No Boys Allowed! Keep Out!

Okay, it's not as if boys can't go beyond this point, but I felt it only right to give the male gender a fair warning. This post is all about shopping! Yes, old-fashioned, girly-girl talk. I had a surprisingly successful shopping trip and I want to blab about it. As a size....well let's just say I'm not a size 6, happy shopping is not something I come by very often. At least I don't always have the best of luck with clothes. LOL!

Anyways, yesterday I went looking for a shirt to wear to this family wedding on Saturday. I have this great pair of pin-striped dress pants with this cuff on the bottom that I'm getting hemmed. They're a loose leg with a pleat down the center. Very cute. Well, I managed to find two lace-trimmed camisoles (one green and one white), a gorgeous black cardigan sweater and this funky black and white dress shirt. SUCCESS! And all in the first store I tried!

Then it was off to find shoes. I've been looking for a new pair of running shoes. I wanted something funky, yet neutral enough to go with anything. Today I hit the jackpot! I found the shoes I've been wanting. I took one look at them and it was love-at-first-sight! And in my size!! They are so comfortable!

*sigh* Yeah, it was a good day!

That Idiom!

Idioms are funny things, aren't they? Weird phrases that imply a different meaning. The other day someone told my five-year-old son "mums the word." He was baffled. He just looked up at us with a blank look on his face. We were buying a birthday present for my brother (his uncle) and I tried to explain that the phrase, "mums the word" means that it's a secret, that we can't tell what we bought.

As we were leaving the store, we ran into my brother and father in the parking lot. My son looked at his uncle and shouted, "MOM!" I burst out laughing! There was confusion on the adult faces and my son's shone with pride at the use of his "grown up" word. He calmly explained that "mom" meant it was a secret and that he couldn't tell!

Aren't kids precious? So innocent, so sweet, so FUNNY!

Quiver Me Timbers!!

So, I tried the ball.

I did a 15 minute routine last night.

I'm walking on shaky legs today!

Say, WHAT?

So the other day my husband says to me, "Honey, do you think you'd ever use an exercise bike?"

I looked at him, sparks shooting from my eyes. "Say, WHAT?" I could not believe he had said that! Just what was he insinuating?! Doesn't an excercise bike imply that one is working up a sweat? The only time I work up a sweat is if I'm fighting my way to a buffet line! Or if I'm fending off a swarm of angry, hormone-crazed woman, all elbowing for the last piece of chocolate! LOL!

"No, I didn't mean anything. It's for ME," he quickly replies. I'm feeling somewhat appeased and my ruffled feathers begin to smooth. "They're on sale and I was thinking of getting one along with an excercise ball."

There's that dreaded "e" word again. Apparently he's been thinking it would be nice to have some, uh activity aparatus, around the house (note: no use of "e" word). Hmmm, I think, are those the balls that you bounce on? do they come with a handle? I'm seeing myself hopping around the basement on a big, bouncy, ball laughing with my children as we play silly games.

"There are some specific exercises for the ball that are supposed to be really good for you."

POOF!! My bubble has burst.

So, he bought the ball. The bike is still up for debate!

Desire!

HA! I know what you're thinking. You read the title and thought, "Whoa, what's she writing about now?" Well, you'd be wrong. I've been thinking a lot about desire lately and not the kind between man and woman......or woman and chocolate. LOL! I'm talking about those deep desires of our heart. Those longings and yearnings that bring physical pain and cause our spirit to groan.

When our spirit aches, when our very being longs for some elusive desire, what are we to do? The bible tells us in Psalm 37:4, "Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart." I believe this means that He places within each of our hearts specific desires. I also believe that if He places that longing within us, that He will bring it to fruition in His timing and in His way. It may not look exactly as we imagined. It may not come at the time we feel best. But we need to stand ready. We need to grasp the promise that the God of love has our best in mind. There may be suffering along the way, but He walks with us and holds our hand. We need to "delight [ourselves] in the Lord," not only when the road is smooth, but especially when it's strewn with heartache and pitfalls. That's when we need to say "Blessed be the name of the Lord." For when we stand firm, with arms raised and open wide, only then can He rain down His blessing.

And He wants to bless us! He has given us desires in our hearts that he will fulfill in His time according to His plan. And as we wait, we know that "those who wait for the Lord will renew their strength, they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint" - Isaiah 40:31. So let's wait for Him, let's rest in Him. And not only will we find strength, but we will soar!

Excuse for not Blogging #1

My mother always taught me that if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all! I'm heeding her advice (see mom, I do remember some things you taught me) and I plan to have a lazy day. I'm going to curl up with Fire Dancer, a new book by Colleen Coble, and help the heroine catch the arsonist! It'll make for an exciting afternoon. Nothing like chasing a bad guy from fire to fire to get the adrenaline pumping! Well, that and a dashing hero, of course! LOL!

So, you all have a good weekend. I'm off to get a cup of coffee and my book! Later.

P.S. I need to give a shout out to my brother. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

A Shout Out!!

Today is March 1st and, although technically not my husband's birthday, I still want to give a shout out to him. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! You see, he was born on February 29 some years ago (see, honey, I omitted the year) and only gets to have a real birthday every 4 years. So, Happy 7 3/4 birthday! Ooops. Oh, well. You math people should be able to figure it out.

Anyways, sweetheart that he is, he actually reads this blog....yeah, he loves me. He actually encouraged me to start this blog. Maybe he was thinking that if I write down the weird, crazy things in my head, I'll be less inclined to share them with him at 12:30 at night. LOL! Hey, wait a minute!!

Well, anyways, I'm thinking of you on your sort-of-birthday! I love you!