Thursday May 31, 2007

rainIt hit me like a ton of proverbial bricks. I woke up at 3 on Tuesday morning feeling like there a war going on in my stomach. First thought was food poisoning but I ruled that out. To put it delicately, the next 5 hours were like The Colon Cleanse Part 2.

For the first time in many years I called in sick. Since I am getting ready to leave on a Big Trip I needed to use my time wisely, even if I was sick, so I managed to sew a skirt between naps.Who would’ve thought that I could sleep for hours throughout the day and still sleep the next night?

I had a fitful night of sleep, between a nearly full moon and slight fever off and on throughout the night. I awoke on Wednesday feeling like a limp rag but with nothing worse than a headache that Advil could handle. PTL it was only a short version of the flu and I’m back on par again.

In other news, would you look at this beautiful sight:


It may just actually rain here this weekend. Things are quite parched in this neck of the woods. Mama was going through her diary recently and discovered the last decent rain we had was the beginning of March. When it rains again I will be happy to do a rain dance. In fact, I plan on going to Savannah Saturday and I really don’t mind getting drenched. Happy thought, indeed!

Countdown to departure: 5 more dark naps (as Jasmine calls them)

Memoriable Weekend – Monday May 28, 2007

This past weekend was a busy one around Joe O’s house! Their whole family minus Sandra and her family was here, along with my aunt Naomi and her family from VA Beach. My brother Henry came for the weekend too and we joined the others in the various activities they had going on.

Saturday a.m. most of the men and the older boys took the big boat down to the islands. A number of us ladies took the younger children over to Wes and Ginny’s pool. After that we joined the men who by then were at Lake Grace with the boat and jet ski.

A surprise 40th b.d. party at suppertime was planned for Stan and he was completely surprised! Gina managed to do all the prep without him getting suspicious. Of course, it helps that his b.d. isn’t until August!

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Grilling the chicken for Sat. night supper

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Proof that there must be monkeys in the Overholt lineage. (This is one of those pictures that you look at years later and you remember how cool you felt doing something like this. Can you relate? )

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Over the hill, indeed!

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He seems awful chipper about the pending number change.

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Meal time in Joe’s new shop

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Jack and his Grandma

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3 of the 4 Yoder daughters-in-law discussing the price of eggs in China (just a wild guess, anyway!)

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There’s more than one way to stay awake when it’s long passed your bedtime. Doing this manuever is one of the ways.

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The launcher and his assistants

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The lineup for the skeet shoot

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Yes, they were so kind as to let us ladies have a turn. I must admit we wasted a lot of shells but it was fun anyway!

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Mart brought his rig over for rides

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You can get the details straight from the horse’s mouth.

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Best friends!

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Mama and Daddy enjoying a ride on the back seat.

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Lots of fun stuff going on all weekend. Makes me wonder how joy and pain can be going on at the same time. My heart goes out to my friends who are going through a painful time right now. You are in my thoughts and prayers! I pray for God to bring healing into your situation!! I love you!


If I Lose My Mind – Saturday May 19, 2007

can I get a free replacement?

This is the official beginning of a list for me. I’ve gotta start somewhere and if I do it here, I’ll have faithful subscribers and occasional lurkers to keep me accountable to use my time efficiently. I leave for Liberia, along with my sister Lois and a friend, Vivian (who is visiting a cousin), in a little over 2 weeks. My brother Robin and his family will be meeting us over there several days later. I’ve got entirely too much to do between now and then but I’m determined to get as much done as possible.  As long as the Lord blesses me with energy to do it…..

Before I get started on my list…. Daddy kind of gave us a scare this week. He was scheduled for outpatient surgery for a blocked tear duct on Wednesday. Well, he was told that his blood pressure was too high to do the surgery and they scheduled an appointment for the next day with his doctor. When my nurse sister found out that night how high it actually was, she got the message across that the ER was the best place to be for him at 10:00 at night. So I met Daddy and Mama there and a brief assessment indicated it was still too high. ERs being what they are, it was around 1:45 before we actually got to see the doctor. A pill seemed to do the trick and brought down his blood pressure within 45 minutes. His mom also had hypertension so it looks like we may have to keep an eye on our blood pressure, too. He has to go back in a month to see if the dose he’s taking is doing the trick. We’re so glad he’s okay!!!

Being at the ER at that time of the night provides for unusual entertainment. Living in a small town, most ER cases aren’t all that traumatic, mostly aches and pains that need to be looked after, since the doctors’ offices are closed. The little couple to my right was chatting with two ladies in their 50s. While attempting to catch a little snooze I overheard the following conversation (not quite verbatim but as close as I can remember) (Jamie, skip this part. You’ve already heard it twice.):

Young Couple and 50s Ladies discussing boys and girls and which was easiest to raise. They finally agreed that both were hard to raise.

50s Lady #1: By the time they’re sixteen, they’re gonna do what they want, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Young Lady: When I was sixteen, I was wild. I got into all kinds of trouble. I got pregnant but I miscarried at 6 months. I was kinda glad, though, ’causes my boyfriend used to beat me all the time. This one (indicating the one with her now) he won’t lay a finger on me. If anything I’d be the one beating him up.

50s Lady #2: When me and my husband “Bob” was married 40 years, one day I hit him and he hit me back. I got on the phone with my daddy and told him that “Bob” hit me. He wanted to talk to “Bob” so I put him on the phone and my daddy asked him why he hit me and he said, “Well, she hit me first!”

Young Lady: You’ve been married 40 years? You don’t look old enough to be married that long.

50s Lady #2: I’m 56. I was 16 when I got married.

Young Lady: Well, you don’t look near that old.

(My observation: I thought she looked older than 56. Her skin was that of a smoker and her hair had seen more perms and color jobs than freckles on my arm. Nicotine and chemicals are not effective in maintaining a youthful appearance.)

Then there was the girl who came by herself on the ambulance. She stayed in her wheelchair most of the time but when she needed to go out for a smoke, she was able to get out of her wheelchair, and hold the door open while pushing the empty chair through the door, though it took a bit of finagling to make it out and then back in again.

Then there was a young man who had hurt his foot on a four-wheeler. His wife/girlfriend was with him and than another young couple came in and hung out with them chatting until he was called in around 1:00 am to see the doctor.

I guess you could call the ER a social experience. I think I’d rather avoid needing the ER, all social thrills aside!!

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So I think I was saying something about lists. I get to cross of 1 thing already.

1. Smoke 25# of Boston Butt roasts for FB choir supper on Tuesday night. I think I ended up nearly as smoky smelling as the meat.
2. Make “secret” recipe of barbecue sauce for above pork roasts and get meat cut up and in freezer. The reason I say “secret” is because I don’t even know it. It is comprised of 5 ingredients: Dump, Stir, Cook, Taste, Repeat.  Some kind ladies helped me finish cutting it up or “chipping” as it is also called, tonight after the school picnic.
3. Finish cleaning that didn’t get done today in preparation for FB choir coming through next week.
4. Take off work early on Tuesday to go swimming with the girls (one of whom is my sister) from FB. Oops. First I need to make sure I *can* take off. Did I mention recently that I have a good boss!
5. Meet with several ladies for lunch on Wednesday. No worries about forgetting this one!!!
6. Lots of cousins gonna be around next weekend. Find out if a pool is needed for those not going boating. Find out if I can help with food.
7. Meet with VBS committee about various activities for that week (second week in July). See if my sis wants to help with VBS.
8. Meet with Ben & Clarita about housesitting details. We’ll be staying at their house for 6-8 weeks this summer while they’re in PA.
9. Get pre-end-of-fiscal-year stuff ready at work so the end-of-fiscal-year stuff is ready to finish up when I get back.
10. Assess wardrobe and see if I need to do more sewing or shopping. I believe cotton is the ultimate fabric of comfort but it is not the most practical travelwear. Ironing and all of that.
11. Find pair of sandals that are practical for rainy season and don’t not have a thingy between the toes (ie: flip flops). The thingy drives me nuts.
12. Try to catch up on sleep again. This week I got to bed at: 9:30, 9:30, 3:15: 11:30 & 1:30. It’s already 11:00 so I need to finish up here and get to bed.
13. Get business license for photography.
14. Get state sales tax number for photography.
15. Finish getting pictures for postcards. Do layouts. Get printed. Take to retailer. Oops. First take designs for approval and see what they want to sell. See, my sister alerted me to that fact that the only local postcards available are really, really old ones of the city hall. She talked to a local retailer and told them that I might be interesting in producing some for them to sell. They are interested but the local points of interest that people have been asking for in postcards are all commercial buildings & several churches. So, I have to get a photo release signed by the owners, they most likely will be wanting to know I’m legal, so I need to do my homework. Yeah, I know it’s complicated and I’m not sure it’s even worth it but in order to sell any of my work, I’m probably supposed to have both the license and the sales tax number. This project most likely will not get finished before I leave!
16. Get birthday gifts to take along for my family in Liberian.
17. Get birthday card and money off to my nephew in VA that I missed earlier this month. (Wonderful aunt, aren’t I?  )
18. Graduation celebration for my oldest nephew, Derrick, who just finished up his high school work recently!!!

Well, if you’ve taken the time to read all of that, you obviously (I hope!) care enough to bug me occasionally and see if I’m using my time wisely. Certainly *xanga is not a wise use of time so I bid you a good night!


* I’m sure that is highly debate-able!!!  I’m likely to debate with myself on that issue.

Peanut Butter Granola

Here is the recipe for peanut butter granola (finally – eh, Twila?!). I got it from the good cooks at Faith Builders. I’m not sure what the yield is other than A LOT of granola!  Actually, I think the last time I made it I cut the recipe in half and nearly eliminated the coconut (since I’m not that crazy about it). I’m sure it would store well in an airtight container in the freezer.

12 c. quick oats
3 c. flake coconut
1 1/2 c. peanuts
1/2 c. sunflower seeds
2 1/2 c. brown sugar
2 c. crunchy peanut butter
1 1/2 c. butter
1 T. salt
1 T. vanilla
2 c. wheat germ

Melt peanut butter and butter. Add salt and vanilla. Mix with dry ingredients. Bake at 300° for approximately 2 hours on flat baking pans. Stir every 15 minutes.


Cacophony of Thoughts – Wednesday May 16, 2007

What makes the difference between people who ask “what can I do to help?” and people who ask “why don’t people help me”? Do we all at times go through the “helping” stage and then the “need help” stage? Is there something wrong if a person never moves out of either of those categories? Why is it that the help we need is often the help we don’t want?

Can a person be sold out to nothing?

Is it possible that the long-term effects of unrepented sin have a much longer-lasting reach than we realize? Does the deception of sin begin with the ignoring of the conscience or is sin itself deceptive?

Why is grace sometimes hard to accept?

The theme of this week has been “rejoice with them that rejoice, and weep with them that weep.” There has been a lot to process and I’m thankful again for God’s faithfulness. As you can tell, I seem to have more questions than answers!