Archive for January, 2010

Who Are You?

January 15, 2010

You have to know who you are before you know what you want to be.”

J and I both heard the same quote this week from two different places. We spent the evening discussing it and then I was surprised to hear it again from Darla at our Wednesday night women’s meeting! Things like this don’t ‘just happen’.

J’s job ends this September and he is in the midst of some soul-searching right now to discern what in the world he wants to do next. We know with our hearts that God doesn’t waste anything but somehow we still feel left floundering.  What does J want his life to be about? How much of this is integrated with profession and how much is profession a means to a greater purpose? We have discussed, brainstormed, prayed, argued, researched, chased one tangent after another, and still are left wondering.

We know there is something key for us to grasp in this thought.

“You have to know who you are before you know what you want to be.”

That’s all I’ve got for today. This question is what our lives are currently wrapped around. You can guarantee this is what we will be talking about this weekend. Hopefully discussing. Hopefully being inspired. Hopefully seeing with clarity. Hopefully not arguing. :)

Pine Cone Fire Starters

January 14, 2010

I got the great idea to collect pine cones from my parent’s house in East Texas and then use them for some type of craft. It wasn’t such a great idea. It took much more time than I had anticipated. After searching online, I decided to dip them in colored and scented paraffin wax to be used as fire starters.

It was a tedious process as the wax was combustible so I had to make sure it didn’t get above a certain temperature. Also, cutting the wax in order for it to fit in the pan was also more of an ordeal than I had planned. In the end, we used J’s newly bought metal pipe saw. (The one he bought to saw off the top of our Christmas tree!)

The dye didn’t really change the color of the wax so I decided to bail on the scenting stuff too and just sprinkle cinnamon and nutmeg on them after they were dipped.

This pile of pinecones took forever to dip but I didn’t want to stop because I didn’t think I could save the 10 pound block of wax I had melted so I wanted to make the most of it.

My camera battery died in the middle of this little adventure so you don’t get to see the final result. But, they really did smell good and made a nice gift. I only used half of them and am going to save the second trash bag full to give next Christmas. After all the work, I wasn’t about to throw them away!

This craft only ranks about a 2 out of 5 on the ‘worth it’ craft scale. It was a great final product but just took too long to make. Maybe my next gift idea will go better!

A Turkish Cafe. Smoke. Chai. New York Yankees Hat.

January 13, 2010

Don’t Get Caught…

January 12, 2010

In our subdivision’s community magazine this month, there was an article listing some laws that are still on the books in Texas:

* It is illegal to sell one’s eye.

* It is illegal to take more than 3 sips of beer at a time while standing.

* It is illegal fro one to shoot a buffalo from the second story of a hotel.

* It is illegal to milk another person’s cow.

* Criminals must give their victims 24 hours notice, either orally or in writing, and explain the nature of the crime to be committed.

Final Rug Plug

January 11, 2010

If you are a faithful reader of willingtoriskreadytogo, you might remember the  Shameless Rug Plug  a few months ago. To re-cap, we have had a rug business for the past 2 years. At first, it did well but as the economy continued to decline, we have seen a correlation in our sales. We passed off most of our rugs to a salesperson in Austin this month, leaving only a handful of rugs left in our own inventory including 4 traditional palace rugs, 1 Noah’s Ark rug and a few more casual kilims.

The Noah’s Ark rug is worth mentioning on its own. As you may know, it is thought that Noah’s ark landed on mount Ararat which is located in Eastern Turkey. For generations, the women in the villages around this area have woven animals into the design of their rugs. They are  free hand without a specific pattern continued throughout the rug. The women’s personality and feelings are woven into the story of her personal creation. This style of rug is thinner than a Topkapi or Hereke and looks best as a wall hanging. This particular style is becoming very difficult to find as this is a dying art. Because this area is located on the border of Iran and Turkey, the villagers have  survival not handicrafts on the forefront of thier minds due to the Iraq war and unrest in Iran both of which spill over to eastern Turkey. The Noah’s Ark rug would make a great family heirloom or focal point for a room, with a neat story to go along with this beautiful piece of art.

These remaining rugs are the rugs that we personally own outright. We would like to liquidate this remaining inventory and finish the rug sales chapter in our lives. We aren’t aiming for profit, just re-cooping our original cost.

These are top quality Turkish rugs and I can say with confidence that you will never again see them at these prices. Due to our unique relationship with a 3th generation Turkish rug salesman, our for-profit prices were already significantly lower than you would typically find for this quality of rug. You may see Turkish rugs for lower prices but they will either be hand tufted instead of actually hand-knotted or will have been made in India, or mass-produced somewhere outside of Turkey.

So, head on over to www.oostahrugs.net and see for yourself. Buy them all and re-sell them!  Or, better yet, host a party and we’ll sell them for you! :) And, do us the favor of passing this on to anyone you think might be interested. Thank you for making it to the end of our final rug plug!

Confident Expectation

January 8, 2010

I have been thinking lately about the story of Noah’s ark. This is due to the number of times per day I find myself reading a Noah’s ark children’s book to my kids. They have several and although it is a great story, I was tired of reading it. Especially the ones who try to make the story into a poem. Some are better than others but as a whole, they start driving me crazy, real quick. Something caught my eye in one of the stories as I read it for the 100th time the other day. Genesis 7:16 says that after everyone was loaded up on the ark, “the Lord shut them in.” I had never really thought about this before. I had to cross check my bible to make sure some aspiring poet hadn’t just added that because it happened to rhyme.

Shut them in he did indeed. I had never really thought about what probably happened next. I mean, if I was the one drowning with a 2-year-old and a 4-year-old, I’d be swimming up to that boat as quickly as possible. Clawing to try to find a way in. Climbing on top of the roof and praying to Noah’s God for forgiveness. Banging incessantly on the door. Crying out in agony as my family was swept away.

God had to close them in. He was the deliverer of judgement and mercy all at the same time. It was God’s decision, not Noah’s, and God knew in his infinite wisdom that Noah couldn’t keep that door shut. Would you?

I wonder what Noah was thinking. God had told him specifics of how to build the ark and the flood that was to come. But, God didn’t impart one detail as to when it would be over or how it would go away. So many times, this is also true in our own lives. We know that hardships will come but in the midst of them, our human minds can’t fathom how they will ever come to an end. You know, the same hand that brought destruction to all the people of the world, brought deliverance and mercy to Noah and his family.

As I continued to reflect, I decided to check a commentary to see what other insights I could gain from Noah’s story. Matthew Henry’s commentary shed powerful insight into the symbolism of the dove and raven that Noah sent out to check for dry ground.

The raven didn’t return. He probably continued to roam to and fro, feasting on the floating carcases that were sure to be floating in abundance. The carnal hearts of this world are satisfied to feast on the flesh of this world. They ignore the peace and rest found in God’s mercy.

The dove found no peace in the carnal world before God’s deliverance was complete. He came back to Noah and the ark of mercy to wait and rest. Just as Noah reached out his hand to welcome the dove, God reaches out His hand to each of us, beckoning us to find rest in the palm of His hand.  

Lastly, God’s promise, the rainbow. The thicker a cloud is, the brighter the colors of the rainbow shine. In the same way, the deeper our pain, the nearer His presence. This is the beauty of suffering. This week, our pastor said that hope is ‘confident expectation’. Confident expectation that the rains will stop.

Find hope today. Find the mercy and peace of the ark . Find rest. Have confident expectation that the rainbow is there. Remember its promise. Wait for deliverance.

God usually works deliverance for His people gradually, that the day of small things may not be despised, nor the day of great things despaired of.” – Matthew Henry

Tape Man

January 7, 2010

I’ll be the first to admit- today’s craft is somewhat odd. But hey, someone out there might just be inspired to create a tape man themselves. My brother-in-law is a  high school art teacher and was experimenting on my cousin. He was considering having his students make tape men. I don’t know the final verdict but watching the experiment was interesting. Interesting for everyone except my cousin who had all kinds of leg cramps by the time this stunt was over!

First, he was wrapped in tape that faced outward so the sticky part would not stick to his clothes. Then, a second layer of wrapping was applied face to face with the first so that the two sticky sides were touching each other.

After this was complete, they carefully cut M out of the tape mold.

The top half was a little more complicated. My brother-in-law himself was wrapped for the top half. I don’t know exactly how that transpired. Maybe M said, “wrap yourself, crazy.” or maybe J just volunteered. Either way, you saw it here. He was first wrapped in Saran wrap, maybe so the tape wouldn’t accidentally stick to his arm hair? Not sure. Next came the two layers of tape.

Two benevolent volunteers held his arms up at right angles during the wrap. I have to admit, the final product was pretty cool. I think he planned to have the kids dress themselves in their own clothes and set themselves up in different poses.

Surely someone out there is going to make a tape man :) If not, I hope you were entertained!

Knot Count

January 6, 2010

Goings On

January 5, 2010

Nothing profoundly funny around here this week. The thing that was closest to being funny but actually wasn’t funny at all, happened when we went on a date last Friday night.

The kids were playing on the swing set happily with the babysitter when we left. All was well, they weren’t even upset to see us go. Then, a phone call from her while we were on the way to the restaurant. Hmmm. She’s such a good babysitter and never calls. Curious, I answer the phone.

We had locked her and the kids out of the house. It was cold and wet. There was a padlock on the gate so they couldn’t even leave the back yard. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. It was just habit to lock the back door, especially since we were leaving! I’m so thankful for this generation of high schoolers who are glued to their phones. I can’t believe she had it with her. What would she have done if she hadn’t- besides never babysit for us again?

Our other laugh of the week was in the car on the way home from our  New Year’s party when N and J asked Baba what kind of fire crackers they were watching. He replied, “Those are just black cats.” Continue front seat conversation. N asked again, “Baba, are you just kidding?” Baba still engrossed in the front seat conversation answers to the back, “No, I’m not kidding.” Again. “Baba, are you really just kidding?” “NO” came the now annoyed answer from the front seat. Continue front seat conversation. The back seat conversation now overtakes the front seat one as the kids say, “Oh, how sad!” “That’s just terrible.” “Those poor black cats!”

Lastly, Nemo the sick fish is still hanging on. We thought he was dead on New Year’s Eve and when  J tried to scoop him out with a spoon the next day, he started swimming. He’s gone about 20 or 25 days now with little or no food. The debate still continues as to whether we should just put him out of his misery but no one is serious enough to actually do anything. To be continued.

New Year’s Eve

January 4, 2010

New Year’s Eve 2009.

Black tie and cocktail dress? Out

Leaving a New Year’s party at 10:30 with your two and four-year old definitely not asleep yet? In.

Eating an overpriced meal at a quaint restaurant and then dancing to their live band on the small dance floor? Out.

Playing Rock Band while the kids dance like maniacs? In.

Shooting off fire crackers all night? Out.

Splitting up into same-sex groups and playing speed Scrabble? In.

Going home early and putting the kids to bed and then having a romantic ringing in of the new year with your husband? Out.

Trying to get to sleep ASAP before the late night round of pregnancy vomiting begins? In.

Sitting up in bed long enough to look out the window to watch the panorama of fire crackers ringing in the New Year in a neighborhood where fire crackers are legal? Totally in.


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