Sweet Pea

Sweet Pea is here to visit.

We love her.

She is SUPER entertaining!

Like when she said, "Aunt Sam, I've Got to get OVER it!"

I had no clue what she was talking about but it was stinkin' cute.

So, for a week. A week!

I have 3. Count them -

ONE.

TWO.

THREE!

Pray for me :)

mysterious ways

Well as I said, I wanted to share with you - how I ran into the poem
and how God intervened so that I might make a new friend.

It was a late night and I was working on this post - I wanted a poem or maybe a quote to go along with the post and something popped in my head so I googled the words "sit with me" and the first thing to pop up was this poem.

It said at the bottom of the page to make sure and email the author of the poem, Kathleen Higham, if you wanted to use the poem... so I did. I wanted her to know how beautiful her poem was and I asked her if I could share it with you all, as well as the Mamas in my Mamas' Group with my church.

The very next morning I got a reply from her. She was very sweet. She said I could of course use her poem, she said she had wrote the poem for a Mother's Day Service. She also told me that I was the second person to ask permission to use it, recently as there was a mother from Utah whose 18 year old daughter had been killed in a car accident in December. The lady said that they had put a lovely bench by her grave site and they wanted to put her poem on the bench. Ms. Higham cried. She cried not only because that mother was grieving but also because she was so honored that they had found comfort in her poem, her being a total stranger.

I cried, too.

I commended her on her beautiful talent and how much I loved the poem. She agreed that God was using her to meet people all over the world. Kathleen is a retired nurse. She has written 750 poems and devotionals. Kathleen is now writing for ChristArt.com and in a few months, she will publish her 3rd book.

Her first book can be found on Amazon.

A beautiful opportunity to minister God's promises, I'd say.

She wrote in her email to me,

"It is an honor when someone writes to me and asks to share His words that He gives to me."

and

"I know God has given us a divine appointment."

I was so thankful to had found the beautiful poem and to meet a new friend,

a Godly woman friend to boot!

His ways amaze me!

Now, if you would join me, I would like to lift Kathleen up in prayer today as she is recovering from shoulder surgery and also her husband's health. She is also working on starting a publishing business with another gal. The publishing company is to help Christian writers get their work published "without taking a beating". I pray that starting the business will go smoothly. Thank you Dear Lord for introducing me to Ms. Higham. She is truly a blessing.

In Jesus' Name,

Amen.

Come and Sit with Me Awhile

by Kathleen Higham

Come and sit with me awhile
Why could I not be still?
Just a sweet, tender request
Sometimes I failed to fulfill.

Come and sit with me awhile
For I may not always be here
Needing a little time from you
Time we will both hold dear.

Come and sit with me awhile
Before my time is gone
When tears will bring you to me
In the hours before the dawn.

Come and sit with me awhile
We don't even have to talk
Just come, just come, my child
We'll take a quiet walk.

Come and sit with me awhile
So quickly comes tomorrow
I pray for your presence
A moment I might borrow.

Come and sit with me awhile
Only one can love you more
My God, your God, our God
He waits at Heaven's door.

Come and sit with me awhile
For with Him I will leave
It may be unexpectedly
Your heart will not conceive.

Come and sit with me awhile
Remembering my Mother's voice
Come and sit with me awhile
Someday there will be no choice.

Come and sit with me awhile
Warm eyes will tenderly greet
A Mother's heart will touch you
When together we shall meet.

Come and sit with me awhile
I can feel my Mother's smile
She waits patiently in Heaven
Saying, "Come and sit with me awhile."

Please contact Kathleen Higham at kathleenhigham@yahoo.com to request permission to use this poem.

Please stay tuned as I will soon share with you the story behind me finding this poem and

how God intervened so that I may have the pleasure of making a new friend.

The Accent.

Do you have a favorite accent?

I started thinking about this today when I was watching the World Cup.

There was a man announcing on there who had this crazy accent that I could barely understand BUT, I liked it. I like how accents make us different.

Different is good.

and

Let's admit it - accents are hot!

Hugh Grant has a awesome British accent -

I think I like him best (so far) in Notting Hill - one of my favorites!

I love how each country has their own silly words for cursing.

Like the British accent has "Bugger!"

I love it when he says it

&

what a cool word to express frustration.

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And then there is Mr. Gerald Butler...

The "Studly Scotsman".

I've heard that Mr. Butler might be losing his accent due to Hollywood roles.

NO!

If you haven't seen 300 -

well drop everything NOW and go do so.

Prepare yourself for a lot of Mr. Butler deliciousness... Alright then!

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Next, we have the famous Aussie Chef.

I heart the Australian accent, it is distinct and a pleasure some delight for the ear.

Curtis Stone's accent is just that

and (whisper) he is easy on the eyes. Okay!

This post really wasn't a good excuse to write about good-looking men... or was it? Moving on!

Curtis is a chef from Australian but trained in London.

His accent brings both Aussie flare and British charm.

Scrumptious.

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Then we have ole Mr. Cary Grant.

Need I say more?

What a handsome-regal face. No?

His accent is Mid-Atlantic (between American and British).

&

I lof it.

My favorite movie of his was when Mr. Grant played in Father Goose.

His good looks weren't really showcased in this movie

(but come-on! It's Cary Grant for goodness sake!)

Heart Heart Cary Grant

Anyhow, the combination of young girls, led by the beautiful Leslie Caron, intruding on his island as Mr. Grant was supposed to be keeping an eye out for Japanese ship movements during WWII - instead he was drinking himself in to many deep drunken naps.

It is hilarious and very sweet!

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Which leads me to my newest accent crush.

Mr. Matthew Goode.

and oh.

so.

good!

Matthew, on the movie Leap Year, has an Irish Accent. I don't personally know if in real life if he is Irish or if this accent was just "acting" but it was VERY believable! Loved it!

I, especially, love it when he calls Amy Adam's character "Bob".

It makes her crazy.

Leap Year is a fresh new flick about a young gal doing anything and everything! to try and get engaged to her boyfriend Jeremy.

Including tracking her boyfriend down to Dublin, Ireland to propose to him on Leap Year, because she says, "In Ireland, women can propose marriage on February 29th, leap year."

She goes through absolute craziness trying to get to Dublin and ends up in a small town where she meets Declan, (Matthew's character) who thinks she is absolutely insane but decides to take her up on her offer to escort her to Dublin for exchange of money as he is badly in need of moollah to fix his bar/restaurant/hotel place that SHE just about burnt to a crisp.

I won't tell you anymore about it other than

it is a really cute movie and Matthew's accent is simply

swoony.

But I'm really lucky, you know why?

My husband, can fake just about any accent - he is really good at it.

I think my favorite one is the Irish one though, especially when he calls me 'Las'.

Everyday Love!

Each morning the sun shines through my window Lands on the face of a dream come true I shuffle to the kitchen for my coffee And catch up on the front page morning news Then they walks up behind me and throws their arms around my neck

Just another normal thing I’ve come to expect
It’s ordinary plain and simple Typical, this everyday Love!

~Rascal Flatts

London Bridge

London Bridge is falling down, Falling down, Falling down. London Bridge is falling down, My fair lady.
Take a key and lock her up,
Lock her up, Lock her up. Take a key and lock her up, my fair lady.

in the Congo

I know that all of you have those few things that your spouse's do that drive you crazy. I also have those things that if I really focus on them will drive me crazy and Satan, being so dependable in this avenue, keeps feeding that fire to talk me right into hating my husband's guts and livers,

if you know what I mean.

For example, he doesn't do the lawn exactly the way I want it but he does it... well, not near as often as I think it should be done... but you know what I mean.

I've never attempted to do the lawn myself, I've figured that if I did I would be stepping on his toes and it would just cause more heart ache than help. Plus, I'm sure I wouldn't "handle" the lawnmower/weedwacker

Am I the only one who calls them a weedwacker? uhem...

...anyways, handle them correctly, I probably wouldn't mix the gas and oil well... whatever it is... correctly - I would just get myself in a heap of trouble, I'm sure.

I don't know those details and my guess is if I asked him to explain, he would tell me he takes care of it and I don't need to know those things...

So I don't ask him to explain it and no way am I going to Google "how to properly tend to a lawnmower and weedwacker".

Most importantly, I think he would plotz if he came home and I had messed with his stuff...

and there our yard sits growing like a rain forest in the deepest of the Congo.


And he is happy with it.

He obviously thinks it looks fine or he'd fix it... right?


It really doesn't hurt anything - I mean we don't have a cranky home owner's association president telling us that our yard looks trashy and there are

only a few people stopping by weekly to see if this place is abandoned or not! *wink*wink*

Nope, it really doesn't hurt much and he likes to do it -

so, instead of fighting him...

I'd rather have a peaceful home ...

and Lord knows, my chores are NOT perfectly executed and completed - I haven't seen the bottom of the laundry hamper in who knows how long, my kitchen is grease fest 2010 and my windows... well, let's not even talk about the windows.

So, I think before I start critiquing the Congo I better go scrub that crumb infested/ oil splattered kitchen...

and keep my bad attitude to myself from now on.

James 3:6-12
"6 And the tongue is a fire. The tongue is an unrighteous world among our members, staining the whole body, setting on fire the cycle of nature, and set on fire by hell. 7 For every kind of beast and bird, of reptile and sea creature can be tamed and has been tamed by humankind, 8 but no human being can tame the tongue-a restless evil, full of deadly poison. 9 With it we bless the Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who are made in the likeness of God. 10 From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brethren, this ought not to be so. 11 Does a spring pour forth from the same opening fresh water and brackish? 12 Can a fig tree, my brethren, yield olives, or a grapevine figs? No more can salt water yield fresh."

this morning's dialogue...

Daddy - Good Morning, Pauly

Pauly - Hey guys!

Daddy - Don't call us guys, we are Mama and Daddy. I'm daddy and that's mama (he points at me). Isn't she pretty?

Pauly - She's a good girl and I good boy.

Daddy - She is a good girl... NAP TIME!

Mama - (rolls her eyes)

Mama - Pauly, here is your pancakes and milk. Get in your chair, please.

Pauly - Kids at park - guys.

Mama - Yes, you may call the kids at the park "guys".

Pauly - Baby Billy - guys?

Mama - Sure.

I'm off sneezing my head off...

(this pictures makes me want to sneeze)

I'm off juggling kids, fighting allergies and threatening to throw a stupid computer out the window -

Oh! and playing hostess...

Hope to be back soon.

I have an idea

or Houzz does rather.

We have a only one small bathroom in our 4 bedroom house.

I know! Insane!

AND there is No plug-in in there and it makes me crazy!

We really need a bathroom face lift

as well as

an extra similar small bathroom downstairs.

I went to Houzz.com just to get some fun ideas.

Obviously, we can't afford a fabulous tub like the one below

but

I do love getting ideas...

and dreaming.

eclectic bathroom design

eclectic bathroom design by new york architect Richard Bubnowski Design LLC

eclectic bathroom design

come sit beside me

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"For June, who loved this garden, from Joseph who always sat beside her."

Notting Hill

Knock! Knock!

Pauly - Knock! Knock!

The Lady of the House - Who's there?

P - pick one!

TLotH - pick one who?

P - Ha! Ha! pick one - Knock! Knock! Ha! Ha!

TLotH - Ha! Ha! Ha!

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P - Knock! Knock!

TLotH - Who's there?

P - Nanna!

TLotH - Nanna who?

P - Ha! Ha! Nanna - Knock! Knock! Ha! Ha!

TLotH - Ha! Ha! Ha!

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P - Knock! Knock!

TLotH - Who's there?

P - red one!

TLotH - red one who?

P - Ha! Ha! red one - Knock! Knock! Ha! Ha!

TLotH - Ha! Ha! Ha!

TLotH - Okay, It's my turn - Knock! Knock!

P - Knock! Knock!

TLotH - No! I'm saying Knock! Knock....... you say, who's there? - Knock! Knock!

P - Knock! Knock!

TLotH - {sigh} Who's there?

Me and the Beast

Really? Really?

Even the Beasts?

He's got his eye on even the Beasts!

the Sparrow.

the smallest teeniest minuscule ant.

and me.

THE SINNER.

me.

The one who doesn't even deserve an ounce of his immaculate attention

but.

without question.

or a second thought.

he's wants to get

up-close and personal

with.

Sami Jo.

{sigh}

Isn't that Comforting?

5Your love, O LORD, reaches to the heavens,
your faithfulness to the skies.

6 Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains,
your justice like the great deep.

O LORD, you preserve both man and beast.

Psalms 36:5-6