and children lighting our fireworks, I began to hear and see at least 7 other groups setting off their own displays nearby. Literally, there were lights bursting all around me! I was surrounded by a chorus of whizzing and popping! Before one would end to my right, another would burst to my left, and then one behind us would light up the sky! It was magnificent!

Ewww.

I don't like feet. I think they're ugly. And gross. I don't like sandals. I despise flip-flops. Give me a cute pair of Keds any day. The very thought of a pedicure makes me anxious. I don't want anyone touching my feet. I don't even want people to see my feet, and I certainly don't want to see theirs.

So you can understand why I throw up in my mouth a little every time someone posts a picture on Facebook of their freshly painted toenails and it pops up on my Newsfeed. Toenails are nasty. It doesn't matter if they're striped, polka-dotted, camoflauged, crackled, sparkled, spangled, bejeweled, or glittered. This is yet another fad in which I will not participate. E-VER.

If I want to decorate my feet, I'll do it like this:

    

A Day in the Life...

Things I learned today:

My husband has 30 pair of white sports socks, enough for an entire month. (Is it any wonder that whites are my least favorite load of laundry?)

Each time I eat my favorite mini M&M Sonic Blast, I blow 520 calories. (Some days, like today, it is worth it.)

I tie my shoes wrong. (There is a strong knot and a weak knot. I do the weak knot, and my shoes don't stay tied.)

During my lifetime, I will grow approximately 590 miles of hair. (Most of it will end of on my bathroom floor or wound around the vacuum cleaner belt.)

Roma Downey is only 11 years older than me. (So she's either younger than I thought she was, or I'm older than I thought I am.)