I added more things to my Eucharisteo notebook today.
*snow on the ground
*the ability to teach
*the jingle of Lonnie dogs collar
*Nikki (the cat) greeting me with a morning meow
*piles of cookbooks
*leftover chocolate chip cookies
*finding new blogs that speak to me
*the smell of cinnamon spice coffee
*faith, in all things
*peace for right now
*abiding in Him
*knowing I’m never alone
Enjoy your Saturday, my friends.
Don’t overlook the joy.
The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song. Psalm 28:7 NIV
A storm is brewing. I really, really enjoy the clouds around here.
My oldest son, sporting a gas mask. He got this from a friend, who got it from I’m not sure where. It is nothing for me to be sitting at the kitchen counter and see him walking around in this get up. I love my son, even if he does have an “interesting” taste in wardrobe selection.
This is what Brad looks like without the gas mask. There is a handsome face under there! This is his cat, Shamus.
My sweet son, Kendrick, with his “man’s best friend”, Lonnie. Lonnie loves spending time with his master just hanging out. Have you ever seen the movie, My Dog Skip?
My daughter’s “a girl’s best friend”, Ace. Ace is very photogenic…if I can get him still enough to take a picture!
Ace thinks he is a sled dog. Breanna harnessed him to the wagon and off they went! I don’t know if he is Iditarod material…but, he’s perfect for Ohio weather.
Yes, I claim them. They might be a little weird, or a lot…. Their father and I realize that the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Candles and warm light in my favorite nook.
Hmmm…What to fix? The possibilities…
Writing down daily thanksgiving on the family Eucharisteo board.
It’s all grace. Every bit of it.
This is one of the first things I see….Lonnie refused to eat his nutritional bits.AGAIN.
- Eucharisteo (gibsongirl247.wordpress.com)
- Lonnie, The Wonder Dog (gibsongirl247.wordpress.com)
- eucharisteo… (beautyrescued.com)
- Time Change (gibsongirl247.wordpress.com)
- Experiments in the kitchen (inmygirlcave.wordpress.com)
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It’s a Monday morning…after yesterday’s time change. I know it is only an hour difference, but I feel like someone hit me over the head with a sledge hammer…and no, that didn’t really happen. I’d know if someone hit me with a hammer. I think. Unless, I was really sleeping hard. Then maybe not so much. Just sayin’.
Monday mornings. Are. Not. My. Thing.
I’ve decided that today is the day to wash all the towels and washcloths from the master bath. A large pile of white. Er…supposed to be blindingly white. Not so much right now. Sort of dirty white actually. That’s what I get for choosing all white for the bathroom.
I’m not letting this stop me from my daily Eurcharisteo. It’s hard to be a grouch if one is giving thanks.
* I have an abundant supply of towels and washcloths.
* A glass of ice cold tea.
* I have cold medicine to give a sick child.
* My children hugged me this morning.
* I emailed a friend.
* People that love me.
* I’m not alone in this world.
* The smell of a new candle.
* The llamas are out grazing this morning.
* The mud is drying up, from the wind.
* How I can silently glide around the house in my stocking feet.
* The cat going berserk this morning, that made me laugh.
* Lonnie dog as he looks at me with big, brown puppy dog eyes.
* A clean kitchen sink.
* Warm light.
* My husband told me that he loves me.
My heart is full. So is my washing machine. It is impossible to stay down when I count all the ways that God loves me.
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Life has come to me arguing with the dog.He is not participating in the argument, so really it’s just me pretending to argue with the dog.
Okay, so maybe cajoling him.
Oh, alright! Begging him. This is so humiliating.
Tonight I was trying to get Lonnie, the wonder dog…all 19 pounds of him…to eat his nutritional bits.
I buy him the dog food that is supposed to be good for him. Healthy even.
The nutritional bits resemble little chocolate chip looking things. Yum.
Lonnie refuses his nutrition. Instead he roots through all the rest of the dog food, spewing bits as he goes. How in the world does an animal that has no fingers pick all those teeny, tiny bits out of the bowl? He must spit them out like watermelon seeds. I will have to make a point to observe this. I’ll have to be sneaky if I want to watch, Lonnie tends to be covert.
I called the little terrier to me when I saw the mess he made. I gave him the “stink eye”. He stared back. I proceeded to lecture him on his canine health. He licked me. I continued to inform him of his need for good teeth and a shiny coat. He actually yawned. At this point I placed my hand on my hip, got the mom stance and said (with a straight face) “Lonnie you are like a five year old who pushes his peas all around the plate. You need to eat your nutritional bits!”
I thought for sure that I had made my case.
On a good note, the cat seems to enjoy eating them off the floor.
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The saga continues…
I came out to the kitchen this morning, flipped on the lights and turned the coffee pot on. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the “dark shadow” zip behind the refrigerator. As I came around the corner of the cabinets I saw Nikki sitting there like a statue. Her eyes glued to the small area around the fridge. She heard it too. She wanted it. She licked her chops.
I hear it moving around behind the refrigerator. It has to come out eventually. Nikki will be waiting. Hopefully. I hope she doesn’t give up when we let the dog out (in 10 min.) to use the bathroom. Lonnie is always so energetic in the morning, he might distract Nikki from her job.
Have I mentioned that I hate mice? Seriously.
What if that varmint had run across my foot when I opened the refrigerator door this morning? I would have had a screaming heart attack. The family would have shot out of bed sure that the world was coming to an end….and for me if would have. I would have been laying dead as a doornail on the kitchen floor.
Nikki repositioned…the mouse is now behind the freezer. (We have separate standing refrigerator/freezer) I can hear the little sucker. I think he is watching me type through the vent in the bottom of the freezer, under the door. I thought I heard a snicker.
He’s probably scared. Poor little field mouse can’t find his way out of this crazy house, big cat waiting on him to make the wrong move, owner of house threatening him bodily harm and laughing manically. Whatever. This war is still on…’cause I’m still thinking about how much mouse poop is probably behind my fridge. Stupid, mouse.