“Baby’s first snow” is probably supposed to be in a baby book somewhere with pictures of a toddler falling down wearing way too much clothing and generally being adorable.
Well that wasn’t me at all. My first real snow looked more like sitting on the couch at my boyfriend’s house in PJs and a hoodie cross-stitching and watching Netflix while occasionally looking out the window to see how the snow was snowing.
But look how pretty!
So what else did I do on my trip?
I got to go to dinner with these girls (and that guy) at City Tap House in D.C., which was really good!
I got to hang out with this guy for his birthday and drink even more beer.
And there was a fair amount of crafting involved, so you know I’m happy. His mom made me this scarf and I finished a bigger piece I was working on. Don’t worry… I’ll show you soon!
I also got to stay a whole extra day because of the snow, only to have my rescheduled flights home cancelled (thanks Delta). I spent like 16 hours in airports and planes on the way back, and managed to land at an airport 90 miles from home at 11pm. My fantastic father picked me up so I could be back at work.
Stay warm out there! Vacation Meg, signing off.
It’s not like I DISLIKED them. I just felt about them kind of like I used to feel about poetry. Fluffy. Frivolous. No real substance.
I’m finding out that I was wrong.
Like… super wrong.
I’m currently in the middle of TWO Bible studies. This is two more than I was involved in this time last year. (We’ll probably talk about my newfound love for scripture another time.) One is a study by Beth Moore about David. The other is from the ladies at SheReadsTruth.com called “This is the Bible”. Both focus heavily on verses from the Book of Psalms.
The Beth Moore study, in particular, has been amazing at linking Psalms that David wrote to events that happened in his life, which has been really helpful in making them come alive for me. And see that… well… It’s not just fluff. This was a man pouring his heart out to God when he had literally nowhere else to turn and no one else who understood. It’s lonely at the top AND at the bottom.
I’ll share one with you that, in the last few weeks since I’ve been reading it and meditating on it almost daily, has completely revolutionized the way I see myself.
Song of Trust in God Alone
1 For God alone my soul waits in silence;
from him comes my salvation.
2 He alone is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress; I shall never be shaken.
3 How long will you assail a person,
will you batter your victim, all of you,
as you would a leaning wall, a tottering fence?
4 Their only plan is to bring down a person of prominence.
They take pleasure in falsehood;
they bless with their mouths,
but inwardly they curse.
5 For God alone my soul waits in silence,
for my hope is from him.
6 He alone is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress; I shall not be shaken.
7 On God rests my deliverance and my honor;
my mighty rock, my refuge is in God.
8 Trust in him at all times, O people;
pour out your heart before him;
God is a refuge for us.
9 Those of low estate are but a breath,
those of high estate are a delusion;
in the balances they go up;
they are together lighter than a breath.
10 Put no confidence in extortion,
and set no vain hopes on robbery;
if riches increase, do not set your heart on them.
11 Once God has spoken;
twice have I heard this:
that power belongs to God,
12 and steadfast love belongs to you, O Lord.
For you repay to all
according to their work.
In her study, Beth Moore went on to say that, if you’ve reached a place where you understand that concept of “God alone,” then you have a story to tell – it’s been a journey to get there. Ain’t that the truth.
On God rests my deliverance and my honor. GOD ALONE.
You guys are probably way ahead of me and know this already. There’s a reason, I suppose, that the Book of Psalms is a fav. I don’t know why it’s taken me this long to get that, but I’m glad I’m here.
I used to be a crazy scrapbooker. You know the type. I don’t even have to describe us.
But then life got harder and I didn’t feel like I really wanted to record those moments (I know I still should have – we don’t know how far we’ve come if we don’t remember where we’ve been). And then when things got happier, I was just so overwhelmed with options and a blank 12×12 page was intimidating and I just… stopped.
I discovered ProjectLife through Instagram. It’s pocket scrapbooking. You buy a kit (or you don’t, but I did – makes things faster). And you can throw a page together in, like, NO TIME. With no pressure. The kit does the hard work – everything already matches.
You can also add elements of traditional scrapbooking – all the embellishment your little heart desires.
But the point is to get your life in those pages. Document things. Document your LIFE. Some people do a page every week. I prefer to break it up into monthly chunks and use as many pages as I need to finish that month. I’m really loving it.
Here are my first pages – from September 2013. I’ll show you more recent pages later, and I promise they get better. I’m just really loving this scrapbooking system.
September was such a fun month! To Dallas for a few days, where I hung out with friends, a week in Maryland with my boyfriend, and back to Dallas. Two concerts: Tegan & Sara in Dallas and O’Brother in DC. A couple of GREAT girls’ nights. Just… fun!
All ProjectLife cards are from the Craft kit. LOVE those little glasses!
It’s been a lovely 60ish degrees for a few days in Louisiana, but today I’m en route to Maryland.
What awaits me? My boyfriend – it’s his birthday this weekend!
And also (yet another) winter storm.
Will this be the time that I actually get to see real snow? The kind that sticks to the ground?
But this project reminds me of summer, because I stitched it last summer in my backyard.
Sometimes I just sit out there and play guitar.
Here’s this happy guy, finished and framed. He’s displayed in my office at work. I get lots of comments on him.
Pattern from Etsy. $3
It started sometime last year with an idea – a desire to do something different, something with my hands. So I picked up a free (incredibly geeky) pattern online, some hand-me-down materials my mom had sent home with me at some point, and just…
And I haven’t really stopped.
How fun is the frame I found at Hobby Lobby for this old school Nintendo controller? It hangs over my newfangled electronics at home.
I know I haven’t exactly been faithful to this little blog, but I’ve been a bit busy (Haven’t we all?). My idea is to catch you up on some of the crafty stuff I’ve done and show you what I’m working on. Talk about what’s going on in my life a little. No promises. I’m clearly not very good at them.
Guys. This is the best curry I’ve ever made. I borrowed from like four different recipes, so I can’t even claim to have invented it, but I can definitely share it.
3 Tbsp vegetable oil
2 Tbsp minced garlic
1 medium yellow onion
2 Tbsp curry powder
0.5 Tbsp cumin
0.25 tsp black pepper
4 medium carrots, chopped
1 large russet potato, peeled and cut into 1-inch pieces
1 cup lentils (I used yellow because I had yellow, but color doesn’t matter)
4 cups vegetable broth (I used bullion + water)
1 can (13-14oz) unsweetened coconut milk
Heat oil over medium heat. Add garlic, onion, curry, and cumin. Cook until onion is softened. Add carrots, potato, lentils, broth, and pepper. Bring to a boil, reduce heat, add coconut milk, and simmer 15-20 minutes, or until vegetables are tender. Stir occasionally. Serve over basmati rice.
If you wanted more spice, I’m betting this would be amazing with the addition of some red pepper flakes. I’ll add some next time!
I hate it when people say, “New Year, New Me.” As if there was something wrong with the old you? I promise I’m the same person I was a week ago. And I’m good with that.
I’d reflect on 2012, but I kind of really don’t want to think about it. Much of it wasn’t fun. I did get this fantastic new nephew and a fabulous sister-in-law. And I’m claiming to be Aunt Meg to my friends Jen and Patrick’s new baby. I adore all of them. Those are my favorite things from 2012. So I’m keeping those and leaving the rest of it behind.
I rang in the new year with my BFF, friend Kristi, and their little family of housemates in Baton Rouge. It was a fantastic and relaxing few days, and I’m grateful that they opened their home to me. I ate (mostly) vegetarian and gluten-free while I was with them, and I survived – EVEN ENJOYED – the delightful food they prepared. I also got to see my friend Brooke and talk wedding details with her for her April wedding (yay!). AND I got to meet up with my brother Aaron and his girlfriend Cam for a little while on New Year’s Day.
People make these long lists of things they want to do or accomplish in the new year. That’s fine, and all, but mine looks a little something like this:
-Turn 30 – this will happen, whether I’m ready for it or not, at the end of this month
-Graduate – pleasepleaseplease
-Find a job – pleasepleasepleasepleasePLEASEpleaseplease
That’s about it. All the change I can handle for one year. I mean… I’d like to write more and read more and help more and learn more, but I’m just not sure I can promise anyone (even and especially myself) that I’ll do any of that in the coming year. I’m just going to work on those three things up there.
I hope your 2013 is fabulous so far.
I love Easter. It’s my favorite holiday, and not just because I’m passionate about Cadbury eggs. I mean… I am, but…
Top: Reed, Ansley, Mary, Aaron, Cameron, Anna, James
Bottom: Uncle Bill, Grandma (Barbara), Dad (Buddy), Ansley, Dad (Buddy), Mom (Kathy)
Today was fantastic. It was a bright, sunny day. The three church services I sang in were full of energy and life. My brother and his girlfriend were up from Baton Rouge, and our visit as a family was awesome (even though we missed Daniel – he’s studying abroad in Paris!). And the food was good, too, even if I’m a tad bitter about not having any Peep cake.
It’s Christmas break, right? Right.
So why have I spent my ENTIRE day doing separations homework?
I’m so frustrated with this assignment.
Joey and I took a break from homework to take his precious Auggie to the park. It was a delightful break for ALL of us.
D’awww! You can tell his daddy is his hero, right?
This is SUCH a typical Auggie expression. And look at the sand in his beard!
Forsythe Park at sunset was a glorious place to be.
Back to the grind… Joey and I were just lamenting the lack of “cool” places to do homework on a Friday night. When we realized…
I love this place.
So when I got my new camera, I knew it was the first place I had to go to play around with it.
I don’t claim to be a great photographer – or even a good one. But I love taking pictures.
This morning was perfect (early, anyway – before it got cloudy). The sky was clear and super blue.
My grandfather had a huge love for this place – Black Bayou NWR. He volunteered many hours there. He also loved photography and taught me to love it. So this morning, when I spent some time taking pictures in one of his favorite places, I felt really connected to Gramps. I think he would have liked these.