Please Silence Your Cell Phones . . .

"Please silence your cell phones!"

It runs across the screen at the movie theater, it's announced at meetings and written on signs in my doctor's office. And I always respond, a little self-righteously, "Who are these yahoos who need to be told to silence their cell phones in a place where quiet is called for?"

Which brings me to this past Sunday morning. My wonderful pastor was preaching. He had our total attention. He is so gifted in making God's Word real and relevant, and we were all on the edge of our seats . . . taking it all in as he brought his message to a close.

When all of a sudden a cell phone went off.

A cell phone in the 3rd row.

A cell phone set on medium high.

A cell phone with a ring that could only be described as a dance tune.

A cell phone in my purse.

da-da-da-da-da (cha-cha) da-da-da-da-da-da-da

I flopped wildly over in my seat to grab the phone in my purse and silence it, of course signaling to the entire church who the cell phone offender was. I could feel my family withering with humiliation on both sides of me.

But where was the phone? In truth, I can't find my phone in my cavern of a purse on a good day; why should I be able to find it in church . . . on the third row . . . in a scene of meditative quiet.

Mad digging in purse. Empty Orbit gum pack . . . no. Super Aqueous contact solution . . . no. Aloe-based sunscreen, Colgate toothpaste, reminder card from the children's dentist . . . no, no, no. Oh, something hard and cold . . . no, that's my digital camera.

Mercifully, cell phones only ring so long, and then with an exaggerated "twang" they quit, letting you know you have missed your call . . . and letting the entire congregation know they can now return to listening to the pastor.

The call was from a friend. A friend who forgot I was in church. A friend who wanted to know if I would attend an event with her. A friend with whom I will not be attending any events for the rest of my life. Just kidding . . . just kidding!

Bless his heart, the pastor soldiered on, totally ignoring the interruption, as we all learned to do in Speech 101. No one said anything to me about it after the service. In fact, come to think of it, no one even made eye contact.

So, in answer to the question, "Who are those yahoos who need to be told to silence their cell phones in a place where quiet is called for?"

I reply with freshly aquired humility, "Those yahoos are me."

Updo's, Braids, and Loops

Wouldn't you just love to have your own, personal hairdresser living right under your own roof, taking special "do" requests, making your hair look adorable every day?




Youngest Daughter lives in such lap of luxury. And blessed Oldest Daughter does her best to satisfy all hair desires of this child, as well as add some creative touches of her own.

Wanting the All-American-Girl-Next-Door look?


Then it's ponytails!

Needing a little elegance to go along with your brand, new summer sundress?

Introducing the elegant updo, featuring twists, flips, clips, and bows.

Wanting to add a little funky to your everyday ponytails?

Bring on loops!!

Just read Pippi Longstocking?

We're all about braids!

Can't decide what in the world to do with your hair today?

Leave it in the hands of the creative master, who comes up with the 3-in-1 triple braid.

I always knew I wanted a sister, and every day with these two reminds me exactly why!

Would You Like Paper or Plastic . . . or Cotton?

Time for a new knitting project. I think this will be fun and usable.

Don't you hate the guilt when you walk into Earth Fare or Whole Foods? The register monitors tell you:

Plastic bags will take 3,000 years to break down in our landfills.

It costs more to recycle and ship paper bags than it does to recycle plastic.

Plastic bags release toxins into the earth.

Ack! My solution is going to be soft and reusable and a beautiful golden yellow.

Here's the yarn:

And here's the pattern:

Source: http://www.purlbee.com/

I think this will be fun, and it will make me smile every single time I walk by those monitors!

Source: www.purlbee.com

Wherein I Learn to Make Tabbouleh at the Hands of a Master

Yolla is leaving for Lebanon at the end of this week. ::sniff:: But not without a parting gift to me. Yolla announced last week that she would be teaching me to make tabbouleh. Not asked if I wanted to learn, mind you. Announced. And I loved it!

I was given a list of ingredients to have ready:

(oops, this picture should have some olive oil in it too!)

And when Yolla arrived at 1:30 p.m. on the appointed day, everything was waiting in readiness. I felt rather like a school child waiting for a home visit from her teacher. And maybe that's because all her life Yolla has been a teacher and a school administrator. Those kinds of people do tend to make me try to stand a little straighter.

Yolla surveyed my kitchen as an artist would someone else's studio. A swift glance around, and she was ready to take charge. She looked over my waiting ingredients and pronounced them good. Solid B+. She pushed up her sleeves and got to work.

"You have washed the parsley?" (insert strong Middle Eastern accent when Yolla is speaking)

"Uh, no." Shoot. Down to a C-.

"You have washed the onions and tomatoes?"

"Uhhhh, no, coming right up." Things were going downhill.

"You have a lemon juicer?"

"Uh, well, no." How could I tell her my fresh lemon juice usually comes out of a very large green bottle.

"You don't have a lemon juicer? Then you will show me how you plan to juice the lemon."
(Hands on hips . . . waiting.)

Fortunately I remembered a random cooking show where they showed you how to juice a lemon by cutting the lemon in half, holding the blade of the knife up against the flesh of the lemon, and squeezing the lemon so the juice drips down the blade. I performed this, all the while trying to appear confident.

I think I saw Yolla give a slight sniff.

Now, down to the business of chopping of the tomatoes and green onions. I scrambled to record the measurements as Yolla worked.

Next up, the highlight of the tabbouleh, the parsley. This was the tricky part, Yolla explained. She took each stalk individually . . . each stalk of 2 full bunches of parsley . . . and laid them in bundles for chopping. And then with a very practiced hand and with my sharpest, largest knife (that has been known to trim off the ends of thumbs and fingers with regularity) whizzed through all that parsley . . . left hand moving quickly back away from the knife, right hand chasing the left, chopping away with the knife, tiny specks of deep green parsley left in its wake.

There is a reason I couldn't get a clear picture here. The hands were moving too fast.

Apparently the ability to finely chop parsley for tabbouleh was a prized skill back in Yolla's day. The finer the parsley, the more clever was said to be the girl. And, one can only imagine, more marriagable! Nowadays, we put a food processor on our wedding registry and call it a day.

Yolla had brought her bag of bulghur wheat and added it in, along with the spices, juice, and oil.

Then we stirred and got forks and tasted and tweaked and tasted. And oh, mmmmmmm, it was scrumptious!! We sat on the couch and I listened to stories of the Lebanese war and life in Beiruit. And I felt full body and soul.

Oh, delicious, delicious tabbouleh. My family won't touch you with a 10-foot pole, so you're mine . . . all mine!!

Don't tell Yolla, but after she left I ate half the recipe on Tostitos tortilla chips. Somehow I don't think she'd approve.

Yolla's Lebanese Tabbouleh

1/2 cup finely ground bulghur wheat

3 tablespoons of water

1 very large tomato or 2 medium tomatoes

6 large green onions or 8 small green onions

2 bunches of fresh parsley

1/2 teaspoon lemon zest

1/4 teaspoon pepper

3/4 teaspoon salt

1/4 cup fresh lemon juice (I won't tell if you use the bottle!)

1/4 cup olive oil.

Mix water and bulghur together in a large bowl. Chop tomatoes. Thinly slice green onions. Add to bulghur and stir well. Very finely chop 2 bunches parsley (not the stalks, just the leaves). Stir well again. Add remaining ingredients, stirring after each addition. Allow tabbouleh to sit for an hour so the bulghur can soak up the juices. Eat in romaine boats (Lebanese-style) or with tortilla chips or pita chips (American-style).

Winner - "Favorite Things Giveaway"

Wow! I loved all your sweet comments on the 100th Post. Thank you.

But onto more important matters . . . winner of the giveaway!

I used a Random Number Generator for complete, utter, and total accuracy, and it tells me the winner is:

#10!!

And #10 just so happens to be:

LACEY

who blogs at

PONDERING PARENTING

Check out her blog. With 6 kids (and 5 of them age 6 and under!) there is never a dull moment. Lacey makes me laugh and I love the way she thinks and writes!

Lacey, just e-mail me (look on blog sidebar) and let me know if you want chocolate hazelnut or cranberry pecan biscotti or a mixture of both.

More "favorite things" giveaways to come! I can't think of anything more fun than sharing some of my favorite things with you!!

Have a wonderful weekend.

Painting and Perspective

There's nothing like 93 degree weather, splinters in your knees, and the smell of oil-based stain to give you a little perspective.

The Man of the House left us with instructions to please stain the deck. I immediately nominated Oldest Son and Middle Son to help out. Oooh, it is good to have a homegrown labor force.

Oldest Son does not complain. He plunges in to the work like a mule resigned to the plow and gets going. I heard him once mutter, "Could this be any more uncomfortable?" as he balanced on one knee, a heel, and the palm of his right hand while painting with his left. But the rest was head down, nose to the grindstone. Hard worker.

(wait, I just complimented you for working . . . were you really just listening to music?)

Middle Son does complain . . . and loudly. He questioned everything. Why we hadn't hired someone for this horrific job, why we hadn't rented a sprayer, why we chose an oil-base over a latex base, why having a deck was preferable over exiting the back door and jumping into open air. This probably means he will be a brilliant problem solver in the future, but for today it just meant I had to answer too many questions and justify too many decisions.

My blood started to boil . . . right along with the mercury in the outdoor thermometer. My mind went on a little tirade about ungrateful, selfish children.

However, when it was all over my complainer's section was well done and thorough . . . followed instructions to the letter . . . stain beautifully applied. Job well executed.

On the other hand, I had to call my cheerful worker back to get the stain down in between the cracks. I had given very specific instructions about that. The instructions appeared to have been completely ignored (maybe he hadn't heard me over his i-pod!!).

My blood started to boil . . . right along with the mercury in the outdoor thermometer. My mind went on a little tirade about ungrateful, selfish children. (Wait, this is starting to sound familiar.)

However, when I called my cheerful worker back and showed him his error, he responded beautifully. "Sure, Mom." He got to work in the, by now, blazing afternoon sun. Not a complaint. Redid his work. Got it right this time.

Okay, I'm getting it. It's living with imperfection again. Seeing my kids' strengths. Appreciating them. Seeing my kids' weaknesses. Accepting them, giving grace, watching God grow and change them, knowing none of us will ever be perfect this side of Heaven. Letting the grumbling roll off my back and loving the job well done. Patiently accepting slivers of board left unstained and loving the heart that is willing to work.

No, there's nothing like 93 degree weather, splinters in your knees, and the smell of oil-based stain to give you a little perspective on this business of mothering . . . of loving . . . of living with imperfection.

(p.s. Don't forget to leave a comment on the giveaway if you'd like to be entered!! Ends at midnight Friday.)

100th Post and "Favorite Things" Giveaway!!

Wow!! Five months have gone by and I'm already to my 100th post!! My short-lived blogging journey has been interesting and fun and thought-provoking.

Here are a couple of mosaics of some good memories:




Indulge me with one more mosaic!



These pictures bring back a smile or a smirk or a sigh!

After my brief 5 months of blogging, I have a list of 5 things I love about blogging:

1. Blogging is a great way to chronicle what's going on in our lives on a daily basis. I certainly wasn't doing this kind of journaling before!!

2. You readers have been a blast! You make me laugh, give great advice and give me little peeks into your own world. It's so enjoyable to meet people from all over the globe whose lives you would never touch without this amazing, slightly surreal, world of blogging.

3. My commitment to "finding humor, beauty, and joy in the everyday-ness of life" has required me to keep my eyes "peeled" to actually find these treasures. And as a result, I've been richly rewarded in the finding.

4. Blogging is a wonderful, creative outlet when I've had just a little too much vacuuming of dog hair out of carpets, collecting wet towels from various corners of the house, or scraping burnt waffles out of the waffle iron (please tell me why I should have to grease a non-stick appliance!)

5. Blogging gives me something to do with my free time : )!! Ha!

So, to celebrate 100 posts I'm going to do a "Favorite Things" Giveaway. I thought it'd be fun to share some of my favorite things with you.

First off, since you know I love knitting and crochet, I have knitted a dishcloth:

And crocheted a dishcloth just for you:

Remember when I was knitting at the pool and getting a thrill from the blue and the green together? Well, that was all for you, my dears! You were on my mind!

These were knitted/crocheted from the luscious Blue Sky Alpaca 100% organic cotton yarn in the color "pear." Most yummy cotton yarn ever created, I do believe.

If you've read my gardening posts, you know that I have been gifted with neither great desire nor great ability in this area. However, my theory is, if you can't do something well at least look good while doing it. These gloves are included in the giveaway, and they make me look like a downright professional! They're thin and tight so you can do things like tie your tomato plants onto stakes, but they also give your hands great protection.

And if your hands are still a little work-worn, whether it's gardening or bread baking or carpool driving you're doing, here is my favorite, favorite hand cream. A true classic. Your hands will thank you.

Lastly, you might remember me posting about my fabulous brother's fabulous bakery.

I'll be sticking in this little giveaway package some of his delicious freshly-baked biscotti, of course all organic and hand-made, in your choice of chocolate hazelnut or cranberry pecan. I can't show you a picture of the biscotti because I'm going to buy it fresh the day I mail the package!

So, there you have it! Can't wait to send this package of dishcloths, gardening gloves, hand cream, and biscotti off to one of you! Just leave a comment on this post to be entered. But do it by Friday because at the end of the day Friday the giveaway will be closed. (And for those of you who like to comment by e-mail instead of on the post, feel free to enter by e-mail.)

Woo-hoo! Here's to another Happy 100!