Wedding Countdown Day 28

This morning I woke up thinking, “Gadzooks!” (I didn’t really think “Gadzooks”, it’s just fun to write “Gadzooks”).  I woke up thinking, “OMGoodness, I didn’t order the yellow Jordan almonds yet!”  Here’s when you know that things are getting out of hand: when your first thought of the day is yellow Jordan almonds.

We are doing a candy buffet at the reception and it’s been hard to stop buying candy.  I thought I was done, until this morning.   See, I did order pink Jordan almonds a few weeks ago, but I didn’t realize they had a chocolate layer under the candy coating.  Shipping Jordan almonds is fairly costly so I couldn’t send them back.  But I can’t eat chocolate (don’t feel sorry for me, it’s a blessing) and I really want to eat Jordan almonds at the reception.   Whoa, whoa, whoa.  Out of hand.

Weddings will do that to you.  Take a nice, normal person and turn you into a maniac who lives in a world where Jordan almonds are actually important.  Anyway, I ordered 5# of yellow Jordan almonds this morning and they will arrive well before the big day.  Whew!  That was close.

p.s. I also ordered Spanx today.

Wedding Countdown Day 29

“Are you ready for some serious shopping?” I asked PB as we got in the car to make a trip to the big city.  His eyebrows went up, his shoulders went down and sweat started beading on his forehead.  “Aw, it’ll be fun,” I said.  And it was.

This was the I-don’t-have-a-dress-to-wear-to-the-wedding-yet shopping trip.  Oh,yeah, and PB probably needs something, too.  So we spent yesterday going into every dress shop in Madison and I must say, PB was a real trooper.  Nary a complaint, not even a sigh.  I let him stop for ice-cream mid afternoon and he was good for another two malls. 

The MOB dress is a tricky thing.  She can’t look better than the bride and bridesmaids, but she should look a little better than everybody else.  She doesn’t want to look too old, but she can’t look like she’s trying to be too hip.  Long or short?  Bright colored or subtle?  $368 or $40? 

I saw it in the second store I looked, and nothing measured up the rest of the day.  PB thought that meant an early exit, but he was game when I mentioned that shoes, necklace, earrings were next on the list.  Good thing he was eating ice-cream at the time, getting his strength up for round 2.  What a patient man.

Buying PB a suit was a breeze.  Instead of traipsing around the city to every dress shop, if you’re a man, you go to the only men’s suit store in town.  A very professional, well dressed young man directed us to the perfect suit with the perfect fit with the perfect shirt and tie.  Perfect.  So easy.  But I wasn’t jealous.  I like traipsing around with my husband.

So, we are going to look good, but not too good;  not too young and not too old;  classic, yet with a little flair.  I only forgot one thing: Spanx.

Wedding Countdown Day 30

Last night I made 84 cake balls.  In lieu of the traditional wedding cake, we have decided to make cake pops, Lord have mercy.  They are so darn cute, though, and will make for a festive display.  Last night was strawberry night.  I already have 120 chocolate cake balls in the freezer.  And we haven’t even started with the vanilla yet.   Here’s the scoop on cake balls:

The night before I made 3 cakes. 

I started by cutting the cake into 8 chunks.

Then I took a knife and scraped off the brown outer covering.  You can’t have brown crumbs in pink cake balls.  That would just be wrong.

 

Next, I rubbed the chunk of cake in my hands over a bowl and let the crumbs fall where they may.

 

How do the crumbs hold together, you ask?  Frosting, of course!  I dropped a dollop in the crumbs and worked it in.  Oh, and see that cake pan with all those delicious, moist, brown bits of goodness?  I didn’t eat all of it…

 

The last step was to roll the delectable concoction into balls and put them into the freezer.  When they are frozen, I will put them into a sealed plastic container where they will wait for their crowning glory: a dip into more candy coating sweetness.  The day before the wedding.  Gulp.  This better work or I’ll be in big trouble. 

 

 

 

 

 

Wedding Countdown

One month from today our daughter is getting married!  So I thought it would be fun to do a wedding countdown.  I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be one of those prolific bloggers who write every day.  Here’s my chance to try it, with built-in subject matter.  It’s not like I really need more to do right now, but I think I’ll give it a go.  So, thirty-one days and counting…

I’m aware that the month before a wedding is very busy and stressful…and filled with emotion….and chuck full of details, details, details.  But I figured, “Why not try to capture some of the craziness?”  Warning: if you happen to stumble upon this blog and find a picture of a car engulfed in flames, just know I crashed and burned and the wedding countdown wasn’t such a good idea after all.

I don’t know quite what to expect but what I’m aiming for are short daily entries from me, the MOB (Mother of the Bride).  Hopefully, there will be some deep insights and nostalgia, but probably there will be more lists of things yet to be done and cries out to God for strength.  *deep breath*  So, hold my hand and jump on the wedding countdown circus train, if you dare.

Weird Wisconsin Roadtrip

Every summer, for the past four years, my daughter, Anna, and her good buddy, Sydney, have taken a day and gone on a Weird Wisconsin Roadtrip.  Sometimes it’s just the two of them and sometimes they take along a friend or two to search out weird and wonderful sights in our state.  This year, the girls decided on something really wild.  They took their moms.  Yes, Beth and I were privileged to be chosen for this annual event and we couldn’t have been happier!  A whole day of gallivanting with our girls!  Here’s how the WWR worked:

First, we went to the bakery, where sour cream donuts, a blueberry danish and a banana were purchased.  Coffee in hand,  we walked down the block to the bookstore.  We sat on the bench on the sidewalk and munched on our pastries while we waited for the bookstore to open.  The owner of the store saw us sitting out there and opened up early for us.  Ah, how I love small towns.  We picked up the book “Weird Wisconsin” and paged through it, looking for an interesting destination.  Beth offered to buy the book and the girls exchanged wide-eyed smiles as they suddenly realized that this will be a Roadtrip like no other.  This time they have people along with money in their purses and a penchant for indulging their children. 

We strolled to the town square and sat on the grass while taking a vote on which direction to head.  Northeast was agreed upon for various reasons, but mostly we just decided to take off to see what we could discover.  Our first stop was at the “La Rue World of Miniatures” in Pardeeville.  (Who wouldn’t want to live in PARDEEVILLE?)   We drove right by it at first, but Anna spotted the attraction amidst the overgrowth.  Evidently, LaRue’s is no longer in operation and hasn’t been for quite some time; but no one was around and trespassing on an abandoned world of mini-statues seemed an appropriate way to start the Weird Wisconsin Roadtrip.

From there we continued down the road to Princeton where a huge flea market is held every weekend in the summer.  I bought three old yardsticks for just $.21 per inch.  As we were leaving, a man called out to me, “Do you collect those?”  He told me he had a bunch of them in his workshop he’d sell me cheap.  Then he proceeded to tell me how to get to his place a few miles out of town and what barn his shop was in and to go in the door on the east side of the barn and just to the right of his bench is a pile of those yardsticks I could have cheap.   We turned down that adventure.  Trespassing once was enough for one day.

Continuing northeast, we found ourselves in Oshkosh, b’gosh.  Since it was well past noon, and we were dangerously close to that hot-grumpy-hungry state, we stopped at the New Moon Cafe for refreshment.  They were kind enough to prepare something off-menu for some of our special dietary needs and we all felt rejuvenated for our next stop: the Oshkosh Public Museum.  Evidently, this was the home of a very special clock called the Apostle’s Clock.  Every hour on the hour, this 114 year old clock would spring into action.  Jesus would come out the top door and the twelve apostles would pass by Him and bow their mechanical heads.  All except Judas, that is.  When he would come out the little door and go by Jesus, Judas would turn his back to the Lord.  That 30 seconds of drama is what we came 90 miles to see. 

However, squeals of delight came from the backseat when the girls saw an unexpected sign out in front of the museum: PotterFest.  I couldn’t believe it when I realized Harry Potter was just about to trump Jesus and the Apostle’s Clock.  I also couldn’t believe it when I paid for two $7 admissions to Wisconsin’s rendition of Hogwart’s.  Harry and his friends were there and even though I’ve never read any of the books, their presentation was quite entertaining.  After being “sorted” and having our tea leaves “read”, I did feel a twinge of guilt when the clock struck the hour and Jesus walked out of the little door.

On the way home, we drove through the beautiful Green Lake Conference Center resort area.  Unfortunately, the prayer tower was locked so we couldn’t climb up to take in the panaramic view of the lake.  To their credit, the girls tried like the dickens to pick the lock with three bobbie pins, but to no avail.  Further down the road, a little town was kicking off its 4th of July parade, so we plopped down on a blanket and soaked up some small town patriotism.  We clapped for the middle school band with one lone trumpet player trying his best to carry 12 squeaky clarinets in “America the Beautiful”.  We picked up candy and gave it to the little boy next to us, except for the Tootsie Roll that Beth made a dive for.  We cheered for the Shriners on their little scooters and bought the girls a brat. 

There were still three sites on our list to see in Montello: the waterfall, the tombstone of the boy who would not lie, and the state’s biggest tree.  We saw the waterfall, passed on the cemetery, and pulled up beside the tree, but only Beth wanted to get out and see if the four of us could reach all the way around it.  I admired her energy; she could have kept going for another 90 miles, I think.  Instead, the three of us looked at her with tired, sad eyes and she took pity on us.  We headed home and enjoyed nice conversation down the highway.

This was declared “the best Weird Wisconsin Roadtrip ever”.  Thanks, girls, for inviting Beth and me to join you on your  summer day adventure.  As if being your moms wasn’t adventure enough!

Anna and Sydney found the long lost World of Miniatures.

A mini Washington Monument.

Anna finds MyLittle Ponies at the flea market. 

Sydney wonders what the white container is.

New Moon Cafe – a cool place to eat lunch.

Anna being sorted by Harry and the talking hat.

The Apostle’s Clock

The lock that would not be picked.

Last stop: 4th of July parade.

A very good day.

On Hold

PB just spent a week at camp with high school kids.  He’s tired. 

I am about to spend a week with Preschool-5th graders.  I’m already tired.   

All this to say, this little blog is on hold until I have recovered. 

No bets on how long that will be…

However, I do have something fun planned for July so stay tuned!

Praying Up with John Baillie

Maybe I should just cut and paste the June 2010 posts right back in here.  Strawberry jam, camp week, VBS week – here we go again!  Except this year, throw in a wedding.  Yes, a wedding!  The big day isn’t until August, but we are in full matrimony mode.  All this activity could threaten to overwhelm me, so I need a little help these days getting prayed up.  When I sit in my prayer chair early in the morning, I start to pray, but I am bombarded with thoughts like these: 

Dear Lord, thanks for this new day.  Help me to walk in Your ways…..

Oh!   Remember to call the candy store to see if they can order red raspberry drops to go with the lemon drops for the reception……

Sorry, Lord.  Okay, fill me with Your Spirit and use me to serve others.

Ah!   Don’t forget to cut out that bamboo leaf pattern for the set design and print out more nametags for the VBS kids…….

Oops.  Focus.  Be with PB and the kids today. 

Oh yah!  Gotta pick up a Father’s Day card and get PB’s favorite snack food packed up for his week at camp….

In times like these, I call on John Baillie and his prayers.  When I can’t seem to put together two sentences that make sense even to God, Baillie’s “A Diary of Private Prayer” is just what I need. (For more on John Baillie see October 6, 2010 post,  “Borrowing Prayers From John Baillie”.)   Take it away John.  The rest of us will join in.

“O Eternal God, though Thou art not such as I can see with my eyes or touch with my hands, yet grant me this day a clear conviction of Thy reality and power.  Let me not go forth to my work believing only in the world of sense and time, but give me grace to understand that the world I cannot see or touch is the most real world of all…Let me keep steadily in mind that the things that matter are not money or possessions, not houses or lands, not bodily comfort or bodily pleasure; but truth and honour and meekness and helpfulness and a pure love of Thyself.”

Amen.

Judging the Judgmental

For the law was given through Moses;  grace and truth came through Jesus Christ.  John 1:17

Continued from the last post:  I guess my 4th grade teacher was right.  When I point my finger at someone else, there are three more pointing back at me.  This judging business is tricky.  I looked at those self-righteous Pharisees in John 8 and judged them for their judgmentalism, self-righteous person that I am.

What is astonishing to me is the way Jesus brought grace and truth to this sticky situation.

Truth: Jesus knew the truth about the woman’s sin and didn’t make excuses for her.  He didn’t debate with the Pharisees about the law or the punishment the law required.  In fact, Jesus challenged them to go ahead and stone her, which might have thrown them off a bit.  Except no one could meet the qualifier: being without sin.  Jesus was the only one there who actually met the requirements to cast the first stone, but he didn’t pick up a pebble.

Lesson:  Sin is sin and Jesus is the only one who can do anything about it.

Truth:  Jesus knew the truth about the Pharisees’ hearts: they were not motivated by a desire for righteousness, but by evil.  When Jesus asked the woman where her accusers were, the Greek word for “accuser” was the same word the rabbis used for the devil.  The religious professionals weren’t even aware that they were “caught in the act” of sinning as well.

Lesson:  Only Jesus knows what’s in the heart, good or bad.

Grace:  Jesus didn’t pass judgment on the woman.  He was careful not to bring added shame to her in front of the Pharisees and the people looking on.  Jesus only spoke to her after her accusers had left, saying, “Neither do I condemn you.  Go and sin no more.”  Although he knew what the law said, Jesus didn’t enforce the punishment, perhaps thinking, “It won’t be long before I fulfill the law and die for that sin.”

Lesson:  Casting shame, guilt and condemnation onto others is not in my job description.

Grace:  Jesus did not cast judgment on the Pharisees.  In a masterful move, he forced the religious leaders to judge themselves.  As they stood there gripping the rocks in their hands, Jesus politely bent down and wrote in the dust.  He didn’t stare them down, preach them a sermon, or embarrass them in front of the people; he allowed them to leave quietly with a little bit of dignity.

Lesson:  Grace causes people to drop their rocks.

I guess it doesn’t really matter what Jesus wrote…

What Would Jesus Write?

“But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger.”  John 8:6

PB preached on John 8:1-11 on Sunday.  There’s a lot going on in those eleven verses and I have a whole string of questions that are stirring in my heart and mind.  But one of the most intriguing parts of this scene is when Jesus wrote something on the ground with his finger.  It is the only instance in recorded scripture of Jesus writing anything.  The Word became flesh, but didn’t write a single word of scripture.  That’s fascinating.

A woman (the sinner) caught in the act of adultery stood before Jesus, as her accusers (the church folks) beat her up with Bible verses.  Meanwhile, Jesus stooped down and doodled in the dirt.  Or did He?  What would Jesus write?  Well, I read about 25 commentaries on this passage and they all started out by stating, “There is no way of knowing what Jesus wrote on the ground, but it’s possible that….”  And so the conjecture begins.  Here are some theories:

1)  Jesus stooped down and scribbled in the dirt to collect himself because he was so angry with the Pharisees and because He didn’t want to bring further shame to the woman.

2)  Jesus wanted to give the Pharisees a chance to stop their vendetta against Him at the expense of this woman.  He was hoping they would hear themselves and recognize how evil they sounded.

3)  Jesus began to write a list of sins that the Pharisees had commiteed and were now committing.

4)  Jesus began to write a list of woman’s names and addresses – the name of each accuser’s girlfriend.

5)  Jesus was just following proper Roman judicial practices by writing out the sentence before pronouncing it.

6)  Jesus drew a picture.  (However, the Greek makes it clear Jesus wrote words.)

7)  Jesus wrote out the 10 Commandments.

8)  Jesus wrote the Pharisees’ names in the dust along with Jeremiah 17:13.  (“O Lord, the hope of Israel, all who forsake you will be put to shame. Those who turn away from you will be written in the dust because they have forsaken the Lord, the spring of living water”)

Care to weigh in?  Cast a vote?  What do you think Jesus wrote?