Spicy Spices

We cook

a lot

You probably already know that though.

and I’m sick of how cruddy the spice cabinet looks

We buy bulk from a local spice store: Molly Bea’s Ingredients (so inexpensive compared to the McChain store)

Not wanting to spend mega-bucks on spice containers (ugly spice containers) the beautiful herbs and spices just sat. Ugly.


inspiration struck!

and now


oh my

the cabinet doors should just be taken off

they’re too pretty to be hid away now

What do you think?!

because I am in love.

My Bottle Tree

There’s a movie, I can.not. remember which movie–but there’s a scene in the backyard with a hu-mon-go tree filled with empty bottles hanging from it.

I want that tree.

Until then, my husband got me this one. I only need 27 more bottles to fill it!

Worship at Church or Home?

I know the preferable answer is both. Meet with other believers at church and also live out your faith at home.

But what happens when a family doesn’t have a church? What if they’re in transition? What if they’re ill? (There could be a thousand what if’s.)

So the question de jour: Is it better to go to church once a week and do nothing else–OR– not go to church and pray with your spouse every morning, study your Bible during the day, teach your children from the Bible throughout the week, and fellowship online with other believers?

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I need to do this today. I had originally intended to post all the CRAP that’s happening, but what’s the point? I sent an email to one of my bloggy friends and then realized that even though there’s so much wrong, there’s also a lot that’s right.


  • My husband loves me and I love him. Today, that’s a big deal. When so many other couples are divorcing or are complacent and uncaring, I am grateful for Phil. What you see is what you get with us, I talk about him all the time because he’s so much a part of me. I’m not sure I would have the strength to go on without him. Y’know that song Johnny and June? Well, not just the song, but the Johnny and June love story? (“…and when you’re gone, I wanna go too, like Johnny and June…”) Yeah, that’s us minus singing careers. It was rough in the beginning, but it’s always been stronger than we’re able to explain.

  • My son. He’ll be nine on Saturday. Nine! Goodness how did that much time go by? He’s turning into his father (which pleases me to no end.) He’s such a good kid. Sensitive to people’s needs, caring, loving, funny–man is the kid funny. For example, yesterday he says, “When you see RIP on a tombstone, it’s Rest In Peace. If a Lego guy died, it would have to be Rest In Pieces.”
  • Our health, I mean, aside from bumps, sprains, bruises and such, we’re pretty healthy people. Phil’s got high blood pressure, I’ve got this (as of yet unfixed) hypothyroidism but those are totally treatable and minor in comparison to things I don’t want to talk about.
  • We have families who love us.
  • We still have our home.
  • Phil still has a job.
  • We’ve got the best friends anyone could ask for.
  • There’s food on the table and clothes on our backs.

We’re really not that bad off. And I need to remind myself because I’m sure I’m in the midst of a big ole rootin’ tootin’ spiritual battle. I’ve walked in this fire before, I remember what it feels like to try to continue walking with those unhealed blisters on the bottom of my feet. It’s not fun, but I understand it’s a part of walking with Christ.

Feet are important this time, I’m trying to figure it all out.

Feet walk, run, jump, play, bend, twist. Feet are the foundation of our walk.

Any other valuable foot notes? 😉 Pun totally intended.

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Bad Blogger Day 3

Run Forrest Run!
Chuck loves going on walks.
Molly’s tuckered out. You’d be tired too if you were missing a leg.

Had to throw a pretty one in there.

Our un-named Beta fish jumped to his death.
He jumped out of his water. I found him on the carpet almost completely dried up.
These pictures are right after I threw him back in the water.

He was still breathing for a few hours, buy his buoyancy was gone.
I know he looks dead here, but really, he was still alive.
Why would I take pictures of a dead fish.

Okay. Don’t answer that.
Then Phil went gangsta with the hat and tried to choke the dogs.

I told him to leave the dogs alone and he went psycho on me.

Molly protected me.
Or hid in the tub.

We took another walk in the woods and found a dead tree creature.
I know it was dead because I poked it.
Unless it was playing possum.
But I’m pretty sure the tree creature is dead.

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