Archive | June, 2012

Beautiful Thursday: A Beautiful Cabin

It’s Thursday. I haven’t run into any overly beautiful people to write about. There’s been no life altering happenings since I last wrote and I still haven’t met (or even seen) two of my three neighbors because they’re always gone. So all I see when I look out my windows are trees, a blue country sky, the occasional lightning bug if it’s after six and a deer I’ve named Bridgette that hangs out in our backyard and sends the dog crazy.

Wait a minute. I do have something beautiful to share today. Welcome to my world in the beautiful cabin.

I saw the movie The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel last week with my mom; I was the youngest one in …

Things I Do Not Know

Why do I speed up when we get to a yellow light?

Why do you take the short way home when the long route offers the beautiful view?

Why can’t you find a spouse or have a child?

Why is your marriage is failing?

Why did the chicken cross the road?

So many things and so many reasons I just don’t know.

I don’t know why people die when they’re young
Or before they get to meet their first grandchild.

I don’t know why people stop praying
Stop hoping
Stop trusting
And make so many rules that not even Jesus could have followed them.

I don’t know why there are more fireflies in the country or what their purpose is …

Beautiful Thursday: It’s a Beautiful Day In the Neighborhood

When Jesus said, “Love thy neighbor,” I never thought He meant to love the person who lives right next door. So to help Him out, I defined who my “neighbor” would be: my relatives and/or the person in my adjoining cubicle that I went to lunch with every Thursday. But now I think Mr. Rogers was more in tune with Jesus than me. We all have beautiful neighbors in our neighborhood…it’s up to us to see the beauty in them.

37 Jesus said unto him, “‘Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.’ 38 This is the first and great commandment. 39 And the second is like

Mom’s Sunday Roast. Oh man, I can already smell it…

There’s nothing better than a good ‘ole roast or a pot of spaghetti and meatballs waiting when we come home from church. You can smell if from the garage; like Grandma has been cooking all morning.

Here’s a happy medium when you can’t decide.

My mom made this recipe when I was a kid. I’ve never had it anywhere else so I’m find with saying it’s an old family recipe. I must admit: I get nostalgic in the kitchen. My sister, Annalisa, thinks I’m half nuts when I pull anything out of mom’s old cookbook and if she reads this, she will roll her eyes that I still make this.

I’m sure these ingredients could be tweaked, but if I …

Are You Barely Hanging On?

It’s been one of those weeks. Busy, yet quiet. Full, yet empty.

Sophie, Morgan, Eli, Hannah and I joined Regi at an engagement in Pensacola Beach over Memorial Day weekend. Friends, family and the beach: the perfect way to begin our summer. When we returned, I thought for sure some magical fairies would have packed for me. They didn’t and now my house is a wreck. Open boxes, sealed plastic containers, to-be-purged pile, and to-be-stored pile all growing by the minute. I simply want to close on Point A so that we can get to Point B. I’m done with where I’ve been, ready to move on.

Ever feel like you’re barely holding on?

My favorite day over the weekend …


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