Sunday, January 8, 2012

flowers



Lovely right, once again I bring you Amy Merrick.

sweet.

Sweetness

food swings.

(like my cheese ball title?)

"I am sorry I spoke unkind words out of hunger." -Unknown

Yesterday, my favorite customer came in, she was in a big hurry and was a fraction less polite then usual. She skipped the "How are you doing, honey?" and went straight to, "I really need two bowls of soup, right away, because my daughters blood sugar is down and having a total melt down." Sure enough, in walks a young girl, red faced and miserable with tear streaming down her face. This is nothing good food couldn't handle because fifteen minutes, soup and a piece of pie later she was smiling.
I can identify with this completely. When I was young and competing I recall coming home after a two and a half hour practice and bursting into tears while waiting ten minutes for dinner to be ready. Or after church, my parents would be the last ones to leave because they could talk for hours and we would sneak into the nursery and steal the goldfish and animal crackers. As my sisters best friends said on one of these Sunday afternoons, "I'm so hungry I could cry." Thank goodness that with age come self control and I don't have to become an emotional time bomb when I miss my regular feeding.
Food still effects my mood immensely, I know this to be true because when I am having a not so cheery day my coworkers insist I make the cookie dough.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

no.

The dictionary defines sass as: to be cheeky or rude to someone.
I would have to disagree.

Oh Megan.

"That is straight up British Royalty."

Monday, January 2, 2012

what the good man said...

I got to go to my favorite church last week. It is an hour and half drive from my home but when I make the distance to visit a dear sweet friend, we go. The message was talking about what the gospel means for family, for children and parents. Rather than try to reiterate the whole thing I will tell you this, I was realigned in a wonderful, New Years kind of way.
Each day I battle with the flesh, and every time I give in I must pay the consequence. God he loves me the same as before however normally the consequence effects my relationships and that is a rough way to pay.
So here is to a brand new year, may my spirit be strengthened, my flesh be deprived of sinful satisfaction, and may my God be glorified in word and in deed.