The Tender Mercies of the Lord

I needed this reminder this week...such a beautiful message.
The Tender Mercies of the Lord

Going Backwards

I am feeling a bit smug. Being organizationally challenged, I usually find myself panicking this time of year. It must be a bit of a Christmas miracle: Christmas photos are finished, Christmas cards ordered (some even written), teacher and neighbor gifts purchased, tree up and decorated, and most of my Christmas shopping is complete! There needs to be documentation of this rare personal feat.

However, that being said, my true nature will reveal itself in the next bit of information. I am a chronic catcher-upper. So, in the spirit of catching up, I am posting some photos of the family at the annual Owasso Hog Jog. I know other parts of the country have "Turkey Trots;" here we have hogs. Also, I just noticed that I am conspiciously absent from the photos. I happened to be the photog which may explain the terrible pics.

Abby and her friend volunteered to help at the event. The only volunteer shirts that were available were immpossibly large. Although at the end of the race they were given the option to trade in their oversized shirts for properly sized race shirts, the girls politely declined and kept these.

Gilbert, Cris, and Parker all decided to run the 5K. Many attempts were made to disuade our 8 year old from participating in the run. He has never run that far (that we know of) before. He could not be convinced otherwise and ended up taking second in his age group. So, much for our parental advice...open mouth, insert running shoe.

Because the older ones were all participating, Claire could not be left out. She eagerly ran the 1 mile fun run. I was her adult chaperone, and I can tell you there were moments when she literally left me behind. Running behind a speedy 4 year old at a "fun" run isn't very fun when you are slow.

Lastly, I will leave my family members with their assignments. Matt and Julie have Bate and Dave and vice versa. Tam and Cris have Stephy and Bob and vice versa. Now I will know who's really reading this.

Black Friday and Piano Saturday

I think I am now officially a 12 year veteran of Black Friday. It began as way for me to get a large dedicated holiday chunk of time to Christmas shop. As a nursing mom, this was extremely helpful. I would nurse the baby around 4:30 and be back in time for the next feeding.

Although it started as a practical way to tackle holiday shopping, I now no longer face those same issues, but enjoy the people, the sales, and even in a weird way being one of the first in the store sprinting for whatever it is I am trying to buy. I don't know what it is like in other parts of the country, but in the South you have some very zealous shoppers. I ran across a group of women wearing these shirts.In case you can't read the shirts (this was taken with a camera phone) the front says, "bargain hunter." The back of the shirt says, "no cutting, no saving spots, no grabbing,....a merry Christmas." OK, so I can't read it all either. Still, I thought it was pretty funny.

Today, three of our four children played Christmas in Barnes and Noble. Any purchases made with vouchers from the performance donated a portion of the proceeds to the local area music teachers association. Parker was first (they received bonus points added to their practice record if they wore the hat). Abby was next. Gil finished our group.

He was not happy about the hat, but knew he needed the points.The children did a great job. There is nothing quite like Christmas music to get you in the spirit of the season.

I've Been Tagged

Ok, Steph...here goes. I will respond to the tagging that requires the least ammount of brainpower from me. For those who don't know, I have been tagged and must now access the 1st photo file on my computer, pull up the fourth picture and give a little background.This was a picture taken outside the Claremore ward building shortly after Abby's baptism on December 11, 2004. Many of our good friends and family are present: Grandma and Grandpa Warner, Grandma and Grandpa Workman, Adam & RaeAnn's family, Gill & Val Warner's family, Anderson children, and children of our friends the Moes. Timing wise, this photo is pretty appropriate because Abby is now planning her party for her 12th birthday!

Election Therapy

For anyone who is weary listening to political ads, spin-doctors, changing campaign promises, and the mud-slinging that goes on during election time, Ben & Jerry's will help you soothe your election angst. My only complaint is that Tulsa, OK is apparently not cool enough to have a Ben & Jerry's. So, for all of you friends and family who are lucky enough to live in cooler states than I, you can think of me on election day, I will be in line at Wal-Mart purchasing my own pint of New York Super Fudge Chunk.

A Little Bird Told Me

You may not be aware of this bit of information, but I have in recent months discovered an artist I really enjoy. Her name is Linda Etherington and her body of work reminds me a bit of Gauguin, Picasso (for her color use), and her still life has some VanGoughish elements. That being said, her work is unique. It is cheerful, whimsical, and I found a painting I really loved.When I contacted her, Linda told me she thought this painting was still available. However, I would need to be in touch with the gallery that represents her. I did and the owner was in the middle of another show and said he would be in touch. Weeks later, he thinks he may have sold it, but still unsure. Today, I get an email from Linda that put the final nail in the coffin. The painting was definitely sold. So, to whomever is in posession of this painting, "I hope you know how lucky you are." I am hoping that blog therapy will pull me out of my "blue period."

Pumpkin Paranoia

We have always thought our dog was a bit strange...lovable, but strange. Without going into too much detail I can say she has some quirky issues.

Despite her oddities, the latest development is quite puzzling. In the spirit of autumn and trying to be festive, I purchased some pumpkins. No, I did not buy them from the pumpkin patch; I bought them from the grocery store. Even so, they were dirty, so I put them in my laundry room to clean up. When Olive discovered them later that eve, she went berserk. Olive seldom barks in the house. She was barking so much, I thought she must have found a mouse. Cris and I searched and searched trying to figure out what the problem could be. When I moved one of the pumpkins to look behind it, I discovered she was barking at the pumpkin. She growled, shaking all over, too afraid to get really close to the pumpkins. I figured that she would eventually figure out the truth...she was barking at a large orange squash and would not be harmed. Two hours later, with no barking break, I called it quits and shut the laundry room door. I'm not sure aversion therapy works with dogs.