Burma Shave

Back in the day there were Burma Shave advertising signs along the side of the road. Some of you have no earthly idea what I am talking about, and some of you, from an older generation, ( I won’t mention any names) know what it is I’m speaking of. Honestly, this was before my time too, BUT I collect tins and while I was downstairs this morning running copies for the kiddos I was admiring my tin collection. I have a Burma Shave tin. It is a reproduction, but it has a nice shaving brush and round soap bar in it. (not used!) So, as you already know my mind wanders. I can be doing one thing, see something else and my mind begins to ponder about that… NO. I’m not ADD. I just like to think about stuff.

I have loved reading the fun jingles for Burma Shave that the advertisers came up with. So in tribute to fun advertising, and nostalgia I’ve come up with some of my own “Burma Shave” jingles. Hope you enjoy, or they at least make you smile today:)

Stay At Home Moms

Work All Day

Putting In Overtime

For No Pay!

Store Coupons

Rebates Galore

One More Trip

To The Walmart Store.

Get Up Early

To Home School Teach

Having Dreams About

A Nice Warm Beach.

A Faithful Husband

Who Loves Her So

He Tells Her Often

So She Will Know.

Life Is Good

And Things Are Great

Now I Must Go

I’m Running Late!


I look just like my Daddy!

I was reading an article online from our local paper this morning. It was a sweet story about a couple that already had 3 children, but felt called to adopt three little boys (ages 3-8) from Ukraine. The boys had been in different orphanages for about a year and missed each other terribly. Even though they speak Russian, one could just look at the picture of those smiling faces to know how happy they were! It was the neatest picture seeing them get off the plane together.

My former pastor and his wife adopted their son from Romania. He was 2 1/2 when they adopted him. The pastor told a story once about how his son would “steal” everyones food and hide it. They didn’t understand until it dawned on them, that with the orphanage he had been in, food was scarce. You ate what you had quickly before anyone else got it. This behavior went on, and pastor wasn’t sure what to do….then an idea occurred to him after seeing his toddler son with a small cake donut. He made a necklace out of some yarn, and looped it through the small donut. He let his son wear it around the house….food was always where he could see it, or eat it, if he so chose. After a couple of weeks of this, the little boy finally understood that his basic need for food would always be met. The “visual” of the donut showed him the “invisible” love and stability that his new parents were giving him.

Some friends of mine adopted two little girls from China. The oldest daughter was 4 when I had her in Junior Kids Church. She was bubbly and full of energy! (a.k.a a chatterbox) Her mom told me the cutest story about her. Her mom and dad had gotten involved with a local group of parents that had adopted Chinese children. They would meet at the park and play etc…. Well, one day one of the other parents came up to the little girl and said, ” Sweetie, aren’t you glad to see and play with other children that look just like you?” To which she innocently replied, ” I look just like my daddy!” How touching is that? (her father is tall with light brown hair and fair skin and her mom is a fair skinned natural blond.) It just goes to show that children many times don’t see the differences, they just see the similarities….and that real love truly can be blind.

Cold and Gray, Winter Day

I’m sitting at the kitchen table looking out the french doors to the cold, gray day outside. Winter is usually an ugly season…unless it has just snowed and there is that soft silence and everything is covered with white. The trees have no leaves, the grass is brown, and the sky looks dull. Well, I see a little green outside, from the evergreens, but that is about it.

I really just don’t understand how some people can say that there is no God. These same trees that I’m looking at now, that appear so dead, will in just a few short months begin to bud. Leaves will uncurl. Flowers will bloom, and the yard will become a sea of green. God sets all of nature in motion each year. Wow.

When we were in Ohio last week I looked out the van window as we were driving down one of the many long, country roads. A vast tapestry of black velvet stretched out before us. I looked up at the glittering stars and was once again reminded that God is in control. I serve a God who wanted there to be stars in the heavens so He just called them into existence. Amazing.

When visiting with my dear friend who just had a baby a few months ago, I was in awe. This sweet child was perfectly formed. He breathed. He swallowed. He digested his milk. His eyes tracked his mommy as she moved around the room. He knew her voice. He was fearfully and wonderfully made. How could anyone believe that there is not a loving Creator?
The same God who creatively made our world, loves us. He made us with a desire for Him. Some people choose to ignore that desire, to shove that in the back of their mind. How sad, to miss the opportunity to know God. His love for us is incredible, actually too much for our finite minds to comprehend. He can take people whose lives look as dead as these winter trees, and make them new. They can have lives they never thought possible, with just a touch from His hand.

I have never understood how some people say, “Being a Christian is just a crutch. You want to believe in something that just doesn’t exist. You have to be strong and stand on your own, because no one else is going to be there for you.” Those words pour out of a hollow heart. A heart that has never been allowed to be moldable by the Potters Hand. How can they believe God doesn’t exist? Doesn’t it make more sense to believe that there is an Intelligent designer rather than believe that everything just came together without a real purpose? Doesn’t it take MORE faith to believe that everything is in such random order, it just happened…. then to believe in a Creator?

Video Games Can Cause Brain Damage

Okay, so maybe they really don’t CAUSE brain damage, to the participant that is…..maybe just to the parent that happens to be beating her head against the wall as she tries to pry her obsessed children off of a game. Maybe I’m just old but I don’t get this whole “virtual world” thing. Isn’t the real world enough of a challenge? I think so. But that is just my opinion. Hey, this can’t be so difficult….I could make a virtual reality game. Forget the young kids, I’d make my game for the parents. In this game the virtual kids would wait on their parents. AND they would smile while doing it! Virtual mom would get extra points for every extra 15 minutes she stayed in bed. She would earn more points for picking out the most flattering outfit to wear. (wearing sweatpants and T-shirts is a deduction in points) Dad would earn more peace and quiet points while he was working. ( a point deduction for each interruption from his virtual family members…double point deduction for any major calamity such as broken bones, throwing up, or blood loss.)

If the entire family survived and had at least the minimum number of points at “graduation” of the virtual children then the family earns a mega vacation to someplace warm and exotic. Aaahhhh…..now that is my kind of game.

Blinded By The Light

My dear, sweet husband bought me a beautiful engagement and wedding ring. I enjoy them very much. We were at the mall last week and went by the jewelry store. He suggested that since we were there why not get them cleaned? I said okay, so off we went to the store. Good thing we did. Turns out my diamond was loose. I needed the prongs on my ring tightened. Since Scott had enough forethought to get the lifetime warranty when he bought them, we left the ring to be taken care of. I missed my rings. My finger felt naked. I pulled out my fake, CZ ring and put it on. It was pretty, and to those who didn’t know the truth, it seemed like a real diamond ring. But to me it just wasn’t the same. I knew the truth. I thought about how my rings were a lot like us as Christians. How many times have I felt like everything was going along as planned, everything in my life looked good….but then God lovingly decides that I need to be cleaned. The world and all it’s trappings are making me dirty AGAIN. Sometimes the cleaning bothers me, it makes me frustrated and I miss my old ways. I might even try and fake the change. “God, I’m fine. I’m doing well. Really, I promise. See, I can still shine.” God, because He is God, sees right through me. There is no fooling God. “No, Dawn you need to be fixed up. The world is wearing you down. I love you enough to take care of you. This might hurt a bit, but trust me. After you spend time with Me you will truly shine.” After spending time with the Lord I am made new. It is the real thing. Other people notice something is different. God is so good.

I got my rings back last night. The diamond was sitting nicely in the tightened prongs. My rings had been shined and polished. I was nearly blinded by the brilliance of the light bouncing off the diamonds. They were beautiful. I put my fake CZ back in my purse. I didn’t need it anymore, because now I had the real thing.

Noisy Dishwashers and Quiet Kids

Okay, what is wrong? I’m doing a load of dishes this morning and I’m noticing how noisy the dishwasher is. It’s a fairly new dishwasher, but it’s just noisy. Note to self: New house will have a quiet dishwasher. The kids are quiet this morning. No, they have not fallen back asleep. They are working. Working quietly. I’m glad about this. Hopefully, this will last throughout the day. Hey, at least I can dream.

I really need to go to the grocery store today and I really need to do some laundry. Boy, doesn’t that sound exciting? I need to work up a little enthusiasm I suppose. I know, I know….my family needs clean underwear and they need to be fed. I guess I need to take action. Hey, no one can claim that I don’t care about world peace…..or at least family peace….or at the very least being clean…..well, okay maybe at least fed…..Oh, alright already. I feel guilty for sitting here on the computer. I’m getting up and getting moving!! But now I have a guilt complex. This means I’m going to be forced to buy ice cream at the grocery store this afternoon. It’s a vicious cycle.

I Just Want To Sit In The Closet

If this day continues like it has then I am in big trouble. It started at 3:55 am. Ace was barking like a maniac. I don’t know what he was barking at but he woke me up. He barked continuously for the next 35 minutes. I know this because I was wide awake. Laying there in the dark. Listening to him. Ugh. Finally I fell back into a fitful sleep and woke at 7. I laid there awhile longer, but eventually got up. I stumbled out to the kitchen and had my devotional time. The message hit me squarely between the eyes. It was about not being stubborn and doing things my way, but waiting on the Lord. Okay, Lord. I get it. So, I fix my breakfast and start to get the kids up when I steal a glance at the family calendar in the kitchen. Oh, no! Bradley’s dental appointment is at 9:30. (It was 8:30 at this point) I had intended to take my shower while the kids were eating breakfast. I guess not. I threw on some clothes, washed my face (but no makeup),brushed my teeth, and pulled my hair in a clip. I looked in the mirror and thought to myself, “I have become the stereotypical suburban mom.” Rushing off to get my child to an appt., trying to do 50 things at once….Double Ugh. Before leaving I checked the other two kids goals and told them to work hard while I was gone with Bradley. I also made Scott some coffee before going out the door. Since we had just gotten in from our Ohio trip last night the van was parked in front of my car. I decided to just go ahead and take the van. The parking brake was on and I couldn’t get it off. I pushed it. I jiggled it. I pulled at it. I had pushed the release but it was not cooperating. The clock was ticking and I knew we were going to be late getting to the dentist. Frustration was setting in…and it wasn’t pretty. I started talking to the van. “Stupid van! Let go already!” ” I’m going to win this battle–if I have to yank your parking brake pedal completely off!” Yes. Okay. When I get frustrated I sometimes start talking to inanimate objects. Crazy. I know. FINALLY, I pulled, pushed and jiggled it enough and it released! We were free. I sped out of the driveway and we got to the dentist 10 minutes late. Triple Ugh. Oh, well. The appointment itself went well for Bradley so that was good. The drive home was enjoyable. We chatted about his plans after high school. (though I must say being a skydiving instructor had me a little nervous) I just hope all these events this morning aren’t an omen for the rest of the week.

P.S. Didn’t I say this would happen? Last week I blogged about what a good week it had been. I jinxed myself. I hope I don’t get struck by lightening this week!