Saturday, October 3, 2009

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Sweetness of Babies

Today I had two very sweet and special moments with each of my nephews. First I held my youngest nephew, who is less then two months old, while he slept. He was happiest while held close with both arms wrapped around him. He nuzzled, smiled, and fussed a wee bit in his sleep. When he opened his eyes on occasion, he'd smile up at me as I crooned, then rub his face in my shoulder before going to sleep. I had a hard time surrendering him when he was hungry and ready to eat!

My oldest nephew, who is almost 2, has found a favorite hobby in sitting in my lap while I paint. He gently lifts the tubes of watercolors out of their box, naming the colors that he knows, and hold the tube up to me when he doesn't know the color. Today he learned white and pink! Other times he scribbles on a scrap of paper next to my painting. As a special treat, I load my brush up with paint and let him scrub it around on his drawing. Even when he is tired of art, he will still sit in my lap quietly and open and close whatever bottle I give him.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Resume- A Rant

(excuse the poor poem: it's more feeling then rhythm)

First thing I learned in college:
A Resume is a Must!
No longer was it asked
if you enjoyed something (what a novel concept!)
rather it was,
"Will it look good on the Resume?"

Three years of Student Government
"A good line on the Resume!
Tell me, what did you accomplish?"
I hear a small voice, telling me
my work is done, step aside
"Oh no! The Resume! It will be neglected!"

A welding class
"Ach, can't fit on the Resume,
but telling employers is a must!"
No words spoken
of the tears, the frustration.

A change in jobs taken
because of God-given passions
and the Lord's satisfaction.
All swept aside
"What a good line on the Resume!"

No. I have no need
of a padded Resume.
For marriage I was created
as a helpmate and mother
God is my Resume, and I need no other.


A couple months ago, I had the privilege of sitting next to KSU's President Emeritus, Betty Siegal at a brunch. Once she found out I was a Kennesaw student, she asked me one of her famous questions: "Who is your favorite professor at KSU?"

When she had been President of the University, she would eat breakfast at the Waffle House near campus. Her table was always open to students coming to talk to her. And her first question was always, "Who is your favorite professor?". She would then write that professor's name down on a Waffle House napkin, and send it to the professor with a note saying that an anonymous student in one of their classes named the professor as their favorite. They could then bring the napkin back to Waffle House to get a free breakfast with the president. But she found that no one ever redeemed the napkin, choosing instead to keep it as a reminder that they had made a difference to one of their students.

Since we were not at Waffle House, Ms. Seigal did not write down my professor's name, nor will that professor ever get a note saying that an anonymous student had named them as their favorite professor. I have often wondered since then, should I tell that professor? To tell the person without the cover of anonimity would look suspiciously like fishing for a grade. Should I just send a note? Should I take Ms. Seigal's example and include a Waffle House napkin? Or should I continue as I have, leaving the professor in blissful ignorance; for once people are aware that they are observed, they act differently. What would you do?

Did you ever recieve a compliment that made it hard for you act the same way around that person again? Maybe they commented on your maturity though to most others you were not. Or lost a friendship over a snide comment not meant for your ears? Are you aware of your audience?

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Crazy Red Party

I threw a suprise party for a friend who loves the color red

Monday, May 25, 2009

Sunday, Daniel and I had a date at the gorcery store (not as random as it sounds, we were waiting for the lirary to open). We discovered more of each other's likes and dislikes.

cooked carrots (both of us)
Green beans (Daniel)
Cooked Spinach (Daniel)
Rutebaga, turnips, etc. (both of us)
Bananas (me)
Peanuts (me)
Salad every night (both of us)

Bananas and peanuts (Daniel)
Cooked Spinach (me)
Fresh Spinach (both of us)
Green Beans (me)
Salads on occasion with lots of goodies (both of us)
Squash (me)

Monday, May 18, 2009

Baby Bunnies and a Suit

We saw a bunny family in the backyard. Mom saw the baby first, pointing the itsy darling creature out to Luke. It was staying very close to the mommy bunny. Luke asked where the daddy was ("Dadda?") , and we found him across the yard waiting for his family (and guarding the open side of the yard).

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After 20 years of declaring "I will never wear a suit!" I bought one today. When Daniel first heard my pronouncement, he took it as a challenge. A year and a half later, he won. But, I still declare that most women's suits are hideous. And women would be better served by wearing something more feminine (a point Daniel agrees with).
It is very Jackie O (YAY!) esp. with a hat and gloves. Its a creamy white wool with a huge gorgeous portrait collar. Very First-Lady-esque. I can't wait to wear it to SGA functions!!!

Monday, April 27, 2009


"A little later she came to a spell which would let you know what your friends thought about you." - Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C. S. Lewis

I know what Lucy felt when finding out what others say of you when you're not around. Except, I didn't have to use a spell.

"I don't think I'd ever be able to forget what I heard her say." - Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C. S. Lewis

Just to clarify: its not a close friend. Really, I shouldn't have been suprised. But I was hoping for the best from that person.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

New Job!

I have a new job, starting in the fall! I will be a ceramics teacher at a small art place that is designed to supplement a homeschool education. They had been looking for someone with a BFA in ceramics (I am one year away from that!), understands homeschool families (I was homeschooled k-12), and is a Christian. Though their studio space is small, it is very sophisticated, and rivals even KSU's art department for supplies and equipment. I will be thrilled to be working with children again (I will probably have classes with children of all ages up through middle school. I won't be able to teach high school until I have my degree), but I am nervous about creating lesson plans and actually teaching a group! But I definitely know that God provided this job for me, and He will supply the wisdom and grace needed.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

From What, Vampires?

I decided to wear my gold cross every day of Holy Week. Not sure why, but I wanted to , and so I did. The other day at work, a lady commented on it: its very unusual. Not the cross itself, which a pretty, small simple cross, but the chain is. Its very very sparkly.

Anyway, back to my story. I explained to my customer why I was wearing it. She asked why I didn't wear it more often. "Because its gold," I explained. "I wear mostly silver jewelry."
"Then why don't you get a silver one?"
I nodded uncommittedly.
"Besides," my customer added, "the cross necklace protects you, don't you think?"

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Hello from the University

Hi, this is the Art Department at the university that Greta attends. We have her held hostage in one of the kilns. Do not notify the police, do not attempt to find her, do not pass go. We will not let her go until you compy with our demands. But we, as a whole department, are such indecisive procrastinators, that we haven't decided what our demands are going to be. So, you choose. Give us lots of money, a crown, or do Greta's math homework for her (so we get more of her time slaving for our benefit).
Thank you for your co-operation
The Art Department

Monday, February 23, 2009

Feminity Means Response

I am still reading The Mark of a Man by Elizabeth Elliot, but it has been the best book I have read this year! Even better then Same Kind of Different as Me, which I also reeeeeally enjoyed. Anyway, back to the book: Elizabeth Elliot (widow of Jim Elliot, martyred missionary [Through Gates of Splendor and At the End of a Spear]) writes this book to her nephew telling him how to be a masculine man in our time of denying God's original plan for men and women. Not just men benefit from this book: Elizabeth also address women in some chapters; and the whole premise is a great one for women to know as well.

An exerpt from the chapter entitled Feminity Means Response:
Eve was made to order. God saw the shape of Adam's need and designed a woman to fit exactly in every way. She was made to be an adapter. When you're looking for the right woman to marry, Pete, look for one who is prepared to adapt to you. Now, don't suppose for a moment that you yourself won't budge. When two people live together night and day, for life, both of them need to give and take....
But if you find a woman who is ready to go where you go and do what you do without brooding about being "her own person", you'll have found a treasure. She will have to be a woman who has submitted herself to God, first of all...
The important thing for you, as a man, to remember, Pete, is that a woman cannot properly be the respnder unless the man is properly the initiator. He must take the lead so that she may follow, as in a dance. The willingness of each to perform the "steps" that have been choreographed gives the other freedom....It is a matter of placement. It does not necessarily imply that one is of lesser worthanymore then Jesus' being placed in a position "inferior to angels" suggests that angels are more worthy then Jesus.

Saturday, February 21, 2009


He said Facebook was banned, but never mentioned my blog... *grins*

Friday, February 20, 2009

Valentine's Day

My best friend and I hosted a Valentine dinner for our boyfriends in a tent in the back yard. But we took no pictures :(

So, I'll have to describe everything!

We set up a large camping tent, and covered the poles in fairy lights. It filtered the light just enough to be absolutely stunning!! A card table was set with a white linen table cloth, formal china, and formal place settings.

We spent all day cooking:
Valentine’s Day Dinner

Hearts of Romaine
Sprinkled with Love (strawberries cut into hearts and almonds)
Sweetheart Dressing

Main Course
Baked Salmon with Crush’d lemon
Paired Potatoes
Flame seared Asparagus

Chocolate Strawberry Desserts
The salmon was wrapped in cucumber laces, and the asparagus was artistically laid on top of the mashed potatoes. The desserts were handmade chocolate cups filled with chocolate mousse with a strawberry cut like a rose on top.

Graceful [Forgetful] Greta

I've been leaving things places.

My coat in various classes, only to walk out and shiver and wish I had remembered to pull my coat out of my closet that morning...(yes, I did remember to go back and grab it)
My purse in the office: Daniel took it with him and considered not telling me he had it...
My TI-83 at home on the day of a math test....


Locking my keys in the car the first time I drove to Daniel's house for dinner. He had to drive me home to get the spare key, then back to his house to get the car. At least I didn't ask for an escort home again. I did last time I had to drive at night. (not because I am afraid of being mugged, but because I don't like bright lights in my eyes while I'm trying to navigate roads I'm still not comfortable with)

Wednesday, February 4, 2009


I have some plans up my sleeves, but since they both concern Daniel, and he reads my blog, I can't post anything here. Check back in the coming weeks for the result of my scheming

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

My Eye

In keeping with my gracefulness, I got hit with a chunk of wood by an angry dwarf. 

*laughs* Just kidding. About the dwarf I mean. I really did get hit in the eye by a chunk of wood. It was on a falconry trip last Saturday. for the full story, go to

As a result, I am on eye drops to help it heal. One of the drops keeps my eye dilated. The weird side effect is that it changes the focus of my vision. normally I am myopic. But now I can't focus on the close things; rather I now focus best on things about two feet away from me. This causes problems with my glasses....

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Special Outfit

Daniel picked out my dress and gave me the necklace for Christmas.