The Fire Inside

I just got home from a holy roller type prayer training. First let me say I loved it. My spirit jumped with joy to be around like minded people. This prayer training was not sipping milk, it was eating meat. It "tasted" good. There was so much to digest.

So at the end the leaders prayed over us, as a group and individually. When the teacher/leader/pastor prayed over me, he said the word FIRE. This is the second time the word has been spoken out over me. Last time was quite a few years ago.  No one else got the word FIRE. So now I am thinking there must be something to this ;).  What is God trying to tell me? I know God would not use fire in a bad or destructive way it this case. When the bible talks about fire, what does it mean? 

What the bible says about fire...hum let me see...

Sacrifices - 

all consuming, 

transforming   

Cooking
Warmth

Weapon of war

Death penitently

Light

God's presents and power

Gods word

Trials or misfortunes

Did I miss any? 

I am going to have to sleep on this and see if God gives me more information.

Update: Yes I do know that the fire was about this time.  I think that is between me and God. 

It's a Boy

I know I said I would NEVER make another quilt. As it turns out I am going to be a grandmother in late August. It's a BOY!  Here is a photo of the fabric I picked out. The back is going to be the bottom blue minky! 

I will update as I go along. 

Milestone For Rader Baby

Here is a story from Raider Momma about Raider Baby.  Some family came in from out of town, so this afternoon they went for a walk over the Golden Gate Bridge.

(The bridge) was so windy and LOUD!! The traffic sound was awful!!! We could hardly hear each other speak!! All of a sudden..... THAT SCREAM!!!! That scream that only comes from absolute horror!!! EVERYONE AROUND US FROZE!!! I looked at Raider Baby and I knew!! I actually screamed NOOOOOOOO!!!! Yep. The wind blew her nuk out of her hand and off the bridge.
 
We're debating replacing it because it was a tragic & unexpected loss, it was not 'you're a big girl, this is over' situation.
 
She cried at bedtime saying we needed to go back and rescue her nuk with a boat. 

I had to pay pink nuky her due respect :0)

I Hate Jocks

Today at lunch time I went into the break room. There was only one other person in there, THE JOCK.
We have a fair weathered conversation. The only problem is the only thing he can talk about is sports.
The conversion went something like this.

Jock: Do you know who Peyton Manning is?
me: yes
Jock: What do you think about his move?
me: I think he has a thing for horses
Jock: what
me: I think he has a thing for horses because he went from a Colts to the Bronco
Jock: Oh I bet your one of those people who pick teams based on the mascot or jersey color
me: No I said, I pick a team based on statistic (jack ass)

Thank you for reminding me why I hate jocks.

Used Pajamas

The other day Malinda and I went to the thrift store. We usually go there once a week. I love to look at the china and tea cups, the nick nacks and dust collectors. Malinda was looking for pajamas for her mother. She showed me this pair of flannel Pj's. I thought they looked nice. How much I said. $9.00 Malinda replied. No way $9.00 for a pair of used pajamas. There must be some kind of mistake. 

We took the pjs to the young cashier, I said how much? $9.00. Malinda said lets go ask someone else. We went and found the old lady who is usually always there. Excuse me can you tell me how much these pjs are? $4.50 for the top, $4.50 for the bottoms, we sell them separate. I said are you kidding me? That is outrageous, poor people can't even shop in the thrift stores anymore. The lady just stared at me. 

So today while I was out with Jasmine and Fuchsia we stopped by a fancy smancy thrift store in Stone -Brook. I found a set of flannel woman's pajamas in very good condition. The price $4.50. So I asked the cashier is that for both pieces? Yes. 

Moral of the story, it is better to be poor in an affluent area.  

St. Pat Cheese, Cowgirl Creamery

I have been so excited to try Cowgirl Creamery St Pat cheese. A The Cowgirl Creamery is a local cheese maker. At long last I got a round today.

This is one of the first spring cheeses that the Cowgirl Creamery makes. They describe it as a semi-soft with with a bloomy rine. The rine has been aged in nettle leaves (don't worry they take the poison out) leaving you with a "smoky artichoke" aftertaste. The cheese has a beautiful deep green and white rine.

I would describe this cheese as fresh, clean like a spring day after it rains. It is light with a slight salty taste. As far as the nettle leaves to me tasted mildly grassy. My gig a low says it tastes like "happy cow." My dad says "it doesn't taste like much does it."

I think this would be the perfect cheese to go with St. Patrick's day dinner. I think it would be good on Irish soda bread that has raisins and nuts in it. To bad we had our St. Patrick's dinner yesterday!

Generally speaking, my family prefers a more robust cheese. For those of you who like mild, mellow this is the cheese for you.

Cute Leopard Slippers

This sunday I decided to cut church and stay home. I crawled out of bed, I took a shower, did not comb my hair, no make up. I put on my hot pink thermal top, my camouflage pajama bottoms, and my leopard print mule style slippers. I vacuumed and did various other chores around the house. I was happy. 

About 1:00 PM my cell phone rang. Here is the conversation -  Hello, Hello this is life alert, who, Life alert. Is this RQ? Yes, your father pressed his life alert button, we tried to call him 3 times, he is not responding so we are sending an ambulance. You are sending an ambulance? (I was really thrown off by this) Yes the ambulance is on the way to your dad's house. Oh my thank you. I called by brother and sister in law because they live closer. They said we will meet you there. 

I jumped in my car, leopard slippers and all, I broke the sound barrier to get over to my dad's house, fully expecting to find him laying in a pool of blood or worse. I beat the ambulance. I unlocked the door, DAD, DAD...I go to the back of the house, look in the bed rooms and bathrooms, DADDDD, not there, go to the front of the house look in the living room, his car is in the garage, DAD... I hear the sirens getting closer, now I know he must of fallen out by the woodshed, I peek out the back door , there stands my dad in his wood shop, sawing away.

I open the door and yell DADDDDD, he is sawing a piece of wood so he can't hear me. I hear the sirens they are very close now, DAD!!! He turns off his saw and says OH hi. OMG dad the life alert people think there is something wrong and the ambulance is on the way. WHAT! my dad says. I said you accidently pushed your button now they are sending help. Profanities start spewing out of my dad's mouth.

I ran in the house to get to the front yard before the medical people show up, my dad right behind me. My dad takes off his life alert and throws it across the room still cursing like a drunken sailor. I get out the front door my brother and family show up. My brother and Sister in law take my dad back in the house. 

The fire department is first to show up. I tell them oops sorry it was an accident no help needed, the fire truck driver rolls his eyes,  the ambulance shows up. I had totally forgotten what I had on tell I looked down and noticed my leopard slippers. Oh well, what am I going to do. I apologize to the fire and ambulance people and go back in the house. 

My dad was having a complete melt down. Thankfully my brother seems to have a calming effect on people. My sister in law convinced my dad that this incident was a great trial run and now we know everything works. I called the Life Alert people and arranged it so that they call me first before they call for medical help. He promised he would continue to ware his life alert. 

I went home and took a nap, knowing that my dad was ok.