dinner

Yesterday I cooked bacon for the first time in my life.

And, you know what? I kind of liked it!



This may seem a little weird, but it actually feels like quite an accomplishment for me.

Here is a little background info: after diagnosing my grocery list of things I was allergic to before sixth grade, I suddenly was sworn from eating wheat, corn, or pork. I have to admit that eliminating pork from my diet was the easiest thing to be rid of, but it did not come with its own disadvantages.

Hence, the act of cooking bacon for the first time at twenty-two years of age.
Again, this may seem a bit strange to be considered a thing worth remembering, but as I consider myself a fairly knowledgeable cook, cooking bacon was actually a new feat for me! Like making a four course meal, I had to learn a thing or two before I ventured into cooking bacon for the first time.

Now, I'm not going to tell you now that bacon is my favorite food, or that it should be added to more food. Nope. I'm simply going to say, for the first time, I ate bacon. And I actually liked it.

Now,
Enough of that.



Yesterday, I made a BLT. It was AWESOMEsauce. Chunky tomatoes, crisp bread, fresh lettuce, and yummy bacon. A little salt n peppa on the tomatoes and it was golden! Golden I tell you!

Aaaand here is where I end.

Oh my!

How fun it is to hula hoop with a two year-old!

First, they are intrigued by the vibrantly colored hoops.
Some are bright blue, others a merry green, and still others are a cheery yellow!

And then............
..............some are sparkly, and striped, and shine in the sun!!

How fun!

Secondly, making the hoop move around one's hips is a rather difficult task that must be attacked with as much vigor and enthusiasm as possible!
- One may choose to 'wind up' and then let the hoop fall after counting to three. (While throwing up one's hands and making a loud noise or smiling :)
- Or, one can whip the hoop around, and then suddenly start a swaying motion in the knees and hips AFTER the hoop is on the ground :)

- Or (one of the most fun options), one can even help out the movement of the hoop by twirling around after letting it go.
By 'winding up,' swaying/rocking one's hips, and then spinning one's body around in circles, making a hula hoop move is even more fun!
(Of course, you may find yourself repeatedly falling down after this last action. Simply get back up and do it again! It's fun! Oh, and don't forget to grin the whole time!)


If moving a hula hoop on one's hips simply is not very appealing (or possible), there are always countless other things to do with a hula hoop.

For instance, it is quite fun to place two hula hoops side by side. After having a friend stand in the one next to yours, you can then take turns switching places by stepping into the opposite hoop, and then back into yours. Of course, this may make a taller person quite dizzy if they forget to look up once in awhile :)

Also, one can also take a hula hoop in each hand and run around. This adds up to countless hours of fun- especially when you yell, shout, or make some other loud noise while running. 'Run' is a good option for yelling while running.
-Look out for the tendency for your feet to step on the hoops and make you lose your balance if you are a little person. This will add up to countless falls and precarious trips. Do not worry though. Fun can be restored after continuing to pick up the hoops, running around, and yelling loudly!


Even still, there is another option for the hula hooping impaired individuals.
By simply holding a hula hoop in one hand while doing some other sort of action, one can engage in the hula hooping fun without even having to display one's problems of keeping the hoop on one's hips!
(This is usually the safest option. No tripping, falling, or dizziness of any kind......usually :)


All in all, hula hoops are quite fun for two year-olds, and can prove to be fun for those of all ages.
One note: the movement of moving the hoop around one's arm is not achieved by placing the hoop over one's arm and shrugging one's shoulder :)

And might I add that it is also strangely ironic that making a hula hoop stay on one's hips is as difficult for a two year-old as a twenty-two year-old?!
(Just a little tid bit of info :)

Simply put, a hula hoop for a two year-old is more than a toy, it is an adventure!



Oh, to look at the world through the eyes of a two year-old!

Going down slides, playing in the sand, and squishing one's fingers in play dough is also enormous fun for a two year-old.

And sometimes there are simply too many adventures for a person of this age.
Nap time cannot come quickly enough. Sometimes one may try to nap but then pesky adults have amazing ideas such as eating lunch, washing one's hands and face, and choosing to NOT fall asleep in one's lunch. (Oh! the nerve!)

Okay God,

....you got me thinking!

I want to know my holy discontent so badly that sometimes I feel that I'm simply choosing it sometimes. When I hear someone speak about something that they are passionate about, I find myself relating, nodding my head, and thinking 'yes! Something does need to change!'

Hmmmm......yes, I'm struggling but I'm getting there. And okay, God. I have a few ideas and I think that this might be one of them. I mean, I'm already a super shopaholic and impulse shopper, so maybe this is what you're trying to tell me? Along with being a good steward of my money for the advantages it brings for my future, maybe I should be a good steward of the items that I am buying.


So, here it is...enjoy and be changed, forever.

Not at Target

While visiting my friend at the children’s hospital that she works at, there was a loud noise and flashing lights that went off in the main lobby area. The intercom said that there was a code red.
After some people walked in, a woman looked at me and said irritatingly, “Why is that noise going off?!” (You could just hear the disgust dripping in her voice.)
Her friend said, “It’s because we walked in through these doors.”

‘Right,’ I thought, ‘that’s exactly what happened.’ Think about it, noises go off like that at a store if someone shoplifts. Think about why people are in hospitals. I don’t think it is to shop.

We weren't at a Target.

So...uh....yeeaaah

At work today, a student sat at a table nearby so that he could plug his computer in. After talking with a fellow tutor for a long time, he packed up his stuff, turned to me, and then said, "Enjoy your time." And then he turned a walked away!

It was so amazingly strange!


I mean, what do you say to that and what does it even mean?

I was off work by that time so as I was gathering my things, I said in a quiet voice, "Okay. CREEP!"

Sooo yeah.... that was all. Just a super strange story.
I simply had to write this one down so that I won't forget it!

Shh....

Shh...don't tell! I sneaked in a Klondike bar before eating dinner!!

:)

I put water on the stove to boil and then popped in a little Heath Klondike bar as I watched the Office while waiting for the water to boil :)

Oh yes, I felt sneaky!

Who says you can't have dessert before you have dinner?! Not me!!

Re: Saturday

In Christ alone my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This Cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My Comforter, my All in All
Here in the love of Christ I stand

In Christ alone, who took on flesh
Fullness of God in helpless babe
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones He came to save
‘Til on that cross as Jesus died
The wrath of God was satisfied
For every sin on Him was laid
Here in the death of Christ I live

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ

No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
‘til He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand

I will stand, I will stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground
Is sinking sand