I'm Trying To Be Like Jesus.

I’m trying to be like Jesus;
I’m following in his ways.



I’m trying to love as he did, in all that I do and say.




At times I am tempted to make a wrong choice,




But I try to listen as the still small voice whispers,




“Love one another as Jesus loves you.





Try to show kindness in all that you do.




Be gentle and loving in deed and in thought,




For these are the things Jesus taught.”



Words and music: Janice Kapp Perry, b. 1938
© 1980 by Janice Kapp Perry.

Indulge me a moment.

I know, I know..... I realize that I told you I'd post pictures of my baby girls baptism and the goings on of the weekend but I've been a little side tracked by this wee little creature that has wrapped its warm little fuzzy ears around my heart and well, it needs me my maturnal innards keep telling me and I'm kind of obsessed with her/him/it (don't know yet.....it is too young).




This isn't my wee one but my son who it belongs to is at school and SOMEBODY has to take care of the wittle fwuff ball and being the responsible individual that I am it falls to me......




Oh I can't stand it! Isn't she adorable? It's a she right? You think so too? Ya, me too.



And this canine........



And this canine.... are just dying to have a turn to hold her. Don't worry you wee wittle one. Mamma will protect you......ahem.....I mean.......my sweet boy will protect you cuz you actually belong to him even though at the moment you have found a home on my shoulder all nestled in my pile of hair.



I knew there was a reason I had ratty hair!

Another Levi moment

When Levi and his older siblings are out and about and someone who doesn't know Levi's situation approaches and tries to talk to Levi, (it usually doesn't go too well) his siblings quickly come to his defence and pipe up saying, "he's handicapped".

The other day I was out and about with Levi and his baby brother. A man who I was talking to started to talk to my baby who makes me melt when he gives me wet slobbery kisses.....my baby......not the man.....cuz it wasn't MY man.....not that MY man gives me wet slobbery kisses......although his kisses make me melt........ in another way........and that is all I'm saying on that subject. Anyway, back to the story. Levi, in a very loud voice yells at the man, "he's handicapped"! I busted up laughing and thought I was going to split a gut.

I wonder if Levi thinks the world is handicapped and he is normal. :o) Now THERE'S an interesting thought........

More posts to come on our fun weekend.......just need to download photo's...and all that good stuff....

A little taste of Saturday.

This Saturday is the big day for my baby girl who doesn't want to be called a baby. The day she has been looking forward to for 8 years......well, okay....technically maybe the last 4 years but ya know what I mean. We've been looking forward (or not, I'm still hung up on her growing up) for the last 8 years. She will be baptised by her daddy into this awesome church!



How can you go wrong with lemon and orange pound cakes I'd like to know? The sheet cakes, (chocolate, carrot, and a vanilla pound cake type that I cover in cream cheese frosting and then fresh fruit) are good to go......the meat for the taco's is cooked.......

I think my Jewish nether most heritage comes through and rears it's bounteous food diva head. Not that I can cook......I can't.....but I try.......and if there is any occasion that calls for food. I'm all over that baby and if there isn't an occasion then I make one up like no ones business. I believe in heritage and keeping it alive and nothing speaks alive to me more than food! Good food! Glorious food! Gonna go lick some more of that frosting off of the beaters now.....that is my Scotch heritage.......waste not......want not....

She's 8!

My baby girl turned 8 on Saturday. We had a neighbor and friend of ours make a Barbie cake for my girl and my niece who also had a birthday in August. (How the heck am I supposed to write a post about my baby girl when my baby is peeking behind her and making me want to put him in kryptonite and keep him preserved forever just like he is........can you do that?.......I mean with kryptonite?......not that I'd ever do that......seriously....I'd never try to keep my baby from growing up and leaving me all alone and my arms empty and those DIMPLES.....I would never DREAM of trying to preserve that.......I wonder if Windex would work.......)





We thought the "I love mom" tattoo was a crack up!




My baby girl is such a princess. First thing she told her cousin was, "I get the Barbie!"




Trying to figure out where to put candles in this cake was a bit tricky. The boys thought it would be cool if Barbie's hair went up in flames.



Cuteness aside. That was a dang good cake. Very moist and very yummy with cream cheese frosting........mmmmmmm......burp.....scuse me........

Happy Birthday baby girl who will always be my baby girl even when you are a teenager and are rolling your eyes with your nose up in the air telling me to stop with the "cute name stuff cuz it is sooooo embarrassing". Get used to it. You'll always be my baby girl!

Oh floor, oh floor....where art thou?

When I awoke this morning and realized I'd been mumbling the title of today's blog over and over I knew that it was time. Is there a floor beneath all of the stuff that is piled up in my bedroom?

When it gets to the point that you can no longer write your name in the dust on ones dresser without using heavy machinery because the dust is no longer dust.......it is dirt........you know it is time.

When you can't find the closet doors because they have been used for months and months as tall vertical hang everything on them gadgets........it is time.

When the ceiling fan will no longer turn because all the cobwebs and dirt that have accumulated on the blades are now cement.......it is time.

When you have to pole vault over piles of junk just to get into bed at night only to have one of your punks need something in the middle of the night and you find yourself cursing as you stumble and stub your toes on debris because you can't see your way in the dark to your door.......it is time.

When your punks bedrooms start to look cleaner than yours........then it is DEFINITELY time...........

Oh, and by the way....that photo up there at the top of this post? It isn't my bedroom.....I would NEVER let my bedroom get that bad...ahem....cough....snort....pigs.....

Post note: Okay, I am SO cracking up. I have had too many a concerned person asking me if this is a photo of my bedroom. NO FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD! Do you really think if my bedroom were that messy I'd actually post a photo and admit to it? No my darlin's. I went on the big ol' Internet and googled messy bedroom photo's and up this one came and so no my friends, someone else is secure enough in themselves to actually post a photo of their messy bedroom.......I just happily pointed out their mess because I'm secure enough in myself to point out other's faults......just not my own...... :o)

And the winner is.......

My awesome rockin' family! Here they all are after the race. Pictured left to right:

My dad, my sister in law Liesl and my brother Howard, my nephew Korey and his wife Kristi, my nephew Devon, my sister Elizabeth and her husband Brent, my brother in law Greg and my sister Sherri, and their daughter my niece Paige.

They make triathlons look like cake! Hey! I eat cake. Lots of cake....which is why I didn't enter with them.....I was too busy cheering them on.....eating my cake.

I sure do love all of you and am SO proud of you. Next year, I just may get off my back end and join you....gonna think about it for awhile though.....gonna think real hard......cuz....me and this here couch.......we kinda have a thing going.....and I'm not very good at breaking off relationships.....don't get me wrong......I keep trying..... I'm gonna come up with a plan....gonna come up with something real good so the couch thinks it's not it...that the problem is me........let it down real easy like....I think I'll write it a letter.....ya, that seems the best approach.......another day though......ol' couchy here promised me a night of movies and popcorn.....I'll wait till after maybe........