- Dust light fixtures and bedroom
- Vacuum stairs and upstairs
- Weed front garden (it is a ridiculous jungle out there)
I feel a bit better now. Writing them down is the first step, right?
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Jobs I have to do that bother me daily, but I don't have the time or energy to do:
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Conversations with God over Coffee
In my experience, I don't always know when God is speaking to me. Is it just me? Is it God? Is it a combination of factors? However, I am trying to develop more of a conversational relationship with Jesus - speaking to Him as a friend that is literally with me. Just reading that over sounds a bit crazy, but I know some of you may understand.
To backtrack a bit, I had a bit of a freakout at the Superstore over the pricematching of butter chicken sauce. I've been on a coupon-craze, trying to save money on groceries. Which tends to make me a bit of a jerk sometimes; I forget to be grateful for what I have. After a harrowing trip through the renovated layout of Superstore, I had a bit of an altercation with a cashier supervisor who did not want to honour the pricematching on the aforementioned butter chicken sauce. I was all riled up: I phoned a girlfriend to be affirmed in my rage, I started and stopped writing an email to the store, I phoned the store itself to be put through to a manager, and then hung up because I was afraid I would get the same supervisor that I had talked to.
All throughout my righteous rage, I couldn't help but think: I hope she doesn't come to church one day, see me and think, "Oh, yeah, these Christians. They're such hypocrites."
The next morning, I was sipping my coffee, staring out the kitchen window and warming my feet on my favourite spot, the heating vent at the bottom of the cupboards, thinking of the situation:
"Oh well," I thought to God, "nothing I can do about it now."
You could apologize
"Oh no. There is no way I am going to the Superstore, dragging my kids out of the car and searching the Superstore for this lady. It would be way to.."
Humbling?
"Yes, humbling."
For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.
Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God.
I went to check my email. Then I thought about the wisdom of disobeying the God of the universe. So I said:
"Ok. I have to be out of the house by 9:40am this morning to make it to music class. Kate & I both have to shower and I have to get everyone dressed and out the door. If you want me to go to the Superstore first, God, you're going to have to make us get ready in a hurry."
It was 8:35am. At 9:25am, I walked down the stairs with two fully clothed children, and looked at the clock.
"Guess I'm going to the Superstore."
So off I went, dragged both kids out of the car, and began searching the cashiers for the mystery anti-pricematching-cashier. All along, Kate is asking, "Mommy, what are we doing here?" "Just looking for someone, Kate."
I was comforting myself with the thought that I could simply search for the cashier next time, knowing that it was likely I would talk myself out of this craziness. I walked passed the podium where a cashier supervisor was working.
"Um, excuse me, I'm looking for someone who was working yesterday. Dark hair. Cashier, probably a supervisor. Maybe her name is Karen?"
"Yep, she's on till 5."
"Hmmm, no, not the right person. Anyone else you could think of?"
After some searching, "Susan*. She was working cash yesterday at about 1:00. I'll call her."
"Oh no, it's OK, I'll go find her. What department?"
"Oh, she works in the office. She's our boss." Calls Susan. Susan wonders who the heck wants to see her, and why she's being called downstairs by some psycho customer. She comes down.
"Hi Susan, I don't know if you remember me. I'm the crazy butter-chicken pricematching lady from yesterday. I just really felt like I needed to apologize for the incident yesterday. I was feeling quite stressed out, and I felt that I could've communicated my thoughts in a more positive way. "
"Oh. Well, I should've just given you the pricematch. If you have any problems in the future, just ask for me, and I'll help you."
Thank you and have a nice day on both sides.
I walked away from my God-directed experience and thought, "Well, I don't know what that was about, but there you are, God."
So I am on a journey on learning to hear from God. I hope to really know one day definitively how to know if I'm hearing from God, or just being me. But I'm going forward with the knowledge that I am going to keep trying to be a friend with Jesus, and see what lays ahead.
*names changed for protection of identity. =)
To backtrack a bit, I had a bit of a freakout at the Superstore over the pricematching of butter chicken sauce. I've been on a coupon-craze, trying to save money on groceries. Which tends to make me a bit of a jerk sometimes; I forget to be grateful for what I have. After a harrowing trip through the renovated layout of Superstore, I had a bit of an altercation with a cashier supervisor who did not want to honour the pricematching on the aforementioned butter chicken sauce. I was all riled up: I phoned a girlfriend to be affirmed in my rage, I started and stopped writing an email to the store, I phoned the store itself to be put through to a manager, and then hung up because I was afraid I would get the same supervisor that I had talked to.
All throughout my righteous rage, I couldn't help but think: I hope she doesn't come to church one day, see me and think, "Oh, yeah, these Christians. They're such hypocrites."
The next morning, I was sipping my coffee, staring out the kitchen window and warming my feet on my favourite spot, the heating vent at the bottom of the cupboards, thinking of the situation:
"Oh well," I thought to God, "nothing I can do about it now."
You could apologize
"Oh no. There is no way I am going to the Superstore, dragging my kids out of the car and searching the Superstore for this lady. It would be way to.."
Humbling?
"Yes, humbling."
For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.
Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God.
I went to check my email. Then I thought about the wisdom of disobeying the God of the universe. So I said:
"Ok. I have to be out of the house by 9:40am this morning to make it to music class. Kate & I both have to shower and I have to get everyone dressed and out the door. If you want me to go to the Superstore first, God, you're going to have to make us get ready in a hurry."
It was 8:35am. At 9:25am, I walked down the stairs with two fully clothed children, and looked at the clock.
"Guess I'm going to the Superstore."
So off I went, dragged both kids out of the car, and began searching the cashiers for the mystery anti-pricematching-cashier. All along, Kate is asking, "Mommy, what are we doing here?" "Just looking for someone, Kate."
I was comforting myself with the thought that I could simply search for the cashier next time, knowing that it was likely I would talk myself out of this craziness. I walked passed the podium where a cashier supervisor was working.
"Um, excuse me, I'm looking for someone who was working yesterday. Dark hair. Cashier, probably a supervisor. Maybe her name is Karen?"
"Yep, she's on till 5."
"Hmmm, no, not the right person. Anyone else you could think of?"
After some searching, "Susan*. She was working cash yesterday at about 1:00. I'll call her."
"Oh no, it's OK, I'll go find her. What department?"
"Oh, she works in the office. She's our boss." Calls Susan. Susan wonders who the heck wants to see her, and why she's being called downstairs by some psycho customer. She comes down.
"Hi Susan, I don't know if you remember me. I'm the crazy butter-chicken pricematching lady from yesterday. I just really felt like I needed to apologize for the incident yesterday. I was feeling quite stressed out, and I felt that I could've communicated my thoughts in a more positive way. "
"Oh. Well, I should've just given you the pricematch. If you have any problems in the future, just ask for me, and I'll help you."
Thank you and have a nice day on both sides.
I walked away from my God-directed experience and thought, "Well, I don't know what that was about, but there you are, God."
So I am on a journey on learning to hear from God. I hope to really know one day definitively how to know if I'm hearing from God, or just being me. But I'm going forward with the knowledge that I am going to keep trying to be a friend with Jesus, and see what lays ahead.
*names changed for protection of identity. =)
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
Why the see-through undies?
http://www.reebok.com/CA/
Click on the link above, and on the home page, scroll through the pictures until you find the ad for the Reetone, Easytone.
Is it just me, or is this lady wearing see-through underwear? I mean, why? Do they think it will entice me to purchase these shoes?
I'm not stupid. I know I will never look like this lady. I could limit my sleep to 2 hours a night, and spend the rest of the time walking in those shoes, and I promise my butt will not look like her. I know this.
Maybe they're hoping that husbands/significant others will see this ad, and purchase the shoes for us. In which case, I've got to tell you, I don't know how well that would go over. I can hear the conversation now:
"Look honey, I've bought you a gift!"
"Oh, thank you!" rustle, rustle
"Oh. Runners. Thanks."
"Oh, you don't understand, these runners will make your butt and thighs look tight, smooth, and tanned."
"You mean you don't like my butt?"
"Well, I don't mean that."
"What do you mean?"
"Well the lady in the ad looked good."
"Oh. Really. Well, the lady in the ad didn't bear you two children."
Not that my husband would ever compare me to that woman. I know he does love me for me, which is a very freeing feeling.
So, seeing as husbands will not be purchasing these shoes, and women know they will never actually look like the woman in the ad, why the see-through underwear?!
Click on the link above, and on the home page, scroll through the pictures until you find the ad for the Reetone, Easytone.
Is it just me, or is this lady wearing see-through underwear? I mean, why? Do they think it will entice me to purchase these shoes?
I'm not stupid. I know I will never look like this lady. I could limit my sleep to 2 hours a night, and spend the rest of the time walking in those shoes, and I promise my butt will not look like her. I know this.
Maybe they're hoping that husbands/significant others will see this ad, and purchase the shoes for us. In which case, I've got to tell you, I don't know how well that would go over. I can hear the conversation now:
"Look honey, I've bought you a gift!"
"Oh, thank you!" rustle, rustle
"Oh. Runners. Thanks."
"Oh, you don't understand, these runners will make your butt and thighs look tight, smooth, and tanned."
"You mean you don't like my butt?"
"Well, I don't mean that."
"What do you mean?"
"Well the lady in the ad looked good."
"Oh. Really. Well, the lady in the ad didn't bear you two children."
Not that my husband would ever compare me to that woman. I know he does love me for me, which is a very freeing feeling.
So, seeing as husbands will not be purchasing these shoes, and women know they will never actually look like the woman in the ad, why the see-through underwear?!
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
31 cent scoop night!
I was going to blog, but I just saw it's 31 cent scoop night at Baskin Robbins. See ya!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
And then he bit me.
April 20th
03:00 hours: #2 wakes from his slumber, whining and squawking like a little bird.
05:30 hours: #2 is lulled to sleep by his mothers' breast, lying in bed. Mother has waved white flag and surrendered.
07:00 hours: #1 is woken from slumber early by some act of Satan.
Fast forward approximately 12 hours
20:00 hours: #2 falls perfectly asleep at care group meeting. Father is in charge of #1. Mother has cup of coffee and cake.
20:45 hours: #2 awakens from perfect slumber, and refuses to retire. #1, who is in same room, insists on asking for snack and water, making #2 wake completely from state of semi-slumber.
22:00 hours: After putting #1 back in bed twice, and #2 being awake since the beginning of time, the Briscoe's travel home from care group meeting.
22:15 hours: MB (aka Mama Briscoe) is bitten on the shoulder by teething #2, and she cries. Cries like she hasn't since approximately eight months ago, during the exiting process of #2, between shouts of "This is the worst moment of my life!".
Thank goodness God's mercies are new every moment, and He gives me the strength, love and patience for each new day.
03:00 hours: #2 wakes from his slumber, whining and squawking like a little bird.
05:30 hours: #2 is lulled to sleep by his mothers' breast, lying in bed. Mother has waved white flag and surrendered.
07:00 hours: #1 is woken from slumber early by some act of Satan.
Fast forward approximately 12 hours
20:00 hours: #2 falls perfectly asleep at care group meeting. Father is in charge of #1. Mother has cup of coffee and cake.
20:45 hours: #2 awakens from perfect slumber, and refuses to retire. #1, who is in same room, insists on asking for snack and water, making #2 wake completely from state of semi-slumber.
22:00 hours: After putting #1 back in bed twice, and #2 being awake since the beginning of time, the Briscoe's travel home from care group meeting.
22:15 hours: MB (aka Mama Briscoe) is bitten on the shoulder by teething #2, and she cries. Cries like she hasn't since approximately eight months ago, during the exiting process of #2, between shouts of "This is the worst moment of my life!".
Thank goodness God's mercies are new every moment, and He gives me the strength, love and patience for each new day.
'Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from Him'
Psalm 127:3
Sunday, April 18, 2010
A Glimpse of a Summer to Come
I just love campfires and roasting marshmallows. I would have to say it's one of my favourite parts of summer. Mmm, and the ice cream. And the smell of sunscreen.
I am not a huge fan of the heat, today was about as hot as I like it. Searing memories of the heat of last summer (being 9 months pregnant with Lincoln) have really scarred me. But there is really something special about staying up really late, hearing the ice cream trucks roaming the neighbourhood, the sound of a lawn mower and the warmth of the sun on your face.
Until the streams of sweat make their way down your back.
To end on a positive note, (sometimes I come off as glass-half-empty, and I really don't think I am!), I am now on a mission to plan a summertime camping trip for my family. Possible sites include: Cultus, Whatcom Lake, Deception Pass, and other places that I can't remember because I've misplaced my list. I can already taste the s'mores and smell the smoke in my hair!
Have a great Monday, my friends!
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