‘Downton Abbey’ s6e2 – Goodbye, Drewes

17 Jan

Before we get to this week, I’d like to mention that I’ve updated my episode 1 recap with a couple of additional thoughts. Since PBS is broadcasting each episode six times this season (plus online streaming), repeat watching is positively inevitable. The glorious thing about repeat watching is that good stories are like onions…each time you peel a layer back, you find a lovely new one underneath. Not to mention that a few days in your life can completely change your outlook or how the story is able to impact your life. I always watch Downton Abbey at least twice before blogging…it allows the flavors of the story to marry a little better together before it’s ready to share. Like simmering marinara, repeat watching is a beautiful thing.

And now for this week’s recap…

Letters from America!! If you were still pouring your tea at the opening of this episode you may have missed the lightning fast mention of Tom’s business opening in Boston and Rose out on the town in New York City. I predict that Tom will strike it rich in the States so that Sybbie will return to England as the next Cora, and that Atticus Aldridge had better take a lot, a lot of vitamins to keep up with his wife. I have these recurring nightmares, I mean, visions of Rose unsupervised in the Big Apple among Americans while her husband is working at the office all day…spin off!! Continue reading

‘Downton Abbey’ s6e1 – Awkward Abbey

10 Jan

I can’t decide whether to be happy or sad. Blessed Downton Abbey has finally returned but this is our last premiere episode. Only a few more hours of this amazing series to look forward to before it ends forever…sniff. Chin up. Let’s get to it then.

It’s 1925. Headbands and downsizing are all the rage. The styles are marvelous, but as the neighbors sell up, the Crawleys do a little shaking in their boots at the future of their own estate. And Denker “never disappoints” when it comes to spreading the sunshine allll around. Bless Mr. Mason’s poor heart — he dreams of leaving his business to Daisy, who dreams of storming the streets of London. But Daisy takes the wrong page out of Miss Bunting’s book and drives a stake through the heart of any possibility of his dream coming true. How will Daisy find a way to fix it?

The little heirs help Mrs. Patmore in the kitchen, but can we really trust Thomas with them? Were you as nervous as I was when they (a little too eagerly) went off to play with him? Continue reading

Coolest thing I’ve ever seen

5 Dec

There I was in the aisle at Walmart about to take a picture of the Best Christmas Gift of 2016 (the Minions Fartblaster Gun) when I started hearing sirens. Like a lot of sirens. Getting louder and louder and louder… I was trying not to panic when a voice came over the loudspeaker, “Please remain calm. Today is Shop-a-Cop at Walmart.”

Moments later the aisles were full of this:

 

Christmas made.

Thank you, Del City Police Department, for showing us how it’s done.

“Don’t forget to do good and share with those in need. These are the sacrifices that please God.” (Hebrews 13:16)

  

Last minute mall outfits for Halloween

28 Oct

Cheesy plastic costume sets from the party store will do in a pinch, but for those of us ladies who prefer to achieve a higher quality style — and acquire fun new pieces we can wear again — here are some outfit starter ideas available on the rack right now at your local department store: Harry Potter Qudditch

Start with this super fun tunic from Karen Kane — it’s got a hoodie and black pleather lower arm patches. For the Hogwarts look,


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The navy tank top

23 Oct

Around seven years ago I bought two identical tank tops — one was black, one navy. Both were equally awesome because they were fitted and had wide sequin stripes across the front in the same color as the fabric. Figured I’d wear the black one more, but that kind of became the problem. I wore the navy tank once and put it in the laundry. I know I wore it. I know it went in the wash. But after that it’s all a blur.

I needed it, went looking for it, couldn’t find it, had to change my whole outfit. Next time I needed it, I gave myself a little extra time to look for it thinking I was just in too big of a hurry the last time. Couldn’t find it, had to change my whole outfit. So it went on my list — you know, the list of projects you keep that are 100% dependent on how much time and energy you have to do them, ordered by your life’s priorities — and since one silly tank top is not as important as pretty much anything else, it took me a while to find the time to tear the house apart to find it. STILL no top. It was so unfair. I never needed the black one. Every spring/deep cleaning I continued to look for it. And I prayed. About my tank top.

Yes, I prayed about a tank top.

“When I look at the night sky and see the work of Your fingers–the moon and the stars You set in place–what are mere mortals that You should think about them, human beings that You should care for them?” (Psalm 8:3-4, NLT)

Who knows how many times I cleaned out my closet, added to my pile of donations, gave things away. But there was this one pile that for some reason I just couldn’t seem to get out the door. This week I decided I needed a few of those pieces back in my wardrobe (yes, I broke the cardinal rule of closet cleaning…don’t judge me), so I dropped them in the washing machine this morning. The load finished, and I pulled the pieces out to hang dry. I reached in the machine and pulled out the navy blue sequin stripe fitted tank top. I could not believe it. How many years have gone by? The only thing I can figure is that it must have somehow been inside one of the other pieces — you know, the pieces that have been hung and un-hung, folded, boxed, refolded and reboxed repeatedly without me ever feeling anything unusual inside/around/between/anything else them. Right.

So I’m standing in front of the machine holding the tank top, making noises somewhere between laughing and shrieking, scaring the neighbors who can hear the bizarre sound through my open back door, and my heart is bursting with joy: God answers prayer. Continue reading

Hillsong brings worship to us…no passport required

18 Oct

Fact: All roads lead to Oklahoma.

It may seem crazy, but it’s true. It never ceases to amaze me who walks through our door on any given day, and I’ve just found it to be entirely true that it’s never a question of if but when people will make their way to Oklahoma. We say, “Wait ten minutes and the weather will change.” Ok…how about, “Wait ten minutes and someone who lives on the other side of the world will walk in and rock your world.” Continue reading

Note to self:

2 Aug

 

Woke up at 4:30am today sick in spirit and body…and with this important newsflash for myself. So today I’m going to try to keep in mind that I am not a failure for not being able to change the world and make everything right. I will be a success when I allow Him to…especially in me.

Many blessings on your time with Him today!