Good News, 3 Pieces of Random Brain Lint

First, the good news...

My dear friend Chrissy, who I've mentioned before here had a lumpectomy on her breast recently. Having had a cancerous lump in the past gave she and her doctors cause for concern, and so rather than just doing a needle biopsy, they went ahead and had a lumpectomy done to completely remove it all.

She got the test results back yesterday, and I'm wondrously happy to report that they were benign! Woot, woot!

I've been praising the Lord all last evening and all this morning! Yay!!! What a tremendous answer to prayer! Thank you so much for your prayers! And thank the Lord for this miracle!

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Random Brain Lint

Ball of lint #1.

Something must be wrong with our toddler son. He's the only toddler that I know of who is scared of Elmo.

Elmo, for crying out loud. I mean, everyone else loves Elmo, but not our Judah.

During our recent cold snap, I pulled out a tub of clothes and things I'd saved from when big brother was a toddler looking for these cute little Elmo slippers that big brother always wanted to wear everywhere, sure Judah would love them.

He wore them around for a little while (it was really cold).









I didn't think much about it again until I'd put him down for his nap, and realized he was no longer wearing the slippers.

I went out to the living room in search of them and found them like this.










Very deliberately turned upside down.

His statement on the matter.

That he'd left them on the corner of his beloved blankie, which was on the floor (the same blankie he simply cannot do without while napping) was more or less the punctuation mark on that statement.

Apparently Judah didn't like Elmo's eyes looking up at everything he's doing all day long.

Which is probably because he spends half his time doing things he knows mommy will not approve of.

Like, oh, say...putting various members of the Veggie Tales Nativity scene, two Matchbox cars, and a Christmas bulb in the water at the base of the Christmas Tree?



(This is the second batch of gooey, pine-needle laden stuff I've had to fish out of there, too.)

Or getting into everything he possibly can.



Yes, that would be literally.

Wad of lint #2.

Now, for something totally unrelated and random.

Ready?

Brace yourself, because I'm warning you...the following thought is profound and thought provoking (though probably not in a good way. More of a padded room, straight-jacket kind of way, lol!)

I *heart* my shredder.

Yep, you read that right. Not my salad shredder, but my identity-theft protection device office shredder.

I'm serious! It holds a place of prominence in my kitchen.

Every time I see it, it makes me want to break out in that song, "I've Got Tha Pow-uh!"

Nowhere else do I have that kind of absolute power and control at my fingertips! I can take anything with our personal information, and the weekly stack of unsolicited Credit Card applications and offers and turn them into a gazillion piece puzzle so complicated that anyone wishing to steal our identities would really have to work hard to do so.

As if the dual cut shredder weren't enough, we also have backup measures in place. We also throw the shreds in the under-the-sink kitchen garbage where it gets soggy, smeary and covered in undefinable goo that even the most desperate of criminals would not wish to touch, much less bother to try to decipher.

Mwahahahaha!


Plus, it's fun to make colorful packaging confetti out of my paper scraps left over from scrapbooking. (Go ahead and say that in Larry the Cucumber's voice, because a statement like that is just begging for it! Being a big Larry fan, I'm not in the least offended). Grocery store ads also make for a colorful confetti.

Loose thread #3.

I love that Christmas music is playing nearly everywhere I go this time of year. It makes for pleasant shopping and dining ambience, and often, I can't help but to sing along.

My husband and I recently enjoyed a pleasant dinner together at Johnny Carino's, and were pleased to hear a beautiful mix of Christmas music playing throughout the duration of our meal, mostly traditional, but with other old favorites thrown in as well.

I prefer the traditional Carols that are found in hymnals due to their very rich meaning, and the fond memories I have of Caroling and standing around the piano with my mom and sisters singing them during Christmasses past.

But there is also a sense of nostalgia that comes over me when I hear certain songs like Jingle Bells, Silver Bells, and I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas, among others.

Take for instance the song "We Wish You A Merry Christmas."

Ahhh, doesn't that one just warm your heart? People joyfully wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year? (Something not heard in the public arena much anymore).

Well, until you hear the lesser known and often unheard second and third verses, that is.




















Is it just me, or do the people in that song sound just a tad bit rude and...demanding of their hosts?