Thursday, November 29, 2007

My own (PRODUCT) Red Ideas

I went to the Galleria today with my youngest two trying to get a few things done before the rush of Christmas shoppers makes me want to book a first class ticket to the land of Far Far Away.

Our first stop was the Gap.

I'm sure you've all seen the (PRODUCT)Red campaign that... was created by Bono and Bobby Shriver, Chairman of DATA to raise awareness and money for The Global Fund by teaming up with the world's most iconic brands to produce (PRODUCT)RED branded products. A percentage of each (PRODUCT)RED product sold is given to The Global Fund. The money helps women and children affected by HIV/AIDS in Africa.
It's an amazing cause that is close to my heart because my next niece and nephew will be coming from that there country.

The items at the Gap are on sale and full of cute little slogans like Ado(red), Discove(red), Admi(red), and Inspi(red). Go out and get you three for Christmas.

That being said, I think they might have under-thought the possibilities of the campaign. Now, I'm no marketing superstar but if they want to see some real money come in, they might want to do a little more product placement. I've come up with ideas of my own and will try them out on you two readers first.

There are the obvious;
For Pajamas - Ti(red)
For the AARP - Reti(red)
For the Soccer, football, baseball player or unfortunately the "Player" - Sco(red)
For the girl who hates skinny jeans - Fla(red)

Why not take them to our local prisons;
For offender serving time for DWI - Slur(red)
For the thief - Burgla(red)
For the killer - Murde(red)
For the brazen convict - Bank Robbe(red)- yes, I KNOW that's not a word but I'm on a roll.

How about the Optometrist? Blur(red)
Or the Auto Body Shop guy? Repai(red)

The momma dog? Litte(red)
My cat, Max, in about two weeks? Neute(red)

What about the two guys we saw at the mall with more make-up on than me?
That was fun,
"Mommy, why do those boys have yipstick on their yips?"
"Oh, my! Look at that giant Christmas tree with all the shiny ornaments!"

How 'bout your t-shirt?


Wednesday, November 28, 2007


Sadie came in to the office a minute ago.
"Whatcha doin' Sadie?"
Lifting up her skirt to show no big girl's, "Jutht hangin' out with my nudeneth cauth my nudeneth. ith. beautiful."
Hmmmm. How do I turn this one into a positive?
At least she's confident?

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

My Deleted Post

I wrote a post this afternoon and have deleted it already. If the two of you who read this blog haven't already noticed, I tend to be a wee bit on the sarcastic side. I had given a little Southern Living critique on the Christmas decorations going up in the hood.

It was funny. Well, it was funny to me at the expense of some neighbors that I know don't read my blog. It didn't matter, it was snotty and ugly. Funny, but snotty. Sometimes, I forget that this is a hood of a different sort. It's not one that I'm just driving through on my way back to Comfort, USA.

It's rough around the edges and in between. The kids are facing trials and troubles that I can't imagine as I try to figure out how to encourage mine to love, engage, and befriend without seeing and hearing too much. Their parents are surviving, usually separately, and facing the daunting challenge of making Christmas "happen" when the resources are so limited.

This isn't just any old neighborhood that I can attack with my sarcastic wit for my own pleasure at their expense. It's our home. It's where the Lord has chosen to plant us and to hopefully use us to build up this community, not tear it down.

Our goal, as believers, is to shine the light of Christ so brightly as to illuminate even the darkest recesses. Thankfully, we'll have a LOT of help this year from some of the Christmas lights. Sorry, I can't stop myself. Low hanging fruit.

Please pray for all of our kids and their families in West Dallas to see the Great Hope of the Incarnation this Christmas season.

Thursday, November 22, 2007


I mentioned earlier that it was freezing this morning. Yesterday it was 75 until noon and then this crazy cold front blew in. After lunch today, it started to snow and it was the most beautiful snow I have ever seen. It was like a blizzard of HUGE snowflakes and all the cousins were running around playing in this amazing wonderland. In just twenty four short hours, we have seen the matchless creativity of our Lord in a simple snowfall.
I'm so thankful that we can look at creation and see His brush strokes.
Thank you Lord, that you give us glimpses of your character in a snowfall. Thank you that you delight in creating and reveal yourself to us again and again in the simplest of ways.

I have arrived!

It's Thanksgiving morning and I just got back from a walk. It's freezing and my walking buddy, Mindy was smart and stayed in. Our neighborhood rooster was crowing his head off and sounded a little sickly. Do you think he knows he looks enough like a turkey that someone might cook him up for Thanksgiving dinner if he sounds healthy? Tricky rooster.
I'm about to start cooking the dish of all dishes. The dish that has finally, after 12 years of marriage officially inducted me into my husband's family.
Broccoli Rice.
They have traditions. Actually,it's a wonder they're all so skinny because almost all of their traditions revolve around food.
Each Thanksgiving, their are certain dishes that make up the Thanksgiving Meal. They are not just dishes but recipes. Special recipes that, for the rest of the year remain locked in a vault in my mother in law's kitchen.
Ok, I kid.
The vault isn't really in the kitchen.
Truth is, I have, for a long time had access to the recipes but have never been chosen to actually cook any of them for the official Thanksgiving Day lunch. I was allowed to make pies.
Pumpkin Praline, Chocolate Pecan, Chess. Oh, and the cherry salad that my brother in law loves but no one else would make.
What they said was that I was too busy giving birth, changing diapers, and just overall trying to not go insane when my kids were so little.
In truth, I think it was my fault. You see, I joked about the recipes. Little quips about how I found a sweet potato recipe that sounded good in Cooking Light that we should try. How Vegan Today had come out with a new cookbook that we could glean some ideas from. How you can make mashed potato casserole with cauliflower and it would taste "exactly the same". My jokes made them think I would somehow use some artistic license with the recipes so, in their defense, I dug my own cooking grave.
This year, they caved.
Broccoli Rice, baby.
I am so officially a part of the family.
I'm gonna make that beast perfectly. I'm gonna use measuring spoons, exact ingredients, and a hairnet.
No dash of this, pinch of that. No stirring when it calls for sauteing (can't spell it) and no dogs in the kitchen. If those onions and celery are suppose to be cooked in butter until clear, you're going to be able to read the morning paper through those babies.
If not, as my husband just warned, I'll be banished once again to dark and lonely pie hell.
Ok, the clock is ticking so I better get cooking.
My dad, stepmother, my brother, sister in law and their kids are celebrating together in Arizona. My dad is probably frying turkeys as we speak (don't forget the fire extinguisher). If you're reading this, you better not be bonding or creating lasting memories without me. I wasn't invited. Do you think it's because they don't want me to cook either? :)
I miss you and am so thankful for you!

Sunday, November 18, 2007

The Turkey

It's been a crazy week with school wrapping up for the break and all of the festivities that come along with Thanksgiving.
My daughter Olivia came home with a craft project they had done in her first grade class.
It looked like this.

On each of the feathers, it says "I'm Thankful for..." and she was supposed to fill in the blanks. Here's what she put.
1. My Friends.
Very nice. We love her friends and are blessed to have them.
2. Max.
The cat. Great Olivia. We all love Max, the way he sleeps all day, eats, and then goes out and fights with other cats all night. He comes home every morning with a new battle scar. His contribution to our family is great indeeed.
3. My Puppy.
By this, I assume she means our dog, Scout. Again, very thankful for our dog. The way she eats any little bit of food you step away from for a nanosecond. She also chews our shoes and her Webkinz and, is not a big, beautiful labrador retriever like my husband wishes she was.
4. Mrs. Newsome.
Now, this is sweet. Mrs. Newsome was her kindergarten teacher and we are very thankful for the influence she had on our baby girl. I couldn't help but think of her current teacher's reaction when she saw that Mrs. Newsome had made the turkey feather cut but she hadn't. Olivia adores her first grade teacher, Mrs. Hidalgo, but apparently there was only enough room on the turkey for one teacher. Olivia, sweet, Olivia. Are you biting the hand that gives you the good grades and the hugs this year? Ouch.
Well, as it turns out, Mrs. Hidalgo was in some pretty good company when it came to the affairs of my daughter's heart. Neither her father or I made the last feather. Nor did her brothers, sister, grandparents, or even Jesus. Not Mercy Street, good health, peace, the right to assemble, or freedom of speech.
What could she possibly hold so close to her heart as to win the prize of the last feather?
What you ask?
5. Cheerleading.
Now there's some stiff competition.
What I love about this is that Olivia hasn't yet learned to say all the right things to make herself look good, and pious, and spiritually "together" in the eyes of others, all the while her heart is divided. There is a sweet innocence and honesty that I've lost somewhere along the way.
As we continue to work out our salvation with fear and trembling, thank you, Lord, that you work in us to will and to act according to Your good purposes.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

How not to make a friend.

Ok, I totally KNOW better. TOTALLY.

Unfortunately, my brain disconnected from body yesterday and, in my haste to meet a new friend at our school, I violated one of the cardinal rules of, well, being alive.


What if she's about to deliver and is asking you for a bowl of hot water, a towel and a soft place to lie down?

What if she asks to borrow your old baby swing and if you know a good O.B.?

What if she's eating a roasted turkey leg, a jar of pickles, and large basket of fries with a strawberry milkshake and says, "giggle, giggle, you know, just eating for two"?

What if she has that beautiful glow and is wearing what might be interpreted as maternity clothes.

I did.
She wasn't.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

Just one more reason...

Quincy called us late last night asking if he could come to church with us.
Now, he's been with us before but usually we've done the inviting and he's had to check his schedule to make sure he didn't have a better offer of say, looking for frogs or riding his bike around the neighborhood.
Needless to say, we were delighted and a little surprised. Perhaps he was hearing the still small voice of his Redeemer calling him to come spend time in His sanctuary. Maybe he was feeling the conviction that comes only from the Holy Spirit to gather together with the body of Christ and worship the living God.
Or, maybe, he was wanting to show off his new church shoes.
They are sweet.
Either way, we rejoice in the Lord's promise that his word does not go forth and return void. We continue to pray that His love will penetrate the heart of this precious child; with or without the fancy shoes.

Ok, for those who know me and know how much I love all things fashion, I hope you appreciate the INCREDIBLE restraint I used writing this post.