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Musophobia

I has it.

Picture, if you will, a woman in her kitchen on an ordinary evening. She and her husband have finished eating their dinner, and the woman is cleaning up. She opens up the dishwasher, and begins putting the clean dishes in their proper places. She bends over, picks up a white salad plate, and freezes. She sees a rodent.

And she screams. Thrice. And she runs out of the house into the back yard, still clutching the salad plate. She tells her husband where the rodent is, and he goes in to dispose of it. It’s still alive, but only just. He uses a stick to put it into a box, and then comes out and asks her what to do with it. She responds that she doesn’t care what he does with it, as long as it never comes into the house again. He promptly takes it back into the house, and puts the box inside a plastic bag, and puts that inside another box, and puts it in the trash can.

That was us last night, obviously. I know my fear is completely irrational, but there it is. I swear if there’d been a chair handy, I’d have jumped onto it rather than running out the back door. And I’m so glad Joe was home, because if he hadn’t been I’d have had to call a friend or sister to come take care of the problem for me. And I wouldn’t have gone back into the house until it was taken care of. Pathetic.

You know how bad it is? I wanted to watch that cute movie Ratatouille. I like to cook, and I like ratatouille every once in a while, and I thought it would be fun. But after about 5 minutes of looking at rats, I had to turn it off because it gave me the squeevers (that’s where I shudder uncontrollably and say “ugh ugh ugh” over and over).

Oh, and I did finish putting away the clean dishes and washing the dirty ones, in case you were wondering.

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I have trouble pronouncing my r’s. Not all the time, but there are just some combinations of sounds I have trouble with. Like when we lived in Salt Lake City, I would drive down Wedwood Woad. Or there’s one of my favourite eateries, Wed Wobin. When I used to watch VHS movies, I was sure to wewind them. And I have a cousin named–horror of horrors–Wowy. You know, like the chick on Gilmore Girls. Wowy. The incomparable Izzybella giggles whenever I reference Wedwood Woad, and Joe laughs when I want to go to Wed Wobin. So at least I’m doing my part to spread sunshine, right?

My little dog, Scout, aka Tenacious Dog, Snoop Dog, Rocket Dog, etc., saw me looking out the bathroom window last night and waving at him. After I’d finished washing my hands, I headed through the house to the backyard, where he was staring at the bathroom window and whining because I’d gone away. So today Joe did the same thing–waved to him from the bathroom window before he, well, proceeded to start his business. He said Scout stared at him for a few moments, then tore through the house to the bathroom, looked at Joe quizzically, then raced back out and stared at the bathroom window. Scout repeated it a few times to make sure he got the connection between the head of someone he loved magically appearing in the window and the inside of the house, where that person was presumably located. Very cute.

More Scout cuteness: he likes to chase squirrels. Kind of a Veruca Salt thing, I suppose, although I don’t think Veruca Salt wanted to eat the squirrels. He hasn’t caught any yet, as far as I know, but he has managed to catch the squirrels in the act of secreting nuts. Being a dog who enjoys digging almost as much as he enjoys eating, Scout digs up the nuts and eats them. I can’t help but feel a little sorry for the squirrels, but Scout’s so dang cute when he walks around with pecans in his mouth. Okay, not so cute when bits of the pecan shell are scattered all over the living room floor, but that’s just the way it goes.

Joe and I went to see Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian on Saturday, courtesy of Pat & Clover. It was a very good show. I liked it so much that I went to see it again Monday. I thought the adaptation was just wonderful. They added in some friction between High King Peter the Magnificent (“You probably could have left that last part off”) and Prince Caspian. While that wasn’t in the book, I think it worked much better than what was in the book. And despite my rodent phobia, I adored Reepicheep as much as I expected I would.

Nature Valley makes some fantastic nut crunch bars. I like the simplicity of the ingredient list. For example, the almond crunch bars contain: almonds, peanuts, sunflower seeds, sugar, corn syrup, salt.  And they’re really tasty. I like to break them up into smaller bits, and munch on them for my afternoon snack.

I gave up caffeine this week. Not for Lent or anything, and yeah, I know Lent’s behind us. I’m just sayin’. I realized how much Dr. Pepper I’d been drinking, and how little water, and decided that it was just time. Plus, since I don’t trust that aspartame or sucralose are particularly good for me (like HFCS is?!), I’ve been drinking the regular ones. I assume that has something to do with the weight I gained. So after a last farewell Dr. Pepper on Monday evening, I went cold turkey. (Why is it called cold turkey, anyway?) My headache on Tuesday was agony. The headache on Wednesday, agony upon agony. Today’s headache is more like Tuesday’s. I’m hopeful that the headaches will be over with shortly. I’m getting awfully tired of water, though. I’ve had a cup of chamomile tea in the afternoon, just for a change, and I use stevia (which I do trust. why is that?) to sweeten it with. I briefly debated getting a caffeine-free soda today, but ultimately decided not to. So water it is. I will confess to sleeping a bit better–I still need the Ambien, but am hoping to be able to wean myself off it.

I got another cookbook in the mail today to review. I’m very excited. It’ll take me a bit longer to get the review done, as it’s quite a thick book. Looks great, though. Stay tuned, too, for another book review and a giveaway!

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Thursday Thirteen – #22

Thirteen Fun Things to Do in Ft. Worth (and a bonus extra)

  1. Go to the Kimbell Art Museum, The Modern Art Museum of Fort Worth, the Fort Worth Museum of Science and History, or the National Cowgirl Museum and Hall of Fame.
  2. Ride the Tarantula Train from Grapevine to the Stockyards, enjoy a shopping trip & dinner at Riscky’s before hopping the train back to Grapevine.
  3. Visit Sundance Square on a Friday evening. Enjoy the good food, live music, street artists, and lively atmosphere.
  4. Go catch a concert at Billy Bob’s, and dust off your boots for some two-stepping.
  5. Have an incredibly delicious vegan lunch at the Spiral Diner.
  6. Ride your bike in Trinity Park.
  7. Go to the zoo.
  8. Visit the Botanical Gardens. Remember to take your camera!
  9. Don’t forget to visit the Water Gardens in the heart of downtown.
  10. Go shopping in the upscale boutiques of Camp Bowie Blvd., paved with red brick.
  11. If you’re interested in antiques, make a stop in Historic Handley and visit their charming antique shops.
  12. Enjoy some Middle Eastern food at King Tut’s. I can recommend the fellafel.
  13. Catch a play at Hip Pocket, Circle Theatre, Jubilee Theatre, Casa Manana, or the Bass Performance Hall.
  14. Whatever you do, give me a call, and I’ll join you if I can!

Get the Thursday Thirteen code here!The purpose of the meme is to get to know everyone who participates a little bit better every Thursday. Visiting fellow Thirteeners is encouraged! If you participate, leave the link to your Thirteen in others’ comments. It’s easy, and fun! Trackbacks, pings, comment links accepted!

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Another meme,

because I’m bored today. Doesn’t that just rock your world?!

Instructions: Type your responses to each question into the Google Image search, and then pick an image from the first page of results.

Age at next birthday

(What? You really expect me to tell you? Please. Besides, I pick a different age every year.)

Place I’d like to travel

Favourite place

Favourite objects

Favourite food

Favourite animals

Favourite colour

Town in which I was born

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Problem solved!

Before I say anything else, I’d better tell you that this is NOT a sponsored post or any of that nonsense. I just like to share the love. Okay? Okay.

That being said, go to this site: Hip-T.  I won’t pretend to speak for anyone else, but I’m a little busty. Not as busty as I was pre-reduction, but you know, there’s plenty up there still. And my shirts have a tendency to shrink a bit. Some I just won’t wear because they’re short enough that if I were to lift my arms more than an inch, they’d show way more of my gut than anyone wants to see, trust me. Others I’ll wear, but am always tugging down on them, trying to keep the gut covered.  And jeans are lower rise than they used to be, so sitting down can be perilous, especially for those who wear what I lovingly refer to as butt floss.

The inventive minds behind Hip-T went to work, and created a tube-top looking thingie that you wear under your shirt/over your jeans. It gives you a nice layered look without having to wear a complete extra layer (summers are hot here in Texas), and they have a nice variety of colours in the basic style, and a few colours with lace trim. 

I was excited to find it, and figured I’d share the love. Let me know what you think!

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Hmmmmm….

Do you ever wonder if maybe you’ve already lived your life, and the life you’re living right now is hell?

 

No, I don’t really think that, but there are days that I must confess to wondering.

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In the day of Moses, the Jewish people in Egypt were looking for a deliverer, someone who would free them from their oppressions. Pharaoh ordered the midwives to slay all the male sons of the Jews, but the midwives refused. He then ordered his people to save the newborn girls, but to cast every newborn male into the river. When the mother of Moses saw that he was “a goodly child,” she managed to hide him for 3 months. At last, fearful for his safety, she prepared a water-tight basket and placed it at the bank of the river, where it was found by Pharaoh’s daughter, who had come to the river to wash herself.

Some years later, the grown Moses fled into the desert after he slew an Egyptian who was beating a Hebrew. He married and settled down until the fateful day that he was led into the mountain where he saw a bush that was burning but not consumed. There he spoke with God. God told him that Israel was crying out for relief from their oppression, and Moses was to be the means whereby the Hebrews would be freed.

Moses returned to Egypt and contended with Pharoah, who continued to harden his heart. Plagues fell upon Egypt: the river turned to blood, Egypt was overrun with frogs, with lice, and with flies; the cattle of Egypt died, but the cattle of Israel did not die; the people and animals were stricken with boils; God sent hail mingled with fire; locusts swarmed over Egypt; and three days of palpable darkness followed the locusts, after Pharoah’s heart remained hardened. At last the ultimate plague was sent: the firstborn of Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh himself to the firstborn of the lowliest of servants, as well as the firstborn of the animals, would die. But the firstborn of Israel would not die, that Pharoah might know that God had set a distinction upon Israel.

At last, after this great calamity befellEgypt and Pharaoh’s firstborn son was dead, he at last relented and sent Israel on its way.  Later Pharaoh was angered and his heart was again hardened, and he and his men went to recapture the Jews.  But God had not finished working miracles. The sea parted, and Israel walked across on dry land. As the Egyptians began to follow them, the water returned to its accustomed course and the chariots and horses of the Egyptians were drowned in the depths of the sea.

On Mount Sinai, God gave Moses the commandments, and instructed him in what became known as the law of Moses. Because of disobedience, Israel wandered for 40 years in the desert, but at last they entered their Promised Land.

From that time until the time of Christ, the faithful members of the house of Judah followed the law of Moses. When Christ began his ministry, the Jews were again enslaved. They were ruled by the tyrant Herod, a pawn of the Roman emperor. They, too, longed for a deliverer, a Moses, someone who would smite their enemies and free them of their oppressors.

But just as the laws of Christ are higher laws than those of Moses, so too was the deliverance that he brought. Jesus Christ gives his people redemption and eternal life. He offers exaltation. He gave himself as the sacrificial lamb to pay the price for our sins. He has redeemed us, and we are his. After his crucifixion and death, the veil of the temple was rent in twain, from the top to the bottom, and the law of Moses was done away.

Moses was truly a great man, a great prophet, and he laboured diligently to serve the Lord and to free Israel. When Christ came, the Messiah, people were expecting another Moses. They didn’t know that they got something even better.

I don’t know why this hit me with such great force right now. I was just watching a documentary debate about Jesus, and it suddenly dawned on me. I had to stop what I was doing and write it down so as not to lose the thought. The gifts Jesus has to give us are better than the greatest good that had hitherto existed. I must be sure not to reject it because it is not what I expected.

Life is hard. It’s full of challenges and sorrow and grief. But it’s also easy if we but follow the Lord. Easy doesn’t, I think, have the same sense we traditionally apply. It doesn’t mean it’ll be a walk in the park on a sunny day. I think easy means that we know what to do. We know how to do it. We have someone who has paid the ultimate price for us, and he offers it to us freely. It means that in those hard and painful times, he has felt our every sorrow, our every grief. He knows us more intimately than we perhaps know ourselves.

I’ll never forget one day when I was having a meltdown. It was before I was married, I think even before I knew Joe. And I was storming around my little basement apartment yelling at Heavenly Father out of hurt and sorrow and frustration, wanting to know why I hadn’t been brought up in the church, why I’d had so many horrible things happen to me, why everything had to be so hard. And I was crying, and it wasn’t a pretty sight. And then the Holy Ghost whispered a scripture to me: “Know thou, my daughter, that all these things shall give the experience and shall be for thy good. The Son of Man hath descended below them all. Art thou greater than He?”  And instantly I felt peace. And every time since, when I’ve cried out in desperation, “O God, where art thou, and where is the pavilion that covereth thy hiding place?” I am again reminded of that incident. He is there. He is always there. I know it. I feel it. He is there.

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