Did you know...

Did you know, onions are poisonous to dogs and cats? I didn't.*


*unless of course, we're talking about a hot dog, in which case onions are perfectly harmless.

WHITE of Way

Here's my belated scavenger shot for "white." Didn't even know there was a new word! oops! This was one of the statues at the entrance to the Buddhist Temple in Richmond, BC, Canada where we ended our Honeymoon voyage last July.

Scavenger Hunt for Love

You had to know I'd post photos of marrying my Sweetheart this July. Top to bottom: wedding shower wrapped in blankets his Grandmother knitted for us, our reception after our first dance, and last, formal portrait after the ceremony.

Made In The USA - Nudity Edition

So, let's say you just made a solemn oath to only patronize American manufacturers (for the sake of argument, fill in the name of your own country, unless it's China). You decide to begin the revolution right now with what you're wearing. How naked would you be? My guess: Jaybird naked.

I did a rundown of my own clothing today and got the following list:

glasses: Italy

sweater: Dominican Republic

blouse: Bangladesh

bra: (yes, I went there) Thailand

pants: China

underwear: Hong Kong

socks: ??? (could be American made!)

shoes: Vietnam

So, best case scenario, I'd be standing in my socks. How about you? Where are your clothes from? And if you're going to check all your labels, you might want to find a private place... I'm just saying. : )

(and , no, this isn't the first time I've been curious about this...)

A MERRY Scavenger Hunt, to One and All!

(wire man designed by Jamison, photo by k_sra)

Once a year we gather together with our families to celebrate this beloved season of Christmas. Every year I get a little glassy-eyed again over the story of Christ' birth, the intrepid journey of his parents to Bethlehem, the shepherds startled in the field, those three crazy wise men bringing gifts no child would want (OK, except maybe for the gold). All of it so mind-boggling, so unusual. And I sing Christmas carols that tell and retell the stories in four part harmony. I sing out Alleluias loud as I can, because in that moment, I too get to be an angel in a heavenly choir on a still cold winter night. I too, get to be the bearer of Good News. Christmas is and always will be a magical time for me. With or without Santa, with or without stockings, trees or candles. Christmas is a burnished eternal reminder that God was not too proud or too awesome to come be with us. Like a heavenly spy, He entered the humble domain of humanity and lived it so He could truly say, "I understand."

Perhaps you do not have a faith that leads you to the conclusion that there is a God, or perhaps your life lessons have led you to the conclusion that Jesus was merely a construct of organized religion and over-active imaginations. I respect that. My life lessons and my experiences have led me to be enthralled with the One I know loved me enough to take this journey by my side and who later sacrificed His experience so mine could be a better one.

This Christmas, the thought that makes my heart 'Merry' is Him, a man as God submitting to the humiliation of childbirth in a donkey's stall, wearing human skin and living in our presence and giving up His all for us so that we could truly live.

Merry Christmas!

Leap Second??

Marvel at the ingenuity of modern man. This year will be one second longer than last year. What are you gonna do with your extra second on December 31st? I think I'm gonna go for a longer new Year's kiss. Awh, Yaah!

Recent Entries in my Preggo Journal

December 4, 2008 - Thurs
Now that everyone at work knows I'm pregnant, I can start wearing unabashedly obvious pregnancy clothes and let my gut hang out. : )

December 6, 2008 - Sun - 12 WEEKS!!!!
I'm four months pregnant now. Second tri-mester. We did it! Good job, Squiggles! Oddly enough the morning sickness suddenly and mysteriously stopped. Just like that. I woke up this morning and no nausea, no two-hour food requirements, nothing. Just me. Normal old me. Very odd feeling, but I'm not complaining.

December 10, 2008 - Wed
Now that I'm pregnant, my saliva has gone on strike. It doesn't work. This was brought home to me with great force when I began sending my Christmas cards this year. *lick* flap slowly unseals. *lick lick* flap opens faster this time. *slam book on top of envelope* NOTHING I do keeps those envelopes sealed! What is wrong with my spit??? It used to be as good as crazy glue. Guess it's time to get the scotch tape out.

WINDOW to my soul

We are in a train which has just entered a tunnel. Instead of seeing the Alskan wilderness, we now see ourselves reflected in the darkness of the glass. Raymond snaps a picture as I hug him. Classic honeymoon stuff. You shoulda been there! : )

Happy Scavengering!

Thanks, Alien CG

Babybull chose next week's word: "Merry"