Monday, January 24, 2011

"Life is Beauty Full"

Sunday's gone and Monday's come and before we know it, they'll come round again. Weekends are for feeling full, lounging and lagging, enjoying and considering the lilies and counting with Ann...

466. for pretty food on Saturdays

467.  for bamboo needles stitching up gray

468. for $0.10 magazines and Martha's creativity

469. for a God who makes beauty and sunlight warmth

470. for dinner

 471. for m&m's to color the world sweet

 472. for cold walks on afternoons and shadows to say hi

473. for watching sky meet day as sun climbs through the window on sunday

474. for key lime cupcakes pretty and good

475. for donuts and coffee
 476. for quiet times and the living Word

Weekend's gone and I remind myself these other days, they're for living too. These days go round and thanks spins beauty.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

What I Wore: Third Time's the Charm

Bought her three times, because I keep finding her cheaper and cheaper on the target rack. I don't know if I should be commended for being frugal or chastised for wasting time. The shoes are part of the great shoe binge of twenty-eleven, so the dresses final ten-dollah all mine price tag consoles my inner Ben Franklin. A penny saved is a penny earned, though Benny might roll his eyes at the whole fiasco of women and shopping.

Speaking of which I didn't properly introduce you to "snow white." You met her under duress, here she is in the light of day with a much more jovial version of her owner. Aside from "big red" I've only had one other "real" chair for nearly four years. She was dubious at first but I think they're going to get along just fine.

Scouts honor I do actually engage in other activities besides' shopping, such as bestowing names on all the inanimate gizmos and gadgets that find their way home with me. And I read, A LOT, can't you tell? Now, please come over and we'll name the dress and eat ice cream. Is there a dorks anonymous?

What I Wore: Dress: Target, Cardigan: Jcrew, Shoes: DSW (Liz Claiborne), Tights: Banana Republic, Belt: Gap, Coat (my favorite)

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Chili "Can" Do

Last night I came a pauper, baring my poorness and begging for mercy.  Tonight I shall feed you. You might should prefer the groveling. For I'm not a butcher, a baker nor a candlestick maker and I blame my mother.  "I taught you how to read you can figure out how to cook," she said.

My favorite kitchen utensil is my ice cream scoop, the microwave my ally and dinner at your house? Hello, I love you. But alas I do like to eat and can't support a seven day a week sushi habit. So I cheat and I make things up,or I blow air kisses to the few, the proud, the brave who just throw it all in one bowl and call it done. Let's eat.

I give you Chili Can Do, which I prefer you say with a French accent. French? chili? in the same sentence, are you scared? I made this up on a very frugal whim to pare down the cupboard. And with every can that I opened and dash that I dashed my pride grew till I was sure Betty Crocker would be asking around for my number. Snicker, but it wasn't deplorable, so last night I consoled myself with it's resurrection. And this time I wrote it down, here you be Elizabeth's Great Gas-by. Hehe, I have brothers!

This is can heavy as preservatives are friendly and forgiving. It's sans meat, because browning beef makes me all willy nilly and I think the sizzle sounds like cows mooing.

Rinse yo beans, any ole beans ya got's and or likes. I am a label snob, I made the generic can hide. I feel awful. 

Chop some veggies and make yo mama proud. I find sauteing the tar out of veggies is some how rewarding

Throw in what else ya got wait impatiently, take a taste test and burn your tongue.

As love covers a multitude of sins, I give you sour cream, cilantro and cheese. Dish it up and call me if you need counseling.

The un-laboriously, blabber, rambling free recipe

2 Cans Black Beans
1 Can Kidney Beans
1 Can Great Northern Beans
1 Can Diced Tomatoes
1 Can Tomato Sauce
1 Can Chicken Broth
1 Can (small) whole kernel corn
Carrots, Onion, Bell Pepper chopped (maybe a cup and a half)
Garlic, Salt, Pepper
2 T Chili Powder
1 T Cumin
Dash of red pepper flakes

Saute the veggies in garlic, rinse and drain your beans, toss it all in. Simmer for 1 and 1/2 hours.
You can do it! Or laugh at those play at cook.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

What I Wore: Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This...

On day's like this I oft wonder "why do I have to be the stressed out worried one, why can't I be the cute Irish guy who sings. " Ever sent an email to the wrong person? Ever sent one to a hundred plus umpteen wrong persons? Ever "feel you become the worst version of yourself? That a Pandora's Box of all the secret hateful parts -- your arrogance, your spite, your condescension -- has sprung open. Someone provokes you, and instead of just smiling and moving on, you zing them. Hello, it's Mr. Nasty. I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about." But if you do if you've ever had one of those day's, equal parts of personal goof-ups, mishaps, stress, and let downs. Well, you've got a friend in me. You know how in monopoly you receive get out of jail free cards? I think we should get, I'm having a mediocre, bad day, pardon my grumpiness cards. Cause there's nothing like trying to stuff disgruntled under the guise of fake smiles. Need a card? Take one. 

I had no intention of photographing what I wore, I just felt a bad day deserves documentation that it's ok, they're allowed, they happen. And they end. Amen

Sunday, January 16, 2011

What I Wore Slow and Lazy

Today was lazy and restful without an ounce of guilt. Don't you love when a day dawns slow and you match it's pace? Type A by nature, today I think I was a Q, for Q-ute of course. Gag me, cheesy jokes.  A lounging day a lull to the usual go, I'll take it and with a thank you, please. Only a knock at the door from George Clooney might have roused my slowness. I wouldn't even show you these pictures if I hadn't gotten dressed at four and feel I should at least have something to show for the effort. Though my starbucks date might be more exciting. 

What I wore slow day
Cardigan: Jcrew, Top & Jeans: Gap, Boots: Old as the hills, Pearls: Granjanies, Starbucks: Yummy

459. for pale pink
460. for pearls with a pretty clasp
461. for americano
462. for dad's starbuck's gift card
463. for catching up on sleep
464. for cameras
465. for a slow day

Monday, January 10, 2011

Showers of blessing

Thoughts run ocean deep,  a well of contemplation I haven't a clue how to channel. So tonight I will not swim, I will float. Like rain that falls are His gifts that flood the earth with innumerable goodness.  Impossible to grasp them all, pausing to feel and count the drops....
These numbers but a glass of water from the depths of the living, roaring seas of His mercy and goodness

438. for Him who gives every good and perfect gift
439. for the power of the Holy Spirit
440. for grey yarn
441. for a funny movie
442. for sweet, blog comments that make my day
443. for the internet
444. for the grayness of this day
445. for my blue robe
446. for soft flannel sheets
447. for billowy, fluffy pillows
448. for easy dinners
449. for hot soup
450. for good hugs
451. for communion
452. for pen and paper
453. for word's to write
454. for hope that floats
455. for my day's off
456. for blessings mingled in days of sun and rain
457. for my God who sees
458. for 458 and infinitely more thanks to give

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

She Wrote Back

If I could pick any of the blogging superstars to spend a day with it would be her, Miss E. We'd eat her mocha cupcakes, and craft away the hours spontaneously belting out ole country ballads. I'd pretend I was her fourth daughter and beg her to read to me, while I knit. She would repent over ever forsaking her gorgeous turquoise cabinets and I would pray about possibly repenting over my mild coveting, obsession of the turquoise cabinets. We'd laugh ourselves to tears and then I'd talk her into being a preacher.

It's true she had me at turquoise and I love her for those cabinets. But in truth that's only the cover page of why I join so many in celebrating Edie's birthday and holding her up in prayers. To me the above photo sums her up, she most beautifully and eloquently reaches up to grace. Her words and her life contained by keys and photos have pointed me up, up to Christ. This post is the heartbeat of my faith and this post the beacon that steered my heart back closer to Christ this Christmas.

She has hundreds of followers yet when I sent her an email, she wrote me back. She saw me, she blessed me.

Edie Wadsworth, I think your name is beautiful and I'm so glad you're Christ's and that He shines through you. Thank you for "seeing" me, for emailing me back, for appreciating my comments, for taking your valuable time to read my little ole blog. You'll never know how your gestures of kindness warmed up this little heart of mine. Happy Birthday, I O U.

437. For Edie

Sunday, January 2, 2011

What I Wore Shameless

Discipline that was one of my twenty-eleven words, I just need you to know that. Also I tripped letting December out the door and fell straight into the doldrums, so I'm working a self-inflicted twelve step recovery program, know that. One of those steps is retail therapy, know it cause I owned it.  I was the hunter on the prowl, the caffeine junkie in need of coffee, the girl with the crazed eyes that spun shoes, shoes, shoes. I forgot who Dave Ramsey was, I didn't indulge in the usual forty minute debate, texting photos for advice. I contemplated for twenty-seconds what to do, then it hit me, RUN straight for the check out. I did it, I was shameless.

Frivolous, unnecessary, self-indulgent shoe binge. I'll own the shame but truth be had, this is how I really feel.....(yes, I rock the nerdy when I'm celebrating, those are the happy fists)

Score! Lady's gotta a new pair of shoes, or five depending on who's counting!

What I wore shamelessly shoe shopping:
turtleneck: Old Navy, jeans: The Loft, heels: DSW (Bandolino), scarf: knit by a dear friend, ring: Granjanies, bracelet: Premier Jewelry, coat: Banana Republic 

Well, I think I'll take my little temperate self and go eat popcorn and ice cream for dinner. My conscience would like to add I paid cash and saved $225 and I rarely to, never do that. 

Saturday, January 1, 2011

The Washing

Rain falls pounding out sound, washing earth on this New Year's day. Coffee brews and scents this house strong, calling me come and pour. Couch and blankets wait with pen and paper to reflect, another year passed and a new one just begun. Poetically apropos these rain drops falling on New Year's day. Washing the world of last year's dirt, preparing winter barren for spring again. I need His washing, His cleansing not just on New Year's but on every day I live and move and breath. This year stretches new and sun and rain will fill it's days. Comforted knowing the rainmaker, the sun riser will cover them all.  Happy New Year

not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to His mercy He saved us, through the washing of regeneration and renewing of the Holy Spirit
Titus 3:5

433. for coffee to drink
434. for thoughts to think
435. for Him who washes all things new
436. for a God who's near