Sunday, October 26, 2008
I think they sell it at Walmart, because it's on their website.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Last night I came home to a brand new pumpkin spice candle on the counter with a sweet little “I love you” card from my husband.
“I just wanted to take a minute to let you know that you mean the world to me!!” he wrote.
I just might keep him.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Last Wednesday, I did not take the dog with me to pick up the pizza, and then leave her in the car with the pizza when I ran in to get some groceries. If I did, I wouldn’t be surprised with the result that inevitably incurred.
After the dog ate part of the pizza, I did not still decide to serve the rest of it to myself and my husband for dinner.
I do not have a plant in my office that I keep killing and bringing back to life by forgetting to water it then flooding it, and its pot is not only half-filled with soil because I keep forgetting to bring more for it.
1. If you found out your spouse was your biological sibling, would you stay with that spouse (assuming you and the spouse/sibling would no longer have the option of having biological children)?
If I found out Jack was my brother, I'd drop him like a hot potato. That's gross. Jack said he'd do the same thing. No kids, no strings. Easy break.
2. Will we go to the bathroom in heaven? (There will be feasting in heaven - Isaiah 25:6, Matthew 8:11, Luke 14:15 and Revelation 19:9 - so do you think we'll still have to go to the bathroom?)
No. I don't think we'll have to go to the bathroom in heaven. Not because having to go to the bathroom is a product of a sinful world, because I believe that's a part of a perfectly designed body. But I don't think we'll have the same bodies, so I think we'll be able to feast without going to the bathroom.
There you have it.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
2. Type in what you want to cut out and choose the font and size you want it to be.
Of course, it's much easier to just get a wishblade! :)
These are some cards I made for my 8-year old AWANA girls. They were so excited to get them in the mail! They're also super easy - just one peice of patterned paper on top of a blank card, a 1" strip of solid paper on the side, then a patterned heart cutout matted on a solid larger heart cutout. I used my wishblade to cut out the letters for their names, but you can also use stickers or bought dye cuts for this.
Okay, so this was a little crazy. It all started with a magnet roll. I saw it and thought "I should make my girls magnets to remind them about our food drive!" A little bit of cardboard, red and white paper, and some more letter cut-outs later, we had Campbell's Soup look-a-like magnets, personalized for each kid. The problem was that the wishblade wouldn't cut their names out because I think my blade is a little dull, so I printed them backwards and cut them all out with an x-acto knife. But they're done!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Tiffany asked the kids what God created on day one. Somebody raised their hand and said “day and night.”
“Great!” Tiffany said. “And what did God create on day two?”
A little boy raised his hand.
“Yes?” Tiffany asked.
“Morning and evening,” said the little boy.
And on day three, God created “earlier that morning” and “later that night.”
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
I do not like cold weather, and the fact that Fall brings cold weather saddens me. HOWEVER, it makes me very happy that I have a new house to decorate for my first married holiday season, and so I am happy to report that I have been doing said decorating!!
Monday, October 6, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Since I had left the dog at home all day, I felt bad about leaving her again, so I thought I’d take her with me to pick up the pizza. I told her she could come and she excitedly jumped in my car, rubbing her nose all over my windows and running around the backseat as I drove to Papa Johns.
“Stay here, Maggie,” I told her when I got out of the car to go get the pizza, as if she could go anywhere. “I’ll be right back.”
When I returned with the pizza, she was still in the backseat, still excited to be on the adventure.
“Jack likes brownies,” I thought. “I should surprise him with some brownies.”
Remembering that I didn’t have any eggs, I decided to drop by Brookshire’s, which was right next to Papa Johns, and run in and get some.
“I’ll only be a minute, Maggie,” I said, and went inside.
I speed-walked through the store, grabbing the eggs, lunchmeat, and bread that we needed, and headed to the checkout line. The incompetent cashier reminded me why I do not shop at Brookshire’s most of the time, and after a long delay while she tried to figure out how to scan a rubber ball for the customer in front of me, she finally rang me up and I was on my way.
As I walked out to the car, I saw Maggie in the front seat.
“Maggie, you can’t drive!” I said, amusing myself with my cleverness. As I got closer, I saw that she had a strange look on her face. Sort of a satisfied-yet-guilty look. I opened the door.
There was pizza everywhere.
“Oh no! Bad dog!” I exclaimed, as Maggie cowered apologetically. “How did I not see this coming!?” I asked aloud.
Maggie jumped out of the car to avoid my wrath, starting to scoot along the pavement on her belly toward the mostly-empty parking lot.
“No!” I yelled, grabbing her, and frightening her more. As annoyed as I was with her, I wasn’t keen on her getting run over by a car. I opened the back door and told her to get in. Still confused, she started to slink away toward the parking lot again. “Maggie! Get in the car!” I commanded, and she finally obeyed.
I shut the door and returned to the front seat to survey the damage. A half-eaten slice of pizza in my seat, and two uneaten pieces outside the box between the passenger and driver seats. I looked in the box. The rest were untouched. I threw the pieces that Maggie had taken out into a nearby garbage can and cleaned the sauce off my console with a napkin.
When I got home, I explained what had happened to Jack. He was pretty annoyed at Maggie for eating his dinner.
“So here’s the deal,” I told him. “I don’t think she touched the other pieces. It looks like she just got a hold of the first piece, then the second and third followed, but the box stayed closed.”
We looked at the pizza. It did appear to be untouched. If I told Jack I had removed the three pieces, he would have believed me.
“So I’m going to eat it. You can decide if you want to also,” I said.
He eyed the pizza carefully.
“I don’t want this one,” he said, pointing. “I think that might be a bite mark. But yeah, I can eat that.” Never let it be said that the Hornbuckles have high standards for food.
So there we sat, eating the questionable pizza and shunning Maggie, who presented toy after toy to Jack, wanting to play.
Jack still isn’t talking to Maggie a day later. Jack doesn’t share food.