Monday, November 22, 2010

My Done List for the last week and a bit.

Since there is so much that I need to add to my To Do list, I thought I'd take a minute and celebrate some done things.  I am not good at doing this.  Instead, I continue to look at all that hasn't been done.  So here goes.
Done:
  • Changed "dining room" into piano room/sitting room.  Moved around Family room a bit. 
  • Painted Front Door and Trim - Blue door, white trim.
  • Found a great deal on a new door knob - reg. 120.00 on sale for 30.00!!
  • Painted back door into garage - same as front.
  • Painted back door onto deck - Fire engine red to match the red screen door (not quite done with this one.)
  • Finally bought pansies, ornamental cabbages, and other winter plants for Dale's office.
  • Had one throwing up boy in the middle of the night. (Very clean bathroom floor and walls and doors, etc. - you get the picture.)
  • Had one boy with a bad cold all week.
  • Thanksgiving program for two boys.
  • Great visit/errands/shopping time with a friend.
  • Walked/ran 7 miles one day; 4 miles another.
  • Lots of driving to school for drop-off and pick up.
  • Trimmed back all the about to die plants at Dale's office - very itchy.
  • Planted gobs and gobs of happy violas and pansies and other interesting stuff at the office.
  • One melt down. 
  • Went to Harry Potter with oldest boy - then to buy birthday presents for friends (and slipped in a little bit of Christmas shopping - shhhh!)
  • Finished planting at the office.
  • Started planting at home to add some happy little bursts of violas at my windows, doors and mailbox.
  • Delivered boys to birthday parties after wrapping presents for their friends. (I delivered one, Dale the other and the third got to stay home and ride the 4 wheeler with Daddy.)
  • Sat and stared for a bit.  Mini meltdown.
  • Favorite In-laws arrived to celebrate our youngest becoming a Christian and joining the church.
  • Church and both sets of Grandparents to set out an "Ebenezar" stone of remembrance for Will.
  • Very fun Home ministry group.
  • Finished planting pansies that will hopefully add cheeriness to cold and bleary days.
  • Wrote another blog.  :)

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Am I one of those?

If you really are, you would never ask yourself this question,
because -
you would be convinced that you aren't. 

I grew up into one without even realizing that that is what I had become.  I am so relieved that God in His great mercy and grace opened my eyes to who I was in His sight.  I will keep you in the dark just a little longer.

Today in our Bible study we were discussing the second half of John chapter one where Jesus begins to collect His disciples.  One of the ladies in our study read verse 42
". . . Jesus looked at him and said, 'Oh, You are Simon son of John.  You will be called Cephas'." 
The way she read it gave it more depth than I had ever heard.  I tried to illustrate how she said it by emphasizing the You.  How it sounded to my ears was as if Jesus already knew him and had been wondering what he would look like or when he was going to show up.  He continues by telling Peter who he would one day be.  I loved the idea that Jesus couldn't wait to meet the men that would become his best friends while He was on earth.

Then Jesus meets Nathanael -(important note) after Nathanael makes a snide comment to Philip vs. 46 "Nazareth!  Can anything good come from there?"  I don't want to write out the whole passage.  It is the end part of John 1.  I have always thought that Jesus was being facetious when He said, "Here is a true Israelite, in whom there is nothing false."  Then Jesus goes on to tell Nathanael that He saw him under the fig tree before Philip called you.  Some in our group thought that Nathanael was having his quiet time there, but leave it to me to see the possibility of something completely opposite.  I thought Jesus was revealing Nathanael's sin - that whatever Nate was doing under that fig tree wasn't something "Kosher" - if you get my drift.  Now, don't get me wrong, John leaves the truth here unstated - vague.  This little secret is between Jesus and Nathanael, but his immediate response is "Rabbi, you are the Son of God;  You are the King of Israel." 

His response reminds me of another response given to Jesus by the woman at the well.  When Jesus tells her, "You are right when you say you have no husband.  The fact is, you have had five husbands, and the man you now have is not your husband.  What you have just said is quite true."  (I had never noticed that last sentence, do you see the humor of Jesus, can't you see the twinkle in His eye as he makes that last statement?  He has just made quite an accusation, but He softens it by agreeing that she has not told a lie.)

She hides her shock quite well, and replies, "Sir, I can see that you are a prophet," and then she proceeds to attempt to change the subject, but instead she has played right into His plan where He reveals Himself as the Messiah to not just a Samaratin, but to a woman, and not just any woman, but one who is clearly a sinner.  She is so shaken, she leaves water jar behind, and here is what she tells the town, "Come, see a man who told me everything I ever did.  Could this be the Christ?" 

And then another interaction comes to mind.  The rich young ruler came to Jesus to proclaim his own holiness and that he does, but Jesus knows his heart and points directly to his sin - his money.  He loves his money more than he loves God.  Help me out here.  Is there any place in scripture where Jesus or God points to a person's righteousness rather than to their sin? 

OK, I've got one already, Job. 

God presents Job to Satan with this discription, "There is no one like him; he is blameless and upright, a man who fears God and shuns evil."  Wow!  How's that for a character reference. . . then God proceeds to allow Satan to tear up everything that Job holds dear and creates a true story that many years later continues to baffle us as readers and believers.  But in the very last chapter, what do we find?  42:1-6, Job confesses, repents to God that he really had no idea of how wonderful God is.  He repented of his own pride.  And God was pleased.  God turns around and blasts Jobs friends for all their rantings, and then tells them He will accept Job's prayers for his friends.  Repentance is what leads to Righteousness.  Irony is beautiful.  The only way I can be Righteous is by admitting I am Not. 

I contemplated other OT "saints" like Noah, Abraham, David, were any of them praised for their Righteousness.  Hmmm, maybe. . .  That train of thought led me to Hebrews and the "Hall of . . . Righteousness? . . . no, the hall of Faith which was counted as Righteousness.  Faith in their own Righteousness?  NO, Faith in God's perfect sacrifice that was yet to come, Faith in Jesus, whose Name was yet to be revealed.  Though there is a chapter break between 11 and 12, it was not written that way.  Hebrews 12:2 says, "Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our Faith. . ."

So, my question is really, "Am I one of those?  Am I a legalist, a pharisee, a saved by works believer? or possibly "Am I a Nathanael?"  Like I said, if you are, you would be hard to convince that you aren't - Like Nicodemus who could hardly believe that Jesus was telling him that he needed to be saved.  Him - a Pharisee, a godly man, a follower of the law - needed to be saved - needed to believe in Jesus to get to heaven.  He needed to start all over from scratch. 

Nicodemus had built his own temple of good works.  Could he now abandon them and turn to Christ Alone for his salvation?  Could you turn from your weekly tithe, your Bible study time, your submissive role as a wife, your helping the fatherless and the widows, your contributions to missions or your own mission trips or even your life as a missionary.  Could you let all that "burn up" and not be "counted"?  Is Christ's righteousness enough for you?  Could you not do another "good work" for the rest of your life and be content to rest in Christ's goodness for you? 

I was accosted again by legalism last night and I literally burst into tears at the deceiptfulness that legalism is to be hiding itself right smack in the assumption of Salvation.  I long to reveal the lies that are so artfully crafted around seemingly Godly beliefs.  I agonize over people, friends that don't see it and fall head long into "another gospel" as Paul calls it. 

A little more than twenty years ago, I got on a plane to cross the country on my way to college.  I vividly remember at some point in the trip realizing that I had left all I knew and loved behind and that I was on that plane with only God.  I am ashamed to say, I was uncomfortable with even that idea.  Within the next month, that God, who was on that plane with me, revealed Himself to me through sermons from I John, and Matthew 7:21-23, "Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven. . . Then I will tell them plainly, 'I never knew you.  Away from me, you evil-doers!'"

Up until that time, I had been a "Doer" - Jesus called it what it really was/is an "Evil - Doer."  It was sobering at the time and still sobers me today that but for the grace of God, I would have continued in my Doing.  Instead I had to humble myself, admit my sin and ask for His righteousness.  I then had to tell those around me, but even harder, I had to tell those at home that I had just been saved.  That all that they had seen and watched had not been because of my love for Christ, but rather my own working my way to heaven.  So, I ask you, I ask myself, "Could you walk away from it all, could you let it burn, could you never Do another thing to please God and be okay with it?" 

(As an aside, an argument with myself, if you will.  I am not talking about the "easy-believism" version of salvation at all.  That once you say the words and walk the aisle, you are a "Christian."  This would be the opposite type of "believer" to which I am referring.  I think I am starting to understand why James is sometimes so confusing.  "Show me your faith without your works and I will show you my faith by my works. . . . " James 2:14-26 speaks to this opposite type of "believer."  So, there are both extremes - those that lean on their works and have no faith and those that lean on their supposed faith, but their lack of works prove them false.)

So, with that being said, I give you one last Biblical illustration.  Solomon wisely determined the mother of the baby by offering to cut the baby in half and give part to each woman who claimed the baby.  The true mother could not bear the idea and gave up her claim to save the baby's life. 

So too, my question is a twist of reality. 

When I thought of it today - "Could I give up my works?"  My immediate thought was not of the loss of the works, but of the loss of the things that build my relationship with God.  Could I not go to church for the rest of my life?  That would be painful to not fellowship with my brothers and sisters in Christ.  It would be painful to not hear the Word preached or to sing and worship Him.  It would be painful to not have a Bible to read.  It would be painful to not speak of Him to others.  Indeed it would become a fire in my bones.  I could not hold it in.  (Jeremiah 20:9 But if I say, "I will not mention him or speak any more in His name," His word is in my heart like a fire, a fire shut up in my bones.  I am weary of holding it in; indeed, I cannot.) 

Wow, it would be as if we were locked in a cell to live out our life holding onto only the Righteousness of Jesus - without the evidence of it - here comes the wow part.  That is what happened to John the Baptist. 

John himself said, "He must increase; I must decrease." But not long after "2When John heard in prison what Christ was doing, he sent his disciples 3to ask him, "Are you the one who was to come, or should we expect someone else?"  Matthew 11. 

John, in prison, sends a message to Jesus, "Are you really the Christ?" 

Can you fathom? 
The one who was sent to "prepare the way,"
the one who so boldly proclaimed "I have seen and I testify that this is the Son of God." 
The one who was linked with God the Father and God the Holy Spirit as testifiers that Jesus, the Man, was also Jesus, the Son of God, the Lamb of God.

4Jesus replied, "Go back and report to John what you hear and see: 5The blind receive sight, the lame walk, those who have leprosy are cured, the deaf hear, the dead are raised, and the good news is preached to the poor."  Matthew 11 
Oh, my, I have just gone back to the cross reference of where those words were in the Old Testament, and I am almost crushed with the beautiful words that surround the message that Jesus sent to John.  Isaiah 35:5  Jesus was telling John with words from Isaiah that He was fulfilling those words while John was locked in a dark dungeon.  Want to guess that maybe John also knew the words surrounding that verse?  Listen to the comfort of the words around Isaiah 35:5

1 The desert and the parched land will be glad;
   the wilderness will rejoice and blossom.
   Like the crocus, 2 it will burst into bloom;
   it will rejoice greatly and shout for joy.
   The glory of Lebanon will be given to it,
   the splendor of Carmel and Sharon;
   they will see the glory of the LORD,
   the splendor of our God.

3 Strengthen the feeble hands,
   steady the knees that give way;

4 say to those with fearful hearts,
   "Be strong, do not fear;            
   your God will come,
   he will come with vengeance;
   with divine retribution
   he will come to save you."        
5 Then will the eyes of the blind be opened  
    and the ears of the deaf unstopped.          

6 Then will the lame leap like a deer,             
   and the mute tongue shout for joy.              
   Water will gush forth in the wilderness
   and streams in the desert.

7 The burning sand will become a pool,
   the thirsty ground bubbling springs.
   In the haunts where jackals once lay,
   grass and reeds and papyrus will grow.

8 And a highway will be there;
   it will be called the Way of Holiness.
   The unclean will not journey on it;
   it will be for those who walk in that Way;
  wicked fools will not go about on it.

9 No lion will be there,
   nor will any ferocious beast get up on it;
   they will not be found there.
   But only the redeemed will walk there,

10 and the ransomed of the LORD will return.
    They will enter Zion with singing;
    everlasting joy will crown their heads.
    Gladness and joy will overtake them,
    and sorrow and sighing will flee away.

Would those words not comfort you.  It makes me wonder if this were a passage that the young Jewish children learned.  Or if John and his second cousin Jesus learned it together as teen boys and if John was at the temple when the boy Jesus was teaching the Teachers.  Somehow John knew that Jesus was greater than he before it was revealed to him that Jesus was the Son of God, for he argued with Jesus that he shouldn't be baptizing Jesus but rather the other way around. 

Now, what do you think, seriously, I'd like to hear some feedback, do you think when Jesus greeted Nathanael with, "Here is a true Israelite, in whom there is nothing false."  Was Jesus refering to Nathanael's righteousness or his sin?  I have given my contemplations behind my thoughts, but I know I could be wrong.  I would love to hear your thoughts.

Monday, June 14, 2010

The Best Lasagna Ever - Easily

Ugh!  Recipes!  Mine are tattered and torn, falling out of my recipe book.  There are torn out magazine pages stuffed in between pages and several stacks of print outs from my searches of All Recipes trying to find the best version of whatever it was at the moment I had a craving to make.  That doesn't happen often around this house.  I am not crazy about cooking.  There are so many steps.
  • Make a menu
  • Make a grocery list
  • Get to the grocery store - with or without children (which is a HUGE difference)
  • Find the grocery list in my purse - hopefully or run back to the car and hopefully find it there or worse come to worse, try to remember all that was written on that list that I left on the table.
  • Accumulate all the groceries for said menu (as well as the snacks, milk, OJ, cat food {see previous entry} and toilet paper)
  • Unload all that stuff at the register (or go to Ingles where you just wheel up the cart and they take it out.  Why haven't other grocery stores gone this route, pray tell?  It eliminates one step in the long process.)
  • Pay the exorbitant amount that the young girl asks for.
  • Unload the exorbitantly expensive food into the back of your car without crushing the bananas, eggs or bread.
  • Again unload the exorbitantly expensive food from the back of your car into your kitchen.
  • Again unload the said groceries from all the individual bags onto the counter.
  • Put them all away.
  • Get them all out again to cook something for dinner - which takes a whoppin 15 minutes when 5 people miraculously appear, gobble down dinner and then disappear again.  Leaving behind plates, utensils, pots and pans, glasses and crumbs to be cleared, cleaned and put away.
Alas, I am sure most of you can relate, but what I am about to share is quite a treasure.  It was discovered by my family when I was a kid in Alabama:  The Best Lasagna Ever!  It didn't have that name originally, but we knew it was good.  Marsha Odom from our church made it and brought it to every covered dish supper we had (because if she didn't. . . ).  When we moved from Alabama to South Carolina, my mother decided to try to make lasagna.  Unfortunately, we had had the best lasagna ever, and nothing compared.  So that became the goal - to find one as good as Marsha Odom's.  And we started rating the lasagnas, but none were close to "the best ever."  After about a year of trying.  Mom hunted down Marsha's address and requested the recipe that we so coveted. 

It was perfect.  It was and still is the ultimate lasagna.  It won over my husband (made him think I could cook).  To this day, he refuses to order lasagna anywhere because he says, "Nothing compares - not even worth trying it."  I recently ordered a sampler at an Italian restaurant in Greenville, and he shook his head at my silliness.  He was right.  What was I thinking???

So, here is the famous recipe - not my fault if you don't write it down:
The Best Lasagna Ever - Easily

Lasagna - Original recipe from Marsha Odom -
(alterations by Annette Hardy)
1lb ground beef (or a little more)
1 lg onion, chopped (vidalia)
2 cloves garlic, minced (hmm, have forgotten about this ingredient)
1 lrg jar Ragu Spaghetti Sauce - with Mushrooms
(I usually have to use 1/2 a jar more)
salt to taste (nope, leave this out too, figure I add enough to noodles)
(I have added chopped spinach to my sauce too, and that is yummy.)
1/2 cup red wine
(don't usually use this, but thinking it might add a nice zing)
12 Lasagna noodles
(a few more for those that break - just regular ones)
12 oz carton small curd cottage cheese (yes, I have tried all the low fat and no fat and all that, but for the few times a year that I make this, I think I'm stickin to the real thing and I use about 16 oz.)
1 Tbsp parsley (I just dump some in, probably more than 1 Tbsp)
2 eggs beaten
16 oz shredded Mozzarella cheese
(yes, I probably use twice that amount too)
1/2 cup parmesan cheese (again I use the whole container - Marsha must have had a smaller 9 X 13 pan than I have.)
  1. Saute onions and garlic in small amt of oil.  Add hamburger and scramble until done (or throw it all in together - no oil, drain off extra oil at the end.)
  2. Add spaghetti sauce, salt and wine - bring to boil - simmer 1/2 hour (or however long the next steps take you)
  3. Cook noodles according to pkg directions, drain and rinse in collander.
  4. Combine cottage cheese, eggs and parsley in a separate bowl.
  5. Assemble in the following order:
    1. Little sauce on the bottom (inside) (yes, this was in my mother's handwriting and she would write that because my brother would be the one to kiddingly put it on the bottom of the pan or worse) of a 9 X 13 pan
    2. Place 4 noodles on bottom (of pan) (see?) overlapping
    3. Spoon 1/3 meat sauce over noodles
    4. Spread 1/2 cottage cheese mixture over sauce.
    5. Sprinkle not quite 1/2 mozzarella cheese
    6. And 1/3 Parmesan cheese over top of that.
    7. Repeat with 4 noodles, 1/3 meat sauce, 1/2 cottage cheese, 1/2 mozzarella and 1/3 Parmesan
    8. Last 4 noodles, remaining sauce and parmesan - (then finish with about 1 cup of mozzarella.)
    9. (Best if made the morning of or the night before baking.)
    10. Bake at 350 for 45 minutes - let stand 15 minutes before cutting.  (Wonderful as leftovers.)
Well, talk about steps - that's a Lot of steps!  I guess this is the one recipe that I truly have memorized.  You'd think that by 41 I'd know others by memory, but alas, my brain fails me, but has been faithful to remember this one - this very important ONE. 

Now I'm hungry, but wasn't planning on making lasagna tonight. 

Murder Mystery in the Hardy Household

We woke this Saturday morning to feathers strewn across the house.  The suspects aren't talking.  They aren't even acting strange, but something is askew.  The body or the bones have yet to be found.  I am not looking forward to that discovery. 

Suspect Number 1:  Number 1 only because he has been here the longest, and he is the biggest.  Rex has been with us for almost 4 years now.  He is our adorable - and sometimes ferocious (when the UPS man comes with a package, or when the doorbell rings) Boykin Spaniel.  Our mailman has the perfect reaction to Rex.  He laughs at his "ferociousness" and walks right past him and tells him he is doing such a good job.  Boykin's are bred to be bird dogs.  That's a big strike against him, but in my observation, the birds have teased him more than he has bothered the birds.

Suspect Number 2:  Suspect Number 2 has been with us almost 2 years now.  Mollie was a teeny tiny feral kitten found near our neighborhood pool.  She was a wild thing - all claws and hisses.  (as opposed too hugs and kisses)  To hold her we had to wrap her carefully in a towel.  Our justification to keeping her was that the previous winter a family of mice that had taken up residence in our cozy garage . . .  Well, at 6 months, puberty hit and our kitten was on her way to being a mama.  Resulting in:

Suspect Number 3:  Ollie was one of three kittens that were born a year ago.  (Yes, I know Mollie and Ollie - very confusing and for me almost embarrassing, but I let the boys each name one kitten and Will named this one saying:  "This way if it is a boy or a girl, it can keep its name.")  Ollie is our most probable suspect.  Last fall she discovered grasshoppers - those big ones.  They fascinated her, so she brought them inside - alive - and played with them for hours until one of us found it (usually me) and I would holler for a boy to come toss the nasty bugger outside.  This spring we have found presents of baby birds, baby bunnies, moles and most famously - a few snakes - yes, she brought them inside to play with again.  Somehow this wasn't what I was thinking of when I thought it would be a good idea to get a cat to take care of the rodent problem.  Mouse traps would have been much easier.

Now for the events of the day before the distressing discovery:

It was Friday.  I knew they were running low on food, but it was late that night that they officially ran out.  It should be noted that Suspect Number 1 has a pesky habit of sneaking the cat food as if it is a treat.  Not wanting to run to the grocery store just for cat food/dog snack at 11:00 at night, I gave them the next best thing - Cheerios!  As I am sure you would have suspected, they turned up their noses.  But Rex didn't - he thought it was a great idea.  Well, they are in no way starving - a little fast wouldn't hurt either of them, so we hoped for the best and went to bed.

I vaguely remember hearing something going on in the living room, but none of it sounded alarming enough to come check it out.  And now that is all I can remember - that maybe something was happening.  Before breakfast I made my way to the store and bought 4 (count them) 4 bags of cat/dog food. 
That was Saturday.  It is now Monday and no more evidence has been found.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Intermittent Windshield Wipers!

What a great invention!! 
           If you can make yours work easily,
                          unlike mine. 
I can never remember which way to turn the knob to make it go faster or slower and then have to wait to find out which way I turned it.  In the mean time I have fielded 2 questions from the back seat, avoided a car turning into my lane, missed my turn, and then forgot what I was doing in the first place - until the rain comes down harder, and I can't see where I'm going.  Then I switch it over to regular until the rain lets up, and the wipers are squeeking, and then I go back to fiddling with the Intermittent Windshield Wipers again.

My first two cars were quite the ancient relics, so when I finally ended up with a cool Toyota Corolla that was "new" enough to have some gadgets on it, I was stoked!  I remember showing off my intermittent windshield wipers to those that came to look at my "new" car.  I got many laughs at my excitement over that feature, but I truly was excited.  I even liked saying the words, "intermittent windshield wipers."  I got some strange looks from those who had not endured my first two cars.

Rabbit Trail: 
I now drive a Honda Odyssey van - this is my third.  Many of us moms drive them, but have you noticed that it seems like they introduced it in the late 90's with the bare bones (when the other Honda's were bursting at the seems with extravagances) only to add them on one year at a time.  Come on, Honda, don't play silly games, we are big girls now.  Give us the gadgets!  I want the cup holders, the temperature inside and out, the door locks (from the front seat), the back-seats to go down easily so I can convert my van into a truck, how about self cleaning carpets or automatic trash dumper?  and front seat noise elimination?  Ooooooh!How about a stewardess to deliver snacks and a potty!!  Got anything to get the gum off the side door where my boys tossed their gum out like Mommy does, but they didn't make it?  And I love that commercial where you run water over the car and all the dents come out!!  That would be nice for covering up the dent in the bumper that happened the day I was amourall-ing my dash while turning a corner and misjudged the side of the road and ran into a drainage cover.  (Embarrassing - to say the least - especially when my oldest says with great delight, "My classmates are gonna get a kick out of that!")  Who armour-alls their car while driving????

Back to the topic - sort of - what was I talking about?:

My first car was truly a relic - and not the good kind.  Closer to the Pinto or Gremlin kind of relic but a little less notorious.  My dad teased me about getting me an army tank and my brother would point out all the cars he thought would be suitable to drive - ugh. 

Well, unfortunately for my fragile teenage status, what I ended up with was not far from their teasing jests.  My dad lucked out and found a mustard brown 1970 something Ford Valiant.  Not exactly your/my dream car, but then again, it did get me from home to school and to my friend's houses and wherever else I could go at that age.  It gave me freedom . . . and I could also drive my sisters to and from school (aha, now I know why my parents let me drive!). 

As long as I remembered them - Suz and I often got home from high school, took one look at mom and were stopped in our tracks - the deer in the headlights look and remembered that we had left our little sister languishing in junior high late stay.  With many giggles, we'd race back out to face the wrath of steaming little sister that we had left at school - again and we would have to endure another trip home trying not to laugh. Oops!

Two and a half years later when Suzanne was old enough to drive, would you believe, my dad found a Second 1970's Ford . . . Valiant.  Gotta be fair, ya know.  Thankfully he couldn't find a third!  To Amy's credit, he found a small yellow station wagon that Amy drove with her head held high - she named it, "The Banana."  Kept it spick and span as if it were a mustang and toted her friends all around town - because they would fit in her car rather than in their two and four seaters.  She learned character from that car.

Several years into my driving adventures, I went to my best friend's house.  One of her brother's friends was there visiting from out of town.  (We had both had secret crushes on him, so that makes this all the worse.)  He said "Hey," and then glanced out the window and named my car by asking, "do you still drive that little brown turd car?"

http://www.valiant.org/chron.html  I tried to find a picture and add it here, but couldn't figure out how to do it.  Here is the Valiant site.  If you really want to, scan through some of the cool older ones, and then, when you get to the mid 70's, you will see they get quite a bit less desireable (and the sales went down) - there is a nice light blue version (probably NOT the original paint version) that is pretty much what I drove, but in a mustardy light brown color.  OK, I've gone back and found a picture I took of one last September when we were vacationing with my Best Friend and her family:  Here it is in white:



And here we are, not quite as svelte as we were in high school,
but 2 husbands (1 each) and 6 kids (three each) richer. . .
and we both now drive Honda Odysseys - with stewardesses
(namely ourselves - heaven keep our guardian angels on high alert when we are driving!)


As my boys discuss what cars they want to drive when they get old enough, I tell them stories about the "little brown turd car," and very rarely I see one putting around town and point it out to them.  They laugh a little and then say, "Mommy, that's a cool car - if you painted it."  Yeah, it's cool now 'cause it is so old - then it was just cheesy and obviously not impressive to those I wanted to impress.  But it has given me many laughs and every car since then has been very exciting!  My next one was a dream - a blue 1982 Datsun B210 - I just looked it up on the web to see what year it was and someone had labled the picture, "my putrid Datsun b210."  Well, I have fonder memories of my second car than that, but unfortunately, because of it's shape, it got named, "The Flea."  The Flea has it's own set of stories.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Taxi Momma.

Told you I was gonna paint my van yellow!  It is official.  I am now a taxi van driver.  Just don't try calling for rides, because I am booked.  Tomorrow I have two trips to school and three baseball games in the evening.  And I have to go find ink for the printer and some stuff for a project too.

Seriously, I had been kidding about painting my van yellow just days before, and I pulled into Dale's office and there it was.  A YELLOW TAXI VAN!!

Anderson is a not so big town.  We don't see taxi cabs much - I've never seen a taxi Van in Anderson - and there it was.  In our parking lot.  Daring me to take its picture.  I dared alright.  Maybe I should call it and see how much he would charge to taxi my boys back and forth to school and to all their games and practices.  At least then I'd know what all my driving was worth.
Gardening Tips:
  • Perennials are worth their investment - as long as you like them.
  • Get the good hose.  And the long one.
  • Don't plant further than your hose.
  • Miracle Grow works.  Use the old fashioned type.
  • Don't plant mint.
  • Take time to teach your husband what your perennials look like.
  • Round up kills weeds - and perennials.
  • Round up does not kill mint.
  • Wave petunias are great!
  • New Gold Lantana is Great!
  • Find a cool nursery - that is not Lowes or Home Depot - for real advise. 
  • Believe them when they say, "this will grow pretty big."
  • Zinnias grow easily from seed - not much else does.
  • Atlas Gloves are wonderful! (amazon)
  • Slugs are not.
  • Worms are good.  Grubs are not.
  • DON'T BUY THE JAPANESE BEETLE BAGS AND BAIT!!!  (They lure all the Japanese beetles in the neighborhood to your yard)
  • If you do buy the Japanese Beetle bags, they will come to the bag, but also to your roses and your trees and your flowers - before they get to the bag.  They will eat your roses, your Crete Myrtles and Cherry Trees, more - and worse, they lay eggs in the ground that become grubs and will be back next year many more times than the first year.
  • If you have done this, get the stuff to kill the grubs that are in the ground and Do Not fall for the Japanese Beetle Bags - again!! 
  • Plants I can't kill - easily:  zinnias, daisies, purple coneflowers, lantana, salvia, blue daze, black eyed susans, and of course, mint.
  • Don't fall for even Chocolate Mint.
  • Don't step on bees.
  • Plants need water.
  • Mulch is good.
  • Dogs, not so good.
  • Can I say it just one more time?  Don't plant mint.