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Monthly Archives: February 2012

Firing the Help

This is the morning scene my sweet and ‘not so innocent children’ awoke to. “Are we having a morning fiesta, momma?” Izzy excitedly asks.
“Urrrr ummmm.  Not so much. Izzy, in the 8 months y’all have been handled dish duty, I have realized that every single plate I own is now chipped.  See these wine glasses???”
“Oh yes momma, very pretty wine glasses. Can I use one of them for my orange juice this morning??”
“Urrrrr…. ummmmm. No. Do you that realize momma used to have 12 and now, if you look, how many glasses does momma have left?”
“I only see 2. You can use the other one for your orange juice, I don’t mind!!!!”
“Urrrrrrr ummmmm, I’m sure you don’t mind and thank you precious for sharing my wine glasses with me but that’s not my point. My point is just this:
Momma has collected dishes and has for many, many years ~” “And glasses too!!” Izzy adds. “Yes, and glasses too.  And up until 8 months ago, maybe one or two glasses would be broken every couple of years but rarely ~ if ever ~ has mommas plates been chipped. Do you see my point?”
“I don’t see your point, but I DO see those chips! WHEW!!! Look at that one, momma, it’s a biggie. See it?”
“Errrrrrr ummmmm, yes, Izzy, I see it, and just think, this is only a couple of mommas plates, not all of them.”

“And I bet they have chips too, huh?” I bet you are right. What do you think I ought to do about my lil helpers breaking all of mommas glasses and chipping up all her pretty plates??”

“Hmmmmmm. I think you should fire us momma.  Seriously, we don’t mind…..

Windex Takes the Sting Outta Orange

Ok, so I had no idea the cool masks, necklaces and hats that are involved in a Mardi Gras party… Don’t even think I’m not already designing my 2013 Mardi Gras attire!
Friday night was Bella Blue’s second book signing. If you haven’t read my last post, you might want to visit:  http://www.princessflibbertigibbet.com/2012/02/faking-it.html Now that you are back and informed, you will notice I am no longer orange; nor am I strongly resembling an push pop or that woman from the movie: There’s something about Mary. Thank you, Windex.
No, this dude was not my date, Izzy was. I snagged him from the crowd because I liked his get up: Elvis hair, sun glasses, a crazy jacket and oh ~ we can’t forget his Mardi Gras jester hat. Too funny!
Izzy and me ~ major book peddlers! The second book signing came off great! I left Friday night with swollen tootsies, a few less sequins, feathers floating through the hallways yet still ~ smelling like windex cleaner a rose.

Rocking In Church


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My children were raised in our home church for 12 years. We sat in the same seat of the same row nestled in the same cacoon.

One of the biggest decions I’ve ever made was to break out of that cacoon and switch churches.  I loved my church. I knew my church. They knew me.

I was deeply involved; I felt as though these people were family. How can one abandon their family?

After all, I was a Sunday school teacher, a Bible study leader, a Stephen’s minister, VBS worker, and oh yeah ~ I volunteered…

A lot.

But then it happened.

Doesn’t it always have to happen?

My son turns 14 and then ~ he starts to buck the sameness of the system.

“I’m bored. I’m not going. Nope. Nada. Never again.”

I could tell he meant it. Jake can be so dern stubborn…wonder where that trait comes from ~ UGGG!

It is then that we began as a family ~ tiny but mighty ~ to visit other churches.

This was NOT an easy process:

#1 Too loud

#2 Chairs too hard

#3 Didn’t feel at home

# 4 Liked ok, but not a fit.

Started as a family to feel sad. :(

#5 Return to home church ….Jakeless

#6 Visited Stevens Creek ….and here we are today…

If you think I’m being over zealous and question WHY anyone would leave their safe puffy cacoon, look over at your lil people that live with you. Don’t you want your own peeps to love church the way you do?

And if it takes rocking out sunday mornings then by all means….

Rock on…..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W3Yb_Q2cndQ&feature=related