with our powers combined...

I remember a conversation I had with sis-in-law, Anna.  We were discussing our design styles.  She is warm and welcoming traditional-tuscan and I aaaaamm.... 

(We had trouble defining my decorating taste.)

Well Anna, I'VE GOT IT!! 



I am Emily Henderson.


Feel free to call me Em.

Genius how she's bold without overdoing it.

 

I'm drooling over those leather sling-armed chairs...

A little vintage, a little retro, a little casual, a little surprising...  Her spaces just look/feel easy.  Not easy to do, but easy to live.  

Know what I mean?

 

Emily sitting in the room that gave her the win on HGTV's Design Star.

SO, I'm doing what I can to entice her to my home for some charity decorating.  (I left a comment on her blog offering to make her some of my divine cinnamon roles.)  But I'm hoping that if any of my friends out there ever get to meet her, would you put in a good word for me???  I'd appreciate it.

Because together, we can make this happen.

All for one?

So Brenda built an army.

...An army of misfits?

And they are going up against the evil emperor Extinguish-Head.

Good luck brave misfits...

helpless

Yesterday I made a sudden trip up to Doernbecher's Children Hospital.  Little baby M's body had crashed so badly that the doctors were telling the family to be prepared.  We (Sara, Anna, and I) grabbed our cameras and prayed together for the strength to not "fall apart".

His parents were so tired but relieved that he was now stable.  They welcomed us in, cameras and all, with warm smiles and updates.   I know very little about Krabbe's Disease, but I know it is dreadfully scary.

He is so little (even with the puffiness).  You look at this beautiful, chubby baby and just want him to "coo" and giggle.  It felt so unnatural.

 I suppose "helpless" is not the right title.  There has been a tremendous surge of prayers and assistance from the church and the community.   Our hearts ache for this family, but there is strength in knowing that our loving Heavenly Father has a plan for Baby M, his (similarly-diagnosed) brother, and all of us.  And though I can't begin to understand the suffering that this family is experiencing, I know that God understands.

What a glorious gift that is.

Please pray for Baby M!

another running post

How pathetic of me to be so frustrated this morning!

I had high hopes for this morning's 10k.  Soaring speeds?  A new personal record??

With all my recent running I didn't think I was being silly to hope.

There were a few factors that played into this being one of my worst times as of yet-  Still getting over the cold.  Not much sleep.  Needing a bathroom for the last 5 miles...  So I left the park just poo-pooing the whole event. 

Silly, silly Lindsay...

Later today I almost teared up at the uproar on facebook and shout-outs on fellow runner's blogs.  I cheered over the fun pictures and ribbons won.  For a few friends, it was their first big event.  For some, it was a continued triumph with ribbons and time.  

And for me

it is the joy of being part of something I love, surrounded by people I love.

So my tune changed.

This morning was AWESOME!

And come Monday morning I'll be clamoring to get out on my beloved country roads for some more...

(pre-run bathroom trip NOT neglected)

HOORAY!!!

a little indulgence

SICK SICK SICK.  

We've all been sick.  Here it is Friday afternoon and I think I've had about 9 hours of sleep all week.  Exaggeration?  OK, maybe a tad.  But I'm pooped and needless to say, grumpy.

So to cheer myself up this post is going to be a list of some of my pet peeves. 

Then I'm gonna have some ice-cream.  

Ready?

Here we go: 

printed words on pants' bottoms  (Come ladies, let's have some class...)

milk left out  (To me, it's ruined after about 10 minutes.)

using the "word" LURRRVE to express extreme love  (lame)

anyone, for any reason, protesting at a funeral  (that's just cruel)

actors giving thanks to God while accepting an award for their shameful, immoral movie role (really?)

cereal's listed serving size as 1/3 cup (REALLY??)

spiders thinking that my casa is their casa  (Get your own casa.)

water up my nose

babies with pierced ears

a tin full of pens and having trouble finding one that writes

All this list-making has made me feel refreshed!  Why is that?  Maybe now you're all feeling tense and frustrated and you know how misery loves company... 

Oh I'm obnoxious.

P.S.  Any of my dear friends who wear pants with words on their butts, or like old milk, or plan on protesting my funeral... we can still be friends.  I'll just be rolling my eyes behind your back...

I may have something here...

Last Friday it was 17 miles.

Next, it'll be 18.

Then a leap to 20. 

You know, this marathon training isn't so bad if you got a mommy with you...

None of the books recommend one, so consider this a page out of my book-

Marathon Training: by Lindsay

(Dedicated to my mom, of course.)

P.S.  This post is dedicated to Garret who will be up all night thanks to the cold that messed up his fragile sleeping schedule.  Maybe I'll just go do some yoga.  Cross training at 1 am?  awesome.