Saturday, March 31, 2007

"Mistakes are a part of being Human. Appreciate your mistakes for what they are: precious life lessons that can only be learned the hard way. Unless it's a fatal mistake, which at least, others can learn from."

Al Franken

She's FILTHY rich.

2 Days ago my darling daughter found a penny on the floor and decided she'd like to digest the copper piece. And there it went, in the mouth and down the hatch.

After calling several people, it was decided that I should wait for it to 'pass'. If it didn't in 48 hours then I should bring her to get x-rays.

Well today she must have been clenching her lucky penny (ahem) 'cause out it came...Her stomach acids polished it up quite nicely...(that is once I washed it...) case you're wondering.

She just shakes her money maker and out come the coins....... (sorry...)

Friday, March 30, 2007

Features ...

We were doing so well.

Isn't it always the case...just when you decide to buy a dining room set, the car decides to throw in a lot of unnecessary drama.

We were driving to London the other day when the problems began...the thumping, the slipping of gears...and the dreaded jet engine sounds. The Hubs quickly diagnosed it as the transmission.

Lucky for us, cousin Dave was in his shop and we were able to stop in for a quick check up. He hopped into our Explorer and within 3 minutes of driving, it was the official diagnosis. The 'tranny' was gone. shot. kaput. on it's last leg.

So we hung our heads and slowly made our way home. I was disheartened, thinking of how we had just finished paying for this car..and we are again, either laying down over 2000 for a fix up or searching for something else.

The Hubs helped to put it all in perspective for me, and reminded me that God has a plan, and we should be grateful for the few months we've gone without any payments. He was right.

After a phone call to our trusted dealer, he gave us 2 options...a brand new van ...or an older model that was loaded and in our price range.

This is where it gets good.

You'll never guess what feature this sweet ride had...... I'm sure you're thinking DVD or perhaps 6 disc changer...oh no my friends....think vintage. Think...1980's.

Oh yes, she sports a VCR. ...You think I'm kidding? ... would I make that up?

Between the front drivers chairs there lies a console. Under said console lies a Video Cassette Recorder...with 2 headsets and a remote. ...'cause it's just so doggone far away. I just hate having to get up to change the channels from my front seat ...reaching down to press a button...I break a sweat.

It really was the deciding factor in our we get the van with the VCR or the van with low kilometres and a warranty...?? Shoot...the VCR of course!!

So it is currently residing in my garage, after having sashayed myself and the kids to Tim Hortons.... and yes....Baby Einstein was playing all the way.

My next trip you ask? Getting drive thru McDonald's and renting Footloose on VHS with my friend Jen, while parked in a low-lit parking area, dining in the back seat.

I feel like a real mom.
I drive a minivan.
It has a VCR.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Party Down with Farmers Wife...

I've reached 10, 000 hits!!!

(Most of them are my own, but still, that takes a lot of effort on my behalf. )

Let's have a party shall we?? Nacho Chips and salsa dip are on the table, and there's some pop in the fridge...come and join me would you?

If you've been lurking, would you please (pretty please) say hello?

At least help me convince myself that 9999 of those hits weren't!!

Chewy, chewy, ....

The pews on Sunday were lively, the preacher was on target and the congregation was loving it. It was a message that needed to be heard in our church and we all left with a new passion, and a hop in our step.

But, there was a moment when I couldn't contain my laughter. It came at the MOST inopportune moment of the morning message.

The pastor was speaking on Christians and the way they live, whether allowing the enemy to attack them, or if they are able to recognize the ways in which satan works to bring them down.

The Hubs was beside me and we were taking notes and listening with fervour.

Then it happened. The Hubs brought his hand to his mouth and slowly pulled out the gum he was chewing on, and along with it came a very long head hair....from my head. Apparently he had somehow managed to munch a hair into his little white ball of gum.

Just as he was slowly pulling the hair from the gum, preparing to pop it back into his mouth, we heard:

"Like DWIGHT who spoke at the mens breakfast, and told us of his testimony.....' The faces turned in our direction...


Dwight quickly lowered his hands and we acted as though there was no 'hairy gum incident' occurring at that very moment... we both looked upon the pastor with our best concentration faces and held back the guffaws that were brewing in our bellies.

As the pastor moved on and the faces looked away from The Hubs, I began to shake from the laughter that arose in my chest. I held it in and was able to come away with a quiet titter that only Dwight could hear.

The hair was removed, and as disgusting as this is, he popped it back into his mouth. Mmmm, mmm, hairless, handled, stale, gum. Deeee-licious.

Monday, March 26, 2007


Well, they're still here.

They've taken to attempting to eat mamas food, and drinking her water. They stick their little noses over the edge of the bowl and plunge their faces into the water, only to sneeze incessantly for minutes afterwards. They've tipped the food bowl over, and eat the little kernels off the ground.

They dig in her litter box, only to kick litter out of the box and not to use it for its true purpose.

And the stink. P.U. I'm not sure if it's the food or what, but Maaaannn, she's one gaseous kitty. You'd think if she was trying to woo me to keeping her, she'd at least try to keep 'em in, but she's as free as a bird when it comes to letting them go. It's especially delightful when she's on your lap, twirling in circles and just so happens to fire one off when she's faced the other way.

I gotta tell ya folks, it's getting old. My legs are scratched up from them scaling my skin, and Tooter...ahem I mean Layla, has taken to jumping the baby gate to prowl the house. She'll seek down fat cat and wail at him in a very eerie scream, then chase him down until his fat little legs can no longer carry him. Then she probably turns and blasts him with one of her death bombs. Poor boy.

Once they've had their shots, it's back out to the barn for this little gangster family.

Then I see this...

And I think...awww shucks, they're not soooo bad. And there's always Febreeze...

Friday, March 23, 2007


A little birdie dropped by my counter and told me spring is here

Here is a pic of the top of the Hutch from the dining room that I've painted and put on the counter for some extra space.

Only a Farm boy...

Gabe - 'Mama, I would like to watch Bambi...'

Mommy - 'Okay'

Gabe - 'Mama, I like Bambi...'

Mom - 'So do I ...'

Gabe - 'You know why I like Bambi?'

Mom- ' Why Gabriel?'

Gabe - ' Because Bambi is a good John Deere.'

Mom (giggling under her breath) - 'He is isn't he?'
There's a contest for a new template design...if you're interested you can enter here, She has a great portfolio!!!

Good Luck!!

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Back- End...

Conversations with The Hubs...

(Scene - me standing on chair, cleaning out the cupboard above the fridge...Him, seated on chair, eating, and watching me clean...)

Hubs - You know, I think your back end is getting smaller...

Me - (mortified) Pardon Me???

Hubs - That was a compliment....

Me - No, that means you thought my bum was huge at one point!

Hubs - was getting kinda big...

Me - Ahhhhh!!

Hubs - Well, you always told me to be honest...

Sometimes I fear for my husbands life.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007


I was thinking about how nutritious and delicious they are. I turned off the heat from beneath the boiling pot of eggs and plunged the white ovals into cool water.

I waited a couple seconds before retrieving an egg, so it would be cool enough to handle. I lovingly chopped it's head off and plunked it into an egg cup. The children followed me to their seats and I spooned the bits of white and yellow into their mouths like little birds, so as to not allow any shells to mix in.

Ashlyn gobbled it up, enjoying every warm bite, whilst the mini man decided he'd like his a little more hard boiled.

After Ashlyn finished her breakfast, I went back to the pot and cut another one open. It too was soft boiled.

This is where I made the fatal error. I went against my best judgement and decided to cook the egg further. Without putting it back in boiling water.

The stupid part of my brain won, and convinced the smarter half that, because I had chopped the tip off, it wouldn't explode. My hands followed what stupid was telling them to do, and put the egg, cup and all, into the microwave. Or the bomb box as I now lovingly refer to it as.

You know where I'm going with this.

I put it in for 2o seconds and waited with a clenched jaw and tight smarter half knew it was the inevitable.

Lo and behold, 20 seconds passed and no explosion. It worked. I complimented my stupid half, and apologized for calling it stupid...It was now closing in on my smarter half...Pretty soon I'll be a genius I thought to myself.

I removed the egg cup from the bomb box and set it on the counter. I picked up the small silver spoon and plunged it into the egg....


I couldn't see...everything was cloudy...It was a moment of sheer terror. I was blind. What would I do, how would I cope with 2 small childr... oh wait, blink, blink...I can see...I CAN SEE!!!! OH Thank you Lord!

I ran to the bathroom sink and splashed cold water on my eyes and face, where the burning egg had hit. My face was caked from my hair to my neck in tiny bits of cooked egg. After clearing the egg debris from my eyeballs, I went back into the kitchen, with my new-found vision, and saw the damage.

Who knew a little egg could make such a sickeningly disastrous mess.

I know what I'll be doing all day...

Bed Head covered in egg...

It hit every nook and cranny, the ceiling, the walls, the cupboards, the coffee maker, the bomb box, the sink and all over the window.
I promptly had a shower, and came out to meet Ashlyn ( who had been standing in the kitchen during the explosion....but was far enough away to not get hit, thank goodness) and she was saying...

Monday, March 19, 2007

Lights and a Cabinet...

Usually you can count on me to have a new post every other day or so .... but lately I've been a little less than reliable in the blogging department.

Although there's still an adequate amount of snow on the ground, us folks are already thinking about spring. Today was a day of finishing up some house projects that have been looming, and that I have just wanted to have done before the warm weather hits and by then I've got enough to do outside.
The Hubs was on side with the home detailing, as it's a blizzard here today and he didn't have a pile of work in the barn. So we went at things as a team. He decided I should paint my corner cabinet in the dining room, and I decided he should install the new light fixtures in the bedrooms. We both agreed.
Off he went to tackle his lights....and I got busy with the painting.

Here's a pic of the BEFORE shot of the cabinet (on it's side) ....

And after 3 coats of paint I used a bit of sandpaper to give it a worn antique finish...which to some may seem a little ridiculous to freshly paint something, only to wear it off, making it look dinged up, and old fashioned....but that was the look I wanted.

So here's how it turned out:

I'm pretty happy with the end result....and the hubs lights look great. It's been a productive day here...and because of that, all of the regular duties have been neglected, so off I go to do some dishes and sweeping :)

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Conversations With a 2 Year Old

Gabriel: 'Momma, you remember Noah?'

Mommy: ' Yes I remember the story of Noah... We can read about it in the Bible'

Gabe: ' Noah is in the Bible?'

Mommy: ' Yes, would you like to read it with me?'

Gabriel: ' No momma, I just want to watch the DVD...'

I'm sure I'll be hearing that many times in his learning life, as this is the generation of TV.

And here it begins. I must now instill the importance of literacy in my children...he's only 2, but it starts now. I don't want him to be the kid who reaches for the 'Coles Notes' every time he's asked to do a book review, or study project.

I want him to know of the wondrous world that a good book can take you to, or for him to know of the history of our species, or for him to read of the love of our great God.

Reading is a passion of mine...I couldn't be who I am without being able to read...and I want the same for my children. I go to find Noah in the childrens Bible, I'll be using my many character voices, and as much expression and drama as possible...after all, these are the beginnings of a great relationship with books.

spring has sprung..

Things are beginning to look like spring around here....kittens being born, basements flooding, mud sliding.

But the true sign of spring in our household, is when the Hubs finally allows me to shave off his winter warmth. His beard that is.

His Dads side of the family has red hair genes, and although The hubs hair isn't red, his beard is. He kind of reminds me of an Irish leprechaun some winter days. His sparkling eyes, red beard, and little hop to his step (moreso due to the need for new orthopedics rather than a little jig in black buckled shoes...)

Last night was the night, I finally convinced him that he would no longer need the red rug on his face, and he caved. I was allowed to trim off the beard to a 5 o'clock shadow (which I have to say is so very good looking on my man) and cut his hair nice and short...not that it ever gets very long, just needed a trim.

Birds are chirping, the house is rid of it's dust bunnies, and I can finally see my husband. Ahhh, it's gonna be a good spring.

Thursday, March 15, 2007


If you're looking for a few good Christian blogs, you can now click on my side bar to see the new link I've added, It's the Christian Blogosphere.

I've also added a fun little chatterbox, you can leave quick messages and we can 'chatter' back and forth...kinda like MSN on a blog!

The Slide show was taken from a fellow blogger, Chrissy, and it's a great way to show off your photos.


Wednesday, March 14, 2007


I have a wonderful product in my house. It's a Rollaway Litter Box ...My cousin invented it, and he's also invented many a wonderful pet items. The Rollaway leaves you with very little in the way of having to clean the dreaded litter box. It's as simple as rolling the box and having the litter sift through a grate and Ta-Daa, all the clumps are in a scoop for you to drop into a bag.

I'm appreciating it more and more these days. Since we've taken in Layla (whom we may also call Queen Poopie) I've realized how awful it is to clean a litter box the conventional way. That being, a spoon, clumping litter and an old grocery bag.

The only way I get through it, is to pretend I'm unearthing Dinosaur bones. It makes the time pass faster, and if I can't smell the litter,... it's downright fun.

Today for instance I found the long neck of the Brontosaurus, the tooth of a T-Rex and a pile of Dino poo.


kittens and goats..

This picture was taken a week ago, they're so much bigger already.

Today has been a trying day for myself and the momma cat, Layla. Overnight she developed mastitis in one of her mammary glands and today she is in much pain. The poor thing can hardly move a muscle, and won't move faster than a sloth. She hasn't eaten since last night, and is avoiding nursing her kittens.

I found a syringe in the barn, and have given the mewing babies a few drops of cows milk each, just to content them. The hubs was at a meeting all day and is picking up the medication for Layla, and the kittens will be getting some milk replacer until their momma can feed them again.

They are so adorable with their big heads and wide blue eyes. They've just begun to wander off their blankets and it looks like they're swimming once they squirm over to the hardwood. Pretty darn cute. If I was a little more insane than I already am, I probably would have decided to keep them all. Then you'd be able to call me the crazy cat lady. (or maybe you already do...)

Yesterday was a fun family outing. (I'd like to say it was a red-necks dream come true...but I recently learned that red-necks aren't really funny slack-jawed yokels, sometimes they're bad people. So...for future reference, my interpretation of 'red-necks' are slack jawed yokels, with a fondness for all things 'down home' us farmers, we like to fix everything ourselves, eat our own animals, find fun in the barn, and spread manure like nobody's business...ahhh, jus plain ol' red-necks)

Anywho, back to my story. Yesterday was a family outing that for this family, was almost better than Disney. (...who am I kiddin', there ain't nothin' better than Disney). It was the (dun dun Da....) 'Jersey Barn Tour' Woo-hoo!

It involves touring farms in the area that have a Jersey cow herd, and are willing to have strangers walk through their barn. It was a riot. ...but really, the kids loved it. Wanna know what I loved? the chocolate milk, available at every stop...usually served with fresh cheese, muffins...some had grapes, and others had pepperettes. Mmm mm.

At every stop we would sit upon the straw bale at the door and shove our feet into the large baggie style booties that were provided (to help lessen the potential of cross contaminants between farms) and we'd shuffle our way into the main barn and look at the cows, calves, cats, dogs, bunnies and goats.

Gabe was quite taken by the Australian Shepard with only one eye...he kept telling us that the puppy had an eye infection, and needed to see Diego. I on the other hand was quite taken with the baby pygmy goats ( no bigger than a small cat and so very sweet)...I was even asking the 14 yr old boy who helps his daddy raise them, if they were for sale. I kept poking The Hubs, but to no avail...he was too interested in the levels of fat the fellow farmer was achieving in his cows milk.

It was a beee-autiful day, to boot. The sun was shining and the mud was flowing, I was smart enough to put my children in rubber boots, but the Hubs told me to wear comfy shoes because we'd be doing a lot of walking....why is it that I listened to him? I came home with brown shoes. They were black at the start of the day.

Monday, March 12, 2007

I just tiptoed to the playroom, because it was just too darn quiet.

As I peeked around the corner I saw my son holding a piece of sidewalk chalk up to his sisters eye and was pushing it back and forth on her closed eyelid. I stepped in and said 'Gabriel!' and he startled...but looked to me and said 'I'm just putting purple on Ashy's eyelid so she can be pretty..'

And Ashlyn was just standing there beaming.

Apparently they've been watching me apply makeup. Time to start closing the bathroom door. All I need is for Gabe to grow up wanting to be a makeup artist.
Barats and Bereta have some pretty darn funny YouTube videos. This one is a classic and it makes me howl.
They're trying to get a picture for their mother for Mothers Day.

Click here -
It's a sunshiny day here today and I am LOVING it!!! WOOOOO!

Yesterday I made the trek to Wal-Mart with Jen and purchased myself a bathing suit, ...for some it could be a small tent for camping in, but for me, it's a skin tight, bright blue suit. I'm excited to sport my shiny new one piece in the pool at the gym, my only fear is that they may mistaken me for a small whale, and call in the emergency marine bio team.

They offer some sweet aqua fit classes, and I am just praying that whilst I'm bopping to the music, that I don't turn the jets on...ahem...if you know what I mean. No beans before aqua-fit.

Wish me luck!

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Sorry, it's been a while.
I've been making some much needed "me time", and I've had a rough go with the S.A.D lately. 'nuff said.

The hubs took me out yesterday and we purchased a 'daylight' lamp, that helps to raise seratonin levels in your brain by providing much need natural light, in these low light months. He then took me over to the Mademoiselle gym in our area, and I signed up! I'm so excited, and I've gone a couple times now. It has a pool, and part of the gym is dedicated solely to women, which I love.

Otherwise, things are pretty much their usual around here. The kittens eyes are all open now, and they're beginning to romp around, their shaky little legs can't carry them very far, but it's pretty cute to watch. They like to sleep in a big bundle of legs and heads, all wrapped around eachother.The runt is always stuck at the bottom, so at least he's the warmest. We've named him 'Runty'. Pretty original huh?

I hope to be back on my blogging game soon, but for now, a short update is about all you're gonna get. Hope everything is going well for y'all.

One night a man had a dream.

He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the LORD.
Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand: one belonging to him, and the other to the LORD.

When the last scene of his life flashed before him,he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.

This really bothered him and he questioned the LORD about it:
"LORD, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don't understand why when I needed you most you would leave me."

The LORD replied:
"My son, my precious child,I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering,when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you."

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Matthew 7:25

'The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. '

Get up. Keep going. You've only the greatest on your side, nothing to lose. Blow winds blow, rise up oh drowning streams,...
You ain't got nothin' on my God.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Hold on to your chairs ... you're gonna be jealous.

Today (or tomorrow...depending on the day we get free tickets, cause I surely ain't spendin' real money on this) we, as a family, will be gracing the local farm show. Uh-huh, thass right.

The kids will be delighted and overjoyed to see the tractors, because it's not like we have a shed full of them. They will clamour to the seats and Gabe will act as though he's never seen such a lovely instrument of machinery in his whole 2.5 years.

The Hubs will stop at each booth and grab information, and in asking one simple question ... 'So tell me, how DOES that work?' we will have been informed on the latest and greatest in milking machines, parlours, breeding programs, new barns, machinery, insurance, farm gear and stalls. Fas.Cin.At.Ing.

Then we'll get to the buffet and then you'll see big mama delighted and overjoyed.

I really only attend for the food. A lot of my life is dictated by food. And you wonder why I struggle with my weight.

This is my domain...I will stop at each station loading my plate, and with one simple question 'Are there free re-fills?', we will experience the joyous undertaking that involves grazing a buffet from one side to the other. I will leave there, having been educated on the fine dining that involves both exercise and good food. The buffet really is the best of both worlds.

So wish me luck today as I suffer through the Q&A period, but keep my eyes on the prize.

Monday, March 05, 2007

C'mon in!

The Party is hosted by 5 Minutes For Mom


Dear Me:

(Circa 1997)

I know how you wish this were real and true. If only this were happening, and you were holding this letter in your hands. It's you...well me.... Us. I'm you, in 10 years..writing to let you know how those years go...and how you end up here.

Let me tell you to remember this moment. Stop and breath. Take it all in and please don't wish it all away. Close your eyes, ...and take in your youth. It's time to throw your cautions to the wind, forget those inhibitions, those lost feelings, and celebrate this time. No need to worry so much beautiful has a way of working itself out.

I wish I could reach you. Take you and hold your sweet ivory skin in my dry, cracked hands. I'd hold your face close to this one, and tell you it gets so much better than this, that you're absolutely gorgeous, and that you have a beautiful future. You weren't made for these years, though it seems that others relish in them. Sweetheart, you'll learn a lot from living them, but the best is yet to come.

You'll move on from these days of heartaches and self loathing, these moments of questioning your existence and your purpose ... and you'll find your way. You'll discover that's there's more to life than high school. It'll take a few more hardships, but it's so worth it in 10 years.

By next year, you'll be attending college..making the grade, becoming a stellar student and you'll make new friends. Lots of new friends. Perhaps too many new friends'll let your grades slide for the sake of a great party. You'll begin to lose touch with your family because your wonderful Mother will try to keep you in line. You'll think she's out of touch, but in your heart you'll know it's because she cares. Always remember she cares. She's really the very best thing that's ever happened to you...(I guess you happened to her)... You'll be leaning on her more and sooner than you know.

You'll soon realize things have gotten out of hand, you fallen further than you thought you ever would, and you've landed yourself in a pretty dark place. You'll need help to get out of that place. Chin up sweetheart. This is where things will take a turn for the better. And your momma in shining armour will pull you through, ...Never stop thanking her.

God is so good, You'll learn that more so through these trials than through any sermon. Understand He is Almighty, Sovereign, and the most loving Father you've known. He's teaching you sweetheart, and you're learning.

It'll happen one day when you're least expecting it. You think you'll never love again, you'll think part of you is unlovable.

Just then...He'll be there. I won't ruin the surprise for you...but know in your heart there is a place for him. He'll teach you, lead you, provide for you, and love you with a love so comforting, and so whole.

I know you're thinking that sounds pretty wonderful, but just wait until you meet the next blessings in your life. You'll understand then that there is another kind of love. A consuming and powerful love. You'll know your purpose then, there will be challenges no doubt, but the love outweighs all.

You'll find your niche, and you'll be good at it. You'll learn its not about material things, looks, how much money you make, or the next best thing. It's about faith, it's about love, it's about happiness, and it's about living out the reason God created you, sweetheart. There ain't nothin' worth staying here for, it's all about what's next...and I'm sure that'll really blow our minds.

Hold on. It gets better. For you and us.

With Love,
You (2007)
(For more Dear Me Letters, please visit HERE)
The real party started after everyone had left.

Mom and I discovered the dolly's shoes looked great on my fingers. We couldn't stop laughing...


Click on the link above and have a peek....

This is the kind of humour that my family posesses. It's ridiculous....and so much fun.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Spreaders...of the farming variety...

10 years ago, I wouldn't have believed you if you had told me I'd be having this conversation with my 2 year old boy. I probably would have said you're a bold face liar.

(Standing at large green chalkboard in playroom yesterday afternoon)

Gabe: 'Mommy, could you please draw me a manure spreader?'

Mommy: 'Sure honey, would you like the Nuhn liquid spreader, or the solid manure spreader?'

G: 'Umm, the solid one pwease.'

M: drawing with all her God-given talent ...(the Lord really didn't bless me in this area..)

G: 'Mommy, where are the beaters?'

M: 'Oh, right the beaters.....coughwhattheheckarethebeaterscough...'

G: 'Yes, the ones that fwing the poop..'

M:' Ohhhh, the poop flingers....riiight, forgot those didn't I?'

G: 'Yes you did.'

M: 'There, how's that ?' 'Look at that poop flinging..' (Drawing vigourously, in an arching manner)

G: 'Wow, Good Job Mommy!'

It takes so little to please my farm boy.

Friday, March 02, 2007

We've Been Waiting For You...

I was reading Fiddledeedee's blog today and after commenting on this post , I thought I'd post my favourite 'Sad Song'.

I first heard it at a get together for some people who had just experienced a tragedy, two women sang it and harmonized so beautifully...
At that time, I had just recently found out I was carrying our baby boy, after almost 2 years of trying to concieve. I was a mess when I heard this speaks to every mothers heart...

You really should hear it HERE. You can click on the song title and hear it... and you can also read all the lyrics to her other songs... they are amazing and stir your emotions.

We've Been Waiting For You
words and music by Carolyn Arends

Let me hold you close, I know you're frightened
Go ahead and cry, I understand
You were safe and you were warm
And then suddenly without a warning
Things began to change
It must have seemed so strange
To all at once be traveling a journey
All the way to this delivery room
But baby you are not alone
Your room is ready, let's go home
You're gonna like it here
Let me make it clear that

We've been waiting for you
We're so glad you came
We've been looking forward
To showing you the place
There's so much in store and
We've been waiting for you

I know it can take some getting used to
But this old world is where you're meant to be
Life is something not to miss
The taste of ice cream, your first kiss
And when love takes your hand
You will understand why

We've been waiting for you
We're so glad you came
We've been looking forward
To showing you the place
There's so much in store and
We've been waiting for you

And watching you come into this world
Baby, you've made me believe
Another journey awaits us
So when I have to leave
I am pretty sure that I'll be frightened
But even if I cry, please understand I will know I'm not alone
When my room is ready
I'll go home
And when I reach the gate
I'm going to hear them saying

We've been waiting for you
We're so glad you came
We've been looking forward
To showing you the place
There's so much in store and
We've been waiting for you.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Pampered Chef...

My people. I have a product plug to do.

Pampered Chef's Large Bar Pan. Need I say more?

This pan is the ultimate in cooking necessities...(although I've lived just fine without until 3 days ago. But, really, if I had known about it earlier...)

Thus far I have made curry chicken, mini meatloaves, and country biscuits upon it's lovely stone face...and EVERYTHING has turned out better than I expected. (the very first batch of cookies were kind of a write off.. but that had to do with the seasoning of the stone)

I was told to cook something very greasy on it first and I thought my oatmeal cookies would do the trick, but alas, they sorta stuck and eventually became cookie crumbs on ice cream, that was before my reformed diet plans....I promise.

So tonight we're having mini meat loaves and biscuits (which are only 100 cals each I might add...thank you Pillsbury...)all cooked on the stone.

If you're ever invited to a party.....this is the pan to have.