Thursday, August 30, 2012

Isaac. Nostrils.

This is the view from my office.
The rain hasn't started yet.
But it's coming.
I walked back from my car and the wind was hateful.
It made my hair stand straight up on my head,
unlike one of those romatic shampoo commercials.
I looked like I'd been electrocuted.
Normally I love rainy weather.
But this is a horse of a different color.

In other news,
one of my nostrils is bigger than the other one.
Someone asked me which I picked more.
But I'm an equal opportunity picker.
So that's that.
Isaac is here.
I have disproportionate nose holes.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Say It Ain't So

*Jane is the peekaboo champion these days.

Sometimes when a hurricane makes landfall in Louisiana,
we end up with severe weather.
High winds.
You know.
Hurricane stuff.
The worst weather always spins off to the east.
That's the forecast for our whole state in the
next few days.
Say it ain't so.

Our prayers go out to everyone in Isaac's path today.
And I hope my mother-in-law's sand bag project went well.
Love you, Linda.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012


Thanks so much to At Home In Arkansas (blog) for letting me be part of your Monday Must Haves!

Monday, August 27, 2012

No Bacon Left Behind

There's nothing like turmoil in life to make you a blog slacker.
I'm one.
Moving is going, well, slowly.
We don't know where we're moving.
It's a little unnerving.
On the other hand, we're laughing a lot.
I think it's because Matt and I have finally lost our marbles.
We were sitting in a burger joint and
Matt explained to me his
"no bacon left behind" policy.
I started laughing and could not stop.
It went over the line into strange, inappropriate laughing.
Matt stared at me.
I stopped laughing and said,
"We have nowhere to live."
Then it was his turn to start laughing.
People were staring.
But that's OK.
We'll survive.
Anyone know of a short term rental in the
North Little Rock, Little Rock area?
Until we find one we'll be laughing.
And eating all our bacon, leaving not one tiny piece unnoticed.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012


I started today out by stubbing my toe on a box, a liquor box packed full of dvd's. Our house looks like lushes live here, but then again everyone knows liquor boxes make for the best packing.

Then as I was putting on my makeup I noticed my mascara had a smell.

Mascara smells are never good.

It was at this point Jane woke up and started calling from her room, "Hi. Hiiiiiii..."

I love her.

I love our box filled house.

I'm so grateful that God is taking care of us.

Monday, August 20, 2012


Things around here are hopping.
The inspection on our house went great.
Now we're just waiting for the appraisal.
*holds breath*

Jane and I spent a fun weekend together.
We spent time at Rachel's house...
or as Jane calls her, T.T.
Matt was out of pocket and we missed him.
I'd like to say I did some packing.
But instead I spent time loving on Jane and getting really excited.
I've been ready for a change.

Friday, August 17, 2012


It would appear that Jane and I are embroiled in a battle. It's a "don't touch the knobs on the gas stove" battle. She's had her hands spatted (which I hate), and there were many tears. But it's fire people. If you can't discipline over fire... well.... you're going to be getting to know your insurance agent on a very personal basis.

I thought our battle was over. But I was wrong.

Yesterday morning I noticed her standing in front of the stove again, staring at the knobs intently.

"Jane, we talked about this. No," I said as sternly as a woman can when she's got rollers in her hair and a spoonful of Honey Nut Cheerios in her mouth.

She cut her eyes at me, her mouth pursed in a thoughtful line. I could see the inner dialogue.

"I understand what you're saying. But I really like knobs."

She turned her gaze back to them and reached out a hand.

"Jane! I said no."

She paused, hand in midair, and looked at me.

"NUH!" she stated, shaking her head back and forth.

"Aw how cute," I muttered, thinking she was mimicking me.

She slowly reached again.

"Hey. No," I reached down and spatted her hand.

Jane pooched out her lips, and then shook her head violently, "NUH!"

And that's when it dawned on me that she wasn't mimicking me at all.

She was telling me no.

After a few moments, and a couple more "NUH's" she crawled back into the living room.

And so it begins.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Changes, Writing, Scandal

You know how you go days and days, month after month and then all of a sudden change swoops in and knocks you off your feet? I love that. Well, no. I love it when it’s not scary change, when it’s an adventure and possibilities are ahead. I love that kind of change.

We’re experiencing a lot of that these days. Whatever the outcome, I know God’s will is good. But I have my preferences about that outcome, because I have a pulse, and you can bet God is getting pestered. I’m so glad he’s patient.

In the meantime life carries on. I thought working on a second book would be easier. Somehow it’s harder. I’ve scrapped five thousand ideas (or more like five) so far. Right now I’m trying to figure out how to rewrite a chapter so I can work in a bit about the time Rebecca pooped in her pants while hiding behind my great-grandmother’s casket at the funeral home. She's always been scandalous.
I’m so thankful my sisters let me write about them.

Monday, August 13, 2012

And Then That Day Comes When You Get An Offer On Your House And Realize You Have No Where To Live

This weekend Jane and I stayed with my parents.
They bought her a red car to drive around the living room,
and she got very sassy with me.
It was all hands on deck in church, as you can see.
All that attention from doting grandparents makes Jane
a prissy, slightly 'tudey girl.
Mom said I was the same way.
I have no memory of that.
Then we got an offer on our house.
We're so happy.
And a little bit panicked.
The future is wide open, it seems.
If this all goes through,
we will be out on the streets next month.
Just when I think I've got life all planned out...

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

The Crack Bean

So life is nuts.
What else is new.
Jane is growing like a weed.
She has the most wicked sense of humor.

The other day we were eating supper and she discovered baked beans.
She ate them by the greedy handful,
shoveling them into her mouth as quickly as she could.
Then she shook her hands back and forth at me...
her "all done" sign that we devised so
she wouldn't just slump and scream in her highchair
because she couldn't communicate with us.
Being able to communicate is a
BIG DEAL to this kid.

I cleaned the bean juice off her and set her down to play.
Matt and I were still eating.
My pants, not the most fitted pants,
were sagging down in the back.
It was at this particular juncture I felt something on my backside.

It was Jane.
Laughing to herself while carefully placing a rogue baked bean
in her mama's butt crack.

I shrieked and jumped up,
so shocked and surprised,
scrambling to rid my hind quarters of said bean.
She laughed and clapped her hands.

Like I said.
Wicked sense of humor.

What did we ever do in this house before Jane?

It must have been so quiet and tidy.
So devoid of fun and messes.
I can't even remember now.

The leaves are falling from the trees in our yard.
It's so hot everything is dying.
We're having a drought, and that's what
everyone will always remember about this summer.
But not me.
I will always remember this as the summer of the bean.
The crack bean.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Timeout. And Toast.

I'll be taking a few days off this week. There are important goings on, some of which involve Jane's new obsession with cinnamon raisin toast. See you soon!

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Who Wants To Watch a Cute Baby Shop at Anthropologie and Giggle? Yeah. Me Too.

Jane Shops from Elizabeth Owen on Vimeo.

All This Chick-Fil-A Stuff...

Just a little food for thought courtesy of the Bible...

“Be careful not to practice your righteousness in front of others to be seen by them. If you do, you will have no reward from your Father in heaven."

Matthew 6:1

“And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full. 6 But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you."

Matthew 6:5-6

"And behold, a lawyer stood up to put him to the test, saying, “Teacher, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?” He said to him, “What is written in the Law? How do you read it?” And he answered, “You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind, and your neighbor as yourself.” And he said to him, “You have answered correctly; do this, and you will live.” But he, desiring to justify himself, said to Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

Luke 10:25-37

"Let every person be subject to the governing authorities. For there is no authority except from God, and those that exist have been instituted by God."

Romans 13:1

"And this commandment we have from him: whoever loves God must also love his brother."

1 John 4:21

"For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him."

John 3:17

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Confession Time

So our house was for sale this year. It didn't sell, so we took it off the market. Why was it for sale? Well, our dream house was on the market, and we really wanted to buy it. We called it "Hobbit House" because it was old with stone archways and creeping vines and big windows.


But we were fine with it in the end. Hobbit House was old and needed a vast amount of work, so we dodged that bullet, and we do love Mabel's House so much.

But now our realtor (also a friend) has a couple of parties that might be interested in our house, even though it's been off the market for a while. We're pretty conflicted. And it may be that nothing comes of it. But what if it does? Hobbit House is off the market. Where would we go? Would we even want to?

So there you have it, confession time, a part of my life I had not previously shared.