Archive for September, 2008

One Year Anniversary

September 18, 2008

Hard to believe that one whole year has passed since MixonItUp went live. Thanks to all who have contributed in some way or another.

Year One by the numbers

Posts: 280 (including this one)

Total Comments: 312

Total Visits: 12,899

Busiest Day: 1/30/08 (Parker’s Birthday!)

Thanks for the support and Y’all come back.

Parker feels neglected

September 16, 2008

Okay – I posted all about Avery, jr and his first day of playschool, but Parker informed me today through various grunts and babblings that I had left him out of the blog and he wanted representation as well. So, here are some cute pics of our youngest – 7.5 months old. 

  

  Parker got his first goose-egg today – was crawling on his knees and lost his balance and slammed into the open dishwasher door, about 4 inches off the ground. Ouch!  He can cry well.

 

He also is enjoying sitting up in the front yard, and likes to munch on various grasses and leaves.  Tall fescue is his favorite grass so far. (can you tell I’m brushing up on my grass and garden terms?) 

No new teeth except for the 2 he has on the bottom, but he’s working on some more, I can tell.  Newest food: green beans. His impression – not impressed! Great faces, though.  He eats it if I mix it with his pears, gross, right?! Oh, well – it’s nutrition.  Can’t wait for our friends the Ingrams to come up to visit in a few weeks~ I get an afternoon to actually take care of myself…may even get a haircut! WOW!  Such great friends.  You know God has given you some truly wonderful friends when the miles and the years don’t matter and when you’re together, it’s like you’ve been in the same town forever.  God is good. 

Here’s the last pic of my two little blessings!  I won’t put any more up for a while, I promise!  Proud mama!

Such a Big Boy

September 16, 2008

Man, time really does fly.   My 1st baby just went to his first day of Playschool at the Methodist Church down the road this morning.  Crazy. He was so cute and so excited to go, it made it great for me. No tears, no clinging, just a quick hug and kiss and off to play with toys. So it’s just Parker and me at the house for 3 1/2 hours in the mornings on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  I think it will be good for all parties involved!!  I’ll post some shots I took of him this morning before he left.

   When I was growing up in Ocean Springs, we always took all monumental pictures in front of “The Tree” in our front yard. A large, 400 year old live oak tree was our backdrop. I loved those pictures outside under the tree. So, we have a large, not quite as impressive hackberry tree (that doesn’t even sound pretty!) in our front yard, and I inagurated it today by taking Av’s pictures under it.  Enjoy!

 

The Beginning of the End

September 15, 2008

I don’t know how, but I seem to have lost an e-mail here or there. As some of you might remember, Jack (Traveler) has finished his through-hike of the Appalachian Trail. His tails from the last stretch are trickling in and I want to finish updating any of you who enjoy reading.

July 20, 2008  Kinsman Pond Shelter to Lonesome Lake Hut (1.9 miles)
Today it’s raining and cool. I’m glad it was a short day since I got soaked on the short hike to the Hut. On arrival, the “Croo”, young people who run the Hut, had hot soup, bread, and cake available, so I ate and began trying to dry my hiking clothes.  They have bunks, meals, and a privy, but no shower or laundry. Three out of five isn’t  bad if you’re a thru-hiker!  Tomorrow will be a long day with lots of climbing to the next Hut.

July 21, 2008 Lonesome Lake Hut to Greenleaf Hut (9.3 miles) 
It rained all night, but this morning it was sunny with some clouds. The “Croo” served a good breakfast including oatmeal, eggs, ham, and coffee.  I got an early start.The first 3 miles were downhill and the trail was like a running brook with all the rain we’ve had. I reached Franconia Notch about 9AM and began climbing with an elevation gain of over 4000 feet over the next 6 miles. Much of the hike was above tree line.  I got a few good pictures, but the clouds were rolling in by the time I got above the line. Greenleaf Hut is over a mile down from the summit of Mt. Lafayette so I’ll begin tomorrow with a climb. I also went over Mt. Lincoln earlier. The rain held off 
until I was almost at the Hut so I arrived soaked. I’m now in dry clothes and contemplating a nap before dinner. I like the Huts!

July 22, 2008 Greenleaf Hut to Galehead Hut (7.7 miles) 
The day began with a 1.1 miles hike back up Mt. Lafayette to the AT. The trail was rugged, steep, and rocky.  Rain began about noon as I was descending Mt. Garfield. It was like hiking down a waterfall. The hike definitely was harder and slower than I had thought it would be, but I’m sure glad to be staying in a Hut tonight. More rain is expected.

July 23, 2008 Galehead Hut to Zealand Falls Hut (7.0miles)
Today was wet and chilly (high 40’s) with fog and 100% humidity. Visibility was limited so no vistas were possible. The trail remains rocky and steep, but was not as formidable as yesterday.  It’s nice to be staying in the Huts particularly in this rainy weather. Most of the people here are just out to hike for a few days and appear to enjoy questioning a “real thru-hiker”. I’ve enjoyed a group of 5 men from Philadelphia these last few days. They included me with their group at mealtime and were very pleasant company.
Traveler

Update

September 11, 2008

My dad was admitted to the hospital in Oxford tonight for considerable anemia. I haven’t had the chance to talk to him yet, but would ask for your prayers.

Thursday Lunch

September 11, 2008

Jen and I went out to eat last night, it was fun to have a date without thing 1 and thing 2. I brought home some leftovers and had planned on eating them for lunch today. As might be expected, I left my lunch at home and hopefully Jen can enjoy it today. In light of having no food, I went to the Hot Dog Cart and got a Bratwurst (tasty) and a Coke Zero. I declined to get the chips, really wasn’t that hungry. On the way back up to the floor to see some kiddos, stopped by the coffee stand and got one of their gourmet cookies ($1.50) and it was really good. Just wanted to share.

Friday night

September 5, 2008

I’m on call tonight and Jen is in Memphis with the boys. I have access to the medical record database and have a couple of labs that I’m waiting on so as to make some decisions (from the comfort of my couch, that is). In the meantime, you should all enjoy a video (Josh gets the credit again).

Heads-up Chad and Rebecca: I want my canoe back.

Snacking on Eucharist left-overs

September 4, 2008

What an off-the-wall title, right? Went to City Church this past Sunday. Still not sure if that will be the church home for us, but who knows? The music and teaching is great, just tying to figure out if that is going to be the community for us. They serve communion there weekly and it got me thinking about a conversation I had with Nic Ireland a couple of weeks ago. I don’t have a strong argument about the timing of taking communion. Some churches I’ve been to offer communion weekly, some only every 3-4 months. I’m leaning more towards the weekly end of things. Some might say that if you take communion every week that it will become to familiar and commonplace. How in the world could partaking of Christ and proclaiming his victory over the cross EVER be commonplace or mundane? I find that argument to be pretty lame.

So, all of that was springing from the actual process of taking communion. I’ve seen many different forms of the “bread” that was broken. Unfortunately, many churches opt for the 0.5mm x 0.5mm dry square of unleavened bread (the kind that only gets stuck in your teeth). Really, did Jesus toss the disciples some crumbs or did he give them a chunk of bread? We received a decent-sized piece of bread last Sunday, the kind that takes you a couple of minutes to chew. I kinda like that, it gives you time to think about the implications of what Jesus did and the gravity of proclaiming his death and resurrection. Any other thoughts on that?

After the service, there was some left-over “bread” and there were these two guys (mid 20s) who were cramming their faces like an 8yo on some Sunday morning donuts. Therein lies the argument: is one taste sufficient or should we take in all the Jesus we can get (bread-wise)? Obviously, that is somewhat of a joke as I think that argument would be ridiculous, like how many angels on the head of a pin. Speaking of that, I have included the following poem in a link previously, but will add it on to the end of a already-longer-than-I-expected post.
Questions About Angels
by Billy Collins

Of all the questions you might want to ask
about angels, the only one you ever hear
is how many can dance on the head of a pin.

No curiosity about how they pass the eternal time
besides circling the Throne chanting in Latin
or delivering a crust of bread to a hermit on earth
or guiding a boy and girl across a rickety wooden bridge.

Do they fly through God’s body and come out singing?
Do they swing like children from the hinges
of the spirit world saying their names backwards and forwards?
Do they sit alone in little gardens changing colors?

What about their sleeping habits, the fabric of their robes,
their diet of unfiltered divine light?
What goes on inside their luminous heads? Is there a wall
these tall presences can look over and see hell?

If an angel fell off a cloud, would he leave a hole
in a river and would the hole float along endlessly
filled with the silent letters of every angelic word?

If an angel delivered the mail, would he arrive
in a blinding rush of wings or would he just assume
the appearance of the regular mailman and
whistle up the driveway reading the postcards?

No, the medieval theologians control the court.
The only question you ever hear is about
the little dance floor on the head of a pin
where halos are meant to converge and drift invisibly.

It is designed to make us think in millions,
billions, to make us run out of numbers and collapse
into infinity, but perhaps the answer is simply one:
one female angel dancing alone in her stocking feet,
a small jazz combo working in the background.

She sways like a branch in the wind, her beautiful
eyes closed, and the tall thin bassist leans over
to glance at his watch because she has been dancing
forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians.