Tuesday, July 24, 2012
(because I occasionally do wear flats), I stumbled upon some uncroc-ish looking Crocs. When I slipped my painted tootsies into the unassuming sandals, my twinkie toes squealed with delight. I walked out of the store with two (not one)
pair of Crocs and in an effort to redeem my stubborn rebellion, a pair of sinfully and totally inappropriate blinged out high heels that I will almost certainly wear to places they shouldn't be worn to (like work) and with jeans. What Momma used to say, still holds true today.... "Never say never." And so the moral of the story is.... If you do happen to own a pair of Crocs (even the hedious looking clog Crocs), I've revised my "People I can Be Friends With" list and your name can be included.... Although, after this post and in light of my snarly attitude toward Croc clogs, you probably don't want to be friends with me anyway and that's totally fine too because who am I to judge :-)
Thursday, July 19, 2012
love the most is that she always makes me laugh. Beyond being funny, she is an A-Mazzing dancer (I swear there is an African American wrapped up in that lilly white body somewhere). She is astutely knowledgeable in all things (she stayed in a Holiday Inn Express once). She is extremely multi-talented in too many areas to name. For example she makes the most A-Mazzing boobie cake with a nipple that is arousingly authentic.She can lip sync the entire (emphasis ENTIRE) movie "Nacho Libre", including all songs from beginning through the end of the credits and often continues past the end and beyond the point where everyone is impressed. If you put her in charge of directing people, she has a tendency to break out into her Nacho Libre character voice, which is extremely entertaining. She is like a magnet to which I am forever drawn (Marcie, you know what I mean). She is smart, creative, imaginative and innovative and possibly completely nuts like the rest of us. The the most beautifully stunning thing about her, is her spiritual testimony. She has a tenderness for Christ to which I will always strive to follow. With all her witty, silly, wacky ways she exemplifies the seldom taught truth, that being a Christian should be a blast!!!!! Our celebration of this awesome woman consisted of an itinerary of eating, drinking (coffee and tea), shopping and listening our way through Norman Oklahoma and back home again. The entire day was spent with the four of us jabbering, laughing and causing a ruckus that stopped people in their tracks to see what all of the commotion was about. We tagged ourselves as "The Real Housewives of Stephens County" and asked people if they had seen our show, (actually it's more like a traveling circus). We took pictures in almost every store so we could document the day, capture the moment, because that's what The Girlfriends do! We've grown together, laughed together, cried together, fought together, faced storms together and came out on the other end still celebrating together and may it always be so.
last night to seem James Taylor perform at the BOK Center. It was originally suppose to be a family outing, but my youngest son and my daughter couldn't make it so I called my girlfriend from high school to see if she and her husband would like to join us. We met for dinner and talked about old times like when we used to solve all of our boy problems over a cold mug of root beer at the A&W. We told the kids stories about watching scary movies at the drive-in and how I made her late to her wedding to her first husband because I was driving her around trying to talk her out of the I do's she was preparing to say (and Lisa, I don't think the minister had actually left the building and was waiting in his car when we arrived). We got to the concert, and as the lights dimmed and the melodic guitar and familiar pure voice of Sweet Baby James began, I thought to myself.... "Everything about this evening has been like my favorite pair of old jeans." Comfortable, fun, sweet and forever Timeless....
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Fluid instinctive motion, made without conscious thought
Transcended daily moments of circumstances caught
Taken much for granted, assuming all would be
An extension of tomorrow, expression of harmony
A lapse in due diligence?
A judgment of neglect?
Accusations twine round memory in broken retrospect
No compass movement forward,
No wisdom to astound
Frozen without intrinsic truth
Inside cannot be found
Forage for directive
In silent piercing waves
The shattered shards of a nurturer's breast
Cries with shameful blame
The relief that had been cherished
With hesitant shadowed pride
Has slipped from gentle fingertips
With a hush of tears and muted cries
Each challenge had been conquered
And this the last one saved
When courage was depleted
Beyond the battle yet to rage
Still determined the one yet resting
Beneath the haven wrought with love
Will not be pilfered nor relinquished
To the thief that hides in midnight cove
So loose the joints that have been frozen
And heist discernment that evades
Raise the fury of indignation
A rescued legacy, inheritance saved
Monday, July 9, 2012
I was sinking deep in sin, far from the peaceful shore,
Very deeply stained within, sinking to rise no more,
But the Master of the sea, heard my despairing cry,
From the waters lifted me, now safe am I.
All my heart to Him I give, ever to Him I’ll cling
In His blessed presence live, ever His praises sing,
Love so mighty and so true, merits my soul’s best songs,
Faithful, loving service too, to Him belongs.
Souls in danger look above, Jesus completely saves,
He will lift you by His love, out of the angry waves.
He’s the Master of the sea, billows His will obey,
He your Savior wants to be, be saved today.
Love lifted me! Love lifted me!
When nothing else could help
Love lifted me!
Sitting there in the darkness, whispering words of hope to the babies I would give my life for, I could only pray and believe that I could instill in them a foundation that would keep them upright against the storms and influences of a world that desperately wants to destroy them. Now, when I'm sitting in the darkness, my arms are empty as my children are all grown except the one teenager searching for a way to define himself. Today my silent prayers for each of them is that love will lift them above the struggles they face and keep them close to the peaceful shores of His grace.