Lunchtime is a difficult time for me. Mostly because it spikes my unhealthy jealously of Husband's work friends and his lunchtime crew. Things are starting to pick up though since I ate lunch with people yesterday and someone else asked me to lunch for tomorrow. I decided today that perhaps if I ate lunch in the kitchen where there is table and four chairs that this would be a good "sign" that "Rachael likes to eat lunch outside of her cubical." This however was a foiled plan...mostly because the lights in the kitchen are on a timer that automatically shuts off the lights after three minutes of no activity...you can guess how much lunch went...I had to get up at least three times to re-set the lights. Someone came in once, but only to grab a few things. I must find a new plan because that one is just going to make a fool of me.
On the upswing I had a bowl of soup that was frozen from the last time I made African Peanut Soup and it was amazing.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Beast
Kitty is a beast. You wouldn't think that just looking at her...but she is. She is strong, creative, cunning, and most importantly crazy. The things she chooses to play with or rather to drag around the house baffle me. A few nights ago she got up on a very tiny table to get a cell phone and a DVD that were laying next to a dish full of candy. When we got up the next morning the cell phone and DVD were on the floor. Obviously our first reaction was that "Kitty knocked things over" but really, this is what I think happened.
It was late, probably around 4am (which is usually when Kitty starts thumping on our bedroom door and meowing/squeaking in attempt to wake Husband so he will come out and play with her) and Kitty was bored. Kitty then went into a fit of hysterics from seeing something at the back door window. She jumped and scratched, but it was no use. The moth was clearing not going to budge from the other side of the window. Oh well, no friends for Kitty. In all her jumping Kitty must have noticed the copy of Premonition Husband and I had rented from the always amazing Red Box down the street. Kitty was intrigued and since she had watched the majority of the movie with us, actually covering my face for part of it when she decided to lean across me to lick Husband's nose...she must have wanted to see it again. She then jumped up and knocked the DVD off the table (throwing the cell phone onto the ground since it was sitting on top of the DVD). Kitty then got distracted by the new "toys" on the ground and played a rousing game of soccer using both the DVD case and the cell phone as balls. This could occupy her until I woke up to the sound of her meowing at the door after my shower hoping that I would feed her and love her (which I equate to cuddles...she does not) when I emerged from the bedroom and headed off for work.
Kitty would have been a fantastic soccer player, if only she had feet and stood more than a foot tall...
It was late, probably around 4am (which is usually when Kitty starts thumping on our bedroom door and meowing/squeaking in attempt to wake Husband so he will come out and play with her) and Kitty was bored. Kitty then went into a fit of hysterics from seeing something at the back door window. She jumped and scratched, but it was no use. The moth was clearing not going to budge from the other side of the window. Oh well, no friends for Kitty. In all her jumping Kitty must have noticed the copy of Premonition Husband and I had rented from the always amazing Red Box down the street. Kitty was intrigued and since she had watched the majority of the movie with us, actually covering my face for part of it when she decided to lean across me to lick Husband's nose...she must have wanted to see it again. She then jumped up and knocked the DVD off the table (throwing the cell phone onto the ground since it was sitting on top of the DVD). Kitty then got distracted by the new "toys" on the ground and played a rousing game of soccer using both the DVD case and the cell phone as balls. This could occupy her until I woke up to the sound of her meowing at the door after my shower hoping that I would feed her and love her (which I equate to cuddles...she does not) when I emerged from the bedroom and headed off for work.
Kitty would have been a fantastic soccer player, if only she had feet and stood more than a foot tall...
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Prayers
"People may refuse our love or reject our message, but they are defenseless against our prayers." ~ Rick Warren
What a powerful thought. Defenseless means "without help, or protection". You never really think of the object of a prayer request as "defenseless" but rather as one receiving supernatural aid. Defenseless, however, they are to casting off that aid. They cannot become the subject of an un-prayer to reserve the effects of prayer. There is nothing they can do but accept that someone loves them enough to pray for them. Such a simple act can leave a person defenseless.
In light of this new perspective...I thank all of you who have made me defenseless. What a wonderful feeling indeed.
What a powerful thought. Defenseless means "without help, or protection". You never really think of the object of a prayer request as "defenseless" but rather as one receiving supernatural aid. Defenseless, however, they are to casting off that aid. They cannot become the subject of an un-prayer to reserve the effects of prayer. There is nothing they can do but accept that someone loves them enough to pray for them. Such a simple act can leave a person defenseless.
In light of this new perspective...I thank all of you who have made me defenseless. What a wonderful feeling indeed.
Friday, August 3, 2007
Reading
Reading is something I wish I did more of these days. There are times (however infrequent) where I miss the leisure afforded to me by my previous mode of commuting. On the train I was free to read, listen to music, watch a DVD, write, solve (or attempt to solve) a Sudoku puzzle, or even just stare out the window and admire the trees and gorgeous sun rising over the Potomac.
These days my commute is much shorter (2 hours shorter to be exact) and it is completed entirely from my car.
(I love my car. It was a fairly spontaneous purchase the week after Thanksgiving in response to Husband becoming the principal driver of the car for about a week while his was in the shop. My old Subaru was declare "unacceptable" and we were off to shop for a new car. Granted, I had fallen in love with the "perfect" car more than a year earlier while attending the DC auto-show with The Boys making our shopping trip quite short...but this really is not the point of my story today...perhaps another time.)
This new commute-by-car is less leisurely and relaxing. I do not have the down-time I once had before arriving at home to dirty dishes, dirty laundry, and a particularly needy feline. I get busy with things or fall asleep in front of the TV (which I sat down in front of because "I just needed a little time to decompress") and reading is the last thing on my to-do list.
In the past week I have attempted to start reading a new book, Mansfield Park, by one of my favorite authors, Jane Austen. This book has been on my shelf for years...neglected and overlooked. I decided it was time that I dive back into reading...for fun (who knew!) It's been a tough road, having to re-read parts because I forget what I read quickly...and the fact that I read for maybe ten minutes at a time probably does not help neither has the various locations I have chosen to read said book thus far) but I like it. I like the feeling of reading again. Today I even ventured outside my office for lunch...ordered a bowl of soup (my favorite comfort food) and read. I enjoyed my lunch "hour" for the first time in a long while. Perhaps I shall do this again (although I'm sure to hear concerns from Husband if I continually charge my lunch on the credit card...we shall cross that bridge when we get there I'm sure) and perhaps it will even become habit.
I like reading very much. How could I have forgotten...
These days my commute is much shorter (2 hours shorter to be exact) and it is completed entirely from my car.
(I love my car. It was a fairly spontaneous purchase the week after Thanksgiving in response to Husband becoming the principal driver of the car for about a week while his was in the shop. My old Subaru was declare "unacceptable" and we were off to shop for a new car. Granted, I had fallen in love with the "perfect" car more than a year earlier while attending the DC auto-show with The Boys making our shopping trip quite short...but this really is not the point of my story today...perhaps another time.)
This new commute-by-car is less leisurely and relaxing. I do not have the down-time I once had before arriving at home to dirty dishes, dirty laundry, and a particularly needy feline. I get busy with things or fall asleep in front of the TV (which I sat down in front of because "I just needed a little time to decompress") and reading is the last thing on my to-do list.
In the past week I have attempted to start reading a new book, Mansfield Park, by one of my favorite authors, Jane Austen. This book has been on my shelf for years...neglected and overlooked. I decided it was time that I dive back into reading...for fun (who knew!) It's been a tough road, having to re-read parts because I forget what I read quickly...and the fact that I read for maybe ten minutes at a time probably does not help neither has the various locations I have chosen to read said book thus far) but I like it. I like the feeling of reading again. Today I even ventured outside my office for lunch...ordered a bowl of soup (my favorite comfort food) and read. I enjoyed my lunch "hour" for the first time in a long while. Perhaps I shall do this again (although I'm sure to hear concerns from Husband if I continually charge my lunch on the credit card...we shall cross that bridge when we get there I'm sure) and perhaps it will even become habit.
I like reading very much. How could I have forgotten...
Words
Word
a unit of language, consisting of one or more spoken sounds or their written representation, that functions as a principal carrier of meaning.
Our words are SO powerful. They can convey any number of meanings. Words said using different tones or intonations can have multiple meanings to those receiving our words. The same word can become humorous, sarcastic, loving, compassionate, annoying, hurtful, or helpful depending on the meaning behind the simple word.
Words can be used to encourage and to build up (Proverbs 12:25 "An anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word cheers him up;") or they can be used to destroy and harm (Proverbs 12: 18 " Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.")
I fear that too often my words do the latter. How sad. Perhaps it's my sense of humor, or my ever present foot-in-mouth syndrome...or perhaps I am too hard on myself. I think we could all use a swift reminder to slow down and choose our words carefully when talking to each other. And with that I leave you...and and off to ponder what I will say next...
a unit of language, consisting of one or more spoken sounds or their written representation, that functions as a principal carrier of meaning.
Our words are SO powerful. They can convey any number of meanings. Words said using different tones or intonations can have multiple meanings to those receiving our words. The same word can become humorous, sarcastic, loving, compassionate, annoying, hurtful, or helpful depending on the meaning behind the simple word.
Words can be used to encourage and to build up (Proverbs 12:25 "An anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word cheers him up;") or they can be used to destroy and harm (Proverbs 12: 18 " Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.")
I fear that too often my words do the latter. How sad. Perhaps it's my sense of humor, or my ever present foot-in-mouth syndrome...or perhaps I am too hard on myself. I think we could all use a swift reminder to slow down and choose our words carefully when talking to each other. And with that I leave you...and and off to ponder what I will say next...
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Bing-sons
We found a website called Simpsonize Me which occupied part of our evening last night. It was adorable. Above you can see our results...how freaking adorable!
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Socks
Do you see it?
Do you see how similar these two objects are?
Both with flip-top lids which people have long fought over which was the correct way to store (lid up vs. lid down). Both are used to discard unwanted items. Contents of both will eventually get wet. Sitting side by side the similarities are many. Even down to the pastel colors and almost equal height.
I guess it is easy to see how one could confuse the two and throw ones dirty socks into the object on the left rather than the object on the right.
And that's exactly what Husband did last night (followed by a run down the stairs to tell me all about it almost in tears from laughing so hard...Kitty was running and jumping all over and I was on the floor laughing). A good night had by all.
Do you see how similar these two objects are?
Both with flip-top lids which people have long fought over which was the correct way to store (lid up vs. lid down). Both are used to discard unwanted items. Contents of both will eventually get wet. Sitting side by side the similarities are many. Even down to the pastel colors and almost equal height.
I guess it is easy to see how one could confuse the two and throw ones dirty socks into the object on the left rather than the object on the right.
And that's exactly what Husband did last night (followed by a run down the stairs to tell me all about it almost in tears from laughing so hard...Kitty was running and jumping all over and I was on the floor laughing). A good night had by all.
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