Suzie's kinda pretty, don't you think?

I should be taking notes...

Don't tell my Sunday school teacher that I was a bit bored in class yesterday.

So when Garret's teacher poked her head in and beckoned me with her eyes (non-romantically) I shuffled out a little too excitedly.

"We have a little problem"  She said with a grin.

sniff, sniff

"OK, thanks.  I'll have him back in class soon."

We strolled to the car slowly so to enjoy every drop of rain that tickled our faces.  Luckily I had just settled for a messy pony-tail that day.  From the car it was another walk to the garbage bins.  Garret, with a renewed freshness, wiggled and giggled next to me.  He had to pause to stomp on the cement walkway, tap a bush, and twirl once or twice.  Once inside we stopped to admire a glass door, the carpet, a drinking fountain, more carpet, a fake plant or two.  I nodded with a smile to the other people in the halls.  Garret greeted others with a grin or an arm flap.  And then he was back, welcomed by his classmates.

"Hi Garret!  Where did you go?"

(more Garret giggles)

Back with my classmates we had a nice discussion about how to be better teachers/leaders.  How to uplift our students and families.  How to apply the Gospel in our everyday lives.  I appreciated the reminder to study the scriptures daily so that we're better prepared for those sudden teaching moments.

And I'm glad I was prepared to learn from Garret when he took me twirling in the rain.

Emo Philips & a picture of Suzie

"Well, my brother says Hello. So, hooray for speech therapy."







"At my lemonade stand I used to give the first glass away free and charge five dollars for the second glass. The refill contained the antidote."

I was in San Fransisco once, walking along the Golden Gate Bridge, and I saw this guy on the bridge about to jump. So I thought I'd try to stall and detain him, long enough for me to put the film in. I said, "Don't jump!" and he turns... You've heard of the elephant man. He was kind of like that, he had a, well, you could say he had the head of a horse. And my heart went out to him. I said, "Why the long face?"
He said, "'Cause all my life people have called me mean names like horses-head or Flicka or chess-piece or Trigger..."
I said, "Well, don't worry about it, Ed. It can't be that bad."
He said, "Why was I put on this Earth?"
I said, "My friend, anywhere else you wouldn't stand a chance."
He said, "Nobody loves me."
I said, "God loves you, you silly ninny."
He said, "How do you know there's a God?"
I said, "Of course there's a God. Do you think that billions of years ago a bunch of molecules floating around at random could someday have had the sense of humor to make you look like that?"
He said, "I do believe in God."
I said, "Are you a Christian or a Jew?"
He said, "A Christian."
I said, "Me too. Protestant or Catholic?"
He said, "Protestant."
I said, "Me too! What franchise?"
He says, "Baptist."
I said, "Me too! Northern Baptist or Southern Baptist?"
He says, "Northern Baptist."
I said, "Me too! Northern Conservative Baptist or Northern Liberal Baptist?"
He says, "Northern Conservative Baptist."
I say, "Me too! Northern Conservative Fundamentalist Baptist or Northern Conservative Reform Baptist?"
He says, "Northern Conservative Fundamentalist Baptist."
I say, "Me too! Northern Conservative Fundamentalist Baptist Great Lakes Region or Northern Conservative Fundamentalist Baptist Eastern Region?"
He says, "Northern Conservative Fundamentalist Baptist Great Lakes Region."
I say, "Me too! Northern Conservative Fundamentalist Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1879 or Northern Conservative Fundamentalist Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1912?"
He says, "Northern Conservative Fundamentalist Baptist Great Lakes Region Council of 1912."
I said, "Die, heretic!" And I pushed him over!

-Emo

meh

During my turn staying up with Garret I've been passing the time with some memorization skills.  (There are 3 or 4 of you that will get this...)

Becky- bubbles
Garth- million dollar man
Tina- England
Scott- Nebraska
Kelly- ran a race in her SWEAT PANTS
etc, etc...

Well that is entertainment in itself but I've also made some coffee breakfast cake.  Burnt on the edges, perfection in between.  And while I'm enjoying that there is a little plastic goat staring at me from across the counter.  Suzi needs to put her toys away.

Do you see why I haven't blogged in a week??  My mind is mush and everything else is business as usual. 

I need a haircut.

Becky- bubbles
Garth- million dollar man
Tina....

late night reviews

So recently I've had good luck with the movies.  So I'm sharing it with THE WORLD.

Whip It-  I've been ordering girlfriends to go see this one.  (Phase 1 in forming my own roller derby team...)  The main actress is the girl from Juno and she is perfect.  The dynamics with her mother are so well done.  I'm also a BIG fan of Julliette Lewis though I'm not familiar with many of her movies.  (She's incredible in The Other Sister.  Have you seen it??  You've GOT TO.) 

The Other Sister- 'Cause I just thought of it...

The Maiden Heist-  This one is strangely charming.  The magic is the combination of Morgan Freeman, Christopher Walken, and the other guy.  (Can't remember his name, but he's delightful.)  If you're not yet a HUGE fan of Walken, then this movie ought to convert you.  

Sweet Land- I've seen this twice now and I'll see it again I'm sure.  Oh my goodness.  It's a slow, sweet, funny, heart warming, thoughtful, GOOD, independent film.  Those of you who've seen it- didn't you LOVE the scenes with that squeaky bottom stair step?? haha!  And did you cry at that one scene?  You know you did...

WARNING: The latter two have bare-bottom scenes that are so funny...

Have you seen these?  Do you agree with my review?  Any recent favorites you want to tell me about?


Yes, I'm up late again.  My son is ummmmm...  cute.


P.S.  The last post was on the 1-year anniversary of the blog.  One year of consistent journaling!  YAY ME!

Superwomen in need of capes...

18 MILES!!!

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.