Reader’s Choice 2011: Momma Bear Speaks

Nicole Diehl

Nicole Diehl of Here’s the Diehl is largely responsible for setting me loose on WordPress.

A dedicated mother of three, Nicole’s Reader’s Choice is one of the rare everyday epistle posts that does not link to a song.

There is no song to express the outrage, ferocity, and righteous anger responsible adults have against predators of children.

Nicole’s Reader’s Choice choice is:

Momma Bear Speaks

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Reader’s Choice 2011: Put Your Own Mask On First

Brad

My precious friend Kathy doesn’t read my blog very often. She doesn’t need to because I tell her everything anyway.

Her husband Brad, on the other hand, does read everyday epistle.

Like me, Brad is a bit of a morning person, while our spouses are night owls. Guess who will be waking whom at the crack of dawn Christmas morning?

The kids of course.

Brad’s Reader’s Choice is:

Put Your Own Mask On First

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Reader’s Choice 2011: Perfectionist? Your Secret’s Safe with Me

Elizabeth Whelan

Elizabeth Whelan is not a perfectionist. Neither am I.

Furthermore, the fact that our husbands pitch their tents on the footloose-and-fancy-free side of organization is not our just desserts.

Thank goodness we have such delightful senses of humor.

For reasons I cannot explain, Elizabeth’s Reader’s Choice is:

Perfectionist?
Your Secret’s Safe with Me 

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Reader’s Choice 2011: Somewhere in Pennsylvania

Christel Oliphant

Christel Oliphant is what we call an LLF. Lifelong friend.

It’s hard to remember when I didn’t know her. Miles separate us now. Still Christel proves the saying true: Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other gold.

Christel’s favorite post was an emotional one to write. Had to relive the shock and sadness I first felt the day the story unfolded, then try to convey it with words.

Christel’s Reader’s Choice is:

Somewhere in Pennsylvania

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Reader’s Choice 2011: Nice is the New Mean

Ginger Price

Ginger Price has walked with lions in Africa. Really.

She’s also been named Vice President of the everyday epistle fan club, an imaginary association. My husband is President.

Dependable, kind, honest, smart, and humorous, Ginger has a saucy streak that endears her to those around her.

Bonus: her favorite post, published long before Kansas was on my radar much less my return address, contains a link to a clip from The Wizard of Oz.

Ginger’s Reader’s Choice is:

Nice is the New Mean

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Reader’s Choice 2011: Mortality Math and Neon Numbers

Rodney Southern

Rodney Southern and I have a few things in common.

We grew up in the same community. Share the same middle school and high school. Know a lot of the same people.

We’re both married with young children. Both enjoy writing and blogging.

But there’s one thing we wish we didn’t share.

Rodney’s Reader’s Choice is:

Mortality Math and Neon Numbers

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Reader’s Choice 2011: The Great Clinique Heist of 2011

Kim Powell

It’s the most wonderful time of year.

You know. When Sephora stocks jumbo bottles of Clinique Dramatically Different Moisturizing Lotion.

Already got mine. And I’m keeping a tight hold on it.

My friend Kim Powell of Via Peregrini says she thinks of me whenever she sees Clinique’s flagship product.

Kim’s Reader’s Choice post is:

The Great Clinique Heist of 2011

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Before the Flurry

Today is my 16th wedding anniversary. And my son’s last day of school before Christmas break. And packing day for our move to Kansas.

Before we get swept up in this flurry of activity, my family and I would like to wish you a Merry Christmas.

Take courage. Take heart. That is my greeting for you.

When in the hustle and bustle of the holidays you need a shot of brave, sit down. Relax. Read.

holiday horn

Find a smile and a nudge of strength in the next two weeks of Reader’s Choice favorite posts.

Better yet, try the Bible. It’s been known to instill beauty for ashes, joy for mourning, praise for despair. In it is true peace on earth—peace we can have with God through Christ.

Thank you for reading. I’m humbled and honored that you do.

God willing, I’ll see you on the other side of the New Year with a bevy of new posts. You know there’s always another story to tell.

The Word became flesh and made His dwelling among us. John 1:14 NIV

God is not dead, nor does He sleep. I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day by Casting Crowns.

Less Ordinary Designs: Sara Luke

Sara Luke of Less Ordinary Designs created the map card featured in this post.

less ordinary designsSara designs awesome cards for awesome people. Featuring more than 600 designs, she customizes, prints and sells though her etsy shop.

Charming designs, joyful entrepreneur, happy customers.

Sara Luke and sons

Less Ordinary Designs is extraordinary in my book.

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Hills of Heaven

My husband and I traveled to the California wine country for a work conference last November. The things we do for his career.

One afternoon, our group had lunch at Kuleto Estate situated high on a steep, rocky hill. Looked out over vineyards afire with fall color. The sky seemed larger. Our feet lighter.

our view from Kuleto Estate

Dined outdoors on the side of the mountain at a long table. Ate vegetables picked fresh from the gardens that morning, delectable meats and desserts prepared by the resident chef. It was so perfect, I kept looking for Martha Stewart to step out from behind a tree.

Couldn’t help but think this must be what heaven is like. Friends, food, fresh air, mountains, vineyards, olive trees.

That day left me longing for a place where I’d be with everyone I loved, eating and talking and laughing. Savoring each moment, followed by ten thousand upon ten thousand more. Finally safe. Finally home.

On the way back to our bus, we passed a pen of poultry. It was there I came face to face with a most majestic creature.

Heaven is filled with laughter that satiates the soul. I just know it is.

The best of the now is a hint of what’s to come. An assurance of the place He has for us.

Meet me there. One day, meet me there.

He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. Revelation 21:4 NIV

Going Home by Sara Groves: I’ll meet you at the table.

mr. potato turkey

Happy Thanksgiving, Dear Readers.
I am thankful for you.

Cranberry Mary

We finally gave in and purchased a second vehicle for me to drive.

cranberries, crystal & concrete

Did our research, saved our down payment, visited the dealership. Decided to buy the exact same make and model SUV we had before.

Newer year though. More bells and whistles. Like talking navigation and backup sensors to help me avoid kissing the guide poles at the drive-up ATM.

Even wanted the same color we had before. But Galaxy Gray wasn’t available.

If we waited, we’d miss the financing deal. And we’d continue sharing the truck.

“Isn’t there another color your wife would like?” the salesman asked my husband.

“Okay,” I said deflated. “White Diamond.”

I’ve only, always chosen neutral-colored cars. Black, white, gray. The maroon and gold Camaro was my dad’s idea and the Sahara gold truck was my husband’s.

“Or Dark Cherry is nice.”

The dealer couldn’t find White Diamond, but did acquire Dark Cherry. A red car. Maybe I could do this.

The day came. Dark Cherry arrived. “You’ll fall in love with it!” said the salesman.

I saw it. One word: burgundy.

“It looks burgundy,” I said.

“No, no,” said the salesman. “It’s red.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s more red than brown,” I said. “But it’s not true red.”

“Oh, that’s just dirt,” he said. “Let me have it washed and you’ll see it’s red.”

While we waited, I discussed the dilemma with my husband.

blue undertones

“You know I’m a Winter. Brownish-red is not my color. I would really feel more at home in gray.”

“Honey, Dark Cherry is your color,” said my husband. “It isn’t brown. It has blue undertones.”

I wanted a car. I didn’t want burgundy. Maybe it wasn’t burgundy. But it wasn’t red either.

“See?” said the salesman. “It’s red!”

Freshly-washed Dark Cherry glistened in the sunlight, casting out any hints of brown.

This is silly, I thought to myself. Grow up and be content with Dark Cherry. So I did.

Still, the whole color thing ate at me. Had I compromised too much? Gone along to get along? The stars were aligned: I was there, my husband was there, the car was there. How could I walk away?

In other news, one of my BFFs gave birth to her third child. She’d entered no man’s land—the first weeks of an infant’s life when you take care of baby and not much else.

Armed with my package wrapped in pink gingham, I drove to her house to deliver the gift. She cradled the baby while we caught up.

“And you got a car,” she said as she peeked out the window. “Look at the color!”

life is a bowl of cranberries

“Yeah,” I said. “I wanted gray but they didn’t have it.”

“It’s perfect,” she said. “I love that Cranberry.”

Yet another reason why she’s my BFF. How I’ll miss her when we move.

Hadn’t mentioned my angst over the intricacies of brown, burgundy and true red. Didn’t matter.

She saw the best and called it out. Named it. Reframed it. No more neutrals for me.

Now I’m quite taken with Cranberry. Decided to call her Mary. She has a bike rack for Cindy so the girls can be friends.

Cranberry Mary Momma Mobile. Watch out. Here she comes.

Like apples of gold in settings of silver is a ruling rightly given.
Proverbs 25:11 NIV

Linger awhile longer and enjoy The Cranberries with me. Anyone else think it’s ironic a group called The Cranberries filmed a music video in black and white?

Pho for Joy

Joy at My Universe is Still Coming Together loves the Vietnamese soup pho.

So do I. My husband and I have developed quite an appetite for Vietnamese food during our tour in St. Louis. From Mai Lee to Little Saigon Cafe, I’m convinced there’s an addictive ingredient in the recipes. Crave.

Joy loves her pho so much, she featured it on her blog. Twice.

Wonderfully, wickedly creative idea. So in a huge me-too must-do, I’m posting photos of my pho.

pho good :)
pho gone :(

Here’s to pho, to Joy, and to savoring every drop of life while it lasts.

Show me, LORD, my life’s end
and the number of my days;
let me know how fleeting my life is. Psalm 39:4 NIV

Blink by Revive hits this home. The video link by DavidsDanceProd inspired this post’s verse.

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The Three Bears Go House Hunting

public domain image

As we make plans to relocate to Wichita, my husband’s employer is sending us on a house-hunting trip. Momma Bear, Papa Bear and Baby Bear have different priorities for this excursion.

“Mom,” said the Cub, “we need lots of space.”

“What do you plan to do with lots of space?” I said.

“We need lots of space so we can have a soccer field,” he said. “Or a long-distance swimming pool.”

Papa Bear is also concerned about outdoor space. Give him room, lots of room. Don’t fence him in.

He grew up on a farm. You know what they say. You can take the boy off the farm, but you can’t take the farm out of the boy.

Problem is, Papa Bear already has a job and farming is not it. Nor is landscape gardening. Nor lawn mowing.

Hobby, yes. Phenomenal green thumb, that man. But full-time work? And don’t think for a minute Momma Bear is interested in taking the reigns of a Deere.

Search criteria for Papa Bear consists of lot size, proximity to the neighbors, and what backs up to the property. Heaven forbid we back up to another house.

cubs sculpture, as seen at the National Zoo

“Here’s one,” he said as we perused real estate sites, “and we wouldn’t have to worry about anyone building behind us.”

“Why’s that?” I said.

“See this big field behind the property on the map?” he said. “It’s a cemetery.”

Momma Bear looked up to see if he was serious. He was. Dead serious. She huffed a low growl under her breath.

“What else have you found?” she said.

Papa Bear cracked a smile. “So living next to a cemetery is out of the question?”

“Completely.” Grrr.

Momma Bear’s main concerns are for the innards of the house. She would like an open floor plan so everyone can be together. She would like the heat to work in the winter and the air conditioner to work in the summer.

Enough room so every bear has his space, but not too much that she can’t clean up in a jiffy. A yard bigger than a postage stamp, but smaller than a park.

bear chair detail, as seen at the National Zoo

Our relocation agent has her work cut out looking for our just right.

One tidy, cozy, move-in-ready, little house on the prairie with a soccer field for a yard that doesn’t back up to another house or a cemetery.

Hibernating would be simpler. Any empty caves available in Sedgwick County?

Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace. Ephesians 4:13 NIV

We can work it out.