Name That Song

The Rules:

1. Please DO NOT guess in the comment section. E-mail me (see my profile page for my e-mail address).
2. I really send a prize, so be honest and fair.
3. Previous winners may still play.
4. Be the FIRST to e-mail me with the correct song title & artist and win.
Good Luck!

This month's lyric is:


Open the door
And show me your face tonight
I know it's true
No one heals me like you
And you hold the key

Never again
would I turn away from you
I'm so heavy tonight
But your love is alright
And I do believe

That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly
You won't give up on me

Travel Companions

Well, I’m not used to traveling alone. I was very excited at the prospect of going on a weekend trip to my sister’s baby shower all alone. Even the plane ride promised to be good reading time (which comes few and far between at this little spot in my life). Alas, it was not to be. My body couldn’t handle this alone time and took the liberty of creating a new life to join me on my trip. That’s right. This new life joined me on my chin in the form of an enormous zit. One that had its own face and weather system. It talked when I talked. It ate when I ate. It met new people when I met new people. It hugged family members when I hugged family members, mocking me all the while.

Next weekend, I have the rare opportunity of traveling alone once again. This time, to my other sister’s baby shower. The old life on my chin has begun to fade, but it has called for help and a new life has come to take the place of the old. Traveling alone is not to be at this stage of life. Nature cries against it, screaming, “No! You are a young mother of three. Others at this stage of life do not boast of this opportunity—especially twice in one month. It is not your time to travel alone. You must be the care giver as you were meant to be.”

So, as I embark on my journey into the sky, do not be afraid to greet my travel companion as you greet me. It is just nature’s way. I will embrace my duties as a care giver. I will embrace my job to clean and pamper and feed. It is not a duty that lasts forever. Or is it? Ah, maybe this is the lesson I am supposed to learn. I will never be duty-free again. Becoming a mother has made me into a new and forever changed person—one who will always clean and feed and pamper, whether it is my own children, other people’s children, or nature’s children. Okay, okay. I will embrace it forever more, sheesh! (Isn’t there an easier, less embarrassing way to learn life lessons?)

Pictures:





I missed my plane after the shower! Oops. Well, the good part was that I got an extra night with my family.


Kara's shirt says "ask, then touch." A gift from Krista.


Here we all are--"the nuclear family," as David says--playing and laughing. The tooth fairy and the Easter Bunny were both on thier way to this house on the same night!

Setting the Scene

Tears streaming down my face.

The words “There’s a place for us…” flying through music in the air.

My children looking at me with wide eyes: “Why do you watch this, mommy?”

Can't win 'em all

Well, I’m not a finalist in that contest I told you guys about, so I’m going to post a couple pages. (raspberries on them) Here are two of the twelve pages I entered.



And here are the details:





This luggage tag reads: Toothfairy 1 Incisor Lane Molarville, USA







Page 2:





This is a clear bag, framed with some of Anna’s special things in it. A couple rings and a little heart that Grammie gave her that she has always kept.





This mini-envelope holds a story. For the text of the story, click here.



Maybe I’ll post more later, I don’t know. But you guys should check out Cottage Road Designs, there are some new posts!

Sticky Situation

It had been a long day, and the kids were finally in bed. I had gotten particularly comfortable on the couch and had started reading my book. When I read a book, I can’t put it down. I don’t want to move, I just want to focus completely and soak in the words without interruption. (This sometimes gets me in trouble with my family as a consequence of my neglect toward their well being and hunger) Well, soaking it in, I was, except there was one thing annoying me. For some reason I had a sticky spot on my finger. I took a quick glance up and there was an old glass of water on the side table. Perfect—the lazy man’s way, but perfect just the same. I stuck my little finger into the water and washed the stickies off with that. I didn’t even have to get up! I hardly had to move at all! A few pages later, I realized that my finger was just as sticky, so without even looking up, my finger went back into the water, a little deeper this time just to make sure. Well, for some reason my tactic wasn’t working. After several times of the lazy man’s way, I ended up with more and more of my hand in the glass, making sure to soak it more thoroughly as to fix my little problem. Finally, when I couldn’t take it any more, I heaved a great sigh of annoyance and got up from my little haven and went to wash my hands properly with soap and water. I sat down, satisfied that all annoyances were gone, and dove back into my book.

A few minutes later, Jake came into the room and says, “Hey, did you drink some of my ginger ale?” “No,” I reply without glancing up from my book, and before I know it, he grabs the glass of “water” that I was using as my mini hand washing station and gulps the whole thing down!

I just stared at him with my mouth hanging open. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him until weeks later, when he had obviously not been stricken with some horrible disease.

What about you, my fine friends—any sticky situations that you’re willing to share?