tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60793984060091005872024-03-05T00:42:03.098-08:00Confessions of a Redeemed DivaThis blog is about me.
Blah,blah, blog.redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.comBlogger314125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-23479867313053164842011-01-29T20:07:00.001-08:002011-01-29T20:08:32.898-08:00It's been funThanks everybody for taking the time to read me over the past few years. I'm hanging up my blog hat....for now.Blessings to you all!redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-77994395392246861772010-10-18T16:02:00.000-07:002013-04-23T01:56:02.308-07:00Beauty is Skin Deep, and Deep Skin Isn't BeautyToday this thought ran through my head as I looked in the mirror:
Perhaps today is the day that starts to show my neglect of moisturizer from the first few years of my twenties.
I know, I know.
Moisturizer is the key to great skin.
And yet, I have pores the size of craters on the moon.
I do not have porcelain smooth skin or an alabaster brow.
This immediately rules me out as being a redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-38439579988085008562010-10-01T10:53:00.000-07:002013-04-23T11:27:46.766-07:00Nursery Rhymes Make Me Question LifeI just realized today that when I play the itsy bitsy spider, it is an accurate spider.Since thumbs are joined in the middle, you have four fingers on each hand left over, therefore eight "legs" in total. I may have realized this before but it felt brand new today.I find it really odd that "this little piggie ate roast beef". It disturbs me to think that pigs eat beef.How big was the spider that redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-74155867057223680312010-09-30T12:17:00.001-07:002010-09-30T12:28:58.400-07:00I bet Van Gogh's mother didn't have to put up with thisDeb, I love the pillow I won from your blog. In fact, I was going to do a whole post about this amazing pillow that I won, that you made and how it contains the alphabet on it.Bombshell shocker:My son has decorated it with red marker.I'm putting it in the wash. I'll let you know how it fares.I've been contemplating painting the kids room.My son likes to colour on the wall.I've put the whole redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-51951963531754973532010-09-29T05:58:00.000-07:002013-04-23T01:46:43.931-07:00LeTT3rs &Num3r0's to get my point acrossDon't you love chatting online with family or friends who you haven't seen in forever?
Invariably, you get close to the end and it's time to sign off.
I find the following funny:
THEM: Hey, gotta get going
ME: Ok, love ya lots. Say hi to the fam for me.
THEM:You bet.
ME: Miss you, too, eh?
THEM: I miss u 2
ME: Thanks. Love you
THEM: Loves x 10
ME: See ya
THEM: Bye, Patch.
ME: I redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-81267730714077765022010-09-28T13:16:00.000-07:002012-06-21T23:11:32.929-07:00Aslan and Table Runners
Every time I listen to “The Back of the North Wind “ with my children, and it reaches the end, I spend about ten minutes crying and telling Jesus I love Him and that His eyes are beautiful to behold.
After I calm down, I also am grateful that that book was written...because if it hadn’t been inspiration for CS Lewis, what would life be like without the Chronicles of Narnia?
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I broke redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-56140739209311327352010-09-22T20:40:00.001-07:002010-09-22T20:48:26.187-07:00Another time where I should have just said "Fine."My husband was injured at work last week. And while it was a very dramatic accident, he's come out relatively ok. He is hobbling around with a cane right now and is at home where I can keep him safe.The other day when my sister said, "How are things with you being at home, Jeep."He replied, "Not bad at all," .And so I felt it necessary to add in this little fun fact, "I get to give him sponge redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-11431211071406577462010-09-20T11:18:00.000-07:002010-09-20T11:38:02.539-07:00Tae Kwon Do you know where you are?My eldest wants to take Tae Kwon Do.No problem.Like any good mother would, I call the local Tae Kwon Do place. We live in a small town so I google the number and call the one place that's in town."Ma'am, you can come and observe a class any night of the week. Monday to Thursday between 5-6 pm."Great! I take a quick look at the address off of google: 2212 12 Ave, memorize it and hop in the car redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-64822470120825644362010-09-14T12:49:00.000-07:002010-09-14T12:53:22.089-07:00I said I wasn't going to lose my head....I had a really fun morning.It may have something to do with the fact that I played this song.Seriously, it just makes me giggle.Especially Hugh's hair. And I like to snap my fingers when they snap their fingers and I pretend that my wardrobe changes.But it doesn't. I still have my pajamas on.Sigh.This Mary Poppins method of getting dressed must be re-thought.redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-11555425314955606772010-09-10T17:00:00.000-07:002010-09-14T13:14:40.785-07:00And now a word from the indestructible plastic toy companyYou've gotta find a way to get out of your own way, so you can progress in life. Steve CarltonThe toy lives.And as it lives, I suffer.--Not from the knowledge that I intentionally let it fall to a demise by drowning --Not from turning a blind eye as it bobbed up for air the third time--Not from the notion that I am a mother who would let a noisy toy be destroyed by what seemed to be "only an redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-43278629463477670862010-09-10T16:51:00.001-07:002010-09-10T16:59:24.926-07:00Death of a Talking ToyI've done something I'm not proud of.And yet, here I am, oh-so-willing to admit it to my readers. Perhaps this will be a cleansing of the soul-- a redemption of sorts.My son.My pure and innocent son.He owns a toy.Not just any toy.A toy that talks.A toy that makes noise.A lot of noise.I saw him playing with this toy in the bath tub water.And I thought, "I should pull that toy out before it gets redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-35762731064091730962010-09-07T17:21:00.001-07:002013-04-23T01:47:46.330-07:00Pedals
I've been off the "blogging bicycle" for a few months and it's time to get back on.
You know what they say about riding a bicycle...
you never forget.
However, it may be worth saying that I haven't truly ridden a bike in over ten years.
The last time I did, I fell in front of an old man raking leaves about 100 feet from where I had my precarious start. And it didn't matter if I was a 20 redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-15550787239882240932010-08-18T14:34:00.000-07:002010-08-18T14:35:41.014-07:00How to entertain 7 kids when you are fresh out of ideas!Hang out until the end. Every kid will scream with delight!redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-89524521554316141652010-08-02T07:39:00.000-07:002010-08-02T07:41:52.403-07:00A sigh from a contented womanI have a full life.redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-51436671516158987472010-07-20T21:25:00.000-07:002010-07-20T21:37:24.179-07:00SevenI used to be taller than anyone elseNever hid my dreams up on a shelfRunning in circles was always okSpinning my wheels was just part of playI was able to fly highAnd so freely laughAt all of the shadowsThe sunshine made passFell down on my kneesFelt no shame to cryPicked up lost penniesAnd chased butterfliesStared up at the white cloudsThat looked like blue whalesLoved when the wind Filled up redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-83775464435298281892010-07-11T22:16:00.000-07:002010-07-11T22:26:00.104-07:00It's not just a song from Footloose--it actually applies to todayGuess what I did today?I went on a date. With my man. Without our kids.It bears repeating: Without our kids!!!!And naturally we went to see a movie we've wanted to see for a while:The Karate Kid.Only, it should be called The Kung Fu Kid because, you know, that's what they learned: Kung Fu.As in, not karate.Semantics.Here's what I hope happens as a result of this film.I hope young men go and see redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-65413284827177697362010-07-06T20:35:00.000-07:002010-07-06T20:40:20.746-07:00It's back!!!!!I left town for the weekend.My garden looked fine. Some of the spinach leaves were being eaten by aphids, but for the most part it looked fine.Oh, you naive Finnish gypsy.Fine, indeed!There's a hole in my garden, dear Liza, dear Liza, there's a hole in my garden, dear Liza, a hole.A hole....over by the brussel sprouts and celery!Is this the return of the gopher? Not sure. Too early to redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-75158075566185768242010-07-01T19:10:00.000-07:002010-07-01T19:25:38.990-07:0016Is it possible that 31 is the new 16?I've always been a late bloomer. I didn't get my license until I was nineteen.My younger sister had a boyfriend before me.We're not even going to discuss my cleavage development.Remember 16?The time of your life where you start to put together your dreams and figure things out and make embarrassing moments because you've rushed into things based on emotion redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-91886815129828778702010-06-28T06:19:00.000-07:002010-06-28T06:41:45.036-07:00My life is in a bundleOn the move again.From glory to glory.Instead of fighting or resisting the work God does in my heart, I have learned to rest in Him.He carries me, you know.You too.I was reminded of that while reading this book.Remember when David is angry and he's going to kill Nabal and Nabal's wife Abigail smoothes everything over and tells David that his life is carried by the Lord in a bundle. In David's eraredeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-15911609796165347262010-06-24T07:08:00.000-07:002010-06-24T07:14:16.352-07:00And lo, there was a great big empty holeWell, I've returned from my h ometown.Back into the garden to learn the fate of my spinach.Dead.All of it. Killed and destroyed by the ravages of the yard war between the gopher and the cats.The gopher? Dead.All of it.Destoryed by the claws of the cats, I suppose.I don't really know.I wasn't here.And the cats?Dead.I hope.Wouldn't that be a great way to end this little saga? Everyone dead and me redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-73666715025568209592010-06-22T10:15:00.000-07:002010-06-22T10:18:22.072-07:00SolitudeEmergency has brought back to my hometown.An aunt with a potato salad and a plate of veggies brought me here.To my true home. The one that never leaves my heart even though my feet takes me miles from its solitude.In spite of everything, it's good to be back.redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-35964087306329343032010-06-10T22:07:00.000-07:002010-06-17T13:21:40.380-07:00The pause before the stormThe clouds are grey and hang heavy.The wind is blowing fiercely and reminding us that it truly has the power to keep us indoors.We haven't seen the sun in 6 days.All is quiet.No action from the cats.No action from the gophers.Not a problem. I am patient like a lion waiting to pounce and devour its prey.The spinach recover from the shell shock of past battles.My brave spinach.The battle is on holdredeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-84505184587002195332010-06-10T21:52:00.000-07:002010-06-15T14:45:47.033-07:00Let the Fur FlyMy garden has become the official battleground where nature has decided to re-enact the Crimean War. Oh, I know the Crimean War was a long fought saga. But with all this rain and dirt, Crimean works better than relating this to the trenches that housed our soldiers in Dieppe. Although, the trenches may have been infested with the same animals from the rodent Geomyidae family, as well. It’s a redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-51532129254645752252010-06-10T21:50:00.000-07:002010-06-14T11:41:44.541-07:00And the Plot Thickens...The cat has got my tongue. I’m not meaning to be glib, but it has. I’m not apologizing or taking back what I have said about the cleverly disguised rodents called felines, but I will, hopefully in a few days hence, go so far as to say this: Thank you, cat. And that’s a great deal coming from me on this issue. What has brought me to this point? Not a vision that has knocked me off my high redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6079398406009100587.post-45771178227943179912010-06-10T21:47:00.000-07:002010-06-13T13:38:01.582-07:00Shouting Out My Window is Becoming Quite NormalThe carnage continues and my yet my spinach battles on. I believe they are convinced that they are spears that will eventually stab the underside of their attackers.One can only hope.It's a lazy lot of stray cats that I have in my yard.Unwelcome and unwanted.If they were writing a story about their lives it would be filled with scavenging, loneliness and a crazy lady who repeatedly opens her redeemed divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05508157584661486826noreply@blogger.com0