Oh the Things He Says

So the past few mornings the kiddo has been feeling a little rough. i guess he's deciding if he's getting sick. this does not excite me because around half of the church has strep throat right now. ick. the other half has a mysterious virus that i figured we'd already contracted and gotten rid of, but now i'm not so sure. he's not down and out, just a little puny around the momma, requiring extra hugs and cuddling, and this morning he had a little fever, nothing big.

Well, a couple mornings ago, i think his ear was bugging him and he had a headache. he had requested some ty-nol(tylenol) and was clutching the optimum comfort items...Dronkey Big and Dronkey Little. (there should really be some pics of those things at some point, they're legendary, really) it was time to head to Grandpatty's house, and get the day started, so we were headed into the garage and Matt hit the button to raise the garage door. in flooded lots of glorious morning sunshine, much to the dismay of the boy.

"It's bright!" he exclaimed.

"It sure is," i replied, "it's morning now."

"Well," he contemplated, aloud, "I just like the dark today."

that's my boy.

My Esophagus, It Still Burns

(forgive the image quality, please, it's from my phone)

In an attempt to become more culinarily enclined, i uncovered a recipe that sounded rather tasty. anything chickeny, cheesy, tortilla-y, and with a tiny bit of zip is pretty ok with us, so i set out to wow my husband(ok, that's just funny) and had planned to prepare this dish for a few nights. on monday, i had the chicken breast all thawed out in the refridgerator, and afraid it would spoil, i decided to cook it, even though i wasn't going to be making the mexican delight that night. i had decided upon poaching the chicken to keep it plump and juicy...which was new for me...and i might add it turned out rather well. it stored nicely in a container of broth until last night. the recipe called for some green chile's and that was it for spices. i didn't think that would really amount to much in the way of taste, and some reviews i found reinforced my assumption. so, instead of using a can of chiles i used rotelle. and i also added a tiny bit of cumin. mmmmm! it smelled quite devine as it cooked in all it's goodness. Nehem commented a few times as he gazed into the oven that he was quite ready to partake of momma's creation, and he was sure that his cars would be joining us for some dinner, too. oh, and also probably a motorcycle or two. sweet goodness, i could barely wait the 35 minutes for it to get all melty and gooey before whisking it out of the oven! once it was finally out, i served up Nehem's little bit in a bowl and let it cool, then plopped Matt's out and handed it over for the official taste test. He said he thought it was pretty good, but that i wouldn't like it, as it was rather, ummm, warm. i thought, surely, it couldn't be that bad, i eat his rotelle dip all the time, add in some chicken and tortillas and i'm in a tastebud dream! i finally joined the boys at the table and tested Nehem's to make sure it had cooled, and it was nice and unsteamy by then...he took a big bite and promptly asked for his milk. now, the boy usually doesn't mind zippage in his food and usually withstands a bit zestier food than his mother. i then tried mine, and the first bite wasn't sooo bad, but the second one made me cough and my eyes watered. it was a bit like the fire of hades was blazing in my mouth. poor Nehem, couldn't understand why his mouth was on fire. he kept asking me to blow on each bite, "leally, leally hard! momma." now, i can say a friend of ours had two nice helpings, he thought it was great. he's a big fan of spice and cheese. i didn't get to ask if he needed any tums during the night. i sure did.

Even in Exodus

i'm attempting to read the Bible in six months. let me just be honest and say it started out at a goal of six months. my first mini-goal was to get through Matthew, Mark, Genesis and Exodus in 2 weeks. at the end of my third week i've completed Matthew, Genesis and most of Exodus. it seems the detailed description of just how the tabernacle should be constructed has me a little less than overjoyed to plow ahead with the reading. in doing these readings together, it's kinda exciting to me to see the different prospectives. the beginning of it all...the fall of man, and the beginning of it getting put back together all at the same time. i understand Exodus is really about the beginning of God's covenant with His people, and how the next bunches of years were about showing them how they couldn't do it with rules and simply putting it, they needed a savior to do it for them. but, man...in the middle of winter, today, reading the exciting details of just how that tabernacle should be built...i just was not so thrilled. so, on facebook, i updated my status thusly: Bible reading in my cube...Exodus...how to be inspired by Tabernacle building instructions?

speaking of winter...what it is about this season that drains every bit of happy producing chemical from my body? oh, i know...it's the freezing cold temperatures for which i was not manufactured. it's the lack of decent sunshine. it's the general brown/grey color that every bit of vegetation displays. it's how, in middle tennessee, since it's so stinkin' cold, you still won't get any decent snow, and so you just get icky weather and nothing to show for it. sorry for the unloading of negetivity, but stick with me people, there is a point and it gets brighter here...in just a bit. to top it off, for whatever reason, shall we say (crazy, questioning voice) Saaataaaaan(???) i've been so inclined to revisit the tracie of decades past. drudging up old memories for which you think you've forgiven yourself and moved on only to realize that because we are creatures that simply cannot forget, sometimes we have to reforgive ourselves...makes for fun times. but, since that's what Jesus came to die for, that's kinda what i'm about...forgiving...even if it is ugly old me.

back to Exodus and my facebook status. one of my friends then replied, "proof that God cares about the details." this initially scared me. really? cuz if He cared that much about the tabernacle, the place He dwelt in with the Isrealites, then what does He think about His dwelling place in me?!?!? that thought was then followed by, "aaaaaaaaaaaaak!" and that's when He found me...not that He ever left. but that's when my cold little heart melted enough here in the middle of the winter to be still enough and listen. because Jesus already has it taken care of...He did die for me, and even if i'm still working on forgiving me, his blood is still covering me and God can look at me and see His perfect and holy Son.