Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
weather pixies
The Weather Pixie girls are cracking me up. You are supposed to pick a pixie that looks most like you. Well, I may have dark hair and eyes but my pixie has a better figure and a better wardrobe and has no problem showing some skin! O my! I picked 3 weather stations to monitor, Alaska, Minnesota and our hometown. I may change them up some. For now we have Alaska, since I've always wanted to visit there. International Falls, MN is one of the coldest places in the USA so I'm thankful I live in TX every time I look at their temp. Who knows what my hometown weather pixie will be wearing next? Maybe a bikini if the weather gets any warmer! ; )
Sunday, December 14, 2008
running
I ran with a friend tonight for 4 miles. It was great and we got up to a super fast pace (for us). I was looking for a runner's book online and came across these runner's t-shirts. I laughed out loud when I saw the one that said, "In my mind I'm a Kenyan!" I felt that in real life the one that showed the turtle saying "I am running!" was probably more my speed!
You know Kenyans and Ethiopians win almost every major marathon. Tonight, I felt like a Kenyan running my 4 little miles(just 22 miles shy of a marathon/9 miles shy of a half marathon)in the dark down the sidewalk. I love running at night. It is great after my body gets over the shock of the first mile and my brain and my body have this conversation:
Body - "This hurts and we are doing this because????"
Brain - "O it will be fun!"
Body - "Fun, I'm not feeling it! And I see no bears, lions, or tigers chasing me for their dinner so why am I running again?"
Brain - "Stop your whining! You just have to get all of your fat moving at the same rhythm"
Body - "Shin pain, knee pain, breathing hard.....waiting on the fun! where is the fun? (in loud voice)FFFUUUNNN where are you??"
Brain - "It is ok to rest when you need to but you can't stop running. Run for those that can't run."
Body - "Ok, since you put it that way. I guess I'm feeling a little better. I am moving and that counts!"
Brain - "Push yourself! Keep going and make it to the stop light and then you can rest if you think you need it!"
Body - "O man, should've had some water before I left!"
Brain - "You should've tinkled too before you left! Squeeze army!"
Body - "Wow, my fat is all jiggling in sync and I'm moving faster and it feels good!
Is this the runner's high that everyone talks about?"
Brain - "See I told you it would be fun! Let's go further!"
Body - "Umm...that sounds great but I do have to be physically able to make it back to my starting location."
Brain - "O, details - shmetails!"
Body - "Feeling great, knees lifting higher, strides getting longer - FUN, I've found you!"
Brain - "Told ya! By the way, mile one is history and you've been running for 17 minutes without stopping!"
Body - "No way!! Thank you brain for not letting me quit!"
Brain - "Keep going body. You can do it! Only 30 more minutes to go!"
I never ever wanted to be a runner. Running is what you did after softball or basketball practice for punishment oops I think the correct term is "endurance and conditioning." ; ) I never thought I could do it and it still amazes me. If I can do it anyone can. Start slow and build up but don't quit. Just move your body!
"But those who hope in the Lord....will run and not grow weary." Isaiah 40:31
You know Kenyans and Ethiopians win almost every major marathon. Tonight, I felt like a Kenyan running my 4 little miles(just 22 miles shy of a marathon/9 miles shy of a half marathon)in the dark down the sidewalk. I love running at night. It is great after my body gets over the shock of the first mile and my brain and my body have this conversation:
Body - "This hurts and we are doing this because????"
Brain - "O it will be fun!"
Body - "Fun, I'm not feeling it! And I see no bears, lions, or tigers chasing me for their dinner so why am I running again?"
Brain - "Stop your whining! You just have to get all of your fat moving at the same rhythm"
Body - "Shin pain, knee pain, breathing hard.....waiting on the fun! where is the fun? (in loud voice)FFFUUUNNN where are you??"
Brain - "It is ok to rest when you need to but you can't stop running. Run for those that can't run."
Body - "Ok, since you put it that way. I guess I'm feeling a little better. I am moving and that counts!"
Brain - "Push yourself! Keep going and make it to the stop light and then you can rest if you think you need it!"
Body - "O man, should've had some water before I left!"
Brain - "You should've tinkled too before you left! Squeeze army!"
Body - "Wow, my fat is all jiggling in sync and I'm moving faster and it feels good!
Is this the runner's high that everyone talks about?"
Brain - "See I told you it would be fun! Let's go further!"
Body - "Umm...that sounds great but I do have to be physically able to make it back to my starting location."
Brain - "O, details - shmetails!"
Body - "Feeling great, knees lifting higher, strides getting longer - FUN, I've found you!"
Brain - "Told ya! By the way, mile one is history and you've been running for 17 minutes without stopping!"
Body - "No way!! Thank you brain for not letting me quit!"
Brain - "Keep going body. You can do it! Only 30 more minutes to go!"
I never ever wanted to be a runner. Running is what you did after softball or basketball practice for punishment oops I think the correct term is "endurance and conditioning." ; ) I never thought I could do it and it still amazes me. If I can do it anyone can. Start slow and build up but don't quit. Just move your body!
"But those who hope in the Lord....will run and not grow weary." Isaiah 40:31
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Praising Voices Praising Hands
Praising Voices
I don't know how many of you were at church tonight for the Family Christmas performance. I thought it was one of the best I had seen in years. I was almost moved to tears when the Mariachi Band played. I love hearing songs about Jesus sung in other languages especially if I recognize the tune. I've got to mainly hear Spanish and German praising. The Mariachi singers sang their hearts out and though I didn't know exactly what they were saying, I knew they were worshiping. Their Spanish speaking voices took me back to the mission trips I went on to Mexico. The singing was one of my favorite parts. We taught VBS in some of the little towns and I loved hearing the children singing our traditional Sunday School songs in Spanish. I remember Padre Abram for Father Abraham and I've got the joy joy joy joy down in my heart Donde? In mi corazon! The people of the church always called you "hermana" which means sister because to them you loved the same Lord so you were family. I felt that tonight with the Mariachis - they were our family in Christ.
Praising Hands
I openly admit to being a weeper. I wish I was not but that is how God wired me. If the Mariachis weren't enough to prime the tear ducts, then the sign language girl sent me over the edge and it was to one of my favorite Christmas songs O Holy Night. I love signing and wish I knew more. I feel my hands wanting to move during worship but not sure the right signs for the words. I guess that goes back to my years of teaching preschool where there are movements for every song. Daddy Boy leans over to me during the performance and says that we need to be thankful that someone translated God's word from Greek and Hebrew for us. So that we can understand and read in our own language just like someone developed sign so deaf people can understand spoken word. Wow! I had never thought to be thankful for that! I think we occasionally forget that Jesus was not a white guy speaking English back in the day! Anyway, I was uplifted tonight! I am looking forward to hearing all of the tongues and tribes and nations singing and waving our hands in harmony when we get to heaven! What a rockin' good time that will be!
I don't know how many of you were at church tonight for the Family Christmas performance. I thought it was one of the best I had seen in years. I was almost moved to tears when the Mariachi Band played. I love hearing songs about Jesus sung in other languages especially if I recognize the tune. I've got to mainly hear Spanish and German praising. The Mariachi singers sang their hearts out and though I didn't know exactly what they were saying, I knew they were worshiping. Their Spanish speaking voices took me back to the mission trips I went on to Mexico. The singing was one of my favorite parts. We taught VBS in some of the little towns and I loved hearing the children singing our traditional Sunday School songs in Spanish. I remember Padre Abram for Father Abraham and I've got the joy joy joy joy down in my heart Donde? In mi corazon! The people of the church always called you "hermana" which means sister because to them you loved the same Lord so you were family. I felt that tonight with the Mariachis - they were our family in Christ.
Praising Hands
I openly admit to being a weeper. I wish I was not but that is how God wired me. If the Mariachis weren't enough to prime the tear ducts, then the sign language girl sent me over the edge and it was to one of my favorite Christmas songs O Holy Night. I love signing and wish I knew more. I feel my hands wanting to move during worship but not sure the right signs for the words. I guess that goes back to my years of teaching preschool where there are movements for every song. Daddy Boy leans over to me during the performance and says that we need to be thankful that someone translated God's word from Greek and Hebrew for us. So that we can understand and read in our own language just like someone developed sign so deaf people can understand spoken word. Wow! I had never thought to be thankful for that! I think we occasionally forget that Jesus was not a white guy speaking English back in the day! Anyway, I was uplifted tonight! I am looking forward to hearing all of the tongues and tribes and nations singing and waving our hands in harmony when we get to heaven! What a rockin' good time that will be!
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