being robyn lane

disciple now

2012-02-26T20:54:00.000-06:00

The Disciple Now weekend in Atlanta was fulfilling.

I had the pleasure of leading break-out Bible study sessions with five great gals, ranging in age from 12 to 17 -- why yes, yes, that age gap is palpable! -- over a period of 36 hours, and cruising on oh, five-ish hours of sleep a night.

Here're my takeaways from a weekend well spent:

It is official: I need more than four evenings to prepare for 75 pages worth of teaching material. My respect for teachers has skyrocketed, yet again.
It's been a long spell since I tapped into such sleep-deprived adrenaline, but glory to God, He provided.
Whirlyball is crazy. Look it up.
The Buckhead Thriftique is organized by the Buckhead Christian Ministry in Atlanta, and its proceeds are used to provide financial assistance to people in crisis. It's a good cause. They hosted us for a service project that was particularly enlightening. While I was organizing the storefront, I was surprised to see that shoppers there can purchase a pair of never-worn Armani pants for only $225, marked down from $995. If that isn't a thrift store steal, I don't know what is.
The thousands of calories consumed in chicken nuggets, pizza, candy, and soft drinks over the weekend by all involved is impossible to know. I do know that the grand total would be positively horrifying.

All calories and designer thrift stores aside, the young people that captured my heart this weekend are sensitive, and insightful, and impressionable.

They respect their elders, and they exercise civility and manners.

They have deeper souls than I give any youth credit for, and they crave an authenticity that shamefully, even adults aren't faithful to model.

They are fragile, and their spiritual path is narrow. At any moment, one decision, one risk, one heartbreak could change their course forever.

While I trust for God's sovereignty and protection to be evident in their lives, I'm hoping hard for His spirit to sweep those beautiful gals right along His side, to a place of unshakable, supernatural confidence.

Goodness knows, they are fighting peer pressure that is difficult to imagine.

Our young Christians are in the minority, and their battle warrants serious attention from the body of Christ.

thankful thursday #66

2012-02-23T22:23:00.000-06:00

I hear people say, Mm, let me pray about that, and I'll let you know.

I've said it, too. In fact, I wanted to say it when I was approached about this weekend.

But really, it's often just the lame way that Christians fool themselves into believing that there's a more spiritually acceptable way to say "No."

Truly, there are some things that you don't need to pray about. For example, don't ever catch yourself saying, I need to pray about whether or not to love that person today.

Or, Let me get back to you. I'm just not sure I'm being called to care for that widow.

They're called commands, and they're all over the Bible.

I'm heading to Atlanta tomorrow to help out with a Disciple Now weekend for some youth gals from Emily's church.

Don't even ask me how this happened, but it did. And I didn't pray about it.

I'm nervous, but we're called to invest in our youth. We're called to be mentors. To wrestle alongside the generation that is asking questions that are a matter of life and death.

Nope, haven't met them yet. Nope, am not confident in my preparation. And nope, am not qualified in any way to do this.

I'm just choosing to be thankful for the opportunity to be sretched.

We'll be going ...

... and if I come out alive after a weekend with youth girls, I will report back. In the meantime, I'd covet your prayers.

I hope your weekend is giving you an opportunity to stretch yourself, and to appreciate the opportunity. Go on, be grateful!

thankful thursday #65

2012-02-16T21:17:00.000-06:00

Gosh, I love Thursdays.

This one is extra special, because my dear friend Kari is here to visit for the weekend. I can't wait to soak up some girl time with her!

And, I had a few minutes of FaceTime with Little Man today (thanks again, iPhone).

He was in a good mood, because let's be honest, he lives the good life.

Then the meltdown ensued. But I got just enough sweetness to make me go book a plane ticket, pronto.

Who's got you feeling thankful on this extra-special Thursday? Go on, be grateful!

thankful thursday #64

2012-02-09T21:20:00.003-06:00

At work, I've been using a Dell laptop for almost five years.

Five years ago, it was fantastic.

One year ago, it had run its course.

For the past few months, it's been nothing more than an overweight piece of metal that has daily tempted me to hurl it out the window.

Tomorrow will mark two weeks since we got new computers, praise the Lord! I wasn't fully prepared to proclaim my gratitude last week, because as you can imagine, the transition has been a challenge for all very normal reasons.

And this wasn't just a switch, this was a Big Switch. From PCs to Macs.

I'm finally getting the hang of my new normal, and I'm appreciating the opportunity to learn a new way of doing things.

But I'm not ashamed to ask you Mac lovers out there: what're your favorite tips and tricks that I should know? I'm thankful (in advance) for your wisdom.

And speaking of you, what're you happy about this week? Go on, be grateful!

you're speaking my language

2012-02-06T22:59:00.000-06:00

I am home from yet another choir rehearsal that makes me very, very bitter at the people in Genesis who thought the Tower of Babel was a good idea.

Remember that? The Bible tells us that at this particular time, the whole earth had one language, and the same words (Gen. 11:1). Over time, the people decided to build a city and a tower that would "make a name for themselves." In other words, they wanted to bring glory to themselves and their accomplishments. They wanted to be like God.

And that did not go well with the Lord.

Ultimately, God confused the people and their language, so that they could not understand each other's speech (v. 7).

In Colla Voce, we regularly delve into musical lyrics that are written in languages foreign to me. Latin, French, German, Italian, Slavic. They're all (un)fair game.

It's frustrating in the beginning, when the words on the page mean nothing, and when you can sense the native speakers around the world collectively cringe.

I regularly feel the curse of the Tower of Babel.

But God is so gracious to slip me subtle reminders, even while I'm banging my head against the wall, repeating over and over the Slavic texts of Psalm 103.

See, the Holy Spirit is the universal language of believers. But not everyone understands it. It's frustrating, and foreign, and it makes people crazy while they learn to discern what it sounds like.

I'd be wise to remember that. I was there once, struggling and learning to recognize the language that although I've come to know, I still wrestle mightily with from time to time.

And there's more.

In choir when we are fortunate enough to sing a piece in English, (and you can believe I do a happy dance), I'm reminded that the pronunciations of words in my native language are sometimes even harder than those of a foreign language. We take it for granted that we all know the language. We're lackadaisical in our execution of our native language.

And that's bad news, because did you know, that if all the voices don't sing the words with exactly the same diction, it is impossible to sing in tune?

It's why we spend hours perfecting our vowels, especially in English. Aligning our voices to each other. Otherwise, it's a lost cause.

Is that resonating with you?

As believers, too often we take for granted what we know as the language of the Spirit -- it should be, after all, familiar and recognizeable to us -- but we're just plain lazy when it comes to using it.

We might just barely be off in our execution, but we are severely out of tune with God and with his voice.

As it goes in Colla Voce, even when we're speaking a language that we use every day, we have to be intentional in its execution. We have to work at alignment and diction.

We can't afford to take the Spirit's language lightly. Too much is at stake.

one giant party

2012-02-05T22:13:00.000-06:00

There's nothing about the NFL that really fires me up.

To illustrate, when my group of friends gathered tonight to watch the big game, we collectively decided to cheer on the Giants as a sort of default, because Tom Brady has some past relational indiscretions that we couldn't support.

We weren't exactly grace extenders here. Nor, obviously, did we really care about the game.

But when (my foodie friend) Lori and I throw a party, we can get fired up about some good eats.

Last year, we unknowingly began a little tradition, serving up some team-themed dishes. There were only three of us then, but while intimate, it made the Super Bowl more than bearable.

This year, we took it to a whole new level, co-hosting 13 friends in my little ol' apartment. I said to someone when the RSVP's were rolling in, "I might have over-extended my space."

But I'm so glad we did!

And the food?

Food was coming out of our ears. So fun, though.

The year of hospitality continues!

On a side note, don't judge me, but I was a fan of Madonna's half-time show. Did anyone else love her "Like a Prayer" number?

thankful thursday #63

2012-02-02T22:27:00.000-06:00

I do not pretend to live a hard life. I am not out working fields, or hauling garbage, or anything else that's physically taxing. Truly, I am blessed beyond what I could have asked or imagined.

And although I do not live a hard life, my muscles are seriously tense these days. Mostly, this is a direct result of torture at the gym by dead lifts, lunges, and squats beyond what my body can tolerate.

The chest presses and dips and what-have-yous are taking their toll. Combined, these exericses induce a soreness that is literally debilitating, to the point that my boss asks me when I limp out of my chair, "What happened to you?"

Let that soak in.

With that said, I've gotten a massage twice in my life, I think. For whatever reason, I enjoy a facial, a haircut, a manicure or pedicure more often than I probably should, but pass on the massages.

I was transparent about my not-so-hard-knock life, was I not?

But this weekend, a massage it is! Nikol and I are indulging in a day at a local spa, and I could not be more grateful. I have high hopes that a 75-minute massage will work out some tension.

We will go first to the gym, and make ourselves feel splurge-worthy. Sweat out any residual feelings of regret about the money we're about to spend.

After our massages, we'll have a girly lunch and hang out in the "quiet room" for who knows how long.

I just can't wait!

I hope you have something special planned this weekend. Something relaxing, or rewarding, or something low-key with a favorite friend.

But whatever you've got planned, I hope you'll exercise a spirit of appreciation. Go on, be grateful!

tailgating and beerless potato soup

2012-01-29T21:07:00.000-06:00

Out for sushi twice. The Grey. The Descendants. (Two movies in two days is unheard of in my world!) A book purchase. A good run on the trails. Lots of friend time. A successful new recipe.

All these things made my weekend great!

And I'm still high on life, despite this nonsense that I saw on the interstate today:

Have you ever seen anything so asinine?

I don't know who those poor children are, with the hair-product mohawks, airbrushed onto the tailgate of this truck that I can only hope is their father's (I don't know what other hope to cling to), but I feel like we should all lift up this family in prayer.

Honestly, people. Snap into some reality.

Speaking of reality, it's chilly tonight, and I was craving some homemade soup. This was a winning recipe, compliments of the Neelys, from the Food Network.

Fully Loaded Cheesy Potato Soup

4 Tbsp. butter

1 onion, finely chopped

1 carrot, finely chopped

1 rib celery, finely chopped

2 garlic cloves, finely chopped

1/4 c. all-purpose flour

Salt and freshly ground black pepper

3 c. chicken stock

1 cup whole milk

1 (12-oz.) bottle light-bodied beer

2 large russet potatoes, peeled and chopped

2 cups grated extra-sharp Cheddar

Dash hot sauce

Dash Worcestershire

Sour cream, for topping

4 slices bacon, cooked crisp, for topping

2 Tbsp. chopped fresh chives, for topping

Extra shredded cheese, for topping

In a large Dutch oven over medium heat, melt the butter. Add the onion, carrot, celery, and garlic, and saute in butter until the vegetables begin to soften, about 4 minutes. Sprinkle the flour into the pan and continue to stir for 2 minutes to toast the flour. Add salt and pepper, to taste. Gradually whisk in the stock, then the milk and the beer. Stir in the potatoes and bring the soup to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer the soup until the potato is tender, about 20 to 30 minutes.

Puree the soup, using an immersion blender or in an electric blender, until smooth. Return the soup to low heat. Add the cheese a handful at a time, stirring until melted and smooth after each addition. Season the soup, to taste, with hot sauce, Worcestershire, and salt and pepper.

Serve it up, topped with your favorite accompaniments.

As a sidebar, I should tell you that I used vegetable broth in lieu of the beer.

I don't drink beer, but I will use it for cooking, even though I'm clueless while buying it. About a year ago, in fact, I wasted an exorbitant about of time in the beer aisle looking for an appropriate "white beer" for my Cheddar Beer Soup.

Anyway, I wasn't able to buy any in my grocery store today (obviously beer as a cooking ingredient wasn't considered when they passed that law about no beer or wine sales on Sunday), so veggie broth it was.

The soup was delish, even beerless. So give it a go on your next cold night! It'll warm you right up.

And for the love of the children, don't airbrush yours on your vehicles.

thankful thursday #62

2012-01-26T23:14:00.000-06:00

We've had some sorry weather here in the 'ham this week.

Early Monday morning, around 3:00, I awoke to the warning of weather sirens. It's shocking I even woke up -- I'm a champ at sleeping through those -- but how sad is it, that I didn't even check the radio or TV for a weather update at that point?

And not just once. Twice!

As it turned out, another tornado had left a nasty trail in our state. While colleagues and I traveled to Atlanta for a meeting that morning, and for two more days this week, the rain has poured down by the buckets.

It's been so dreary!

Today while I was fighting with my umbrella all day long, and bemoaning the fate of my poor suede boots (they've told me they don't love the water), how could I not be grateful?

For safety in storms. For sunshine that eventually comes out again.

I hope the weather in your neck of the woods has been more pleasant than here, but even if you're battling storms, what're you thankful for today?

Go on, be grateful!

the test of persistence chocolate sheet cake

2012-01-23T07:03:00.035-06:00

Last night at the informal birthday celebration, the chocolate sheet cake was well received by all (or so they told me, anyway).

I confessed to my friends that they were eating the second edition, so it's possible they were just trying to make me feel better.

Nonetheless, I'm reasonably comfortable sharing the recipe now, for those of you who won't be discouraged if it takes you two times (or more) to get it to an acceptable serving status.

This is the recipe as sent by Mom; my (hard) lessons learned are noted below.

Mom's Chocolate Sheet Cake

Mix 2 cups sifted flour and 2 cups sugar in bowl.

Bring to rapid boil: 1 stick margarine, ½ cup Crisco oil, 1 cup water, 4 Tablespoons cocoa. Pour into sugar and flour and blend well. Stir in 2 eggs, 1 teaspoon vanilla, 1 teaspoon cinnamon, 1 teaspoon baking soda, ½ cup buttermilk. Pour into pan, greased. Bake 20 minutes at 400 degrees.

Melt 1 stick margarine, 6 Tablespoons buttermilk, 4 Tablespoons cocoa; bring to boil. Remove from heat and add 1 teaspoon vanilla. Add 1 - 1½ boxes confectioner's sugar (enough to make it spreadable) and 1 cup nuts. Spread on cake when it comes out of the oven.

Robyn's Notes

* Instead of margarine, I used unsalted butter.

* It is well documented that Mom's pan is larger than a 9 x 13 dish, but in Round Two, my 9 x 13 dish worked. It will never taste like the cake that's prepared in the pan, but there's only one of those, and it's not in my possession. We do what we can.

* Probably due to the fact that my pan wasn't the right size, I did have to cook it for about 3 minutes longer (23 minutes or so).

* In the second, more successful batch of icing, I found only one box of confectioner's sugar to do the trick. (That's right. Only one box.)

* Our family's nut of choice for baking is pecans. (Or, as Dad insists on calling them, pee-cans.)

And one last heads up: this is a dessert with a sugar level that will make you climb the walls. Beware.

But enjoy.

a chocolate sheet cake offering

2012-01-22T16:22:00.000-06:00

I don't have a very big sweet tooth, but my mom has some pretty spectacular dessert recipes that when prepared, make me morph into some kind of unrecognizable addict.

Like somehow I can justify eating three pieces of cake a day.

Her chocolate sheet cake is one of those, and I thought I might like to try it out this weekend to honor a friend's birthday.

As most of her best recipes go, they're well, loose, in places. Her macaroni and cheese, for example, calls for no specific ratio of macaroni to milk to eggs. It's just, "until it's the right consistency."

Right.

This sheet cake recipe is my Mimi's recipe, and it has a couple of interpretive elements. For one, the cake batter is to be poured into "the pan," which refers to one pan. And I don't mean one particular sized pan, but the actual pan that Mimi used, and that Mom now uses. In other words, the one I don't have.

Mom doesn't know the exact size, but only that "it's bigger than a 9 x 13."

And the icing calls for "1-1½ boxes of confectioner's sugar."

My grandmother's and mom's generations are not making it easy on daughters like me to carry on our favorite cooking traditions, I tell you.

Needless to say, between the wrong pan size and the un-measurements (and my omission of some critical vanilla in the icing), Round One was a disaster.

I called Mom today to report back. "I just finished making my second chocolate sheet cake, if that tells you anything."

How often this happens in our spiritual lives! Despite the guide and instructions that we've been given by the Lord -- and no, the specifics are not always explicit -- we mess up all the time.

Disappointing? Sure. Costly of time and energy (and another round of ingredients)? Uh-huh. Normal? Absolutely.

But praise Jesus, he is gracious, and generous with second chances. He allows us opportunities to learn from our mistakes, and to learn his ways, that we often struggle to understand.

Mom was very sweet and said to me, "Well, it'll get easier when you make it more. That's probably one of those we should've done together the first time."

I think God's like that, too. I think he knows when we're trying, and encourages us to keep at it. And no matter what we're doing, or how many times we've done it, I imagine he's always saying to us, Do it with me. It'll turn out better that way.

Gracious Lord, continue to remind me that you are the God of second chances, and that whether I'm on the first, tenth, or hundredth chance, I'm better off doing life with You.

And please, Lord, let this chocolate sheet cake be an acceptable ~~birthday dessert for my friend~~ offering to you.

thankful thursday #61

2012-01-19T22:55:00.000-06:00

My stars, the past two weeks have been doozies.

It's rare for January to be this hopping for me, but alas, the 2012 calendar has shown me no mercy so far.

In spite of my exhaustion, I'm thankful today that this weekend will be spent at a gals' conference at my church, and that tomorrow is jeans day at work.

I'm so thankful for jeans day, in fact, that I don't even care that I'll probably be doing manual labor.

Pulling on jeans and slipping into my favorite clogs always make me feel better. They bring me right back to my comfort zone. The literal one.

What are you appreciating, as you slip in to your Friday? Go on, be grateful!

finally, some civility

2012-01-18T23:05:00.000-06:00

Yesterday, at some point during my interview marathon, the issue of civility was mentioned. In context, incivility was identified as a behavior for which one of our smart candidates had a low tolerance. (Preach it.)

I wrote about (in)civility almost a year ago. And I promised to seek out stories of civility to share.

I've thought about that a lot over the last year, actually. It's been convicting, frankly, to not follow up on that, and disappointing, that those stories haven't been so easy to see.

Well. Glory to God, I have one for you!

On a business trip today, I was touring a football stadium that is under construction. There's nothing quite like throwing on a hard hat and fluorescent vest in a suit and heels (closed-toed, of course).

I digress.

One of the gentlemen hosting us was, very likely, one of the kindest and well, most gentle men I've ever professionally encountered. As we walked under ladders and stepped over piles of hardware, he was attentive to the ladies in our group, and careful to guide us safely through a potentially dangerous area (speaking from personal experience, unfortunately).

That's civility, folks. But not the point of my story.

As we were leaving one level, a construction worker called to us, "Excuse me, sir!" (Mr. Gentleman stopped and turned.) "I just wanted to say thanks for saying hello to us, for speaking to us. Most men in ties don't do that. We appreciate your acknowledging the work we're doing here."

Mr. Gentleman responds, "Listen, you guys are doing the hard work. We know it, and just because we're in ties doesn't mean we're too good to say it."

Honestly. Could the civility be any more abounding?

There are great folks out there, who are attentive to others, and not just to the people who are dressed like them.

There are people who understand that acknowledging the work of others who aren't in your immediate circle, can make their day sometimes.

There are those who -- perhaps even unknowingly -- are practicing civility, somehow knowing that their words and actions impact others. For good.

Practice civility, friends. The world is better for it.

so tell me about yourself

2012-01-17T18:58:00.000-06:00

Uncreative question to start an interview, yes? I think so too. I don't use it.

Today -- all day -- I interviewed candidates for an open position in our company. Although I don't do it terribly often, it's a favorite work responsibility.

I love visiting with young people embarking on their career journey. When they are pried away from their electronics, they are curious and engaging. They are enthusiastic. They are a blank canvas.

In particular, the ones who come with intelligent questions (that did not come from a Google search for "questions to ask a potential employer") are particularly impressive. I wish there were more of them.

What is our company's growth strategy?

What do we enjoy most about our jobs?

How do we measure success?

When we answer those inquiries, I'm reminded that our growth "strategy" is rooted, quite simply, in relationships and integrity. When we do the right thing by our clients, the word travels, and new business finds us. That's a luxury not many companies can claim as a reality.

I'm reminded that the people we work with, and our desire to help each other succeed, are the things we most cherish.

I'm reminded that our success isn't all about a bottom line, or sales quotas. We value the intangibles over the tangibles.

It's not all a bed of roses, of course -- is any job? Even after a day like today, I am exhausted from being "on" for those interviews. The introvert in me is screaming, Enough already!

And over the coming days, I'm going to seriously hate the phone calls to the candidates who aren't chosen.

But in the end, it's a good place to be, uncovering some of those forgotten treasures that get buried under the rubble of our daily work routine.

What's the most memorable interview question you've been asked?

thankful thursday #60

2012-01-12T22:57:00.000-06:00

Earlier this week in New Orleans, I had the chance to see some friends and work buddies from my old internship days.

It's been a whole decade!

It's scary to be reminded of how quickly time passes. To wonder, "Good grief, have I done anything worthwhile in ten years?!"

On the other hand, it was comforting to see people who helped me get my adult feet on the ground. The same people who are helping my little bro get his start! To know the same smiles and bits of encouragement are planting seeds in his life, too.

I've had lots of folks like that along the way, who took a chance on me, who've been gentle mentors, and servant leaders to me.

I'm happy and thankful that this week, I was given that sweet reminder of how the Lord has been so faithful to provide all these years, allowing so much support and undeserved favor to cover me.

Have you been looking for little nuggets of appreciation this week, too? Go on, be grateful!

mark it off

2012-01-11T22:05:00.000-06:00

Recognize this field?

My team might be a long ways off from getting a chance to play on that kind of stage.

And I sure don't love either of the teams that played in this year's game.

But it was a no-brainer when I got the opportunity to mark that experience off my bucket list. And with one of my favorite people, to boot!

I owe a certain little brother. I owe him big.

thankful thursday #59

2012-01-05T22:08:00.000-06:00

One of my resolutions for 2012 is to practice more hospitality (and not job-related, by the way). Invite people over. Cook them a meal. Visit, just because.

I have great memories from my parents' home, sitting around the kitchen table for hours, laughing with friends and family. Telling stories. Being away from the television!

In addition to her gift of hospitality, one of the other bazillion things I love about my mom is one of her hostessing philosophies:

"I don't do the dishes while guests are here, because that's time I want to be spending with them, rather than slaving in the kitchen."

Isn't that so profound? I do love her for it.

Tonight I was happy to cook up a quick meal for these lovely ladies to kick off a new year of Bible study.

And although I tried to honor Mom's anti-clean-up rule, it was a matter of minutes before those lovely ladies had turned this ...

... into this ...

... and I was one happy hostess!

I hate to say it, but although I want to be like Mom, and tend more to people than dirty dishes, I am much happier when the clean-up is out of the way.

And I'll always be extra-thankful when my guests clean those dishes for me (although I begged them not to)!

Ahh. Cheers to a clean kitchen.

Clean kitchen or not, what're you appreciating today? Go on, be grateful!

three, two, one

2012-01-04T13:05:00.000-06:00

And then boom, it's 2012.

For the first time in what seems like a hundred years I did not stay up to ring in the new year. I was enjoying time with the fam, including the parents of an active little four-month-old, who were very sleepy.

We just called it a night so we could be ready for the early morning wake-up call. I felt a little bit regretful, but then that early morning wake-up call came, and I didn't regret it anymore.

And then I scampered over to Tampa for the debacle that was the Outback Bowl. It did not feel great to be a Bulldog, but you know, we tell ourselves it's always "great to be a Georgia Bulldog!"

Darn those childhood cheers.

I'm pretty bummed about going back to work (oh, the emails that await me), and my car is having a regularly scheduled "tune-up" which will likely cost me a fortune, but these circumstances will not steal my new year's joy!

Since I'm car-less, I'm going to putz around town with my dear friend Kels, who does have a car, and the day off.
I have a fun trip planned for next Monday and Tuesday with Emily.
I might start house-hunting soon! We'll see.
My new Christmas toys are begging to be used. Can't wait to whip up a smoothie in my new blender, and read a good book on my Kindle!

Cheers to 2012, friends! Embrace all things new!

2011

2011-12-31T16:27:00.001-06:00

In my evaluation, I'm currently tagging 2011 the "Year of Change." Although "change" can be scary and might have a negative connotation, I'd take the Year of Change over the Year of Brokenness any day.

Changes in 2011 included

Selling my house
A new choir director for Colla Voce
Baby Felton's arrival
New offices
A pastor's sudden passing, and another's retirement

I haven't processed what all the change means, in the big picture. I can only do so much year-end reflecting at a time.

And naturally, amidst the changes, there are highlights (and low-lights) to remember:

favorite book

Consumer Detox by Mark Powley

most bittersweet moment

Selling my little house

favorite new recipe

Chipotle Raspberry Black Bean Dip

favorite movies

The Help

Crazy Stupid Love

best new travel destination

Colca Canyon, Peru

priciest meal
Shrimp Cocktail and Filet at St. Elmo in Indianapolis

favorite chill trip
Charleston, South Carolina, with Emily and Molz

most painful-yet-rewarding trip

Providence, Rhode Island, for the 13.1

biggest stretch

Serving on a foreign mission trip

proudest craft moment

Sewing the interior for a camera bag

spent my birthday

Traveling on planes and buses in Peru

most hilarious moment

Wondering (deliriously) if the Delta blankets on our return flight from Peru were made from baby alpaca

most pleasant surprise

The joy of aunthood

silliest endeavor

Krispy Kreme Challenge in Raleigh, North Carolina

new techno gadget

A Kindle, from Mom and Dad for Christmas

most rabid organization project
Pantry overhaul

favorite new iPhone app

Sleep Cycle

I hope you look back on 2011 with fondness -- I sure do! -- and enjoy a very happy new year!

thankful thursday #58

2011-12-29T19:52:00.000-06:00

Last December, the Bible study gals and I embarked on a reading plan that would take us chronologically through the Bible in one year.

Admittedly, it was a challenge that, at times, I wasn't sure we would meet.

One year later, it's laughable to think that for a brief moment, we actually considered the ninety-day reading plan.

Ninety days!

While noble and ambitious, that idea was not practical.

Anyway, praise Jesus, it is finished. I'm so thankful today that we can celebrate the resolve that undoubtedly came from Him. (We certainly couldn't muster up that much resolve on our own.)

And more importantly, I'm grateful that when the ninety-day reading plan came up for discussion, the realist friend stepped up and reined in the nonsense.

We're more sane because of it.

What are you appreciating today, as the end of 2011 creeps in? Go on, be grateful!

thankful thursday #57

2011-12-22T12:08:00.000-06:00

A few weeks ago, we received the good ol' "Holiday Office Schedule" memo. In particular, our office would be open until noon on Friday, the 23rd of December.

(Boo for those of us whose families are not local. But, given that we have almost two weeks off, we try hard to keep complaints to ourselves.)

Earlier this week, I heard rumblings of folks "taking off" today and tomorrow. Interesting.

(Why publish office hours, you ask? I do not know.)

With that, I will very likely get a little head start on my trip home for the holidays (asking forgiveness, not permission), and I could not be more thankful!

I hope your down time this season starts a little earlier, or lasts a little longer, than you were expecting.

But even if it doesn't, what's giving you some extra pep in your step today? Go on, be grateful!

epic fail: zoolight safari

2011-12-18T21:06:00.000-06:00

If I was not fully embracing the Christmas season before, I certainly am now.

In the past seven days, celebrating has been in full force:

Bowling with the co-workers, followed by a friendly game of Dirty Santa
A field trip with friends to Andrew Peterson's Behold the Lamb of God concert
A final choir rehearsal
A dinner and gift exchange with my accountability group
A Christmas brunch at work
Another dinner and gift exchange with Lori
A musical celebration of Christmas at church
A weekend visit from my good friends the Burchfields, including ...
A night at the Zoolight Safari here in town.

All were so fun and festive until that last one.

While Kevin and Amy went out sans kids to celebrate their eighteenth wedding anniversary (cheers!), I took their three girls and my Little to the zoo here in town.

Brave, right?

Supposedly the Zoolight Safari is all the rage with the kids here in town, but I am here to tell you that for us, it was (sadly) a complete and total bust.

I was encouraged when we entered the packed out parking lot, and somehow managed to get the closest space to the entrance.

What a tease.

Unfortunately, that was the evening's highlight and things went south pretty quick after that.

People were everywhere, and lines were outrageous.
It was bitter cold outside.
Animal exhibits were closed.
Every special "attraction" required a separate, additional ticket.

We snapped this photo before we realized what a drag it would be. They were still mostly smiling at this point.

Between the extra tickets and the lines, it drove the ten-year old to conclude:

"I hate to say it, but this zoo is boring." (No, that is not a paraphrase.)

Then the three-year old said, "I have to go potty."

So with that shot to the ego and after a mad dash to the nasty restrooms, we returned to our rock star parking space, strapped everyone in, and left the Zoolight Safari to the rest of the poor deceived people who thought that was a good use of time.

At home we made bagel pizzas that were slightly redemptive, but the zoo experience was such an epic fail, it will take my pride some time to fully recover.

Oh well. It's good to have a little Griswold family luck to make Christmas extra special.

thankful thursday #56

2011-12-15T23:58:00.052-06:00

"A friend is one who knows you and loves you just the same."
-- Elbert Hubbard, American writer

Thankful tonight for these lovely ladies!

Their tender hearts.

Their boldness in truth.

Their compassion and forgiveness.

Their undying loyalty.

Their sound wisdom.

And for those spontaneous bursts of happy that join us around the kitchen table!

What're you appreciating (late) tonight? Go on, be grateful!

sing we now of christmas, the 2011 edition

2011-12-09T06:28:00.011-06:00

Exactly one year ago, I posted my all-time Christmas Music Superlatives.

A few of you tipped me off on some of your faves, and those were fun to go and check out!

This year, there is not a comprehensive album I'm prepared to recommend, or slide in above the current placeholders in my list. (Although, the two favorites from 2010 might soon earn a permanent spot in that list.)

But! There are so many great songs I've stumbled on this year! Although they are not necessarily new, most of them are originals. They bring a little spice to the endless arrangements of "Little Drummer Boy" and "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree" (two of my least favorites, by the way).

And so I present to you the official listing of my 2011 Christmas Superlatives. One day I will remember them as ...

the christmas songs that iTunes wore out in 2011

"You Came Down" – Jill Phillips and Andy Gullahorn
"Adorn" – Alli Rogers
"You're Here" – Francesca Battistelli
"Mary's Prayer" – Allen Levi, Bebo Norman & Ed Cash
"Christ is Come" – Big Daddy Weave
"It's True" – Sara Groves
"Sweet Little Jesus Boy" – Natalie Grant
"Peace" – Norah Jones
"Winter Snow" – Chris Tomlin with Audrey Assad (can not ever get enough of this one!)

And I expect each of you to leave your favorites too, old or new. Ready, go.

thankful thursday #55

2011-12-08T12:37:00.000-06:00

On August 21st, I walked out of the hospital room where my one-day-old nephew slept in heavenly peace, all swaddled up nice and tight.

I've been waiting ever since then to squeeze him again!

Here we are, three and a half months later, and very early tomorrow morning, I will flash a smile and this at the TSA officer ...

... and happily hop on a plane. Here's hoping all flights are on time (ahem, US Airways).

It would be easy to be bitter about our circumstances. We live so far away from each other, and honestly, flying is hardly a bed of roses. It's exhausting. And airports house some of the crankiest, most inconsiderate people in America.

You know what else flies? Human civility ... right out the window.

But on this Thursday, I couldn't be more thankful for the opportunity to fly! Although flights can be priced reasonably these days, it is not lost on me that everyone doesn't have the ability, or the income to do so.

Tomorrow, when that person from three rows back thinks he gets to deplane before me, I'll dig deep and remember I'm blessed to have the opportunity that I do, to see my far-away family.

What're you appreciating this week? Go on, be grateful!

fill in the blank

2011-12-07T22:14:00.010-06:00

I'm so excited to be done with traveling, but now that my schedule is quietly opening up, I barely know what to do with myself.

My four-month adrenaline rush is over. I'm flat. Crashin' and burnin'.

Not channeling much creativity these days, this fill-in-the-blank list gave me a little nudge to start typing:

1. I have never been to ... a World Series game, a Superbowl, a College Football National Championship game, or the U.S. Open. Those are all on my bucket list. I've also never been to a NASCAR race, and that is not on my bucket list.

2. When it comes to working out ... I'm super moody and fight the extremes (i.e. the I run three to five miles every day phase, versus the I don't feel like it, so I won't do anything phase). Exercising is a necessary evil, but I do it because well, loving food comes at a cost.

3. A woman should always ... have a red lipstick on hand for special occasions, expect chivalry, send hand-written thank you notes, be savvy like a serpent but gentle like a dove, and know she was made beautiful by a master Creator.

4. I hate to admit it, but sometimes I ... am judgmental. I can't tell you how many times I think (or say aloud -- I'm not ashamed), Back it up, Robyn. You don't know her story. You don't know what he's dealing with. And you're certainly no better than her. Oh, that I might one day see people first the way Jesus does.

5. At the end of the day, the best feeling is ... pulling on my pajama pants, brushing my teeth and climbing into a bed with cold, crisp sheets.

6. I can't get enough ... of this face!

My stars in heaven, when I travel to see this child in two days, I might never come back.

festive eats with christmas flare

2011-12-06T22:10:00.004-06:00

Y'all know of my love for The Sing-Off.

Last week was the competition finale (go Pentatonix!), and this week the "Holiday Special" aired.

(No "Christmas" at NBC, you know.)

Fortunately I have a few friends who share my love of The Sing-Off, too, and we gathered together to watch the holiday extravaganza.

And no one gathers at my place without munchies!

I confess to plating up some storebought pigs-in-blankets (thank you, Sister Schubert), and some tasty Caramel Cake Bites and Chocolate Mousse Bombs from Iz Cafe.

But, I did go homemade for these two festive, ~~holiday~~ Christmas recipes I love to prepare.

Pineapple Cheese Ball

My mom used to make this around the holidays, although I think this particular recipe might be a slight variation. Either way, it is good eats!

2 packages cream cheese, softened
1 8-oz. can crushed pineapple, drained
1/4 c. diced bell pepper (green, red, or both if you're feeling extra colorful)
1 green onion, finely chopped
1-2 c. pecans, chopped
Salt to taste
Assorted crackers

Combine cream cheese, pineapple, peppers, and onion. (I broke down and used an electric beater, but not really necessary.) Add 1 c. of the pecans, and the salt. Chill in the fridge until the cheese is firmed up, and then form the mixture into a ball. If you'd like you can roll it in more chopped pecans. I suppose that might make it prettier, but I passed on that step. Put it on your loveliest Christmas platter, and serve it up!

Sausage Stars

Back when I was just starting out on my own, a dear friend shared this recipe with me. Every time I make it, I think of her and our friendship. I love how food is such a connector of people!

1 lb. ground sausage (hot if you'd like), browned and drained
1 green or red pepper, finely chopped (again, I use both for flare)
1 1/2 c. shredded sharp cheddar cheese
1 1/2 c. shredded Monterey jack cheese
1/2 - 1 c. Ranch dressing
1 package won ton wrappers

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place won ton wrappers in a muffin tin, and bake for about 5-7 minutes. I bake around two dozen. Let them cool on a wire rack, so they crisp up.
Mix cooked sausage, peppers, and cheese together. I like to use my hands for this part, just because it's more fun that way.
Add Ranch dressing, starting with about 1/2 a cup. Stir it up, and add additional dressing as needed, until everything is sticking together, but isn't drowning in the Ranch. Balance, people.
Scoop the sausage mixture into the cups (don't sress about amounts; I just wing it), and bake for about 10-15 minutes, until the cheese is melted and bubbly. Watch the tips of the cups, too. Burned won ton cups is a deal breaker.

If you're making this ahead of time, tackle steps 1-3 the day before. Store those little cups in a big Zip-loc bag, and wrap up your sausage mixture to keep in the fridge. You can assemble and bake them the next day when you're ready to eat.

indy or bust

2011-12-05T21:53:00.000-06:00

On college football's Championship Weekend, our company partners with a couple of different conferences, so our team is split to cover all events.

This was our first year to work for the Big Ten Conference, for their inaugural championship game hosted by the great city of Indianapolis.

I am so fortunate to work with friends, and I was pumped to work with these lovely gals on this job.

Aren't they beauts? No mean girls here. No drama. Just lots of laughing to get us through the hard work.

And hard work we did! We were proud of our event, and we were equally excited to have it behind us (somewhat literally in this picture!).

We did have time for a dinner date with Santa one night.

(Does he look a little bit tired?)

And we managed to enjoy a delicious dinner at the infamous St. Elmo Steak House.

(Although, it was enjoyed at almost midnight after an 18-hour work day, yowzaa.)

That was a fine, fine filet, and yes, we all experienced the shrimp cocktail in full force.

Just about any hard work is worth it after you ring up a $1200 dinner, yes?

Indianapolis, you were good to us. We hope to see you again next year.

thankful thursday #54

2011-12-01T21:48:00.000-06:00

I've never been to Indianapolis before, but I'm digging it so far.

Clean downtown. Hotels convenient to shopping and good eats. Friendly folks.

Everything seems to be shaping up well for a successful event on Saturday, and I'm working up here with some of my favorite people in the world.

But it's chilly up here!

For the past three years, I've worked events in Kansas City and Dallas during this Championship Weekend. Outdoors. Never been so cold in my life than on some of those days.

But glory to God, although I'm the farthest north I've been for this particular work weekend, our event is indoors.

And better, our hotel has a skywalk connecting us to just about every place we have to be this week, so going outside is practically optional.

I enjoy fresh air, but spending upwards of ten hours outdoors in the thirty degree weather makes that air go from fresh to frigid, faster than I can reapply my Chapstick.

So happy to be working this indoor event! And come Sunday, my work travel for this season will be officially over.

I have much to be thankful for this week. What about you? Go on, be grateful!

advent

2011-11-27T19:57:00.000-06:00

The tree is trimmed.

Mr. Nutcracker is on duty.

The table is set.

The nativity is unpacked.

Advent is here.

And we wait.

Come, thou long expected Jesus!

thankful thursday #53

2011-11-24T20:29:00.000-06:00

Happy Thanksgiving!

I'm so thankful today to have been home relaxing today with half our family ...

... while the other half were taken in by friends way down in south Florida, where there are definitely no other Feltons to be seen.

I'm so glad they were, because it was important that Little Man had a happy first Thanksgiving. I think he did! He got squeaky clean to make a great impression at the hosts' house ...

... and had a leisurely morning to get his mind right.

So even though we weren't together this year, we will look forward to when we can be!

And until then, we will be thankful for Skype, and for the iPhones. Seriously, thank you, Jesus, for letting us share our lives with each other from hundreds of miles away.

This is just not a face I can be without.

I hope you had as many of your family and friends together as you could muster, and returned appropriate thanks to the One from whom all blessings flow.

What had you extra thankful today? Go on, be grateful!

revisiting samford

2011-11-21T22:42:00.007-06:00

If ever I was to describe myself, "nostalgic" would land somewhere in my list of Top Five adjectives. While I don't desire a real return to any one time or place, I do enjoy reminiscing, and savoring the seasons past.

Twice in the past couple of weeks, although highly uncharacteristic, I've found myself back on the campus of my alma mater for various events. It's good to revisit a place where the memories are kind to my wistful heart.

I had coffee in the student union this morning, just across the aisle from the same tables where my friends and I would sit back in the day, talking and laughing for hours and hours into the night. Although I'd only known those people for a few months, or maybe a year, it was like I'd known them for an eternity. That crazy, unexplainable connection is learned only in experience, and I'm grateful I learned it sitting in those tables, with those friends.

The mail room hasn't changed, and my old P.O. box is still numbered by the same label, yellowed and stained by the passing of a decade. That's where I learned that a hand-written note can make a person feel like a million bucks, and how a care package from Mom always, always made me miss home.

Vail Hall, the freshman girls' dorm, still looks big. My room was in the corner of the east wing, on the ground level. According to Dad, its crowning glory was its easy access to the parking lot from where we were unloading the van on Freshman Move-in Day. He will tell you that moving his only daughter was never physically easier than it was that day.

I noted this morning that the blinds in my old space were bent or cracked in places, but I remember feeling so lucky to have those two windows in "The Corner Pocket," as we were known by our closest friends. I wonder if I'd feel so lucky today, sharing a 15 x 15 room with a stranger.

University campuses have always held for me a curious intrigue. When I was growing up in Athens, Georgia, the University's campus was where friends reunited, and gathered for a common cause (beating the football opponent usually, but a shared goal nonetheless).

It held traditions and history and stately architecture.

As it turns out, I still am fasincated by campuses today. Maybe it stems from my childhood memories of making mud pies under the bleachers at Foley Field, or visiting the Baptist Student Union with my parents and their friends on Homecoming weekend.

Or maybe it's just because my college experience happens to be a treasure I cherish.

But probably, it's because universities represent such a significant rite of passage for young people.

Universities are the alchemists who mix the naive with the rebellious; the confident with the struggling; the creative with the athletic; the leaders with the followers.

They give them all opportunities, challenges, and guidance, and provide a safe environment to make choices for themselves.

And ultimately, they tell the stories of thousands of people who, if they took seriously the privilege of being there, left their campus a little bit more well-rounded; a little bit wiser; and a little bit more grown up.

thankful thursday #52

2011-11-17T23:15:00.000-06:00

... for one year of Thankful Thursdays!

I'm giggling at the "thirty days of thankful status updates" (or whatever it's called) on my Facebook newsfeed, spanning the days leading up to Thanksgiving.

Those are good.

I have two friends who've adopted a similar weekly habit of practicing appreciation.

It's been fun to see it catch on, even if just a little!

I admit it's not always easy to be thankful in the days when nothing new or fun seems to be happening ... when "mundane" and "routine" are the words of the week ... when we're feeling especially ordinary.

But keep on being thankful, y'all. When you go searching, digging, working hard to sow those little seeds of gratitude, over time they'll take root and grow up to bear beautiful fruits of graciousness and goodness.

And I should know! I'm so thankful today for one year ... fifty-two weeks! ... of watching gratitude take root.

When you look back over the past year, what's got you feeling humble and happy? Go on, be grateful!

the office

2011-11-16T17:30:00.004-06:00

We are moved and slowly settling into our new office digs. (The boxes accumulating in the supply room give me hives when I pass by, but we can't all be organized so quickly.)

As previously mentioned, we are in our own building now, and no longer renting, which is freeing in many ways.

On the other hand, while Bossman is no Michael Scott, praise God ...

...he is taking this new role as building owner quite seriously.

Rules of the Office, established to date:

"Everyone should use a desk pad, so we don't scratch our desks when we write."
"Do not touch the light switches. I spent a lot of money on these automated motion sensors that will turn on and off automatically."
"No hanging pictures on the wall. We will eventually (read: "don't hold your breath"), but our designer is the decorating guru, and she will approve all wall hangings."
"No cooking anything in this microwave that has a stench. No popcorn, nothing like that."
"Keep the breakroom door closed. I don't want people seeing our mess."

The truth is, it's his building, and he can make whatever rules he wants to.

But seriously, can't I hang at least my diploma?!

Are you subject to crazy office rules? Let me hear them, and make me feel better.

thankful thursday #51

2011-11-10T18:52:00.002-06:00

A couple of days ago, I bemoaned the beginnings of Christmas music in October.

Today, though, I have to confess my one Advent tradition that happens earlier than it really should: my Christmas cards.

I love to dream up a card that will make a statement. Deliver a message that means something to me, and maybe to someone else, too.

And think of the cards that flood your mailbox ... so many fun ones! Family photos, fancy ribbons, and lovely calligraphy.

It's tough to make one stand out, because let's be honest, I can't compete with cute baby pictures. I just can't! But I like the challenge!

It's not uncommon for me to begin the brainstorming process in August (I know!). And at the same time, it's also very normal for the perfect idea to strike me weeks and weeks after that.

But when the cards are printed, and the envelopes are addressed, I just love dropping those bundles of Christmas cheer into the mailbox (and pray I'm not failed by the United States Postal Service).

Yesterday my cards for this year were delivered to my door, for which I'm so thankful (let the addressing commence!), but better yet, no typos. What a relief, and a reason for gratitude!

Do you have favorite holilday greetings? I hope you'll be extra-thankful for them this year. Go on, be grateful!

favorite things: the fall edition

2011-11-07T18:05:00.002-06:00

Fall is, hands down, my favorite season. So much to love this time of year!

On Halloween, one of our local radio stations snatched up my beloved fall, wadded it up, and threw it in a garbage can when it started playing Christmas music.

So, so sad.

Autumn needs some loving, and it shouldn't be rushed, so here are my favorite things that're making this fall especially fantastic:

gel nail polish
For at least nine months out of the year, I am a completely non-manicured soul. And I feel good about that. But I do love a dark nail color, just for some fall spunk.

Well, let me tell you, that fun spunk is smudged the second I leave the nail salon. Never fails!

The solution? Not gel nails. Gel polish. Have you gals done this yet? Chip-free polish that seriously lasts for two weeks. And more importantly, it can't be smudged at all.

I confess I was persuaded by one of the nail salon ladies without a full understanding of how it works. But it's so worth the extra ten bucks!

And better yet, OPI has a select number of their colors in the gel version (including my favorite, from last fall). Treat yourself sometime, but be ready to have a professional remove that stuff at the end of its run!

the new keurig

Last Christmas, our boss purchased one of these single-cup coffee brewers as a gift for the office. I'm no coffee drinker, but hot tea? Hot chocolate? Yes, please!

As we were plodding through the September heat here in Alabama, I purchased one for myself, as a sort of fall's-a-comin' happy. And now that fall is here, I enjoy a cup of English breakfast tea, or green tea, a couple of times a week. It is so fun!

So as to not seem too selfish, though, I'm excited to offer guests a coffee of their choice. It's all about practicing hospitality.

these ankle boots

You know me and the fatted calves. These fun Lucky Brand boots (don't even think I paid close to that retail price, by the way) represent what I've come to embrace as my reality: knee-high boots just don't work. And I'm loving them so!

They're great with jeans or work pants, and they sport this solid wedge that's pretty comfy, too. They do make me super tall, but I can think of worse outcomes of a fashion choice.

these scents
This one is a little embarrassing, but oh well.

Does anyone else feel that Bath & Body Works screams 1990s? I feel very uncool saying, "Has anyone tried out this new wallflower scent by Bath & Body Works?!"

But maybe that's just me. Anyway, this is me being transparent:

My name is Robyn, and this fall, I'm loving two scents from Bath & Body Works: Autumn and Leaves. They really do make my whole place smell like fall.

Check them out. They'll make your hot tea taste better.

What's your favorite thing for this fall? Do share, and celebrate this lovely season!

thankful thursday #50

2011-11-03T17:26:00.001-05:00

Change can be hard, but I sure do enjoy a healthy change of scenery every now and again.

Today was the last Thursday in our office, because we're moving on out to some new digs on Monday!

It took us a good while to nail down the move date, so I've been packing up over the past three weeks, a little bit at a time, and I can't wait to get these boxes moved up the street to our new place!

We're leaving behind the life of leasing, and heading to a building all our own, so I'm super thankful that we'll never have to share a break room or restrooms with any other office again. (There are some not-so-tidy folks in our neck of the woods right now!)

I'm grateful for the parking spaces that will always be available.

And for the window I managed to retain (that wasn't always a guarantee, so whew)!

Lots to look forward to, once we get ourselves settled in and cozy ... in probably six months, yish!

What're you appreciating today? Go on, be grateful!

eleven

2011-11-01T20:24:00.000-05:00

A couple of weeks ago, the Little celebrated her eleventh birthday. She's had quite a ride since we were matched just after she turned seven!

Although I'm always traveling on October weekends, we try to celebrate together as close to her big day as we can.

This year, I had no fun craft planned; no recipe to make. In fact, I had no plan at all!

But we had a fun afternoon, just being spontaneous.

We went to a park. We chatted in the grass ...

We walked the trails, and stopped to smell the flowers.

We stopped for some old-fashioned refreshment.

We had our nails done, and then popped in for a quick Sno Biz (quick, that is, only after we muddled our way through the most disorganized menu ever of about 452 flavors).

After that, we went to Walgreens and sat at the photo kiosk, editing her photos from the park. She's shy and wasn't totally comfortable seeing herself as the subject of all the pictures, but she loved making them "old-timey" (that would be "sepia," and we had a teaching moment about that).

We bought a few prints, some for her photo album, some for mine, and a couple for her mama.

She held off opening her present until the very end of our day. She is sweet in that way, never wanting to seem greedy, or assume that she deserves a gift. She's my little Lady Bug, so she got ...

... a pillow pet, which she collects.

And so, that's how we celebrated the big 1-1. Here's to many more, Little!

thankful thursday #49

2011-10-27T23:31:00.000-05:00

It's so late here! This Thursday has just slipped right on by me!

I had my blog post for today all ready to go, and then circumstances changed. What I thought I'd be thankful for today is now on hold for at least another week. So stay tuned for that. Boo.

In other news, one of my dear office friends thought it would be fun for some of us at work to do something fun together after hours. We have a lot of fun in the office, so why not take it out, yes?

Yes, super idea.

"Let's go to the haunted house!" she suggested.

No, not a super idea.

Y'all, ever since walking through the haunted wing at Oconee County Elementary School's Halloween Carnival circa 1985 (obviously this preceeded the politically correct "Fall Festivals"), I've been terrified of haunted houses.

And I was pretty sure the adult version would be a gazillion times worse than what I remembered.

It was.

I was a team player and went, and we're all laughing and telling funny stories about it now, but when I tell you I was miserable for every second of those fifty minutes, I am not exaggerating.

Call me crazy, but I am creeped out by strange people in ridiculous costumes breathing on my neck and growling my name.

It was awful.

I dreaded that night from the day it was planned for two solid weeks. So you will not be surprised that today, I'm so thankful that it's over, and I lived to tell about it.

What's your scariest haunted house experience? Are you thankful when they're over?

Go on, be grateful!

pumpkin muffins

2011-10-23T15:07:00.014-05:00

I love a dense muffin. The chocolate chip muffins at City Bagel Café are to-die-for -- not oily, not super fluffy, and well, dense. I've never grasped how to get that consistency, but I've not actively pursued the perfect dense muffin recipe, either.

Well. I heard someone this weekend discussing this recipe. Actually, it's so easy, "recipe" might even be a strong word. I only tried it because I didn't believe it could possibly be edible.

Pumpkin Muffins

1 box of yellow cake mix (I used a Pillsbury one, with pudding in the mix)
1 small can of pumpkin (not pumpkin pie mix, but pure pumpkin)

Preheat your oven to 350 degrees. Using an elextric mixer, combine the cake mix and the pumpkin (do not add eggs, do not add oil, do not collect $200 and do not pass go). Pop some cupcake wrappers into a muffin tin, and grease them up with cooking spray. Spoon the batter evenly into a dozen wrappers. Bake for 20-23 minutes, or (to be like all other baking recipes), "until a toothpick inserted comes out clean."

These are so quick, so easy, so cheap, kind-of healthy (muffin health is relative, people), and an intriguing conversation piece. And they're deliciously dense.

Don't be a doubter; give them a go. You know you want to!

french cuisine and the teacher's pet

2011-10-22T21:37:00.000-05:00

Lori, my foodie friend, is well known for her excellence in gift-giving.

For my birthday this year, she bought two spots for us in a Saturday morning cooking class at Cafe de Paris, a Birmingham restaurant that features French cuisine. (When I tell you her gifting is legit, I do not lie!)

She and I arrived this morning to fresh-baked croissants, hot bacon, orange juice and coffee, and an eclectic bunch of classmates.

In particular, when I overheard one of them speaking in French to the chef, I immediately identified her as the teacher's pet and decided to keep her at a safe distance.

After a leisurely brunch, Chef Serge showed us to our preparation table, and I suited up with a spunky red apron and my game face.

Chef Serge was a delight, encouraging us in his heavy French accent to talk to our food, and preaching that anyone can make magic in the kitchen. I loved the way his passion for food sort of bubbled out of him so effortlessly.

His big life truth came through a wine tasting, which I found a little bit humorous. He explained that while we were all tasting the same wine, we'd each experience something different, because after all, we are each unique, and made with different palates.

Palates aside, I was just thankful in that moment to be quite different from Teacher's Pet. Upon our first chopping exercise, she was quick to share that she had been a sous chef in Chapel Hill some thirty years ago.

That might have been interesting, except her head was close to exploding, her ego was so out of control.

We pressed on, though, and Chef Serge guided us through recipes for a tomato and zucchini quiche, and an almond pear tart, both of which involved from-scratch dough, which never really goes well with me in the kitchen.

That could have been cause for serious trepidation, but in the end Lori and I were pleased with our crust, and with the finished products.

Speaking of crusts, I overheard Teacher's Pet commenting that someone's crust was "overworked" and "not flaky, like it's made here in the South." I felt sorry for Chef Serge then, since she apparently is a regular at his restaurant.

Later when she pressed him, asking multiple times if he was sure the pear tart recipe didn't call for butter, I wanted to punch her in the face.

On a brighter note, one of my favorite things about today was that we didn't have to clean up our delicious mess that we left behind.

Although Teacher's Pet was a grace-stretcher, she absolutely did not steal my joy. I indulged in every bite of every last comforting carbohydrate.

It was a happy way to start my day off, and I plan to go back and visit Chef Serge and his sous chef.

The real sous chef, that is. Not Teacher's Pet.

thankful thursday #48

2011-10-20T22:45:00.000-05:00

October 21st of this year has been circled on my calendar since May (and not because Harold Camping's predicted May rapture was revised to October 21st).

In May, I knew what my fall travel schedule would be, and October 21-23 would be my first weekend off since the start of the college football season.

And oh, October 21, I thought you'd never get here!

Praise Jesus, tomorrow begins a mini-vacay for me, and I am super-thankful for it.

I've got a few fun things up my sleeve that may or may not be recapped here in a few days.

But either way, I'm just so excited about my days off tomorrow and Saturday I can barely contain myself!

What's giving you a little pep in your step today? Go on, be grateful!

operation pantry overhaul

2011-10-14T21:31:00.000-05:00

I woke up this morning with this crazy urge to organize my pantry.

Random, yes?

I went nuts.

It started here ...

Not terrible, but not great.

I remember when I was very young, and my grandmother Frosty decided she and I were going to organize my closet. The first thing we did was empty the space, down to the very last hanger.

I remember thinking, "Is that really necessary? Seems excessive."

Of course now, I know there is no other way! To skip this step ...

... would be taking an organizing short cut, and that's no good.

I threw out an embarrassing amount of food, and inventoried and categorized the items that were keepers.

I left everying strewn across kitchen counters and was entirely too excited to head to Bed, Bath and Beyond (am I the only one who feels led to add a comma in that store's name?) to explore its selection of containers, baskets, trays, and shelves.

For a second there, I considered a career change to professional organizing, but then I remembered that my pantry and closet hardly compare to the average American hoarder.

So I scooted through the aisles, picked up a slew of organizing happies (these being the most exciting), and returned to the mission.

And when all was said and done ...

... I was pleased, and my pantry thanked me.

It's a good day.

thankful thursday #47

2011-10-13T23:23:00.001-05:00

Tonight I hosted my Bible study gals for the first time since I got the fall itch, so it was time to whip up some comfort foods in honor of my favorite season.

Although rare to attempt in one day, and particularly for unsuspecting guests, I experimented with two new recipes. And as I like to offer balance, that always means one savory and one sweet.

The savory is not yet ready to be published. It needs some tweaking (Read: Needs more cheese and butter) before it's worthy to be shared. But I'll keep working on that, and you stay tuned.

All you need to know for now is Cheesy Garlic Bread Goodness.

On the other hand, the sweet recipe of the night made the cut. Short of buying prepared caramel dip in the store for your fall apples, this is the easiest apple dip you'll ever make:

Cinnamon Apple Dip

1 pkg. cream cheese (as always, I go with the whipped for easy mixing)
1/2 c. packed brown sugar (I used light, but I imagine dark is fine too)
1-2 tsp. cinnamon (however much tickles your taste buds)
1 tsp. vanilla extract
Favorite apple slices (I'm a Granny Smith girl, all the way)

Mix together the cream cheese and brown sugar until well blended. Add cinnamon and vanilla, and serve with apples. (Side note: I made this ahead of time and popped it in the fridge overnight. Best to take the chill off before serving, so it's super dippable. No one likes a stiff dip.)

It's like eating cinnamon apples, but cream cheese and brown sugar really take it to the next level of glory.

And since that one was so darn easy, here's another apple one, just for kicks and giggles:

Fake Caramel Dipped Apples

Apple slices (again, go Granny!)
Prepared caramel dip (from the produce section usually, near the apples, go figure)
Crushed up peanuts

Chop up those apples into bite-sized pieces and put them in your favorite cereal bowl. Drizzle them with caramel and sprinkle the peanuts on top. It tastes just like those caramel and nut dipped apples on a stick, but waaay easier to eat. Thank you, Nikol, for changing my world.

Gosh, I love fall! Thankful for those oh-so-bearable temperatures outside. Hot tea. Danskos. Apples.

What're the fall lovelies that make you happy? Go on, be grateful!

the colla voce smack-down

2011-10-11T20:17:00.000-05:00

I've mentioned before of my participation in Colla Voce, also known as, the choir that far exceeds my talent level. It's a beautiful picture of personal humility.

We are in the throes of our fall season rehearsals, and we are under the direction of a new conductor.

In the transition from old director to new, it did not take long to realize that the two directors' styles are vastly different from each other, and I could only hope that his different pace -- this new process -- would culminate in a concert worthy of our congregation's time.

At some point along the way, I subconsciously decided to trust our leader. To trust his knowledge. To trust his method. To trust his timing.

To let go of even the slightest idea that the old way -- the familiar way -- was better.

And then I got the big, red-letter spiritual smack-down: I'm like this all the time under the Lord's leadership.

Just today, I read this little nugget from a devotional called Jesus Calling, by Sarah Young:

Trust me enough to let things happen without striving to predict or control them. Relax, and refresh yourself in the light of my everlasting love. My love-light never dims, yet you are often unaware of my radiant presence.

When you project yourself into the future, rehearsing what you will do or say, you are seeking to be self-sufficient: to be adequate without my help. This is a subtle sin -- so common that it usually slips by unnoticed.

I (obviously) could not have said it better myself.

thankful thursday #46

2011-10-06T22:12:00.000-05:00

On Tuesday, Lori and I had the rare chance to enjoy a spontaneous lunch together at Urban Standard, a young, hip restaurant here in town.

They have a pretty fabulous menu, so the entrees alone were delightful.

Perhaps more noteworthy, though, was the dessert counter. Although it was my first time there, I could tell right away that those desserts were no joke.

I rarely buy desserts, now. I'd rather have an ooey-gooey cheesy bite of anything over a sweet any day of the week.

But these?

Yes ma'am, that is cookie dough atop a fudgy bite of brownie goodness.

Whoah, Nelly.

I nursed mine for two days. I was sad to polish it off yesterday.

At some point, I want to try to make them. Lori (another reason she's a dear one) immediately located this recipe that I think will be the go-to when the time is right.

I can't yet, because it's just too soon. I haven't had time to totally emerge from the sugar-induced coma.

But in the meantime, I'm thankful for foodie friends like Lori; venturing into fun restaurants for the first time; and for Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Brownies.

That made for one mighty satisfying day.

What's satisfying you and keeping you thankful this week? Go on, be grateful!

third annual dansko expedition

2011-10-04T21:37:00.000-05:00

Last year Nikol and I admitted that we had a slightly unhealthy obsession with Dansko clogs, and ultimately just owned it.

We declared the annual purchase of a new pair an official friendship tradition, and today was the day!

Really, I was prepared to leave the store empty-handed, because I need another pair of clogs like I need a hole in the head.

But when I tried talking myself out of a purchase out loud, Nikol was a good friend and justified, "But it's tradition."

She is a good friend. This pair just was not meant to be left lonely on the shelf.

These are ultra-basic, but are classic, a little bit distressed, and oh-so-comfy. They deserve some worn jeans and a cozy sweater.

Couldn't pass 'em up.

Nor a good tradition!

meeting nathan

2011-10-01T22:05:00.000-05:00

I asked him what his name was.

“Nathan. And my dad’s is ‘Daddy.’”

He was five-ish. His ball cap swallowed his little head, and he gripped his dad’s hand while we weaved through the mobs of people and walked together from Gate 19 to Gate 26.

On the walk to the other side of the stadium, I learned that they lived a couple of hours away. They didn’t have season tickets, but they’d managed to get two tickets in the general seating section to today's non-conference game.

It was Nathan’s first ever game at his dad’s alma mater, and he didn’t know where we were going, or why I was escorting them around the entire stadium. He was just happy to be there.

“Well I'm Robyn, and I'm just so happy y'all are here today. When we get there, help yourselves to the buffets; the ice cream; the popcorn and candy; and all the drinks you’d like. You can come inside when you get cold, or want to watch some other games on TV for a bit.”

Nathan’s dad looked at me with eyes that said, “Are you serious? What did we do to deserve this?” Nathan only perked up at the mention of ice cream.

I accompanied them through Gate 26, ensured their tickets were scanned and their wristbands were secured, and the elevator waited for us as if we were royalty.

We exited onto the fourth floor where I greeted our usher. “Hi, Mike. This is Robert and Nathan. It’s their first time here, and I was hoping you could show them around the East Club.”

Mike is one of the friendliest ambassadors of his university you’ll ever meet. He gave Nathan a hand-shake, and told him they were serving banana splits today, just for him.

I wished Robert and Nathan a great day, and went about my work.

Fifteen minutes earlier, I had been given two premium seating tickets and was told that the anonymous donor wanted them to be given only to a father and his son.

I scanned the sea of fans streaming into the stadium, and I looked for what I envisioned to be the perfect father-son pair. I picked Robert and Nathan out of the crowd and called out, “Excuse me, sir? Are y’all here today with anyone?”

“No, just me and him,” Robert answered.

And that’s how I met Nathan and his dad, and that’s how a wealthy man blessed two strangers today.

Just over a year ago, I wrote a short post after a particularly discouraging game day. It was literally titled, “Why I Hate My Job.” I didn’t publish it, of course, because nothing good was going to come from that.

But today, I secretly watched Nathan and his dad from afar, sitting on the front row of the East Club, on the fifty yard line. Enjoying ice cream by the big screen video board. Sharing a box of popcorn. Taking pictures together in their special seats.

Receiving an unexpected blessing.

Y’all, that made my entire football season. There really are good, generous people out there who aren't greedy for glory.

People who, unbeknownst to them, invite little ol' hospitality professionals like me to play a part in making someone's day extra special.

Today, I love my job.

thankful thursday #45

2011-09-29T22:12:00.000-05:00

Today my car was (over)due for some routine maintenance.

To be precise, my odometer read 97,000 miles and some change, and it was in for its 90,000 mile check-up.

Oops. Life just got busy.

Anyway, I knew I was going to be spending a nice little chunk of change for that, and although I didn't want to, I was appreciating that my car is solid, gives me no trouble, and so on.

You know, exercising gratitude.

And then I got the call where they've discovered that the front brake pads need replacing pronto, and that the serpentine belt, while not super-urgent, will need to be replaced at my next servicing.

(I can't wait.)

All the sudden, my nice little chunk of change had grown to a slightly larger chunk of change, and let's just be honest, I'm having to dig deep for some thankfulness.

Gotta just be thankful that my brakes are functioning like they should; that I can afford routine maintenance in hopes of avoiding unexpected repairs; that I can drive myself to the football game of the week this weekend with a renewed peace of mind.

Darn you, Thankful Thursdays. You challenge me so.

Your turn. Be challenged, and be grateful!

good grief

2011-09-28T20:55:00.092-05:00

My gals and I are closing in on the end of the Old Testament. Can. Not. Believe it.

I thought Leviticus would kill us, but as it turns out, the major prophets have been really hard for me!

I've been happy to meet the minor prophets. Happy to move away from the "Israel, you continue to disappoint Me" theme, and eagerly toward the "but don't worry, I'm keeping my promise to restore you" theme.

Glory to God.

In particular, Ezra has been such a sweet character study for me. Here's why:

the set-up
After seventy years of captivity in Babylon, a remnant of Israelites is released by King Cyrus to return to Jerusalem and rebuild the temple.

Despite all sorts of opposition, they persist and complete its reconstruction. A long-awaited celebration ensues!

ezra's mission
Sixty years later, Ezra is sent to Jerusalem, and commissioned to evaluate the people's spiritual state; to appoint godly leadership; and to establish a judicial system to punish the disobedient.

In short, he is working to ensure that God's people are living in alignment with His law.

the sober welcome
When he arrives in Jerusalem, Ezra is greeted with some heartbreaking news:

The people of Israel, including their leaders, had married Canaanite wives, a direct sin against God's command (Deuteronomy 7:1-6).

Go ahead. Shake your head in disbelief. I did, too.

ezra's grief & confession
Upon hearing this, Ezra is painfully grieved. He tears his garments, plucks out his hair and beard (this is serious, folks!), and literally collapses to the ground in devastation.

"At the evening offering, I got up from my humiliation, with my tunic and robe torn. Then I fell on my knees and spread out my hands to the LORD my God. And I said: My God, I am ashamed and embarrassed to lift my face toward You, my God, because our iniquities are higher than our heads and our guilt is as high as the heavens." (Ezra 9:5-6)

the conviction
I just love this story, and I just hate this story.

I love Ezra's heart.

I hate Israel's tragic cycle of sin.

But if I'm honest, can I say that I'd have the same reaction as Ezra?

Would I weep over, and feel ashamed of, these people's (or my) sin? Doubt it.

Would I have been faithful to pray on their behalf? Not so likely.

Would I have grieved so deeply for this break in fellowship? Probably not.

the challenge
The Bible gives us beautiful examples of people who are deeply grieved by their own sin, or the sins of God's people: David, the Apostle Paul, Daniel, Isaiah, and now Ezra.

What's the deal with all the grief? Why should we feel it so? Why are we called to it?

When we are growing in Christ, our hearts should be broken in response to sin, because sin is dishonoring to Him, and because it brings about a nasty separation from a holy God.

And then the kicker: if we are truly being molded into the likeness of Christ, our hearts should be responding as His would, and we know that He is grieved over our hardened hearts (Mark 3:5).

And one more for good measure: would we ever really know forgiveness and restoration without knowing brokenness and heartache?

the cry
Holy and Gracious Lord, give me a heart like yours that weeps for the lost; that breaks at the mere thought of separation from you; that shares in Your good and godly grief, so that I might know and understand your forgiveness and faithfulness more fully.

protein-crazy enchiladas

2011-09-26T20:31:00.001-05:00

Who knew I'd be finding such fun recipes during my busiest season?

This one is super easy, quite tasty, and it packs a lot of protein punch.

And, because I thought "Chicken and Black Bean Enchiladas" was way too boring, I present to you ...

Protein-Crazy Enchiladas

EVOO
1 small onion, diced
2-3 garlic cloves, finely chopped
1 lb. chicken tenders, cut into bite-size pieces
1 can black beans, rinsed and drained
1 small can of green chiles
1/3-1/2 c. of your favorite salsa
4 flour tortillas (I used wheat ones, but any will do)
Monterrey jack and cheddar cheeses, shredded

Preheat oven to 400 degrees.
On medium-high heat, saute onion and garlic in a couple tablespoons of EVOO, about 2 minutes.
Add chicken and saute about 5-6 minutes. (It's okay if the chicken isn't all the way done ... you have more cooking to do!)
Add black beans, green chiles, and salsa. Reduce heat and simmer until the sauce is slightly thickened. (I used taco sauce here, because that's just what I had on hand, but I'm sure any fun salsa will be tasty and add personality.)
Divide the chicken mixture among your tortillas, roll them up, and place them seam-side down in a shallow baking dish, coated with cooking spray. (I should note here that if I'd had more room in my dish, I'd have rolled up a fifth one, because the filling was plentiful. Your tortillas might be big enough, though, so just roll with it. No pun intended.)
Top with cheese (you know me, the more the better), and bake for about 15 minutes, or until the cheese is nice and bubbly.

You can top these guys with a little sour cream and fresh chopped cilantro if you want to be fancy.

But either way, the leftovers made for a tasty lunch today!

thankful thursday #44

2011-09-22T22:49:00.000-05:00

We're approaching Week 4 in the world of college football, and in the life of a UGA fan, that means we're hopefully approaching our second win of the season.

Boo.

Hard times have fallen on my little hometown of Athens, Georgia. I could write a book on my disappointment in the fans, and in the direction of college football, and in the idol worship that rears its ugly head during autumns in the South.

But you're in luck: Thankful Thursday is here instead.

My Bulldogs had a little momentum boost last Saturday with a 59-0 shutout. So what that it was against Coastal Carolina? We'll take what we can get, and be thankful for the "W."

Carter was shocked when he heard the score ...

Let's face it, his first two games didn't go so well. He was beside himself to hear that his Dawgs had finally given him a victory!

Here's hoping you have a winning weekend, too!

In the meantime, what're you appreciating? Go on, be grateful!

parmesan chicken from an ad

2011-09-21T21:28:00.000-05:00

After a work Saturday, I love to chill on Sunday afternoon and cook up a new recipe. I tried two new ones this weekend, and this chicken one is so easy and tasty.

And when I say easy, I mean the recipe was on an advertisement in my Food Network magazine. You know, those ad recipes are always super simple, usually very boring, and only sometimes worth trying.

But this one is! I took some creative liberties, so forgive the estimations. Just feel it as you go.

Parmesan Crusted Chicken

Boneless, skinless chicken breasts
Mayo
Parmesan cheese, grated
Spices of choice
Bread crumbs of choice

Preheat your oven to 375 degrees.
I butterflied those chicken breasts out of the package (they can get too thick, don't you think?), and placed each piece on a foil-lined cookie sheet sprayed with cooking spray.
In a small bowl, mix up some mayo (about 1 Tbsp. per piece of chicken), the Parm cheese, and your spices. As for amounts, go with your taste buds, but I used about a 1:4 ratio of Parmesan to mayo, and then a couple of shakes of garlic powder and one dash of cayenne pepper.
Spoon about a tablespoon of the mayo mixture on each piece of chicken and spread it around to cover the surface area.
Sprinkle the bread crumbs onto each piece of chicken, to form a little pseudo-crust. I used panko crumbs, but you can use plain or Italian flavored traditional ones, too.
Bake those little guys up for about 20 minutes, or until the chicken's done. The crumbs'll be golden, and the cheese and mayo will be bubbly hot.

I think the deliciousness of this is all in the spices, so choose wisely.

And while my chicken was baking, I roasted some broccoli florets with some EVOO and crushed red pepper. De-lish.

Happy cooking, y'all!

one year later and the sing-off

2011-09-20T18:28:00.000-05:00

Exactly one year ago I posted my first blog entry.

It came on the heels of a call to obedience by the Holy Spirit, prompting me to disconnect my cable. And so I did.

In retrospect, I can appreciate what those four months did for me. I don't automatically turn the TV on, only to be sucked in and stripped of hours of my life that I'll never get back. I'm happy to read in the quiet instead.

I'm content to get the next-day updates on reality shows from everyone else in my office, and have nothing to contribute to the conversations.

I like having only three or four shows that really pique my interest.

So while one year ago I was swearing off my favorite shows, it's only appropriate that one year later, I invite y'all to tune in to one of my current faves.

The Sing-Off?!

Anyone?

A cappella singing competition. No back-up singers or bands to fall back on. Judges who offer constructive criticism and positive reinforcement. Better yet, judges who have legitimate knowledge, and reference music theory terms like "modulation" and "harmonic progression."

Just crazy, pure talent.

It is good times, people. Check it out Mondays on NBC, at 8/7c, especially all you music-lovin' family members out there! The premiere was just last night, so you haven't missed much.

Cheers to "The Sing-Off" ... and to another year of blogging!

file the piles

2011-09-19T22:41:00.000-05:00

Does anyone else visualize your life in file folders?

My work production manifests itself in color-coded file folders (labeled in typset, not penmanship, thanks very much), but admittedly my personal life, while highly organized in my brain, sometimes struggles in the physical realm.

My kitchen table was getting crazy with piles for this and that -- recipes; travel documents; to-do lists; bills; blah-di-blah.

But in this organized fantasy world of mine, I envisioned these piles finding a home in this perfect, portable, file-tote-bag-with-the-perfect-strap that I wasn't sure existed anywhere other than in my brain.

And then I got dangerously close to the "I can probably make that" edge, and well, we know that I completed the craft quota for the year back in the spring, so I safely backed away from that tragedy waiting to happen.

So in Target one day, I stumbled into the aisle reserved for Martha Stewart's Real Simple product line, and there was this lovely light gleaming, and the faint sound of an angelic chorus, which in my shopping experience tells me that God's about to reveal Himself by making my vision a reality.

And so it was, and who I am to keep it a secret?

Here's what's great about it:

Some starter hanging files
Fabric lining with pockets for pens and other tinies
Firm base and sides, so that it doesn't tip over in my car

This little gal tags along with me in my car, and so I have my non-work related files with me all the time. I love her function, and love her style.

The solution was in my mind the whole time.

I just should've known Martha would beat me to it.

thankful thursday #43

2011-09-15T23:47:00.000-05:00

Whew, this week!

It's good to settle back into the fall routine, but wowsers, getting to the "settled" place takes it out of me!

Been hitting the gym (and Advil) again.

Choir rehearsals are back.

Weekend travel's in full swing.

Gotta say, I'm feeling a little like this!

Wiped out!

This weekend I happen to be heading to a place that requires a roundtrip flight, and two nights in a hotel.

And it means I have a little down time, away from home.

I'm thankful that other than that little work part of my Saturday (details, details), the rest of it's going to be enjoyable and relaxing.

I won't clean my house (as if I would anyway); I won't run errands; I won't have my car serviced.

I will indulge in the quiet of my hotel room, and be grateful for it.

What about you? What're you appreciating today? Go on, be grateful!

homeless

2011-09-13T19:59:00.001-05:00

Today, this journey with my tiny little house came to a close, quite literally, when I closed on my house.

I signed the papers.

I passed off the keys.

I wished the new owner well.

I said "good-bye" to land-lording, and "hello" to homelessness!

And so where one chapter ends ...

... one begins.

Looking forward to seeing what happens next!

ten years later

2011-09-11T20:05:00.000-05:00

"Unity to be real must stand the severest strain without breaking."
-- Mahatma Gandhi

Ten years ago, it seemed that every piece of rubble was a piece of America, and of what she used to be.

i remember
the chaos
unspeakable violence
valiant rescues
good-byes of husbands and wives, mamas and daddies
children's tough questions
packed churches

It was a hard rebirth for our country that day.

At some point in the days that followed, we united. Our generation was given its first real chance to live the the Pledge of Allegiance, not just recite it, like I had done every morning in my classrooms growing up.

One nation under God, indivisible ...

Our unity led to resolve, and resolve evolved into action, and eventually progress.

Time and sacrifice of countless heroes were traded for victories, although bittersweet ones.

And ten years passed.

i celebrate
selfless servicemen and women
the strength of families left behind
brave leadership
courageous acts of ordinary people
fallen heroes

Moving forward, when cynicism begins to creep into hearts, or political divisions paralyze progress, my prayer is that we will have clarity of mind to know the truth, that no progress has ever been made -- no good ever been accomplished -- by critics and nay-sayers.

People are fighting every day for our freedoms, and that's reason enough to be united.

thankful thursday #42

2011-09-08T22:24:00.000-05:00

It's one of those Thursdays that, quite frankly, reminds me of the reason I started this whole exercise in gratitude in the first place.

It's a reminder that sometimes, a spirit of appreciation might not seem so easy to dig up ...

... that it takes a little more thought ...

... and that when you have to work a little harder for it ...

... you hope that the extra effort will stretch your capacity to feel grateful, and that thankfulness will be ever quicker to show its happy face.

I started back to the gym this week, after an intentional month-long haitus, post-Providence.

It's ugly.

My muscles are screaming at the mere thought of standing up out of a chair.

Really ugly.

Anyway, I'm rediscovering the awesomeness that is Advil!

So thankful that someone, one day long ago, decided that we could rein in the pain with little tablets of goodness. Sweet, sweet relief.

When you stretch hard to feel thankful -- when you're just not feelin' it -- what comes to mind? Go on, be grateful!

going blonde

2011-09-06T18:08:00.000-05:00

Not me. Even subtle highlights make me feel like a wannabe-blonde, which I'm n-o-t. (Natural brunettes, unite! Own the brown!)

Anyway, this past holiday weekend was crazy in Birmingham. This Tropical Storm Lee business has shut us down! I was without power for almost 24 hours, and call me high-maintenance, but that is 24 hours too many!

Fortunately, despite the torrential rains yesterday, I enjoyed the company of the Little, and although house-bound, we did confirm that these blondies from Cooking Light are everything a blondie should be: soft, chewy, and sweet-enough-but-not-too-sweet.

Peanut Butter Cup Blondies

1 1/4 c. all-purpose flour
1 c. sugar
1/2 tsp. baking powder
1/4 tsp. salt
1/3 c. creamy (or crunchy, if you're wanting some extra spunk) peanut butter
1/4 c. unsalted butter, melted and slightly cooled
2 Tbsp. 2% milk
1 tsp. vanilla extract
2 large eggs, lightly beaten
1/4 c. semi-sweet chocolate chips
Cooking spray
4 large peanut butter cups (not the minis -- go big or go home), coarsely chopped

Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Combine flour, sugar, baking powder, and salt, and stir well with a whisk.
In a separate bowl, combine peanut butter, butter, milk, vanilla, and eggs, stirring well. Add peanut butter mixture to flour mixture; stir until combined. Stir in chocolate chips.
Pour batter into a 9" square baking pan lightly coated with cooking spray, and top with peanut butter cups.
Bake for 19 minutes, or until wooden pick inserted in center comes out with moist crumbs clinging. Cool in pan on a wire rack.

Mm, mm, good. Try them on your next rainy day. They'll wipe away those rainy day blues!

thankful thursday #41

2011-09-01T23:20:00.001-05:00

For about the eight weeks leading up to college football season, I confess that I dread the start of it all. It's the end of my weekends, and the beginning of a grueling travel schedule.

While everyone else starts making predictions, talking smack, and advancing the rumor mill, I intentionally turn my radio off of all sports talk and try hard to deny the looming season of insanity.

Like clockwork, though, about two weeks before Labor Day weekend, I get over the dread, and I hang my travel schedule up in my office (a mighty fine Excel matrix, if I do say so myself). It’s my outward acceptance of the inevitable, and it means I’m ready.

Ready to go. Ready to start the 14-week countdown to the end!

Today college football kicked off – literally – and I could not be more thankful to get this season underway.

Bring it.

What're you appreciating on this eve of Labor Day weekend? Go on, be grateful!

out and about

2011-08-27T20:47:00.000-05:00

It's my last Saturday before the fog begins!

Work travel gears up next weekend, and Saturdays from here until the ~~end of time~~ second week in December are spent in football stadiums, not relaxing or doing fun things like I might prefer.

It's a lot of pressure, needing today to be productive, but wanting it to be fun.

Good news: I woke up at 6:00 and packed a lot of goodness into my day.

Bad news: My debit card took a beating!

But it was so fun. Here are the highlights:

Ran a couple of miles on the trails and had a relaxing breakfast outside with my pal Donna to start my day. It was gorgeous out there!
Got Dad's birthday present (and a fun little happy for Mom) wrapped, packed, and shipped. I think they're both gonna like 'em!
Bought the materials to make my shadowbox, commemorating the Providence half. Can't wait to get that done!
Found these cute snakeskin flats to carry with me on game days, for when my feet are screaming. Most importantly, they were 50% off.
Purchased some fun dresses for upcoming game weekends, but alas, they were not on sale. Not one of my prouder shopping days.
Treated myself to a pedicure ~~because my feet were killing me from all the shopping~~ to kick off the season of 14-hour days on stadium concrete! Livin' the dream, people. Livin' the dream.

Sure hope y'all are having a weekend that's full of the things that make you wanna say, "Now that was a great Saturday!"

thankful thursday #40

2011-08-25T06:30:00.002-05:00

As reported on Saturday night, Carter laughed in the face of his due date and came early, on his terms.

I suspected he wouldn't wait until his scheduled arrival. And I knew the odds were not in my favor, but I prayed anyway that somehow I would get to see him in the hospital, on the day he was born.

I'm so (selfishly) thankful that God's rules of chance are not mine, and that I was able to hold that sweet little man when he was just six hours old.

Seriously, look at that face. Can you blame me?

You know what's got my heart smiling this week. And you? Go on, be grateful!

clothed

2011-08-24T23:11:00.001-05:00

When I shared about my first experience wearing this t-shirt ...

... I 'fessed up to liking the look without anticipating the conversations it would spark.

I wore it out again this past Friday night to run errands, and to a movie.

This time, I was prepared. Ready to represent.

When I walked into a store, I waited the extra minute that I usually don't, to hold the door for the person coming up behind me.

As I interacted with the cashier, I asked how her day had been, and wished her a happy weekend when she passed my purchase over the counter.

In the theater, when I wanted to wring the necks of the giggling teenagers on my row, I tempered my irritation. How can I wring their necks with the love of Christ?

Over the top? Maybe.

But the t-shirt -- the visible mark that identified myself as a believer -- made me uber-conscious of how I treated people, and how I responded to them.

And I can't help but wonder how our representation of Christ would change if we thought of ourselves as ...

... visibly labeled as a believer ...

... visibly stamped with His seal ...

... visibly marked for eternal life.

What if our mindset wasn't dictated by wearing a t-shirt, but by being truly clothed in Christ?

it's a boy

2011-08-20T23:31:00.006-05:00

Dear Carter Christopher,

Words will never come close to describing the joy that overflowed our hearts today when you made your big debut!

We are head over heels for you.

It has been a whirlwind of a day, but before I rest, I had to capture my favorite memories of the day:

The unexpected, last-minute decision to fly to see you ... on the day you were born! It is worth every single penny.
Going crazy in the Chick-fil-A with Mom, Linda, and Sonny when your dad called to tell us you were here. And the mail man who looked at us funny from the next booth over.
Getting to fly with your Kaki. She was out of her mind!
Picking up lovely flowers for your lovely mom, some fun balloons for your room, and some food for your dad on the way to the hospital.
Seeing your mom and dad hold you like they've done this a hundred times before. They are naturals.
Picking up your Gigi from the airport and getting to see her meet you for the first time. It was so tender.
The elevator in the apartment breaking, and having to lug your Gigi's luggage (two weeks worth of clothes, by the way) up seven flights of stairs. We love you a lot.
All the family and friends that were calling and texting and asking for your picture. You are such a celebrity already!

Happy Birthday, Little Man.

And so nice to meet you.

=====================================

** 08.27.11 update** Your Gigi isn't Gigi anymore. She wasn't feeling the connection to that name, so now she's Emmy. You won't know any different, or have a complex about your grandparents' identities or anything, but when you're old enough to read this, you'll think it's funny.

i am second (to mary and the disciples)

2011-08-19T22:33:00.000-05:00

One of the sponsoring ministries of my recent mission trip was I am Second.

It's a movement inspiring people to live a life committed to Christ first, and loving His people. You can check it out here.

Anyway, they provided a t-shirt that looks a little something like this ...

... and I happen to wear it a lot.

I wore it the day after I got home from Peru, and I stopped into a gas station to buy a Gatorade. I placed my Grape G2 on the counter, and the clerk asked me, "What're you second to?"

I was loving my shirt but had given little thought to its practical ramifications.

What is he ... oh my word. Really, Lord? Now?

"I'm second to Christ," I responded.

The clerk gave me a wry grin and said, "How'd you get to be above Mary and the disciples?"

It took me a second to follow his thinking, and when I caught on, I knew he wasn't kidding.

I pulled out two dollar bills from my wallet and tried to clean up my mess of a witnessing opportunity.

"No, sorry" I looked down, feeling awkward and bashful. And then I looked him in the eye. "I didn't mean I was second in Christ's life, I meant that He's first in mine."

"Well then that's a good person to be second to." He handed me my change.

"I think so," I smiled, "and I hope you can say the same thing."

"Yes ma'am," and he nodded. (Does that mean he can? How do I follow up to that? DisASTer.)

He bid me good-bye. I thanked him and returned to my car.

Funny, Lord. I sure appreciate Your welcome home. Good grief.

I was caught off guard, miscommunicated the message, and maybe walked away from a conversation that man needed to have. I won't know.

Fortunately, God is never caught off guard, He never miscommunicates, and He never walks away when someone needs to talk. I find great comfort in that.

I have more thoughts on this business of my new favorite t-shirt, but because I believe in keeping these posts to a reasonable length for the average reader-in-a-hurry, check back in a day or two.

Who knew a t-shirt was such a game-changer?

thankful thursday #39

2011-08-18T22:29:00.000-05:00

I've had better weeks.

Last night when I pulled into my parking space, something seemed not quite right.

It seemed a little dark.

Why yes, yes it was. Because a headlight on my car had gone out.

Again.

For the fourth time in less than a year. (Yes, I've had them check the wiring.)

Frustrating!

But I'm thankful that I discovered it last night, after I had elected to drive home from a business trip in the daylight, rather than at night.

And that both those headlights are bright and shiny again tonight, ready to light up my paths.

Wishing y'all a very bright weekend!

In the meantime, what're you appreciating today? Go on, be grateful!

two weeks notice

2011-08-16T20:59:00.001-05:00

Dear Baby,

I talked to your dad tonight, and I can just tell it, you are itchin' to meet us!

You're growing like a weed (8.9 lbs, at 37 weeks, whoah)! Your dad was less than 8 pounds when he was born, but your mom was a perfect 10, so maybe -- if your mom is lucky -- you'll land somewhere right in the middle.

You are moving around like crazy. Your mom and dad get kicks out of your kicks, and I am banking on you being a little ball of energy as soon as you get here.

Everything about you looks healthy and happy. You are rumored to have a thick head of hair, chubby cheeks, and a round belly! I love it!

Even though you were expected to be a September baby, it looks like you won't be here any later than the 30th of this month. And that just happens to be my dad's -- your granddad's (name still TBD, ugh!) -- birthday!

(Actually, I happen to be really struggling to find a great birthday present for him, so if you could somehow make your grand entrance on the 30th, that would take some pressure off.)

Many thanks, and much love to you.

shock waves

2011-08-15T20:12:00.000-05:00

Our church family experienced major shock waves late Saturday afternoon when we were notified that our Recreation Ministries Director had suddenly passed away.

Since I received the news, my stomach has turned, my heart's been sad, and the tears have spilled over easily.

When believers pass away, we know the sadness is one-sided. It's felt by and for the people left behind, not for the one who has met Jesus face to face. And we pray that somehow through the unexpected slipping away of our friend, we will see the glory of God revealed in a new way.

There have been beautiful, sweet words shared among our friends, honoring his memory and the legacy he left here on earth. We exchange stories about his infectious hilarity; his unending selflessness; his devoted service to the Lord, and to His people.

Our stories seem like a desperate attempt to bring him back. Like if we talk about him, we won't miss him so much.

But we do. We miss Rob.

Sunday morning was, by far, the most difficult church service many of us can recall ever attending. Even still, I stubbornly acknowledged a little bit of that glory peeking through the darkness.

I personally felt a vulnerability sweeping through our church body, pricking hearts and prompting raw emotions like never before. I'm banking on that transparency to be the rule for us moving forward, not the exception.

We pray that people will be inspired by Rob's service to pay it forward, and to pull together to fill the gaps that seem impossible to overcome in his absence.

Ultimately, we hope for spiritual growth among our church family, knowing that great growth comes from great pain.

In the meantime, I'm clinging to Psalm 34:18.

"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
and saves those who are crushed in spirit."

thankful thursday #38

2011-08-11T22:47:00.000-05:00

Look at my friend Donna and her cute hat!

So thankful she liked her Peruvian souvenir!

(On another note, I love the iPhone, but good grief, it's time to incorporate some photos of higher quality.)

I can't wait for this weekend of no agenda. I hope you have something fun that's (un)planned, too!

In the meantime, what're you thankful for today? Go on, be grateful!

peru: a testimony

2011-08-10T21:39:00.000-05:00

Four folks on our mission team were asked to share a brief testimony at our victory celebration at the end of the week.

Each one was only three minutes, and since it was being translated, only about ninety seconds in reality.

Here was one near and dear to my heart:

My name is Robyn, and I don't speak Spanish. I have no medical training. And I've never been to seminary for formal theological education.

But I came here anyway, with a bunch of doctors, nurses, and pharmacists; with folks who speak Spanish fluently; and with people who have spent years studying the Bible.

I'd like to quickly share with you how I was touched this week, in spite of all that, and how anyone -- even someone like me -- can leave here a little more spiritually "grown up."

When we opened the clinic every morning with music, singing with people who don't look like us or talk like us, I saw a small glimpse of what it will look like one day, when all nations and tongues will bow together and confess Jesus as Lord.

When we served as a team together in the clinic, I felt a little bit of the joy Jesus feels when He sees His body functioning in unity, loving His people.

On the other hand, the first time I shared the Gospel this week, the woman sitting across from me was distracted and unreceptive. In a very small way, I sensed a rejection that Jesus feels when people don't choose Him. Or worse, when His children are too distracted to listen and hear Him.

So on two ends of the spectrum, this week has given me a chance to feel what Jesus feels, and to see people the way He sees us.

I'm grateful to have "grown up" with y'all this week!

Nothing fancy, really. But a perspective deeply impacted, hopefully for good.

heavy medal

2011-08-09T20:33:00.000-05:00

It is finished!

On race day, Providence poured rain on every square inch of its 13.1-mile course, except for under its bridges. So generous, that Providence.

But despite the saturated socks and shoes and the unkind placement of hills, glory to God, Bethany and I finished.

(Forgive the photo quality. We weren't willing to walk any further for a post-race shot than the first hotel maid we saw.)

Almost 36 hours later, I'm still limping on stairs, but my body has finally begun to forgive me for thinking I was fit enough to tackle such nonsense.

Maybe I'll consider another one, but for now, I'll just enjoy the heavy medal.

thankful thursday #37

2011-08-04T23:35:00.000-05:00

I'm packing tonight for my trip here ...

... to run this race (against all logic) ...

... and I'm feeling strangely thankful that I don't have to pack any of this ...

... to make my trip there better.

And that, folks, is how my perspective of gratitude is forever changed after a mission trip. Yish.

And you? Go on, you gotta be grateful for something!

tomato pie

2011-08-03T22:46:00.000-05:00

One night in Peru, we visited some "hot springs."

When I hear "hot springs," I envision a somewhat natural body of water, with rocks and waterfalls.

When we showed up at these hot springs, it was clear my idealism needed to be reined in, because the "hot springs" was, in fact, a public swimming pool that reeked of sulfur.

I (and other wise skeptics) opted out of the full hot springs experience, and took advantage instead of the opportunity to watch those who didn't seem bothered by the public pool reality.

At the time, we were majorly craving American food, and we bantered back and forth about what we'd eat first when we got home (this was before the re-entry episode, by the way).

Sweet Mary Beth got going on Tomato Pie, and simply put, it's the perfect intersection of Southern cooking, juicy summer tomatoes, and of course, my most beloved ingredient: cheese.

When I got home and was feeling up to speed, the cheeseburger was the first bite of indulgence. But Tomato Pie was my first dish to cook with my own hands.

There are hundreds of recipe variations of this beauty, but here's the best I've come up with so far. It's named after Mary Beth, because she got me into the spinach and mayo components, which were game changers.

Mary Beth's Tomato Pie

1 prepared, frozen deep dish pie crust
2 pretty, red summer tomatoes
2-3 c. of your favorite cheese combo (I use some combo of mozz and provolone)
1 package of fresh basil, coarsely chopped
1/2 bag of triple-washed baby spinach, coarsely chopped
2 green onions (light green and white parts only), chopped
2 Tbsp. (ish) of mayo

Toast the pie crust in the oven on 350 degrees for about 8-10 minutes. It might get a little bit golden, but don't let it go much longer. It still has to cook again!
Peel and slice the tomatoes, and blot the slices between super-absorbent paper towels. I know, I don't love peeling tomatoes either, but do it. It's so much easier to eat! And the blotting? There might be a better way, but the goal is to have as little moisture as possible, so your crust doesn't get any soggier than it's already going to be.
Mix the basil, spinach, green onions and mayo in a bowl. The mayo here is really just intended to give the greens a little something to cling to, so don't overdo it.
Spread about a cup of your cheese in the bottom of the crust.
Layer the tomato slices on top of the cheese.
Spread the greens mixture on top of the tomatoes.
Top with the remaining cheese, and bake until the cheese is bubbly and your crust is just brown enough for you.
Serve it up and savor every bite, but let it sit for a spell before you do. It'll be a little bit more cooperative when you slice it.

Mine never looks this picturesque, and my primary concern is eating the pie, not garnishing it with a sprig of basil, but doesn't this look so yummy?

Have I mentioned how great it is to be ~~eating acceptable foods~~ home?

snapshots from peru

2011-07-30T20:19:00.001-05:00

I've been stateside for four days.

Although my heart isn't fully here, my body is slowly yielding to a routine, and my highlight list has officially begun ...

most necessary resource in the peruvian culture
Solid translators. I sure do miss these gals.

most tragic attempt to embrace peruvian culture
Singing praise and worship songs to open the clinic every morning with the locals ... in Spanish. Despite some talented leaders, we never did quite hit our stride.

sweetest honor
Sharing our faith with the Peruvian people (made possible by those fabulous translators, by the way).

best item packed in my bags
Good ol' toilet paper. Never a guarantee in that country. (For that matter, toilets are never a guarantee, but that's another story.)

least qualified candidates to work in the eye clinic

least favorite peruvian food
Guinea pig.

I'm an adventurous eater, but the guinea pig toes hanging off my plate were just too much.

most breathtaking view

Kels and I in the Colca Valley at about 12,000 feet, just before the canyon begins.

biggest bonehead move
Leaving my debit card in the Chivay, Peru, ATM. I felt better, though, to find out the next morning I wasn't the only one.

the number one reason we all made it home in one piece
Our fearless leader, Dr. Bill.

If not for his diagrams, lists, schedules, and thorough instructions, we seriously would never have made it.

And so we're home, processing emotions, sharing photos, and missing people far away.

But our stories are far from over!

thankful thursday #36

2011-07-28T22:13:00.000-05:00

I've been told that re-entry into American culture after a mission trip can be difficult.

If you asked my closest friends how my initial re-entry went two days ago, they'd giggle and tell you that "difficult" would be the understatement of the year.

While others were hugging friends and family in the church parking lot receiving a warm homecoming, I was hugging this ...

... and being welcomed home with (another) one of these (ugh!) ...

Thanks to one of those closest friends, to whom I'm forever bonded in an uncomfortably personal way, this was my homecoming that day ...

That little care package waiting for me at home was more than worthy of a Thankful Thursday post.

In brighter news, my stomach is slowly readjusting, and for a belated-birthday-and-we-heart-America celebration, we indulged in the ultimate American meal: a cheeseburger and the Diet Coke that was impossible to enjoy in South America.

Stay tuned for more Peru recaps, but in the meantime, what're you appreciating today? Go on, be grateful!

thankful thursday #35

2011-07-14T17:52:00.000-05:00

This half marathon I'm running in three weeks?

I've heard it said that Providence is "hilly." And I don't love hills.

Needless to say, I've been avoiding this ...

I told myself, "That doesn't look so bad" (don't tell me if I'm wrong).

But then last night, I got a newsletter delivered to my email inbox with THIS nugget of goodness...

Course Updates Announced!
The half marathon course has been updated. The hill at Olney and Camp has been eliminated and runners will now continue straight on North Main.

Now, I don't know one bit about the topography of Providence, or what the "hill at Olney and Camp" looks like. Ignorance is key for me at this point.

But GLORY to God. I am so thankful for one less hill to run!

What're you appreciating today? Go on, be grateful!

praying for peru

2011-07-13T21:58:00.001-05:00

"What will you be doing on your mission trip?" I've been asked countless times.

I cherish the interest, the excitement, the curiosity of the people who ask it.

"There will be medical clinics, some children's ministry, some facilitating local Bible studies."

I giggle (inside, of course) at the confusion that creeps into their eyes when they can't reconcile my answer with the fact that a) I have no medical training, b) I do not work with children, and c) I don't speak a lick of Spanish.

Several weeks ago, one of our team leaders challenged us with the bottom line of Paul's ministry:

"Boldly and without hindrance he preached the kingdom of God and taught about the Lord Jesus Christ." -- Acts 28:31

She said, "When people ask you what you're doing on this mission trip, be bold. Be clear that you are going to tell people about Jesus Christ."

So off we go, to do just that: to share with people who haven't heard, that Jesus is the great Life Changer.

Tonight I had the privilege of being covered by the prayers of sweet friends. It's humbling to know people back home are remembering you, and petitioning the Father on your behalf. If you feel led, here are a few suggested prayers that I know our team will covet:

Security (Psalm 91)
Open Doors (Colossians 4:2-6)
Boldness (Ephesians 6:19-20)
Endurance & Unity (Romans 15:5-6)
Eternal Focus (Psalm 95:1-7)

In the end, we want lives of the people we meet to be changed, and we trust the mighty Life Changer to make it happen.

But knowing what I know, if we serve people the way God commands us, I imagine He will craft us, and change us, to be a little more like Jesus in the process.

nothing and everything

2011-07-12T21:13:00.000-05:00

Blogging has been such the experiment for me.

Will I have anything worth saying? (Maybe.) Will it become a burden? (No.) Will I find a writing rhythm? (Mostly. About three times a week, in fact.)

Let it be known, however, that July is the month of not too much going on, while everything is going on. And I've found that while this kind of "everything" is going on, none of it is worth writing about.

Over the past week or so I ...

Took the Little to see Mr. Popper's Penguins.

Perhaps the lamest movie of 2011, but well worth it, to spend the afternoon with my penguin-obsessed Little. She was beside herself. And I was happy to share a bag of over-buttered, overpriced popcorn with her. She's a jewel.

Ran ten miles.

In a row, that is. Man, that hurt, and yes, this upcoming half marathon will hurt more. It was nice, though, to spend the morning with friends, and take in some nostalgic neighborhood life along the way: women pinning laundry to an old-fashioned clothesline; the nice person who leaves cups and a cooler of water in his yard for the runners; new moms getting out with their babies before the sun's too unbearable; fresh cut lawns; a post-run smoothie in a local coffee shop. It was good. In retrospect.

Enjoyed a haircut in a new chair.

My stylist moved to a little shop in Old Town Helena called Roots. It's simple and sweet, with white-washed walls and a window air conditioning unit. Nikol and I were her only appointments, so we made a girls' day of it. We were channeling Steel Magnolias all the while.

Wrapped up Peru trip prep.

Our final team meeting was Sunday, when the packing began. Our awesomely organized leader dazzled us (me) with a diagram of how we would off-load our luggage from the carousel. He does not play, people. It was beautiful. I purchased the last few items on my list -- protein bars for when our food is terrible, and Sour Patch Kids to make me happy on the flights. (Now if I can just adhere to the 50-pound baggage weight limit...)

And that is my week of nothing and everything.

thankful thursday #34

2011-07-07T23:32:00.000-05:00

In ten short days, I'm heading to Peru.

It's my first international mission trip, and while I'm excited, and expectant, and exhilarated at the thought of it all, I confess to having had my share of holy-smokes-what-am-I-doing? moments.

(Moments other than the vaccination situation, I mean.)

I've felt ill-equipped. Less than qualified. Lacking in knowledge.

Et cetera, et cetera. You get the idea.

Throughout our preparations, though, I've been gently nudged along, being ever reminded that this trip isn't about me at all, or my feelings, or my so-called shortcomings. Spiritually speaking, I know Who's got this, and it's really about His fame.

In fact, He's so got this, that practically speaking, I'm being led by an uber-organized trip leader, and I know that everything that we might even pretend to have control of, will be taken care of. I have received endless lists, packing recommendations, spreadsheets and schedules, booklets and handbooks, and anything else that speaks the love language of the left-brained personality.

I believe greater works have yet to be done, and more supernatural lessons are yet to be learned. But these are the tangible tastes of provision for which I'm thankful at this point. Stay tuned for more!

What're you appreciating today? Go on, be grateful!

happy fourth

2011-07-04T23:34:00.015-05:00

Independence Day is so festive, isn't it?

The stars and stripes ...

... in our family, always good food ...

... and some fireworks and sparklers for good measure.

My great home state has another tradition you might've heard of ...

It's never been something on my personal bucket list, but I marked it off anyway and ran it this morning. After we braved the portable restrooms and snuck into a corral together (is it so terrible to want to run together?), it was a fun time spent (as 6.2-mile runs go) with family and 62,000 of my closest friends.

Amidst all the festivities, though, it's never lost on me that our freedom here came at a great cost to our forefathers, and that men and women today continue the valiant fight to protect our liberty.

May we never take our freedom for granted, nor forget the One who has blessed our nation for such a time as this.

Your love divine has led us in the past;
In this free land by you our lot is cast;
Oh, be our ruler, guardian, guide, and stay;
Your Word our law, your paths our chosen way.
-- "God of Our Fathers" by Daniel C. Roberts

thankful thursday #33

2011-06-30T23:57:00.001-05:00

Six months of the year is over and out. How did this happen?

(I'm not thankful for that. I would appreciate it greatly if 2011 would slow its roll, in fact.)

On the other hand, our accountability group celebrated tonight that we are half-way through our Bible reading for the year. Thanks to our project manager in the group, we receive these progress reports every so often. You know, well-timed little pats on the back. Encouragement to keep up the good work.

(Okay, I admit, they come in the form of color-coded charts and pie graphs, and I like it.)

For kicks and giggles, here's the rundown:

Chapters: 50% completed
Verses: 40% completed
Books: 29% completed

Cheers to six months of daily resolve ... and to the six months to come!

Tap in to that happy heart. Go on, be grateful!

lessons learned from a garage sale

2011-06-27T21:27:00.000-05:00

Two weeks ago Purgefest 2K11 officially came to a close when the last Garage Sale sign was pulled out of the ground.

And that, friends, was one fine moment.

No more boxes stacked in my guest room; no more Sharpies and pricing tags camping out on my kitchen table; no more tripping over garbage bags, poster board, and ground stakes.

Technically, the mission was accomplished: stuff was purged, laughs were abundant, and some funds were raised for Peru.

But as usual, we learned valuable lessons:

For some people, spending $1.00 on a shoulder bag is a little risky, but negotiating down to $.50 means "they won't be out anything if it falls apart when they wash it." I'm not sure I've ever valued $.50 quite like that.
If you're not afraid, respond to the hagglers with something like, "You know we're raising money for a mission trip, right?" (I mean, only say it if it's true, of course.)
Every garage sale host needs a friend who can provide lots and lots of tables.
Never underestimate the power of the laptop and an Excel spreadsheet (and a capable operator) at your check-out counter. Calculators are so out.
People will not buy a brand new bike rack, or a working lamp. But they sure will buy a dog food bowl that looks like a toilet bowl.
When bemoaning the unfortunate return on investment (garage sales are not for the faint of heart, people), keep an objective friend nearby to remind you that it's not about revenue, it's about "making memories." Thanks, Kels.

Ah, memories. It's good to have some things in the past tense.

thankful thursday #32, the beach week edition

2011-06-23T22:37:00.000-05:00

What is there not to be thankful for, when one is on vacation for a solid week? Good grief, the list is endless (but don't despair, I will limit today's list to only five).

So thankful today for ...

The new-to-me iPhone 4, that has enough memory for sermon podcasts to listen to on the beach.
Sinex, the miracle nasal spray. I came down with the sniffles early this week, but a vacationing Robyn will not be defeated.
Lori, the one and only friend who rose to the challenge and recommended some beach reads. I can always count on her for literature and music suggestions.
Brothers on the mend. I'm not sure if we're just all getting old, or if the brotherly wrestling match went a little bit too far, but both brothers have muscle strains and muscle relaxers as trip souvenirs.
A lifted guilty conscience. After I publicly confessed to being the family slacker in our jigsaw puzzle efforts, I did some major soul-searching, and really dug deep to complete the sky portion of Puzzle #2. I thought I was doing Mom a favor, only to find out "it's one of her favorite parts." Love hurts sometimes.

I could go on, but instead, you share what you're appreciating today. Even if you're not on vacation, there must be something. Go on, be grateful!

puzzling

2011-06-21T23:25:00.001-05:00

My mom loves her a good jigsaw puzzle, and there's always one in progress during Beach Week with our family.

Mom's passion for puzzles makes her the natural spear header. Translated, that is, she's the poor soul who always dumps out the box contents, gets all the pieces turned right side up, and stays up until the wee hours of the first night, connecting all the border pieces. She takes one for the team, every time.

If Mom is the leader of Team Puzzle, I am the proverbial coat tail rider.  I pop in after the hard part is done, focusing my efforts on the pieces that can be easily located on the box picture, and placed mostly in the correct location. And then when we're left to stare at the skies or oceans, I conveniently find something else to do. There is no fun for me in the seas of solid blue.

I'm just being honest here.

I also confess to being stubborn and falsely sure of myself while hunched over that card table.  When I find the piece that I think is the one, I'm the girl who tries to force it in, certain that if I just push it in a little bit harder, or turn it 180 degrees, it'll match. It'll fit. It will.

About a week ago, my friend blogged about advice she'd give to her younger self, and invited readers to do the same. My advice to my 15-year-old self was this:

"Everything you think you want in 15 years probably isn't what you need. And when you find that you've gotten what you needed, instead of what you wanted, be happy about it."

It's like the puzzle pieces. I'm insistent that I know what the right piece looks like.  And Mom gives me the not it, not gonna happen look.

And then when I do find the one -- the real one -- that slides in easily and naturally, it never looks the way I thought it would. I can't count the number of times I've said to Mom, "Huh, who knew it'd look like that?"

Today I learned that something I thought was a done deal, in fact is not. And it's okay, because sometimes the thing I think is right, even if it seems to need a little forcing, isn't always what I need.

When I do find the scenario that's the one I need, instead of the one I want, I'll be saying, "Huh, who knew it'd look like that?"

And I'll be happy about it.

home

2011-06-20T19:00:00.000-05:00

Although it's been many years since I lived there, mine is in the foothills of the North Georgia mountains, in a little college town, where the red clay stains the hands of the children who play in its dirt.

It's the place where our family has roots, and where safety washes over me the second I walk through the back door with the chimes hanging from its knob.

If we're lucky -- and I am -- home gives us the opportunity to temporarily slip from adulthood back into a time where you don't make decisions, and everyone's just happy to see you.

This week, though, my home is here ...

Once a year I come here, to the panhandle of Florida, where the sand is white and the water is green. It is blazing hot, and my favorite thing about walking through this door is the rush of the 68-degree chill that washes over me.

There is no agenda, no alarm clock, and no pressure to do anything other than what you feel like doing.

It's not my home home, but there is family here, safety, and meals provided.

And it is good!

thankful thursday #31

2011-06-16T16:52:00.000-05:00

A couple of months ago, I was singing praises for Antelope shoes.

This week, I have to praise the store from where I purchased them.

On Monday morning, I was greeting an out-of-town colleague with a bear hug. As I went onto my tip-toes, the strap on one of my beloved Antelopes popped off. So disappointing, particularly given the dollar amount I'd shelled out just two months prior!

I called The Pants Store, in Crestline Village (also home to Jack's Shell Station, who also recently got a shout-out on this blog) and reported the ~~tragedy~~ disappointment, and without any shameful begging on my part, the lovely lady said, "You can just bring them back and we'll give you another pair.

GLORY.

Unfortunately they didn't have my size and color of choice, so they let me pick another style, which I'm breaking in even as I type this from the Atlanta airport.

And thanks to their customer service, I'm probably going to patronize them next week when my size and color of choice arrives on their next shipment. (I'm weak, what can I say?)

Let this be a lesson, folks. Customer service in its purest form is any company's best marketing tool.

Happy Thursday, y'all. What's making you thankful today? Go on, be grateful!

so long saloon black bean dip

2011-06-10T22:07:00.004-05:00

I'm going to stop mentioning Manhattan soon. Really, I am.

But first I needed to share this recipe inspired by a very delicious appetizer we ate here ...

Chipotle Raspberry Black Bean Dip
(Sounds crazy, right? Don't judge. It's so delish.)

1 can black beans, rinsed and drained
1 8-oz container of cream cheese (I used the whipped variety)
1 bottle of Chipotle Raspberry Sauce (It was almost too good to be true when I found some in the condiments aisle in my local Publix)
A handful or so of pepper jack cheese, grated
Tortilla chips

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Place the black beans in a 2 quart casserole dish. Spread the cream cheese on top, and bake for about 5 minutes, so the cream cheese is good and soft. Mix together the beans and cream cheese in the dish. Pour about 1/3 of the bottle of raspberry sauce on top, and top with pepper jack cheese. Bake another 15 minutes, until heated through. Serve with tortilla chips.

Creamy, smokey, with a little sweet, and a little spice. What is not to love?

thankful thursday #30

2011-06-09T23:00:00.000-05:00

I enjoy a good read, but I'm not a fast reader. On occasion, I'll breeze through a book in a couple of days, and that usually happens only when I'm on vacation, reading a lot on the beach, or spending many hours waiting in airport terminals.

On the plane to and from Manhattan this past week, I was completely transfixed with this memoir by Christina Haag, the childhood friend and long-time girlfriend of JFK, Jr.

“[Haag] doesn’t bow to tabloid sensationalism; instead, she gently dusts off her tender, aching memories and bravely holds them to the light...The book also paints a compelling portrait of the lost Manhattan of the 1970s and ’80s, a mysterious place of wealth and despair."
-- Los Angeles Times

I couldn't have said it better myself. She is graceful, literally eloquent, and honors the legacy of the love she lost.

I'm so grateful for good books that you lose yourself in! Aren't you?

What great reads are you thankful for -- and recommending -- today? Go on, be grateful!

(That's a not a rhetorical question, people. I seriously need 'em. Beach Week is around the corner!)

giada, you do not disappoint

2011-06-08T21:41:00.000-05:00

While I was in Manhattan, I was running on the treadmill in the comfort of the air-conditioned "fitness room," watching Giada on the Food Network.

I was so inspired by this recipe, and it was so fast and easy, that I came home tonight and grilled them right up.

Garlic-Rosemary Chicken Burgers

1 c. mayonnaise
1/4 c. chopped fresh rosemary
1 garlic clove, minced
1 lb. ground chicken breast
salt and pepper
EVOO
4 of your favorite bakery rolls
1 c. arugula

Mix mayo, rosemary, and garlic. Set aside.
Heat a grill pan with a little EVOO (or a real grill, if you have the luxury) to a screaming hot temperature.
In a separate bowl, salt and pepper the chicken. Add half of the mayo mixture. Mix the chicken and mayo, but be gentle. Giada says not to go overboard with the mixing, because it will make the chicken tough. You don't want tough chicken.
Gently shape the chicken mixture into four burgers, and let them sizzle on the grill pan for about 7 minutes on each side. Don't freak out about the gooey-ness (it will be super moist when it's done), and don't move them until you're ready to flip. They get a delicious crustiness if you let them hang out.
Slice your rolls, drizzle each half with a little EVOO, and spread the tiniest bit of mayo mixture on each half. Grill up your rolls, cut side down, until they're golden.
On each roll, spread a little more of the mayo mixture, a handful of arugula, and a chicken burger.

These took no time to prepare, and the rosemary and garlic make the boring chicken burger really shine. And I bet you could substitute any fresh herb that you like, and it would be just as tasty.

Oh, Giada. You are so faithful.

life in the little apple

2011-06-07T17:13:00.000-05:00

This week I'm in Manhattan, Kansas, visiting with a new client. It's only my second time here, but I'm already fond of the quirks and eccentricities that make this place home to many.

Small towns -- and let's be clear, this one isn't nearly as small as others where I've worked (and lived) -- are so underestimated. In particular, I am my father's daughter, and I love, love, love a good college town. Exploring so many of them is one of my favorite things about my job.

Despite the blazing heat that seems to have followed us here from Alabama, Manhattan is endearing for these reasons:

The midwestern farmer's work-ethic that is the norm
The observance of the 30 mph speed limit (although, that might actually lose its charm after a time)
The patriotism that's rampant here as troops are returning home to Fort Riley
The "You betchas!" we hear in response to our southern "Thanks so muches!"
Aggieville
The safe rooms and storm shelters
That they really do call themselves "The Little Apple" and have a Central Park
The indigenous limestone that crowns the architecture

It's a haul to get out here, but it's nice to be welcomed to the Little Apple by these salt-of-the-earth folks.

thankful thursday #29

2011-06-02T23:19:00.004-05:00

I read an article recently about relationships between women. Family, friends, co-workers, all of 'em. Women are complicated beings (shocking, I know), and relationships between them can be, too.

The temptation to compare, the ever-present threat of jealousy, the competitive spirits. They just make for some natural challenges.

In particular, single women can find themselves funneled by our culture -- for better or worse -- into friendships with other single women who are quite like us. Certainly, we can share life experiences, and even function as local families. These are some of my most treasured friendships for all the "better" they bring into my world.

On the other hand, if we are not intentional about cultivating relationships with women in different stages than us, we lose. We miss out.

Before I moved to Birmingham, I lived in a place where single gals my age were not particularly easy to find. During that time, it was sometimes frustrating and lonely because of it, but I also was blessed -- and not because I was being intentional about it -- to befriend women in all walks of life while I was there.

These days, I find the opposite is true, and in this particular season, I'm being challenged and loved and surrounded by more single girls than not. I adore this reality, but I consciously remember my reality from a few short years ago, too.

Today, in light of my reflections on female friendships, I'm feeling especially thankful for the single moms, the married moms, the grandmothers, the widows, the pastors' wives, and so many more in my life who have shared themselves, their heartbreaks, their fears, and their families with me over the years.

Who are the people you're appreciating today? Go on, be grateful!

unsettled

2011-06-01T22:19:00.001-05:00

I'm rather Type A. Not totally (there is stuff all over my car right now), but mostly.

I make lists, but sometimes they're just mental ones.

At the end of the day, I prefer order to chaos. Literally. I can barely sleep if I have clutter around my place.

This week I've felt circumstances swirling around me, not in my control. You know what I'm talking about -- you're grasping for some resolution, but you know it's kind of pointless?

Here's what's got me unsettled this week:

The monumental jump from AT&T to Verizon.
AT&T has powered my cell phones from my very first Zack Morris model back in 1994. The "seamless switch" wasn't exactly my choice (want to save some bucks for the company!), and I'm a little bit bitter that my friends and family contacts didn't make the switch. With all the iTunes syncing, exchange servers, and online address books of the world, how is it possible to retain every recipient of every work email I've ever sent, but not the people who are related to me by blood?

The house sale.
I'm still not writing about this, because well, nothing's final yet. I tell you what: I made the right decision when I opted out of real estate as a career path. I sure wish we could settle soon.

Purgefest 2K11.
I am so ready for this garage sale to be over! It feels good to purge, but it does not feel great to live amongst garbage bags and boxes.

Potential-but-not-confirmed travel for next week.
When I'm traveling half way across the country, I much prefer to know more than six days in advance. And I don't like it that in the process, I'll miss some commitments that are much more important to me.

Emails in my inbox that haven't been addressed.
Spending the past two days recovering contacts from the old iPhone has put a serious damper on my productivity. In my world, rarely do messages sit overnight in the inbox. And well, they are this week.

I could go on, but really, this list is absurd. These things are silly and insignificant in the big picture, and I'm hereby declaring them stretching, not unsettling.

Stretching. Ugh, that's so unsettling!

somebody sent me flowers

2011-05-27T07:49:00.001-05:00

Recently, my friend sent herself flowers. And that blog post happened to be about how great my friends are.

Yesterday, another one of my friends sent me flowers.

She just did it out of the goodness of her heart, to send me a happy. Talk about making my Thankful Thursday even better!

Earlier in the day another one of my friends called just to tell me that she loves me.

And I repeat: I have the greatest, most encouraging friends. Ever.

It seems there's always one who's stepping up and loving me in a tangible way, who's lavishing generosity just because, or who's calling me just to check in and say "hi."

This week has felt like a personal lovefest. I hope that this weekend y'all feel the love, too!

thankful thursday #28

2011-05-26T12:18:00.001-05:00

On Tuesday afternoon, my co-worker noticed this on my car ...

... (although it wasn't really that bad).

And he sent me off to Jack's Shell Station (it's kind of sweet that they even have a website, yes?), in Crestline Village, where they will plug and air your tire for $10!

I'm so thankful this week that I didn't need a new tire, and I was more than happy to spend the best $10 I've spent a very long time.

Brotherly co-workers and small-town gas stations make for a very grateful day in my world. What about you? Go on, be grateful!

knockoff salad

2011-05-25T12:19:00.000-05:00

Last month I dove head first into the season of salads with a very delicious orzo salad, compliments of Cooking Light. After two batches, it was time to move on.

Last week, I ate lunch at a little dive in Vestavia, and I ordered a salad that was very tasty. And more importantly, very achievable in my own kitchen.

This isn't a technical recipe, and it's not identical to the restaurant version, but it's oh-so-yummy, and worthy of sharing.

Bistro V Knockoff Salad, the Way You Like It

3 boneless, skinless chicken breasts

1 bunch of asparagus
1 package of spinach tortellini (in the fridge section of your grocery store)
1 can of cannellini beans (aka, navy beans, white beans, or Great Northern beans)
1 can of quartered artichoke hearts
1 jar of sun-dried tomatoes, packed in oil
1 bag of romaine lettuce
Balsamic basil vinaigrette (prepared in a bottle)

Preparation steps that can be done ahead of time:

Grill up your chicken the way you like it. I did some simple seasonings -- salt, pepper, garlic powder, and cayenne pepper -- and just used my grill pan. Whatever works. Let the meat rest for a few minutes, and then dice it up into bite-size pieces. Set that aside.
Prepare your asparagus the way you like it. I steamed mine, although grilling or roasting would be very tasty as well. After it cools, chop the stalks into 2-inch pieces. Set that aside, too.
Prepare the tortellini according to the package directions. Drain, and rinse in cold water.
While any of the above are in the works, use the down time to drain and rinse the can of beans, and drain and blot the artichoke hearts. (The artichokes have a serious water-retention tendency, so dry them out extra well.)
Chop up the sun-dried tomatoes, and set those aside.

Assembly steps, for when you're ready to chow down:

Place some romaine lettuce on the plate, and top with tortellini, grilled chicken, asparagus, beans, artichokes, and sun-dried tomatoes. Just use the quantities you're feeling. The way you like it!
Dress it up with basil vinaigrette, and you're ready to go!

Other notes:

The restaurant used Kalamata olives, not sun-dried tomatoes. Either is delish.
I think a homemade basil vinaigrette would be extra-special, but I just wasn't that ambitious this weekend.
Store each prepared ingredient in its own container, and it's a super-fast lunch prep all week long.

Eat it up, y'all. And be creative with your own variations!

still here

2011-05-22T21:35:00.000-05:00

The Rapture didn't happen. I didn't think it would, but had it, I'd have been excited.

While we're still hanging out on earth, we might as well soak up faces like these ...

... and savor tastes like these ...

I had a weekend filled with people and things I love. I hope you did, too!

thankful thursday #27, the 100th post edition

2011-05-19T22:25:00.001-05:00

Who knew I'd ever write 100 blog posts? That's crazy.

And since I love celebrations, and commemorating milestones, why not be like everyone else and write the "100 Things About Me" post?

Not gonna happen, people. (I'm pretty sure I just heard a collective sigh of relief.)

One hundred random facts? I'm just not that interesting. And who would really read that? Now that's crazy.

In other, less glamorous news, today does mark my 27th Thankful Thursday! (Who decided that 100 is cause for pause, but 27 isn't?) That's about half a year of embracing gratitude, and intentionally giving thanks. A good six months, I'd say!

I've had a lot of nuggets of thankfulness this week: progress on the house sale (which I refuse to share quite yet, for fear of jinxing it); the previously referenced "LORD, I'm unworthy" moment; the second round of immunizations completed.

But seriously, can I just get a witness, praise be to God I'm not walkin' in the shoes of Maria Shriver this week? God love her.

I never promised Thankful Thursdays to be serious business all the time, y'all. Just saying.

Now. Tell me what's making you feel legitimate appreciation this week. Please. Go on, be grateful!

knees to the earth

2011-05-18T22:41:00.002-05:00

God has a way of taking me off at the knees sometimes.

Today was one of the sometimes, where the goodness He showered on me was so unexpected, and so generous, I could only say in response, "LORD, I'm so unworthy."

What is an appropriate response, anyway? When words just don't properly express your gratitude?

Throughout the scriptures, acceptable and pleasing acts of worship occurred in a variety of ways: shouting and clapping; standing and lifting of hands; lying prostrate on the ground.

One of the Hebrew words for worship that's used commonly in the Old Testament is shachah, and it means "to bow down." Psalm 95:6 perfectly illustrates that posture: "O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the LORD our maker."

I don't know if it's this way in your place of worship, but we don't usually sit when we sing, when we offer our physical praise to God. (And for the record, that's all fine and good. God's certainly honored when we stand in reverence.)

Sometimes, though, His holiness and perfection generate a gravity intended to pull us to our knees, to humble us where we can only say, "LORD, I'm unworthy of Your love and generosity, but I accept You and all that You are."

That's when we worship with our knees to the earth. And that's an appropriate response when we feel unworthy of His goodness.

Beautiful Jesus
How may I bless Your heart?
Knees to the earth
I bow down to everything You are
Beautiful Jesus
You are my only worth
So I will embrace You always
As I walk this earth
-- "Knees to the Earth", Watermark

i sent myself flowers

2011-05-16T19:53:00.001-05:00

I have a slew of great friends. I've mentioned some on occasion, and how they're very cool people, because I'm only friends with cool people.

One of my childhood friends sends me hand-written thank you notes, Valentine's cards, Easter cards regularly. And she doesn't just sign her name, either. There's always a cherished note that's she's taken some time to write. I just opened one from her in the mail today, in fact. It gave my Monday a little lift.

Another one of my friends calls me sometimes for shoe advice. I mean, I love shoes, but I am no fashionista. Or she'll tell me, "I wish you were here to help me decorate." She says that to me, the girl who will wait months to make a furniture purchase, and only for the perfect bargain. She's a good friend, to make me feel like I'm way more sophisticated than I am.

I have a spontaneous friend who has never run a half marathon in her life, but is traveling to Providence (yes, Rhode Island) this summer with me to do it. How fun is that? I love a little adventurous spirit, don't you?

And this other friend I have, she told me tonight she sent flowers to herself.

Let that sink in, people.

She sent flowers to herself!

Is that not the most fantastic thing you've ever heard? She has done what single girls think about doing, but never really do. I love her for it.

Now, this isn't a direct quote, but trust me, I'm accurately representing the train of thought here:

"Well, it's been a down week, and no one else is going to do it, and I can afford it, and I had a coupon, so why not? They're coming to my office on Thursday, when I will have probably forgotten I even ordered them, and they will make me happy, and I can enjoy them all weekend. And they are red, so they will look great in my remodeled living room."

I'm telling y'all. My friends are keepers.