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Since I read JettyBetty I’ve been tagged!

I am to answer any 5 of the following “if” questions. The “questions”:

If I could be a scientist…If I could be a farmer…If I could be a musician…If I could be a doctor…If I could be a painter…If I could be a gardener…If I could be a missionary…If I could be a chef…If I could be an architect…If I could be a linguist…If I could be a psychologist…If I could be a librarian…If I could be an athlete…If I could be a lawyer…If I could be an inn-keeper…If I could be a professor…If I could be a writer…If I could be a llama-rider…If I could be a bonnie pirate…If I could be an astronaut…If I could be a world famous blogger…If I could be a justice on any one court in the world…If I could be married to any current famous political figure…

If I could be a Scientist, I would create a super food that anyone could grow anywhere and wipe out world hunger.

If I could be a chef, I would never again burn a pan of water so badly that the pan melted onto the burner. (true story)

If I could be a bonnie pirate, I’d make sure Johnny Depp was my captain.

If I could be a world famous blogger, I would spread God’s message of forgiveness and love, and do my best to change the image of Christians.

If I could be a gardener, oh who am I kidding???

BTW, I’m already many of those things as a woman and a mother!

Virtual Cartwheels

I’m doing them right now! We are now the proud owners of a 24 x 63 Hacienda! Everything went smoothly at the closing, and we spent our first night in our new home. Benny and I stayed up late dreaming and planning out what and how we’re going to paint. 1970’s brown paneling doesn’t do it for us. We found the colors we liked, and bought the paint today. (Yeah Wal*Mart!) We were supposed to drive back to Buena Vista today since Benny’s parents were returning home from their trip, then all of us go back to Denver to paint on Saturday. However, Benny decided that he and Max would stay in Denver until Saturday to prep the house for paint. (Stinker!) So, I returned to B.V. with Zoe and Petey by myself. (We didn’t pack enough clothes and diapers to stay too.) I was a little nervous about the 3 hour trek back through the mountains, at night, in the snow, with Elk lurking in the hills, and people that lack the sense to turn their brights off when they see another vehicle coming. Alas, we arrived safely! Once again, having a cell phone was a security and a luxury I was VERY thankful to have.

So, it’s official…after months of prayer, worrying, prayer, crying, prayer, and did I mention prayer? We live in Denver and we’re a part of Dry Bones. We’re very excited and extremely grateful to everyone who has been praying with and for us. God bless you all! (Ya’ll for our southern friends):) I can’t wait to see what God’s going to do next!

Please pray for our friends Matt & Nikki Wallace as they travel to Texas to walk with Jeff Robinson for a few days. Remember him in your prayers too! He’s the guy walking from Galveston, TX to Denver to raise awareness and money for DBDenver. He’s wearing out his walking shoes pretty fast. Check out his website again at www.walkingtodenver.com .

House Closing

Since it is well past midnight, Today (Wednesday) we close on our house a 4 p.m. Please pray all goes well with sleazy sales guy and the previous owner, who we hear is a great guy. We would like to take possession of the house TODAY so we can prep it for painting before we move in next week. Lord, please let everything go smoothly for us! I’ll be back in blogland in a few days. Thanks for stopping by! Goodnight!

More on Friendship

Since I shared about Linda a few weeks ago, I don’t want you to think I’m going to profile all of my friends on my blog, because I’m not. There are a few I just feel like talking about, that’s all.

Mike had a post about Chris (his son) and Austin’s friendship since birth. I thought it was sweet, but I couldn’t relate. We moved a few times and I never really kept a continuous friend. I tried a few times, but it always seemed that I was more interested in the friendship than my “friend” was.

I would have to say my cousin Jodee is my oldest friend. We are 6 months apart in age, and as junior highers we became inseparable – well at church and camp anyway. We sure kept the phone lines busy too! We had the same last name, so everyone thought we were sisters. We remained close until college. We both went to York, but I was a grade ahead of her and we made different friends, and had different interests. She married my friend Brian, and now they have a wonderful family with two beautiful children, Addison and Hayden. We’ve been through our share of difficulties, including me almost losing her to meningitis. She’s still one of my favorite people in the world. She loves to tell the story of a Christmas when we were small. We were getting dressed for pictures and I was getting ready so fast that I put my underwear on over my pants – her mom has the picture to prove it. (there Jodee, now the whole world knows) It tickles me when we talk on the phone and she’ll ask the kids if they want to talk to Aunt Niki. She must love me like a sister too 🙂 I miss her so much!

Michelle was my college roommate. She was from Arizona, and me from Wisconsin. She was guarded, but funny. I was serious, but more than willing to tell my story to anyone who would listen, and able to freely share my opinions. ( Ha Ha – Some things never change!) She had never dated, and I was, well, experienced in that area. She was very conservative. I liked to buck the system. She came from a two-parent, never been divorced family, I came from a mess. I played sports, she played guitar. We were in different social clubs, and even different dorms our freshmen year. I don’t remember exactly how we became friends, I just know I don’t know what I would do without her in my life now.

As different as we were (and are) we had a lot in common too. We were both sopranos in the choir, members of the creative writing club, the Bible club, and eventually we were both dorm staff. We became really good friends, and formed an unbreakable bond. She taught me how to drive a stick-shift in her little white Ford Festiva. You know that took patience!
Michelle and I have laughed and cried through many of life’s tough lessons. I haven’ t seen her since Max was a baby, but every few months we spend hours on the phone catching up on our separate lives. Lastnight was that night. I’m thrilled that she’s planning a road trip this summer and I’ll get to see her again.

Tawnya is also a college friend. She is the third and final of my honorable mentions today. She is my artist friend and is Uber creative! Tawnya and I lived across the hall from each other and we were both members of the DOE club. (I’ll have to post about that again sometime) That’s where our bond began. She too was in choir and a lot of the same groups/clubs Michelle and I were in. We managed to keep in touch after York, and she even came through Indy to see me when I was pregnant with Max. This woman saved my sanity when we moved to Wichita. She was already living there and she is what made my transition so much easier. Unfortunately (or so I thought) she moved to Kansas City nine months after I arrived in Wichita. Although I was extremely sad, it ended up coming in handy when my family experienced not one, but two car accidents in the K.C. area! She is so easy to talk to and everytime we’re together we cover just about every subject there is. Of the three, she and I talk the most often. Somehow Tawnya and I switched lives. She wanted to marry a minister and settle down with kids. I wanted to be a career woman. We can look at each others lives and know God has a sense of humor. She is smart, creative, funny, beautiful, and loves the Lord. I’m so glad she’s my friend!

I have been very blessed with great friendships in my life. These three are the women I have known and been friends with the longest and most constant. They knew me when…(I was seventeen and had all the answers – was a promiscuous teenager – was loud and bossy, pick one)…and love me anyway!

How about you? Who are your oldest, closest friends?

Closer to the surface

After the deep thoughts of my last post, I want to skim a little closer to the surface for a minute. Here are some sweet thoughts on a sunny Saturday morning. (O.K. they aren’t all sweet.)

I have a new rock collection. Zoe thinks that every rock she brings in from outside is a special treasure meant just for me. Her sweet little girly girl smile complete with dimples melts my heart and I graciously accept her gifts. As my new collection continues to grow, I think about my other rock collection. A few years ago when Benny went on Trek, he brought me a heart shaped rock for every year we had been married. They varied in size and shape, but ALL had a heart like quality. I love them! A few weeks ago he took Max climbing on Grandma’s mountain (behind the house) and Max brought me back his first heart shaped rock. He was so excited as he placed it in my hand and told me all about it. Am I blessed or what??? If you visit our home in Denver, you will see my proud display of both collections. It makes you think about what makes a treasure a treasure, doesn’t it?

That same little girly girl was caught feeding her baby brother a spoon full of rocky dirt. When we asked why she was doing that, she said it was the ice cream she made, and asked me if I wanted some too. 🙂 Meanwhile Pete was happily shoveling it in his mouth and grinning. The story takes a terrible turn. We keep a bag outside for stinky diapers, which seems to be plentiful these past few days. Pete got it open and found his latest contribution. Let’s just say I’ve never been so grossed out, and that’s big for a woman who has caught newborn poopy in her hand to save a clean diaper…don’t ask…I was delirious from lack of sleep. As Pete would say in his 15 month old English…GUCKY!!!

(My family continues to be my biggest source of entertainment.)

I was reading my latest copy of U.S. News & World Report this morning and came across a blurb for an article. It was titled, “What I did on my multi-purpose summer vacation” followed by this blurb: Multi-tasking kids can find a program for every possible combination of interests; do-gooders can volunteer as far away as India. But take note: Even a fantastic experience may not impress college admissions officers. Wasn’t that encouraging? (Sarcastic ahem) I read the article by Diane Cole and was a little irritated at her approach at teens in general. Under a picture of teens carrying logs, the tagline reads, “Teen Paradox: At home they are too tired to pick up their room. On Landmark Volunteer programs, they measure joists and clear trails.” It was an interesting article, but I ‘m a little in your face about teen issues, and I could care less how volunteering and its details will look on college applications. I agree with the high school guidance counselor quoted in the article, “Do it because you believe in it.” I will never encourage a kid to volunteer because it looks good on an application. Can they really learn the lessons that come with volunteering when their focus is impressing others? Hmmm…
It did offer a link that helps teens find volunteer opportunities close to home. I haven’t checked it out yet, but here it is: www.networkforgood.org

Well, my treadmill, the laundry, and hungry, playing children are calling to me. Happy Saturday!