"Keep scribbling! Something will happen." Frank McCourt

Monday, June 15, 2015

Millie Says Hello!

Millie is up to her old shenanigans. This time, she's decapitated a giraffe. 

Millie: What? Why are you looking at me like that? You told me to play with the giraffe.

Me: I told you to play nice with the giraffe, to make it last longer than one day. 

Millie: I didn't hear that part. To play nice.

Me: You rarely hear that part.

Millie: Oh well. What's done is done. Now back to chewing. 

I hope to be back to my regular blogging, soon. In the meantime, if you're in the mood, The Ruralhood has a new post: One Beautiful Sound.


Sunday, June 14, 2015

Sunday Reflection: Be Used

Working as an Admin Assistant, in my younger years, I was responsible for assigning and managing student helpers, for our office. There were things we needed to consider as in the age and character of a student. When I became the one who chose the chosen, I added my own criteria to the list. I wanted students who were the “popular” and "not as popular"  kids from our school. I also wanted students who were outgoing and those who were shy. 

And…I wanted to pair the opposites together, in their assigned hour.

It was a challenge for me to direct the daily activities of completely different personalities, together. That's when I decided to let God use their own gifts to figure it out and I stepped back. Who could have imagined that an  introverted male student paired with a beauty queen, who had a kind and supportive heart, would get along so well and build each other up? Or what about a shy girl paired with a stronger personality girl? They became friends! Not best friends, but friends.

God often uses us to complement another even if it seems impossible. Be used!

" The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’" Matthew 25:40 (NIV) Read the entire chapter here.



Monday, May 18, 2015


You need to know this about me. I learned to type on a typewriter. Manual. In the classroom, there was one electric typewriter, and we all had one turn using it.
I subscribe to Grammar Girl (Mignon Fogarty) because, as we all know, my grammar and punctuation skills are lacking. I nearly had a breakdown reading a recent article on the spacing between a period at the end of a sentence and the beginning letter of the next sentence.
I take periods seriously.
Grammar Girl said, and I quote, I haven’t been tempted to type two spaces for decades. It’s not like quitting smoking. I don’t find myself in nostalgic typewriting situations and suddenly get hit by an unexpected urge to type two spaces.”
I knew about the rule, but I didn't realize we're talking "decades" that the rule has existed. Were computers even used two decades ago? Okay they were, but barely.I touched my first computer in 1982--a Tandy. The next time would be 1991. 

Now back to periods.
GG may not have the urge to hit her space bar twice, but I still do. I can’t help it. I’m an impulsive, grammarless girl with twitchy fingers.
Do you know why we did the two-space after the period? We can blame the typesetters of yesteryear for that rule. “The story of spaces after periods is often told as though monospaced typewriter fonts needed two spaces after a sentence for good readability, and that the wide availability of proportional fonts on computers led to the switch to one space." Grammar Girl (Source)
What’s next?
  • I let you into my personal space?
  • I read with my eyes closed?
  • We suck in each other’s used air?  
  • And…howaboutsentenceswithnospacebetweenthewords? How do you like that one?
That’s all, except, please help me feel older by telling me on which machine you learned to type: Manual typewriter, electric typewriter or computer keyboard. If you say your cell phone, I will ignore you. 
Read the entire entertaining article on spacing after periods at Quick and Dirty Tips, here.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Sunday Reflection: In the Know

When my daughter was a three or four years old, she said a bad word and was upset that I gently told her not to say the word again. The injustice to her (I believe) wasn't that I corrected her for saying the word, but rather that she didn't know she wasn't supposed to say it. That day, she asked for a written list of “bad words”, that she shouldn’t say even though she couldn’t read many words, at that time.

The world puts in front of me all kinds of glittering things--the newest and the greatest. Some things are not good for me. Some things could harm me long-term, but nevertheless,they remain a temptation. It would be nice to have a list, in front of me, of all things that could have an adverse impact on my future or health. 

Give me understanding, so that I may keep your law and obey it with all my heart.

Direct me in the path of your commands, for there I find delight.

Turn my heart toward your statutes and not toward selfish gain.

Turn my eyes away from worthless things; preserve my life according to your word.

It's not a crime to enjoy life, but not everything offered to us is beneficial or healthy. Thinking and praying before reacting, to those offerings, is the key.

My prayer: Dear Lord, I ask that you help me to "turn my eyes away from worthless things" so that I will experience less chaos and more blessings all of the days of my life. 


Scripture source: Holy Bible, http://biblegateway.com  

Monday, May 11, 2015

A philosophical question for you…

I waited all of April to ask you this important question: Are things that get stuck in your head better or worse than things that get stuck on your shoe?

Head stuck:

  • Song lyrics from grade school: Hon.es.ty no matter what the consequences be, it's the very best pol.i.cy. (I still hate that song.)
  • Phrases or quotes: Awesome possum, Keep calm and carry on.
  • Negative opinions.
  • The one awkward thing that happened in the past that you think is forgotten, then someone brings it up and now it's stuck in your head all over again.

Shoe stuck:
  • Worms that you can't see in the night and you step on.
  • Used Gum
  • Poo
  • Tar
  • Toilet paper
What do you think? Which is worse, stuck in the head or stuck on the shoe?