Saturday, December 1, 2007


Yesterday I cried,
but they weren't tears of pain.
I hadn't stubbed a toe or got locked out in the rain.

Yesterday I cried,
but they weren't tears of grief.
My closest family's safe, I'm blessed beyond belief.

Yesterday I cried,
but they weren't those of frustration.
I hadn't hit that point just then, I'm learning to use filtration.

Yesterday I cried,
but they weren't tears of joy.
My little girl's too young to marry any little boy.

As I sat in bed holding you, my daughter, I cried.
These were tears of hope and love for you, our pride.

I watched you as you slept,
Adorable in my arms,
Hoping you'd know Christ and fall in love with his charms.

I hope we'll raise you strong, faithful, and pure,
That you'll have a relationship with God, His love, I'm sure, will lure.

I hope we'll be the best parents and examples for you.
As to spending time with God, our Father, Who'll always see us through.

I hope and pray I'll be your friend, not just your mother,
One you can confide, hope, and trust in, beyond any other.

I hope our relationship will be intimate and secure,
That you'll know I love you no matter what, in that you can be sure.

I know your tears of pain, grief, frustration and joy will come,
I pray you'll share them with God and us, and never feel forced to be numb.

Karrots, our daughter, our first little one,
Know our love for you is great, only second to that of the Son.

Friday, November 30, 2007

Fun with Karrots!

My girlfriend, Crystal taught me this game with Karrots. Basically, she cracks up when her foot touches her face. You can't see it on the video, but she's got a big smile!

Also, as she's been slobberying up a river, she's been putting things in her mouth...mostly her hands, as I've given proof for in previous posts. It's hard to stay dry around her. In fact, her spit usually helps her wake up as she moves her head from side to side. Here she's got grandma's gift of a Pooh teething blankie. Adorable! The bright colors next to her are her Lamaze elephant. She's finally interested in toys! We ever put up the bar of spinning blocks on her bouncer!

Thursday, November 29, 2007


Big Red and I went to go see Wicked at the Pantages Theatre last night. (Thank you mom for watching Karrots!) Big Red had gotten us tickets for our anniversary. We sat in row G all the way to the left. Not bad seats, but we couldn't see what was going on upstage in certain scenes.

The story line was very impressive. The writers were very creative with how they mixed this story to set up Wizard of Oz and how we saw what REALLY went on prior and during the time period of the movie.

There seemed to be a few different underlying themes going on. As the Wizard mentions, history is relative. We will view each person in history by how their stories are written, whether we see them as a hero, villain, conqueror, or chivalrous. It's all in the eye of the beholder, which is what this play does. It is a rewrite of the Wizard of Oz and shows how the "wicked" witch had the best of intentions, yet history rewrote her story.

The play also dealt with the subject of being wicked. Is it something someone is born as or is wickedness thrust upon them? Elphaba sings that no good deed goes unpunished, based on her experience. Every time she tries to do something right, it's viewed as being rebellious or wicked. Once she finds what the leaders are up to in Oz, she is determined to be a good doer, but has little influence. She ends up having to run from the law as they have pronounced her wicked before she can expose their malice.

One more issue was that of getting what you want. How far are you willing to go to get what you want and if it comes by deceit, will you ever truly be happy once you have it?

I recognized a few people in the cast. Carol Kane, who played Madame Morrible, had played the sorcerer's wife in Princess Bride. Nessa was played by Jenna Leigh Green, who I remember seeing from Sabrina Teenage Witch as a kid. Her love interest, Boq, was played by Adam Wylie, who's all over TV.

I didn't think the music was all too impressive. The writers seemed to like certain lines and made the music lines drag on a big to fit all the words they wanted in it. Glinda's understudy, Emily Rozed, was performing last night and she was amazing! A very humorous character, and, as all "good" characters, she was a soprano. Elphaba, the "wicked" witch, was an alto. She seemed to hit strange parts of the words when holding them out, but did an excellent job at the part. "Defying Gravity" was my favorite of the songs. Better written than most of the songs in the musical.
I'd recommend going to see it if you get the chance. It was a good experience!

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Thankful for the Thorns

(An e-mail from my sister-in-love...)

Sandra felt as low as the heels of her Birkenstocks when she pulled open the florist shop door, against a November gust of wind. Her life had been as sweet as a spring breeze and then, in the fourth month of her second pregnancy, a 'minor' automobile accident stole her joy. This was Thanksgiving week and the time she should have delivered their infant son. She grieved over their loss. Troubles had multiplied. Her husband's company 'threatened' to transfer his job to a new location.

Her sister had called to say that she could not come for her long awaited holiday visit. What's worse, Sandra's friend suggested that Sandra's grief was a God-given path to maturity that would allow her to empathize with others who suffer. 'She has no idea what I'm feeling,' thought Sandra with a shudder. 'Thanksgiving? Thankful for what?' she wondered. 'For a careless driver whose truck was hardly scratched when he rear-ended her? For an airbag that saved her life, but took her child's?'

'Good afternoon, can I help you?' Sandra was startled by the approach of the shop clerk.

'I.... I need an arrangement,' stammered Sandra.

'For Thanksgiving? Do you want the beautiful but ordinary, or would you like to challenge the day with a customer favorite I call the 'Thanksgiving Special'? I'm convinced that flowers tell stories,' she continued. 'Are you looking for something that conveys 'gratitude' this Thanksgiving?'

'Not exactly!' Sandra blurted out. 'In the last five months, everything that could go wrong has gone wrong.' Sandra regretted her outburst, and was surprised when the clerk said, 'I have the perfect arrangement for you.'

Then the bell on the door rang, and the clerk greeted the new customer, 'Hi, Barbara... let me get your order.' She excused herself and walked back to a small workroom, then quickly reappeared, carrying an arrangement of greenery, bows, and what appeared to be long-stemmed thorny roses. Except the ends of the rose stems were neatly snipped: there were no flowers.

'Do you want these in a box?' asked the clerk. Sandra watched for the customer's response. Was this a joke? Who would want rose stems with no flowers! She waited for laughter, but neither woman laughed. 'Yes, please,' Barbara replied with an appreciative smile. 'You'd think after three years of getting the special, I wouldn't be so moved by its significance, but I can feel it right here, all over again.' She said, as she gently tapped her chest.

Sandra stammered, 'Ah, that lady just left with, uh.... she left with no flowers!'

'That's right, said the clerk. 'I cut off the flowers. That's the 'Special'. I call it the Thanksgiving Thorns Bouquet.'

'Oh, come on! You can't tell me someone is willing to pay for that!' exclaimed Sandra.

'Barbara came into the shop three years ago, feeling much as you do, today,' explained the clerk. 'She thought she had very little to be thankful for. She had just lost her father to cancer; the family business was failing; her son had gotten into drugs; and she was facing major surgery.'

'That same year I had lost my husband,' continued the clerk. 'For the first time in my life, I had to spend the holidays alone. I had no children, no husband, no family nearby, and too much debt to allow any travel.'

'So what did you do?' asked Sandra.

'I learned to be thankful for thorns,' answered the clerk quietly. 'I've always thanked God for the good things in my life and I NEVER questioned Him why those GOOD things happened to me, but when the bad stuff hit, I cried out, 'WHY? WHY Me?!' It took time for me to learn that the dark times are important to our faith! I have always enjoyed the 'flowers' of my life, but it took the thorns to show me the beauty of God's comfort! You know, the Bible says that God comforts us when we're afflicted, and from His
consolation we learn to comfort others.'

Sandra sucked in her breath, as she thought about the thought that her friend had tried to tell her. 'I guess the truth is, I don't want comfort. I've lost a baby and I'm angry with God.'

Just then someone else walked in the shop. 'Hey, Phil!' the clerk greeted the balding, rotund man. 'My wife sent me in to get our usual Thanksgiving arrangement... twelve thorny, long-stemmed stems!' laughed Phil as the clerk handed him a tissue wrapped arrangement from the refrigerator.

'Those are for your wife?' asked Sandra incredulously. 'Do you mind telling me why she wants a bouquet that looks like that?'

'No... I'm glad you asked,' Phil replied. 'Four years ago, my wife and I nearly divorced. After forty years, we were in a real mess, but with the Lord's grace and guidance, we trudged through problem after problem. The Lord rescued our marriage. Jenny, here (the clerk) told me she kept a vase of rose stems to remind her of what she had learned from 'thorny' times. That was good enough for me. I took home some of those stems. My wife and I decided to label each one for a specific 'problem' and give thanks for what that problem taught us.' As Phil paid the clerk, he said to Sandra, 'I highly recommend the Special!'

'I don't know if I can be thankful for the thorns in my life.' Sandra said to the clerk. 'It's all too... fresh.'

'Well,' the clerk replied carefully, 'my experience has shown me that the thorns make the roses more precious. We treasure God's providential care more during trouble than at any other time. Remember that it was a crown of thorns that Jesus wore so we might know His love. Don't resent the thorns.'

Tears rolled down Sandra's cheeks. For the first time since the accident, she loosened her grip on her resentment. 'I'll take those twelve long-stemmed thorns, please,' she managed to choke out.

'I hoped you would,' said the clerk gently. 'I'll have them ready in a minute.'

'Thank you. What do I owe you?'

'Nothing. Nothing but a promise to allow God to heal your heart. The first year's arrangement is always on me.' The clerk smiled and handed a card to Sandra. 'I'll attach this card to your arrangement, but maybe you would like to read it first.'

It read:
My God, I have never thanked You for my thorns. I have thanked You a thousand times for my roses, but never once for my thorns. Teach me the glory of the cross I bear; teach me the value of my thorns. Show me that I have climbed closer to You along the path of pain. Show me that, through my tears, the colors of Your rainbow look much more brilliant.'

Praise Him for the roses; thank Him for the thorns.

Author Unknown

Tuesday, November 27, 2007


I love watching my baby girl wake up and know that I'm there for her...One of my favorite times of the day!

Monday, November 26, 2007

Mexican Drinks - Yum!

I got this recipe for Horchata from one of my friends from church. It's scrumdidliumptious!

1 cup rice (long grain)
1/2 cup sugar
4 cups milk
1 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp. vanilla

Take 1 cup rice in bowl and pour hot water in it until the rice is covered. Leave it overnight to soak. Next day, drain out the water of the rice (I left 1/2 cup because I thought it would blend better). Take half of the soaked rice (a little more than 1/2 cup) and put it in the blender. Add 2 cups milk, blend until all is mixed. Add 1/4 cup sugar, 1/2 tsp. cinnamon, and 1/4 tsp. vanilla and blend. Strain through the strainer. (Pour into cups through strainer.) There is usually rice left over. Serve over ice. Repeat with the second half of the rice.


1 cup Maseca
1 block of Abuelita chocolate
6 cinnamon sticks
1 can evaporated milk

Boil pan of water with 6 cinnamon stick on low until the water is red. Mix in separate pan Abuelita chopped up and maseca. Pour cinnamon water and mix in dry pan so there's no clumps. Add evaporated milk to taste (at least 1 can). If you want it sweeter then add chocolate mix. If you want it thinner, add more milk.