The greatest gift

Yesterday, my friend Mel gave birth to a baby boy; but this baby boy was not born to her.   No, Mel offered to carry little Quilan Boyd so that his mother could witness his birth, even though cancer had ruined her chances for carrying him herself.  Mel’s husband and children put up with morning sickness, emotions, and cravings so that a certain couple might become a family all their own.   They did it out of love; and they did it with enthusiasm.  I don’t know about you, but I’m not sure I could have that much love and concern for another.  Perhaps I’d get too attached; perhaps I’m simply too selfish.  What I do know, is this: my friend was willing to give the greatest gift of all; and in so doing, I believe, fullfilled John 15:13, “Greater love has no man, then when he lays down his life for his friends.”   No, she didn’t die – as we are taught in Sunday School – but she did put the life of another before her own.  And that is what it’s all about. 

So to both families, our deepest congratulations.  To Mel and her family – thanks for showing us what the greatest of love looks like …

Ode to fruit rollups

I was chatting with a friend when the topic of fruit rollups came up.  I was mid undying-love-and-devotion-spiel when she mentioned she couldn’t stand the things, “they’re so thin – what’s the point?”  GASP!  What’s the point?!  WHAT’S THE POINT?!!!  They’re like a little piece of heaven, that’s the point!  It doesn’t matter what deadline looms, what boring project lies before you, sadness, disappointment – all of it magically disappears while snacking on a fruit rollup. 

Of course, it will behoove you to know how to properly eat said rollup.  You don’t eat it flat; that’s just silly!  Once off the plastic, you section, roll back up, and munch.  If you want to be wild and crazy, you can wrap part of it around your finger, and eat the part that protrudes.  That’s some good times too.  Just be sure to periodically reposition – nothing ruins a good thing quite like chomping down on on a digit.    Then how will you explain?  You’re an adult for crying out loud!!

Why am I telling you this again?  Because it’s Monday, that’s why – and sometimes you need a little extra somethin’ to get through the day.   So go on and buy yourself a fruit rollup or two – unroll – peel – divide – roll – and munch it’s sweet goodness.  Then just try to tell me you don’t feel happier.

Brownies, anyone?

I could never be a criminal.  I possess a guilty-conscious of robust proportions.  To give you a clue…

Tonight is the last night of Photovoltaic training.  In the slight chance you may not be aware – I’m writing an installation manual for my dad.  This “little” project has been going on approximately forever.  The first draft was printed and distributed to this first class.  I then attended the first few weeks of the class to see what information the guys were most interested in, take notes, learn where we were lacking, etc. – I have since been working on edits.  And there are a lot of them. 

This is normal mind you.  Most books go through several revisions.  I’m on number two.  As it is, my dad insists the content is better than most.  Most of my edits are small, formatting issues.  Still, I can’t take it.  I’m wracked with guilt!  

So I did what any rational, business-minded woman would do – I whipped up a fresh batch of brownies and sent them with my dad.  So, your version of the manual sucks … hmmm… brownie?!

Yikes!

I was perusing the ads – not because I have money to spare, mind you; but simply because I feel intense pleasure from looking – from deciding what I would buy, if I did, indeed, have the money to buy it.  So, perusing ads … I come across a bra that boasts 62-different ways to wear it.  Sixty-two, my friends.  Now, admittedly, I do not get out much – but still, sixty-two ways to wear a bra?!   Normal, racerback, halter, strapless, one shoulder, the other, front crisscross, back crisscross, backless, plugging neckline … hat?  Earmuffs?  I’m at a loss!  Even if you do know the plethora of options, you probably need a detailed user’s guide to get ‘er done.  Like getting ready in the morning isn’t hard enough?  Obviously, I’ll be sticking with the less-advanced options – money, or no.  The other is just too … scary.