Strikes my fancy

for now ;-) When we moved in I liked the size of our pantry, but even looking at it I knew I'd make some changes. Within the first month I hated the shelves. They're so deep that things get lost in the back! So after a few months I had enough in the budget to buy some brackets and pull out the drill. I'm currently loving the change. I might mirror these shelves on the left side if we start to stockpile more. I do have room for a few more shelves on the right side. **believe it or not NONE of that pop is mine! ;-)

I've been thinking about my friend Will this week as Tuesday would have been his 39th birthday. I'm sure it would have involved karaoke and a night that went toooooo late for me! Then today I ran across this video: This song will always remind me of Will - he was always singing it to me! I miss you buddy!

I loved Light Brite when I was a kid. One year someone even brought one to a white elephant exchange and I really hoped I'd get it (I didn't). But this video reminds me of the good old days of light brite....

My commute to work takes me through (what I consider) the southern border to downtown ATL. Normally I cruise to work - other fly past me - and laugh at everyone headed north. Sitting still, moving at 5 miles per hour. Sometimes there is payback (like my trips home on baseball game days), but rarely in the morning. Today was different...I had to call in to say I would be late (I'm normally around 10 minutes early). From what I could tell someone flipped their car on our ramp onto "the connector" (learning the lingo). Usually I drive this thinking about breakfast. Why? Because every morning I see people waking up from sleeping under the bridges. This is new - they weren't there over the summer. Seriously it's like Labor Day happened and a whole community sprang up. I wonder where they were before. I see them clumped together like neighbors or families or small communitites. I think about bringing bags of breakfast foods or sandwiches. Today I chuckled as...

I made grilled chicken pitas the other night for dinner. Just a little of this: (Thanks Julia!) on some chicken that I cooked on the George Foreman. Then we stuffed it with lettuce, cucumbers & tomatoes (bought from a guy on the side of the road and GOOD), feta cheese and onion. Some of us also put sour cream on it.

This week at church the preaching passage was from Hebrews chapter 4. A chapter I'm familiar with - not super familiar, but familiar. You might know this part (starting in verse 12) "For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword,". That's the part I knew, but we read on "it penetrates even to dividing soul and spriit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart." When we read that part I just thought "wow". The teacher went on to say that this part meant that God redefines us from the center - from the core of our being. But I literally was thinking about the Word of God. You know those times when you think the preacher is preaching just to you? When you are convicted or encouraged or simply reminded of something? When I think about the Word of God being active and judging the thoughts and attitudes of the heart this totally makes sense. Of course God's word will jump out and s...