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Taylor Mathews

If you don't know that name yet, you soon will.

Two days ago, I got to meet Taylor Mathews and his family.  I KNOW!!  Precious, precious people.

I didn't get a picture with him because we forgot our camera, but it's okay because I have a feeling I'll be seeing him again. We're hoping to bring him in for a concert here some time in the not-too-distant future. Oooooh, I hope, I hope, I hope!

He ended his set with this song. I couldn't have been happier!   [insert absolute delight paired with captivated here

I was decaptivited is what.
Decaptivited by that voice!

The Sunday Six: Sase

Sase : Romanian

Welcome! Welcome! I'm tho happy to thee juithe! Let'th get thtarted! 

And in case you have not been formally introduced to the illustriousness that is Dave Barnes at Chreethmathtime, please click HERE.

one Three cheers for
tights, leggings, and fall shoes!
Come quickly cool weather.  Hasten thyself!
two I fancy myself a girl who loves to take walks.
I can't say for sure how I know this about myself,
for I haven't had much opportunity for the activity,
but I just know in my knower,
that this is just the type of place I love walk in.

Le sigh.
My favorite cool weather scent in all the land
(that I know of, of course)
is Coco, Mademoiselle. 
If it tasted as good as it smells, I'd drink it.
Fo. Sho. four I haven't worn a watch in years, (years I say!) but when I saw this, for the first time in the longest I WANTED a watch. I wanted this watch.
five You…


This week is my 6th week posting The Sunday Six. That makes it some sort of Anniversary Of Sorts.
(channeling Dave Barnes)

Tho, ath my gift to juithe (you) I am making Thee Thunday Theex available to juithe, to play along with me.  The fun, it thall be thared with juithe, all of my frienth! (roll those r's people... they're meant to rolled.)

Prepare thyself and be ready to link up on Sunday, if you should like to play along!!

Invite you frienths!
Thee you Thundayth, alright?
(roll the r's) 

I Just Had To Tell You!

You might be asking, 'Does this post really need two pictures?'  And I might be replying (in my best Minnesotan accent), 'Oh you betcha!  Youuuuu betcha.' 

(and shaking my head in the affirmative
Listen. I was introduced to something today by my precious friend Angela who is most definitely my bosom buddy because what else do you call someone who shares this sort of magical secrecy with you!?  What I have learned is nothing short of revolutionary.  Revolutionary!  I do not overstate.

What is a Tim Tam?, is the first part of the lesson (if you don't already know).  A Tim Tam is a morsel (created by Australian geniuses), so saporous, so divine, I am astonished it is even to be found this side of heaven.  It is layer upon layer of motherofpearlthatisdelicious!is what.  What you do with it is even mo' betta!  

If you wanna do it right, get you a cup o' coffee...  
Let me digress here and say this: I don't typically like sweet stuff with my coffee.   I find it…

Ya feel me?

Boy, one of the most easily misconstrued things in writing is tone, huh?  I mean, who's with me?!
Just think of how quickly things can get out of hand on email or heavenhelpus, texting.

So today, I want to talk about tone.
(It always makes me feel like a teacher when I say that... Today, class... 
now all I need is a broken off jambox antenna so I can point to stuff on the "board".)


I just read this article on how to build your blog's voice, and it asks a question that I can't quite figure so I'm polling my people, and my people is you.  The one reading right now.
Yeah das right.  You.
What would you say the tone is here?
What does this page feel like, and sound like?
My aim is at interesting and friendly; a smattering of light and sassy here, a dose of pensive and reflective there. 
Earnest. Whimsical. 
Not bossy, conceited, stabby or critical.
So when you read, what is that you hear? Help a sista out, please and thank you.


I just finished reading Serena Woods' Grace is for Sinners.
If you haven't read it, you should.  And you'll probably want to subscribe to her blog, too, because it is the shiz.
I read the last page of her book and went back to the first, to read it again.
As someone who sometimes hoards grace, I need this stuff tattooed on my soul.

hoard - to gather or accumulate in a hidden or carefully guarded place.

disclaimer: This is not an official review of the book.  
Reading it has gotten me thinking, and these are my thoughts.

A change in our way of thinking is always radical and deliberate.
Some ways of thinking are especially difficult to relinquish.  For instance, I find it unsettling -- it makes me very uncomfortable -- when people do things I've deemed unacceptable. What I want to address here today is not the behaviors, but how I treat the people who do the ones on my Dirty List.

I have people in my life that I've actively disapproved of an…

The Sunday Six: Fünf

And isn't that fun to say?  Fünf
I like it.

In the words of the great Willy Wonka...
on we go!

one Books.  Good ones.  Read any lately?
(I have.  I'll tell you all about it tomorrow.)
two Tree houses.  I want one.  Comme la.
Who do I need to contact about procuring this?
three My dream job is to be a unicorn.

(Oh, like yours isn't?)

 four Shoppin'.
(Women be shoppin'!)
Found me a AWESOME sweater this week.
If you know me, you will be sick of this sweater by January because I plan to wear it OUT.
five (fünf) Speaking of shopping, look at this dress.
I think I'm in lurve.
They call it the Classic Dress.
(They are not very creative in the Naming Department.)
Also I wonder, does Classic mean Expensive?

six The Grace of God.
It is assaulting my mind right now.

Happy Sunday, y'all!

An Effective Title Would Fit Nicely Right Here

My brain is swamped.

A tract of wet, spongy land.

And for good reason, as you'll soon see.

Last year, we home schooled for the first time.  God let us in on that little nugget in late July.  LATE JULY.  As in, pert near August.  You know, the month when school starts.  AARRGGGH! For days, all I day dreamed (and night dreamed) about was curriculum.  My head was wrecked.  But you know God, he's a fan of the 11th hour. 

This year, he did it again.  (See?  Big fan.)  We're still home schooling, like I knew we would.  (It was made real clear to me when I said yes that I was saying yes to two years.)  (Now that we're doing what we're doing this year, I'm pretty sure it'll be more than two, but I believe He knew that was all his tender little girl could shake on at the time.)

Late in July, I sent out an SOS in the form of an email to my sister-in-law because I was in need of some HELP ME! in the home school department.  She was all excited because she was doing s…

She's Still Gettin' Schooled in Slang

Coins slip through holes in the bottom of his wallet and clank clank on the floor.

"This wallet stinks.  I need another one."

As he says it, she walks in from another room, up to where he's standing.  "It does?"

Disgruntled... "Yes."

"Let me smell it."

The Sunday Six: Fire

Again with the Norwegian.  What?  It's cool.  

Speaking of cool, [and that is what I call a successful segue],  I'm ready for Fall.  Also, with an October birthday right around the corner (subliminal message), pleath excuthe while I thop mythelf thilly!

(It is gonna be really hard for me to not write the rest of this post with a lisp. I make no promitheth to behave mythelf.) 

one, two (buckle my shoe)

Take a gander at these puppies.  (Puppieth!) Are they not delight-filled?These would make my dogs happy.  Real happy.

three I really like the whole look this girl's got going on here.  The layering of the short sleeve over the long.  Real nithe.  Real nithe.

four (fire)
Skinny Jeans.  Another thing I thought I could never love.  It's like I don't even know myself.I still don't actually own a pair (sob!) -- not so sure I'm the right shape for them. The question being, am I too thick for the skinny?  Who knows... But I think I could love these... I do have a super big…

Fakebook Status Update

You know the hardest thing about being vegan? It's not eating all of the vegetables, as you might imagine. 
It's the part about not getting to eat meat.  And cheese. 
Oh, and meat and cheese together.  
In the shape of cheeseburgers and such (as).
That's why I'm only part-vegan.  
I cheat every weekend (with all things carnivorous).  
And also every morning (half 'n half in the coffee).
I blame my blood type.
I hear the first Type Os were hunters.
Can't fight City Hall.

The Sunday Six: Trzy

Trzy is how you say three in Polish.  Or at least that's how you spell it.   Just for fun, I will "number" them each week in varying foreign languages. I'll go with the scientific method of choosing whichever one sounds the coolest.  We're gonna get our learn on.  Boom. Educated.

You're welcome.

Or should I say, Du er velkommen.


Onto business.

Sometimes I like to dress like a young lass.

Some other times I prefer to dress like a Meir Meir. [If you don't know what a Meir Meir is, it's French for Mom Mom which essentially translates into Maw Maw.]

It's why my heart loves these both so equally and so much.

one, two [buckle my shoe]

Picnik photo editing.  Have you tried it yet?  It's how I edited those two photos (and created my cute little Sunday Six thing, which I also lurve).  Fun + Free.  (2) pts to Picnik!

Jazz for Kids.  I was initially taken with the cover because well, I'm a sucker for good packaging.  Sometimes a…


For a while now I've been trying to put into words why I've been away for so long.  This year has been long and lean for me.  In terms of seasons, I'd call it a hard Winter.  My posting was scarce because I didn't know how to talk about it.  I just couldn't find all the right words.  Fact is, I'm still wrestling with that.

About 30 weeks ago, give or take, I started a process of digging and dredging up wounds and hurts and bringing them to Jesus.  The work has been both grueling and beautiful.  It's been both ugly and a buoy.  I'm learning how to pray in a way that brings those parts of my heart and my sin to the cross.  In alot of ways, before going through this tunnel, those were just words.  Now they are life.

The setting was a small group of women.  Strangers at first, friends at last.  There could be no other way for me except to walk this out in a public way, having to be seen and known. By people.  The risk was high because what was seen was diff…

The Sunday Six: Edition 2

Are you excited? I'm excited!
Okay, here we go.

I tell you, I never thought I could love booties at all, but I was so wrong about me. My heart beats wildly when I look at these.

The ruffle on the backside kills me.  I swear, I would wear the soles right off of these bad boys.

two  Well it's easy to see why anyone would be over the moon for these is what I say.  They have such an Eliza Bennett feel which is precisely why I need them.

These are aptly named three-six-five booties.  It wouldn't hurt my feelings to have to wear them 365 24/7, I can tell you that right now.  (Again with the Eliza Bennett but how could I not love a shoe that has the power to make me feel so much like her?!) 

Bow barrettes.  Aren't they the best?  I hope I'm never too old for them because I don't ever plan to stop wearing them.  And these ones are only a buck fitty for a set of (3).  Can't beat that with a stick.

You know what else I'm really enjoying right now…