omelettes . . . goodness, it almost looks like spring! :)

2:38pm

I'm truly sorry for those of you who do not like mushrooms. :) Truly.

Today for lunch, Dad and I made omelettes. So of course, I minced the onion, sliced the mushrroms, and cracked the more-than-a-dozen eggs. And we have Havarti. Looks like the sort of stuff Mom, Anna and I got at the farmer's market last summer, homemade and everything. :) Good memories.

Here are the rest of the mushrooms. :)

Oh, can't forget the homemade butter. No, we did not use it all. Sheesh. That wasn't even the container we used...I just wanted a picture of this one because it was pretty. And made this morning by Bubby.

Can you say 'beautiful'? Yes. Today has went between somewhat-cloudy to a wonderful blue, but goodness. You can hang out with no socks and no sweater. Oh yeah. I love Spring.

Haha! No more snow on the ground. I know this wasn't wordless wednesday, so why am I using all my picture up? Ah....maybe I'll take some more. :)
One thing I'm glad of, and I've said before is: the vacuuming is done. For today. But Tuesday, thankfully, is the only day I have to. That's a pro of having lots of siblings. Because I. Do. Not. Like. Vacuuming.
But oh, well. It has to get done. And we cleaned out the freezer today, wow I don't know what's worse--cleaning the fridge, or cleaning the freezer. Thank goodness Dad and Ben did most of it. :) Love them.
Well. Little Danny should be here soon, and hopefully he and I will take a walk or something . . . since Anna, Mom, and Rachel are gone.
Almost done reading Violette Between! Love Alison's books. :)
Good day to you all, and hopefully soon I'll get my clever blogging bug back. I don't feel very clever lately. But it's all the fault of this darn sore throat that --thank God!-- is finally going away after being with me since Saturday. I hate sore throats. Don't know if I've mentioned that before. :)

Oh, and P.S.: Dad is loving the Operation Firebrand series by Jefferson Scott. :) He's almost done with the first book...what, has he been reading it a week? Somewhere around there. Or less. Surprising, with his wake-up-at-3:30am-schedule. So proud of him. I knew he'd love them. And yeah, someday I will, for sure, nab them off Amazon or something . . . :) Now for a mug of coffee; the first since Saturday and the start of that horrid sore throat. :) I linked to the series of 3 books on OF, Jefferson, and Scott. :) Just so ya know...it goes in order, if you ever read them.

a few questions answered.

Okay. I'm celebrating 21 Followers. :)
I have been blog-hopping a lot lately; it comes from feeling not too good and sitting ahem, resting a lot.So I saw this dear lady's post and thought I'd do it...since it's a bit different than most you find on the web/blogosphere. :)

1. What's your favorite Easter candy? Eh....I'm in it for the chocolate. Snickers, etc.

2. Who do you think is cleaner..men or women? Psh, that is one weird question. I dunno. There's equal chances for either to be cleaner than the other. What the heck.

3. Which do you prefer..wordy blog posts or ones with pictures? Hm. I love posts with equal amounts, though I definitely fail in the picture department a lot of the time, and then sometimes I'm on the ball...

4. Were you popular in highschool? It depends. I have a lot of friends, mostly out-of-state, and also mostly really good ones . . .

5. What's your bra size? No comment.

6. How many states have you lived in? Only one. So far.

7. What's one blog you read every day? Christopher and Tia, Jana, Lemonade-Makin'-Mama, Farmgirl Paints . . . Whenever I think of it, Leanna's . . . and whoever I Follow that posts. :)

8. Peanut butter or Nutella? Peanut butter, crunchy. Nutella, once in a while. A bit too much sugar...but I like both.

what time of day are you? quiz thingy.

Hello everyone. I'm not going to be very interesting today, but read on. (har har)
I took this quiz while blog-hopping.
Ha. Ha. Very interesting: http://www.blogthings.com/whattimeofdayareyouquiz/

And what do I turn out to be?

You Are Midnight

You are more than a little eccentric, and you're apt to keep very unusual habits.

Whether you're a night owl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence - you like to
experiment with your lifestyle.
Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking
about the world and your place in it.
You enjoy staying home, but that doesn't mean you're a hermit. You also appreciate
quality time with family and close friends.

True. I'm usually up kind of late, either reading, writing, or cleaning. Last night, though, I was in bed by 10ish. That's kind of early for me. But I needed it. And tonight I'll try for that time again, because staying up late doesn't make a sore throat feel any better. Really, it doesn't.
Green tea and rest are calling me.
Until next time. :)

i will not be swayed.

6:33pm
I have nothing to say tonight.
God is still good. You can't sway me otherwise. Even with all I've seen. Hopeless-in-need-of-a-miracle . . . I know that He is good. And He is with us.
I've prayed, watched, talked, and been silent today. Someday I might write about it.
That's all I have to say for tonight. I'm off to change into pj's and eat homemade pizza with my family. The least you can do is open your eyes to what you have, like family and love, and . . . enjoy it. Because there a lot who don't have that. There are a lot who are more {broken, lonely, hurt, betrayed, suffering, rich, pitiful --take any word--} than us. So, we need to buck up and enjoy life. Stop making it so hard for other people.

Mountains high
Valleys low
These are the things
That makes us grow
But all I want to know
Is if You can hear me
And all I want to know
Is if your still there
So I can feel Your love
Wash over like rain
I could feel Your joy
In the midst of this pain


Seasons change
Well, I change too
Like spring and summer
And I fall to You
And all I want to know
Is if You can heal me

And all I want to know
Is if You're still listening God
And all I want to know
Is if You're still there, God

I believe
I said, I believe
No one's gonna take away that from me

Seasons change
Well, I change too
Like spring and summer
And I fall to You
[Phillip Larue; Mountains High Valleys Low] note:this is just part of the lyrics.

life, quotes and suffering.

Sometimes you can help it if you're touched and changed and blessed by someone suffering more than you by far.
I was, just this afternoon. And on the way home, I held Lyd close and sang songs with her.
Because sometimes that's all you can do.
That's how you can react, especially when your "outlook on life" (sorry to be using such an over-used phrase) has just been changed, impacted, and pointed upward, outward and lastly inward. But not to admire oneself and plan the next thing to do and be noticed; rather, to examine and choose to Love more. So I chose to Love Lyddie.
Because she was within reach, and sometimes one forgets what's right in front of oneself, and misses the chance to impact a life with love before it has already grown.
I want to be remembered as that loving sister.
And I can only try my best, and I'm just starting to work on it, and asking God's help a ton.
And now I have to stop ranting on this, otherwise I'll feel even worse next time I fail . . . and get back up. And reach out. Or is it the other way around?

But pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.
[C.S. Lewis]

And forgive me, but I googled "C.S. Lewis suffering quotes", and I got this along with it:

A newborn child has to cry, for only in this way will his lungs expand. A doctor once told me of a child who could not breathe when it was born. In order to make it breathe the doctor gave it a slight blow. The mother must have thought the doctor cruel. But he was really doing the kindest thing possible. As with newborn children the lungs are contracted, so are our spiritual lungs. But through suffering God strikes us in love. Then our lungs expand and we can breathe and pray.
[Sadhu Sundar Singh]

Hmmmm. Talk about thought-provoking. And true.

This is the lovely source: http://www.tentmaker.org/Quotes/sufferingquotes.htm