Christmas in NY and a nasty dog...

Dichotomy

I wish this were not my arch nemesis.
There is no logic behind my fear. I can't tell you how many times I've been advised that my NASCAR-like driving skills will make my trip to heaven a million times faster than US Air.

I understand that each slight bump that is less than the dip in my driveway will not plunge me to a hurtling death from 35,000 feet.

I know that if it truly is my time to go, I probably won't even know it.

I also know I could step out of my front door tomorrow and get hit by a bus.

Probably the same chances.

But what makes me most upset is not the fact that Kory has to talk me through a panic attack every time I board a plane (althought that MAY be Kory's least favorite thing in the world). Not that I break out in a cold sweat, thereby defeating any chance that my Lady Speed Stick has to work. Not that my hands shake so badly that it's hard for me to hold a coke. Not even that I took two antihistimines and two Excedrine migraine tablets and was still too riled up to sleep.

What I hate most is that I don't get a chance to truly appreciate this.

Why do I not understand that I am one of the few privileged enough in this world to witness this view?

Why do I not recall when I'm close enough to touch them the verses that read that one day I'll see Jesus Himself sitting on these clouds?

When will I sit back, take a deep breath, and just look at where I am, knowing full well that the God Who make this panorama holds me in the palm of His hands?

I want to be right here...

Our retirement plan

Manis and Pedis, Aunt Jenny style...I'll make a girl out of her yet!

Who the heck gave birth to these hobbits????

Life is Precious, Life is Sweet.

The Garden State

KC Corporate Challenge

My freaking strong, amazing husband...

my flowers

This afternoon, Karen and Kyla--Kory's sisters--and his parents sent me this bouquet of flowers. They did it because they love me.
I love them, too.

SOMEBODY is using their outside voice...

So my 80 pound boxer bully dog who is supposed to protect me from stranger danger is a little afraid of a bright blue bucket.

Who's not afraid of a bucket or two?

In laws

I've got two pretty amazing parents. (I can say that because I'm so much like both of them!)

But I also married into an awfully good family, and Kory's parents are cherished and loved.

New Furniture....and a hungry dog

Spring is here

My deck from the dining room; nice view, huh?

I just love a good, plush fern.

Do you see how spoiled Charlie is? He has 3, count 'em THREE, soccer balls.

Guess how many he shares.

None.

What do I do with rosemary? I've got basil covered.


They're not Jersey tomatoes, but they'll do for now.

Not a huge fan of pink geraniums, but the red ones were all sold out, and I love geraniums too much to be prejudice.