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Wednesday, March 16, 2016

I am in the process of making herbal medicines. It's kind of cool. 

But this cracked me up. 

I had Samuel take a whiff of slippery elm and I asked him of what it reminded him. 

" I don't know. I can't place it. Cinnamon maybe. Another herb I can't place. "

"Doesn't it remind you of cough syrup?!?"  

" I don't know. I've never had cough syrup." 

Well there you go. 

Yes the kid has been sick, though not often. And when he has been sick, we dealt with it, well, not the allopathic way. Most of his life, and quite frankly all of the girl's American life, they haven't known any different. 

And can I get amen. 

Friday, February 26, 2016

When sports changes your life...

I don't know what got me thinking about high school last night.

I was so disjointed from my family most of my life.  Not really their fault.  Not really mine.  Even if there was bad stuff going on, it has been past the time to go back and dwell there.  My parents and I are in a good place.

Anyway, because I felt so uncomfortable at home, I joined every sport and club in school.  I left early in the morning to go to the library to read before school started.  Oh how I love the library.  I stayed after school for meetings and sports.

And boy do I love sports.

It got me thinking how sports are not just about challenging yourself, but about bringing people together.

Even if you are not the one playing, just watching.

There seems to be a big we-have-so-much-in-common, even when all you have in common is you like the same football/baseball/hockey/basketball/whatever team.  

I remember one day, as a lowly freshman who just wanted to melt into the background and survive, I wore my much-begged-for-for-Christmas Steelers t-shirt.  Didn't think much about it.  But it produced a great friendship that would have never have happened unless I was wearing that shirt.  Anthony looked at me as though I just appeared out of no where and said,"You like the Steelers??!!?"

Being from Jersey, it was either the Jets or Giants.

But of course I did!!  We got to talking and the next thing we knew,  though there was truly nothing we had in common except the Steelers, we developed a 4 year friendship that took us through school work, encouraging each other through our own sport struggles and victories, dealing with relationships ( no we never dated, we had something better than that) , me being a punk and liking 'weird' music he would constantly laugh about, and him being a jock, and so typical, is was just a life waiting to be mocked.  By me.  lol.

We certainly had a friendship that confused the daylights out of everybody in school.

I wonder where Anthony is today.

No matter where he is, I can tell you this...I know he is still a Steelers fan.  And should I see him one day, I bet the first thing we talk about are the Steelers.  Then we will get into family and life.

It seems as though faith is suppose to bring people together like that.  And it does for the most part.  Except we get so off kilter about our faith, in a way that doesn't exist in sports.  Probably because we  think we have to be right, as opposed to holy. That doesn't happen in sports.

Those of you who live in HIM, don't let sports be better at life than your faith.  Remember these are brothers and sisters in HIS Grace, just like you.  Can you call someone out on their sin?  Sure.  What kind of jerks would we be if we didn't.  But when you start  on arguing about your personal excuses, well, you already lost the argument.  If its not all about Jesus, it is not worth dishonoring HIM by dragging HIM into our excuses.

That being said.

Go Steelers!!!

And seek HIM.  Deeply.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Open My Eyes Everyday, My King

Open my eyes everyday, my King.

That's my motto.  That's my prayer.

It sounds like a wholesome and GODly thing to say, but if you really think about it, it is slightly ( incredibly) terrifying.  Because HE does.  Maybe I don't notice it everyday, though it may still happen; but on the days I do notice it, boy is it hard.

I love football.  I do.  I have for a very long, long time.

I am about to confess another sin of mine.  lol.  Back when I was a kid, I got grounded.  A lot.  I mean, I couldn't watch tv for most of my life, which is why I became an avid reader.  I suppose it was suppose to be a curse, but really a blessing in disguise.

Yet, that self same reason is why I became a football fan.

How do these 2 things line up, you ask?

Well, let me tell you!

Sundays were weird at my house.  We hardly ever, mostly never, went to church.  My older sister loved to nap.  My parents were in their own world, and doing their own thing on Sundays.  Which meant, well, I disobeyed and snuck down to watch tv on the Sundays that we were home.  To my disappointment and dismay, about the only thing on tv in the 70s on Sundays was, well, football.

Holy Pete, was it boring.  But in my sneaky mind, I didn't care.  I was watching tv and that's all that mattered.  I watched it even though I didn't have a clue what was going on.

But the tide changed, slowly but surely, and I started to understand what was going on.  I had a friend in school whose dad loved football and we got to talking.  And he got to explaining his favorite thing. And before I knew it, I picked out my favorite team to watch and cheer to win.  Who remembers the 70s?  Who remembers the Steel Curtain?  Enough said.

There in lies my love of reading and football.  Its all about getting grounded.  I recently told me mom if she really wanted to ground me she should have taken all my books away.  Talk about horrifying!! What would I do?!?!  I'd probably become a master at hiding them to read in some sneaky way.  But let's move on.

( To clarify, I am not sneaky anymore.  :P)

I mean seriously, what does getting grounded, football, being a sneaky kid and praying for my eyes to open have to do with each other?

Well, the Super Bowl was this past Sunday.

And though I watch for the game and not really for the commercials and definitely not for the half time show, still a commercial or 2 made their way into my line of vision and one stuck with me.  I had no idea who those people were, but it was sweet and it was cute.  I moved on because there was football to watch and grandsons to kiss in between plays.

Still.  The commercial and concept never left me.

This morning, I grabbed my nook to read my Bible.  But there was this Facebook message before I could open my nook telling me that my friend posted something.  I usually ignore them and swish them away.  But this morning.  It was the only message.  Which is weird.

So I clicked on it and opened my eyes.

It was the Joey + Rory thing that was in the commercial.

And she is dying.

Like right now dying.

And they are at peace in HIS will.  They have clung the Cross and not let go.  I texted my friend and asked her about it.


After morning chores and kick starting the day, I sat for a minute or 2 to go back and see with my own 4 eyes.  And what I found rocked my world.  The hope.  The humility.  The joy. The heartache. The loveliness of simplicity.  The faith.  The turmoil. And The love.

Where have these people been before this?  I love country music.  I am loving simplicity.  I love GOD.  These guys are right up my alley.

In all of this, and it is a lot,  more than I have time for this morning, but something I will continue to pursue, this video popped up, and it was amazing.  Because not only have I been thinking and praying about this for a couple of months, but we were just talking about it during teatime at our homeschool co op this Monday.

Here is the issue.

Where are we in bringing up Titus 2 woman and men?  Why are we so focused on succeeding in the world, but not seeking HIS face in our hearts?  Why do we push our girls into careers, politics,  etc...and not towards the hope of the future generations? When was the last time you have hear a young man ask a girl what her future plans are, and hearing " a wife and a mom" and thats exactly what he is hoping to hear.  Someone who will surrender her life for the instruction of the Lord to be taught to their children?  If we actually suggested this to our sons, they would laugh at us or maybe at the very least know it is so not acceptable in our society, that he wouldn't or couldn't have to courage to do it.

Mind you.  This is not a world issue.  No.  This is also a church issue.  This is also a homeschool issue.

Because as you may have noticed, most of our homeschool daughters have incredible careers, and let us pat ourselves in the back for educating our daughters to success.


Not saying we don't educate our daughters.  Not even a little bit.  I believe in education.  Oh, do I believe in it.  I am still in the business of learning to this day.  Never stop learning.


Education is not my GOD. I believe girls can become great things.  And I don't believe careers are taboo/evil for them.  But as I look around me, marriage, children, homes and family are at the altar of careers.  Being sacrificed for fulfillment.  Bragging rights.  Or at the very least escape.

And seriously not saying that women shouldn't work.  Sometimes it is a necessity and how many things wouldn't get done without them.

But let's not push them at all cost.

When my daughter was in high school, she didn't want to go to college.  I made her get her associates.  What if she didn't get married.  She have a plan B.  But her plan B was a simple plan.  One she could provide for herself with, but can also walk away from when and if the time came.

She did get married.  And worked in a law firm until the moment she had her first child.

She is now a mommy to 3 boys and yes, she does work from home, in a very important job to her, but knows when to scale back. Because her boys are the future of the Faith.

I look at my littles.  Oh how they love GOD in their child like faith.  May I nurture that and not the world.

Anyway.  Here is a video.  I imagine it is not popular, for the message flies in the face of 2016.  But I pray it stays in my heart and becomes a reality to many.

As she lays dying, I doubt she has many regrets if this was her heart beat.

To GOD be the glory great things HE has done.

Seek HIM.  Deeply.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

I need to come back.

Last night, at the mission class I teach, we got to talking about blogs.

I mentioned I had one for years, but have neglected it.  And I became sad about it.  Because really, when I look back I remember good things.  Hard things.  Fun things. crazy things.

Which is kind of cool since my memory is shot.

Moving on.

SO, we are expecting a snowstorm this weekend.  Which is super awesome since we are going into the city for the weekend for our anniversary.


Excuse my sarcasm.

John asked me last night why it always snows on our anniversary.  It probably has everything to do with the fact that we got married in January.  That's my guess.  I mean, when we got married in church, people were coming in with their goulashes, 1/2 hour late, shaking snow off themselves, trying to calm their nerves.

That was a clue.

That being said, I never mentioned on here for our anniversary last year we went to Iceland.

That's right, no tropics in the winter for us.  Lets go someplace where the very name is all about freezing your butt off.


I would do it again.  It was so stunning and beautiful.  If you love nature and love the outdoors, may I suggest you try to get out there.

If you love shopping, architecture, choices up the wazoo, well then this is not the place for you.

And we saw the Northern Lights.  They made me cry at the wonder and miracle of it.

Oh how I loved it.

This year, midtown NYC.

What does one do in NYC during a snowstorm? When you've been in the city and done it all already?

I wanted to go Lancaster.  He said no.  I guess it was a good thing since we wouldn't have been able to drive out there.  But we have gone to Lancaster in a snow storm.  but about 20 years ago.

But we are older and wiser now.  Whatever, fine.  We are older.

You know what?  I am going to enjoy just being with him.

And that's enough.

Even if we are stuck in our B&B.  Yes there is a B&B in midtown Manhattan.  Who knew?

So.  Check this out.  Weird how they look almost the same age.  But they are 10 years apart.

Yes the son got older and taller.

And a little nicer.

And the daughter has 3 sons.

Who are so precious, they are worth their weight in gold.

Check out the twins on Christmas morning.

No, I do not make them dress the same.

They beg for it.  ALL THE TIME.

They have very few outfits that are the same, they are the special treasured outfits.  lol

And they are still the joy and delight they have always been.

OK.  I can't catch up on everything. This way I will be inspired to write more often.

In theory.

GOD is good.  Seek HIM.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Frustrated thoughts

I am always amazed at our hypocrisy.

I don't know why.  One of my favorite quotes is from one of my heroes, Ruth Bell Graham.  In inviting her gardener every week to join her in going to church, he finally said, "Miss Ruth, I don't want to go to someplace that is full of hypocrites."  To which she responded, without skipping a beat, " Well, there is always room for one more!!"

Yup, I am going to talk about a Duggar.

Not Josh.  Enough people are talking about Josh.  Rightfully so.

But now, I can't turn the computer on without hearing about what Anna is going to do.

Here in lies me frustration with hypocrisy.

See, in one of the many things I have read, this one made me want to kick something.  I am not a kick something type of person, so this alone should tell you more than you need to know.

This was written by a woman.  

She said, it was a shame that Anna was uneducated enough to not have the option to leave her husband, as she was homeschooled.  She won't leave him because of her faith.  She won't leave him because she probably can't stand on her own.  She won't leave him because she does not have the support system in place to do so.

(Side note, her siblings have pulled together to support and help her should she leave him, as they are hoping she will do. One of her sisters, Rachel, is going through her own divorce right now.)

At first that was laughable.  Until I started thinking about it some more, as many people I am sure read this.

This is the thought of many regular non Christian people, and having this written by a Christian proves their point.


Here in lies the hypocrisy.

There is this woman.  Quite famous by any standard.  Her name is Hillary Clinton.

I am not a Hillary Clinton fan.  Even if you stretch your imagination all the way around the world, I still can't pull off liking her for any reason.  

Still, people, let's look at the list.

No right support system.
Can't stand on her own.

OK.  We'll take the ultimate feminazi, who has all those things and more. Evidently.

She is educated, has no faith to keep her with her husband, she can 'stand on her own', she has a support system, and her husband is gross to the umpth degrees.

She is a disaster.  BUT, where are the people telling her she is a loser for staying with her skank husband!?!?!

Seriously people.

You are so crazy hypocritical, you make us Christians look 1/2 decent!

Personally, I think Anna should...you know what?  Who cares what I think?!? I have never walked in her shoes, I don't look at into her children's eyes, kiss their precious heads, I don't stare and weep into the darkness of the night, tormented, humiliated and destroyed, wake up, and still live this nightmare.  I am not known publicly and have the weight of my decision be judged by millions who had their own opinions.  Who think they know what is best for her.  

Yes, dear woman.  Cling to HIM.  It is all you have.  One day, you will discover it is all you need.   In its rawest, truest form. 

My prayers are constantly going for your heart.  I can't even imagine. Quite frankly, I don't want to.

My heartache for you is real, though I can't empathize, I can sympathize. 

My prayers are for your children.  I can't imagine having them live through this.  Quite frankly, I don't want to. 

Don't worry about the hypocrites.  It is easier to gossip, make judgements and point and laugh, than to look in the mirror and see what ugliness lies there.  So we cover the mirror and look at ways to pile bricks on the hurting.  

Dear woman.  May HIS grace be on you.

May you know HIS presence.

I know too many people who had horrible moments and turned from HIM, blame HIM, hate HIM.

And every single one of them is miserable, bitter and lonely.

I hope for you.  

Nothing matters more than your relationship with HIM.  Even if its hanging by a thread, don't cut that thread.  It is your lifeline.

It is our lifeline.

HE is faithful.  To the point of death. HE is faithful.

Life is hard.  Life is beautiful.  GOD is good.  All the time.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Holy Moly

The school year is almost over!!

And it has been a rough year.  Not with the girls, the girls love school.  They can't get enough of it.

Son Jr. is making me work hard for my job.  That's ok.  That's why I get paid the big bucks.

So, loads has happened, yet it feels like most things have stayed the same.

I am the leader of the Holistic Mom's Network Chapter of our county.  Because I had nothing else to do.  I love it though.  I have learned so much.

 And we are coming down to the wire with VBS next month!!  Woo-HOO!!  I love VBS.  Because, really, children are so precious.  GOD loves them and has pretty much said, if we mess up raising them and teaching them, there will be hell to pay.  Literally.  :0

Reagan is a big girl.  She is too much fun.  I am so glad he got her.  She is such a love.  She loves people.  She loves food.  She loves to run and play and eat paper.  And people love her.  I need to take a picture of her and post it.

The girls have overcome so many things this year.  Both physically and mentally.  It has been hard but totally worth it.  It has been tempting to let things go, but even when I gave into temptation, I couldn't stay away for long.

SO, we went to Iceland for our 30th anniversary in January.  It was awesome.  I couldn't stop saying 'this is so beautiful'.  I told John I had to come up with something else to say, but when I turned around again, those words kept coming out of my mouth. It was beautiful.  I love seeing GOD's creation.  It is breath-taking.  Seriously, I gasped too often.  Maybe some people wouldn't love it as much as I did, but I did.  The only thing that about killed me was the sleeping patterns. Between being jet lagged and staying up all hours of the night watching the Northern Lights, it was a killer.

But I would do it again.

I wouldn't want to live there, but seeing its beauty with my own 4 eyes...well, I am thankful for the opportunity.

On the flip side, since I was not in a mood to look for a summer house to rent because of the anticipation of going to Iceland, we were not able to find a house ( that fits the whole family) at any of our usual place.

Well, in all fairness, I still refuse to look at/go to Martha's Vineyard until the president comes out of office.  Everytime we went, he was there.  UGH.  No thank you. No matter what week in July or August we went, there he was. The older kids have respected and agreed with that decision, but son jr. doesn't understand what the big deal is.  But then son jr. takes his entertainment entirely too seriously.

We have a few years to go and we will start going back again.  But until then, no way.

So anyway, this year we are going to...


Yes, Pennsylvania.

I know.  Wrong-ish.

But we got a house in a resort type place.  It has a beach lake and near the Delaware River. It has loads of fun things to do and the house is enormous!! So there is enough rooms and beds for everyone, including my parents.  <3

Still...it seems, weird.  We were so desperate, we even looked at the Jersey Shore.  There were plenty of homes, but not enough space.

It will be interesting.  But I have to say, at the end of the day, we are more interested in looking for a place were we spend time together, relaxing, laughing and enjoying each other's company.

So, mission accomplished.

Can I say though, we looked into South Carolina and MAN, we can get a mansion on the beach out there for less than what we spend around here.  But being the stubborn Jersey Boy that he is, with a love of New England, no going south for my man.  :P

Worse things can happen.

I am thinking one of these days we may even be able to go to the Finger Lakes region.  I wish I drank wine.  But, still it looks gorgeous.

Speaking of New England, this whole deflategate thing makes me so angry.  I mean, PEOPLE!!  Come on.  All I hear about is how Bill Belicheck is a genius, and he is.  And how Tom Brady is at the top of his game.  And he is.  So how many more stupid things can they do??!!?  I know, I know.  IF there happens to be a New England fan reading this, you won't accept or believe this could happen.  Whatever.  If the Steelers ever did anything so dumb, I would be angry with them.  I wouldn't stop being their fan, but I would want them to take responsibility for being stupid and accountability for whay they did.  That would make me have even more respect for them.  Not, the ' no you can't read my texts, I have no idea what you mean, it wasn't us' mantra they are so famous for.  Please.  Only NE fans believe it.  The rest of us, rolling our eyesballs here.

The Saints coach was gone for a whole year!!!  People shook their heads and moved on.  I bet this discipline wont stick.

Don't get me wrong.  I was cheering for the Patriots.  I wanted them to win!!  But This is just plain wrong.  And what will be more wrong is, BB and TB will walk away without any consequences.  Again.

Big surprise.

Ok, back to life.  Rant over.  Have to get ready for another meeting tonight.  Have to feed someone.  Have to buy work shirts for the man.  Have to water the garden. Have to go to the library.  Have to vacuum again. Have to check school work.  Have to take a nap.  OK fine.  I can dream about taking a nap.  But have to do everything else.

Until next time.  Seek HIM deeply.  You will not regret it.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

The Rat Race

I was reading a blog this morning.

This is quite monumental because lately, for the past few months, I haven't had time to read blogs.  Not that I read a whole lot of blogs.  I only read a few, but still...


I was reminded!!

I remembered that I have no desire to have a spot in that nightmare of a race!!

Yes, it's true.  I had forgotten

I have to admit, except for my kitchen, and I really have to get over that, I am starting to enjoy my little home.  I don't think I want to ever go bigger because...why? ( except, of course, my kitchen.  lol)

It has been a long time since I felt the need to impress people.  It has been a long time since I felt so insecure that I 'needed' the perfect home to feel complete.  It has been a long time since I compared myself to what others have.  It has been along time since I went over someone's house, and I asked them where they got 'that', whatever 'that' may have been, knowing it was beyond our budget.

Don't get me wrong, I want my home to look nice and I buy things that we like/enjoy/need. ( usually at the thrift store) ( or at least on clearance) I just don't have a need to be like someone else.  Or like I said...impress anyone.

I mean, seriously.  I drive a 20 year old truck.

But it works!

And until we have to buy a new old truck, so be it.

I want my girls to love being simple.  I don't want them to 'need' anything, just enjoy them.

This may sound like a contradiction, but they are both getting their own American Girl dolls this Christmas.  It is going to be their only present from us.  They are thrilled beyond reason.  They will play the stuffing out of those dolls.  They are worth buying.

But that's what I mean.  This is going to give them so much joy.  If I got them the dolls because I felt like I needed to because all their friends have them ( I honestly don't know if any of their friends have them, and I don't care) but they didn't even like playing with dolls, then I would be a fool just teaching them to keep up with The Jones'.

We are sacrificing because the girls will love them.

Our oldest daughter was going through the catalogue with the girls as they are trying to decide which doll they want.  Our 26 year old was just as excited as she remembered her own childhood, remembering when she was old enough to get her doll, and yes, playing the stuffing out of them with her friends.  For years.

I want to know my neighbors better.

Our house is the neighborhood house.  I have kids at my house almost everyday.  I look out my back window and see kids playing and hear shrieks of laughter.  The parents keep asking me if it is ok, I keep telling them they make it easy for me.

I have a neighbor whose name is Babette.  She lives 5 doors down.  If you have ever watched Gilmore Girls, yes, she lives up to the name.  TOTALLY.  And though her husband's name is not Morey, he may as well be named Morey.

The other day, I was sitting on my bench, enjoying the morning sun on my porch with a cup of tea, getting ready for the day.

Babette was coming back from her walk, and she yelled at the top of her lungs, in her raspy voice " HEY BEAUTIFUL!!!  I'LL BE OVER LATER!!!" as she waved and kept walking.

I just laughed and waved back.   Because when was the last time someone called me 'hey beautiful!'?


Or when we walk into our favorite mom & pop shops, and all the workers know all of my family by name.  They ask about John.  They help me decide because they know us.  They laugh with us,  we share stories.

Yes, we spend a little more money, but we are buying less over all.  So why not support the locals when we can??!!?

And yes, I still shop at walmart.  lol.


The reason I am writing about this is because I hope you remember.

I hope you realize one day that all the money in the world will not buy you real friends and family.

As impressive as you are, if you are selling your life away to be able to brag, what do you have left??!? Is it worth it?

Is it possible to have both money and real life?

I have met maybe 2 people who have pulled it off, but it was a deep discipline for them.

Nothing wrong with money.

It is a tool.

Just, do I want my children to be tools in order to get loads of it??!!?


That being said.  My youngest son is planning his spot in the Rat Race.  He is thinking maybe near the front.  :P

I continue to pray for him because once, someone talked to him about what to do to make money, and he came home and decided we, as his parents, were losers.

Well, all I can say is... we love him. Deeply.

And our prayer is that he doesn't pursue that which is nothing but dust.  I told him he loves family, hobbies, all the things he does with his dad, his grandparents, his nephews and siblings, the outdoors.  All that will be sacrificed at the altar of the Rat Race.

He can still pick it.  And we will love him unconditionally.

But man.

That would be horrible for him.  And our family.

On another completely different note.

We started listening to Christmas music!!!

I love Christmas music, and quite frankly, one month is never enough time to have my fill.  It is hard waiting until the day after Halloween to start.  But man, when it comes, the girls come scrambling down the stairs and wait for it!!

I love Christmas music.

That being said, I refuse to decorate until after Thanksgiving.

Ok, we really have to start school.  The girls are reading and coloring right now.  And creating puppets.    Samuel is doing his history while watching the news. I need to go and join the fun.

OH!  and how much do I LOVE Instagram??!!??!  Let me count the ways!!!  It makes having a smartphone worth it.

Life is good.

Because GOD is good.  All the time.