25 facts about me:

1. I hate when people make mouth noises.
2. My own mouth noises do not bother me.
3. I like my nose.
4. I have to have a cup of coffee every morning by 8 o’clock.
5. I read all magazines from back to front and then re-read from front to back
6. Any song by UB 40 makes me happy, and I don’t know why.
7. I dislike it when people (especially strangers) call me hon, honey, sweetie.
8. I do not like calling people.
9. I secretly wish to be on Broadway
10. I love horseback riding and hope to take some classes in the near future
11. I love the smell of new leather, especially Bibles and Ballet Shoes
12. I love the feel of brand new white gym socks
13. I love thunder and lightening storms
14. I’m a good backgammon player
15. I used to write a lot of poetry, and haven’t in years- somehow lost the knack
16. Regular Taco Bell bean burritos are a HUGE comfort food for me.
17. I’m not big on any kind of fruit candy, drink, or ice cream. But I like real fruit.
18. Chips and Salsa are my biggest “salty” weakness.
19. Homemade chocolate chip cookies are my biggest “sweet” weakness.
20. I do not like to touch cardboard, newspaper or smooth cement unless I have a lot of lotion on my hands or feet
21. I have a pretty good sense of direction
22. I love being married
23. I want a house in on the Mediterranean Sea someday in Spain.
24. I love being a mom
25. I don’t know what my natural hair color looks like.

In a Bottle

I've sat down to blog in hopes that my running crazy life will somehow come into focus in the next few paragraphs. This year has FLOWN by. For those of you who don't know I relocated to Arizona from Oklahoma in October 2003. We're coming up on a year and I can NOT believe how fast time has gone. I was thinking about Angelina yesterday and trying SO hard to remember what "tricks" she was doing back then...I keenly remember crying, begging, praying, hoping, wishing that she would start walking--then a week or so after we moved here she was running and hasn't stopped since. Seems that her physical abilities have now caught up with her mouth that has always been running.

The other night we were in a store and I told her she had to walk next to me (God forbid she sit in a cart...that's for babies) and she looked at me with so much attitude and said, "No Mom, you cannot talk to me like that! I can do it myself!"
Whoa.

A taste of my own medicine. She thought she was boss, she thought she was in control-even acted on it by running away. It's funny, I saw myself in her. So many times we try to take control of our lives. We think we know what's best, and we've got it all covered. I wonder what God must think when we look at Him and say, "I can do it myself!" He probably shakes His head and thinks to Himself, "I've created a monster!" Okay, only kidding...

It's so much easier when I concede and trust Him once again with my life and allow Him to lead and direct me. Why can't my two-year-old figure that out?