Shoot Happy: Morning by Morning

Well, so far this blogging for 31 days straight thing hasn’t really worked out. Honestly, I kind of started out this month knowing 31 posts wouldn’t be happening within the confines of one month. But let’s play this week by week shall we? This past week, I had intended on posting a photo a day of a pretty floral with an inspirational scripture or quote, but the week passed me by and I didn’t get one post up. Maybe, it was the week long vacation that distracted me from the computer. Actually, I’ll take that sort of distraction anytime over normal stressful distractions. Even if my little blog must suffer from radio silence for a little while.

Anyways, this week I’ll be posting all those florals and pretty words I had lined up to share last week. And of course, all shots were taken with my trusty nifty fifty. Most of them were shot at sunset, that’s my favorite-est time of day, the lighting is so warm and casts an angelic glow on everything. I understand sunrises have the same impact, someday I’ll see one and maybe I’ll be awake enough to grab a few shots of it’s magical-ness.

Isaiah 504

Thankfully though, you don’t have to be a morning to person to experience the magical-ness (it’s a word, because I’m using it) to experience God’s magnificent will. We just have to open our hearts.


Worry Like A Dog

Sometimes you need to slow down, relax, and see the world from the view point of the dog. anniedogsup

They’ve really got the right idea when you think about it. Dogs don’t worry about where their next meal is coming from…


Where they’ll lay their head down for that next “cat” nap…


Nor do they worry about what they’ll wear or how they look…


The canine species is completely and utterly non-materialistic nor vain. They don’t care if you’re wearing last years fashions or if you’ve even showered, actually the smellier you are the better in the dogs humble opinion.


The dog is a non-worrier, they rely on their master to provide for their every need. That’s really a lesson we can learn from our canine companions. In fact, in an oft quoted exert from Matthew 6, we are instructed not to worry:

25 “Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? 26 Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27 Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?

28 “So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; 29 and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?

31 “Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. 33 But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.

Matthew 6:25-34 (NKJV)

Now if the birds of the air and the grass of the field aren’t worried, then why are we so worried? Our Master will supply for our every need.

He even takes us on daily walks, we just have to trust Him to hold the other end of the leash.


Tidings of Great Joy

“9 And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

12 And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.”

Luke 2:9-12


Merry Christmas!

Fear Not

Before I delve into the all important world of thrifting, life with dogs, and other varying frivolous forms of everyday life, I need to take a moment to mention the 4 heroic teachers and 20 little souls who moved from this world to the next in a small elementary school in Newtown Connecticut. It is my prayer that their families will somehow find peace during this indescribably painful time. Hopefully, somehow and someway something good can from from this tragedy.

If you would like to offer some type of support to the hurting families and the community in which they share, Roo author of a blog titled NiceGirlNotes has listed several opportunities to do so, here.

There is so much fear in this world, so much loss of earthly lives, it’s easy to be afraid of what might be lurking in the shadows. But there is peace, that peace is waiting for you, with His hand outstretched waiting to take your hand in His.



Today marks the 9th year that my earthly father went home to meet our Heavenly Father. I know it’s not good to live in the past, but remembering those who are no longer on this earth is important to keeping that person real within your life and family. So, today, I’ll be sharing a few things about my dad . It won’t be a long post laden with my usual juvenile humor, but I needed to acknowledge what this day is for me and my family. And make this time about remembering who Dad was and what he means to those he impacted in this life.

You see, Dad bestowed upon myself and our family many gifts, passions, and sweet memories that would carry us through life.

Dad was a private pilot, and a couple of times in his life even got to own a plane. This was the first of the two, and this is the one I remember the most. When I was a kid, he’d take me for a ride on Sunday afternoons. There was nothing better than seeing our little town from the sky, and sharing the cockpit with Dad.  I still get excited when I see a little plane flying around in a clear and perfect blue sky.

Photo by Dad

My dad enjoyed photography, and documented so many important moments and even those seemingly not so important moments.  With his trusty 35 mm in hand, he made sure that all of these moments did not go unrecognized.  I suppose he bestowed the urge to document upon me, since I’m rarely without a good camera handy to capture everyday life.

Above all else, my Dad was a Christian. He was called to be a preacher as a teenager,  and then a missionary later on in life. Dad followed the path laid before him with grace and humility, and taught us so many lessons along the way. Through the years, I was taught that everything else is secondary to serving the Lord. Yeah, it’s OK to have hobbies, but those should never come before God. Dad was a good photographer, a great pilot, but his greatest strength, was found in the Lord. That strength was taught through actions, and words, and thoughts, and just in the way he lived his life. And for that lesson, I am eternally grateful.

Remembering my dad, and especially writing about him, sort of brings him back to me for a little while. So,  I thank you for indulging me as I divert a bit from the usual path this blog takes, and talk about the man who was my Dad.

IMAGE000016Obviously, this was not a recent picture. That little girl is me, when I was about 5 or 6, and clearly we aren’t traveling near home as we appear to be on a large boat floating on a large body of water. 80’s-rific if I do say so myself, but aren’t we cute? By the way I distinctly remember those shoes, they were my FAVORITE pink Care Bear shoes that I wore until they either wore out or I out grew them.

Happy Thanksgiving

With today being a day dedicated to giving thanks to all of the wonderful blessings the good Lord has bestowed upon us, I am forgoing the regularly scheduled Thrifting Thursday. Instead, this day of thanksgiving will be spent with my loved ones reflecting on those blessings too numerous to count, and also eating copious amounts of pumpkin pie.

“Give thanks unto the Lord, call upon his name, make known his deeds among the people.”

1 Chronicles 16:8

Grateful to be Annoyed

Today, is annoying, just annoying, there’s no reason, it’s just an annoying day. Everything is annoying, traffic is annoying, my dogs are annoying, my sweet and loving husband is annoying, my great and wonderful job of which I am so very grateful to have is annoying, the stuff in my house is annoying, everything is annoying. I’ve come to the conclusion that I am annoyed with myself, which means, I am annoyed by everything and everyone around me, because I can’t escape my annoying self.

But I’m  grateful that I am healthy enough to be annoyed by these little measly things, instead of being annoyed by a major crisis.I am grateful that I can get out of bed in the mornings, get dressed up and made up, head out to my car (at least 15 minutes behind schedule because I couldn’t find the right cardigan), get annoyed by traffic, to arrive at the office (15 minutes late!!) to be annoyed by my great and wonderful job.

Ignore the Pinterest on my screen, clearly that’s there for security measures. I couldn’t be sharing my highly confidential spreadsheets with the world now could I? And obviously I wouldn’t be wasting the last 15 minutes of my day on the internet.

Then to come home and be annoyed by my cute dogs who have tracked more dust and yard debris into the house that happens to be cluttered by all of the things I have deemed important enough to take up space in my home.

Obviously, Annie is the more docile of the two.

Once I’ve been annoyed by saying hello to my lovable yet dusty pups, I say hello to my sweet and loving husband who has just come back from an evening dog drag because it’s too dark for me to go on the evening dog drags now. (We call the evening dog walk a drag, because really we’re being dragged.) But do I thank him for taking care of that chore for me? Nope, I get annoyed because he didn’t brush the leaves off of the dogs before letting them in the house.

Isn’t he handsome? And he’s all mine! Big head and all.

HMPH, how dare these great and marvelous things annoy me!!

In hopes that the Lord would guide me through my selfish and annoyed attitude, I ran to my refuge, God’s Word. And lo and behold, a scripture was revealed to me.

“I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave Himself for me.” Galatians 2:20 KJV

Wow, isn’t that a big slice of humble pie? First of all, “….I live, yet not I, but Christ liveth in me…”. How can I be annoyed if I have allowed my Savior to reside within my heart? To be annoyed with myself is to be annoyed with what the Lord has anointed with His saving grace. And to be annoyed by all of the great and marvelous things He has given me to use in this life is taking away from the blessing of Christ living in me.

Secondly, “…the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God…” Being annoyed is a human emotion, and those human emotions can’t be avoided because we’re human. But I can’t let those emotions rule me, I must remember to live “by the faith of the Son of God.” to battle on and break through my own little world of emotion to live fully in Christ.

Hmm….I don’t think I’m annoyed anymore. And that humble pie, it’s delicious.

A brownie can be humble right?

P.S. After originally posting this, I realized this is my 200th post. It’s taken 2.5 years to get this far, maybe it’s time to up my posting schedule. I think the world could use more earth shattering and life changing posts about my dogs don’t you?

31 Days: The Business of Busy-ness

As the weekend commences, and I tackle my hefty to do list, the business of busy-ness came to mind. When did I get so busy? When did it become so important to have something to do ALL the time? What happened to the days that could be spent whiled away in a good book or a nice afternoon at the movies (or the show as I often call it). Heck, I’ve even started a blog series about being busy ( 31 Days of Getting it Done)!! Granted a lot of the things I had intended to do aren’t getting done because I’m too busy worrying about the 546,245 other things I want to get done. See, again with the busy-ness.  I recently read an excerpt from Oswald Chambers’ Utmost for His Highest concerning the business of busy-ness:

“The great enemy of the Lord Jesus Christ today is the idea of practical work that has no basis in the New Testament but comes from the systems of the world. This work insists upon endless energy and activities, but no private life with God. The emphasis is put on the wrong thing. Jesus said, “The kingdom of God does not come with observation . . . . For indeed, the kingdom of God is within you” (Luke 17:20-21). It is a hidden, obscure thing. An active Christian worker too often lives to be seen by others, while it is the innermost, personal area that reveals the power of a person’s life.We must get rid of the plague of the spirit of this religious age in which we live. In our Lord’s life there was none of the pressure and the rushing of tremendous activity that we regard so highly today, and a disciple is to be like His Master. The central point of the kingdom of Jesus Christ is a personal relationship with Him, not public usefulness to others.

It is not the practical activities that are the strength of this Bible Training College— its entire strength lies in the fact that here you are immersed in the truths of God to soak in them before Him. You have no idea of where or how God is going to engineer your future circumstances, and no knowledge of what stress and strain is going to be placed on you either at home or abroad. And if you waste your time in overactivity, instead of being immersed in the great fundamental truths of God’s redemption, then you will snap when the stress and strain do come. But if this time of soaking before God is being spent in getting rooted and grounded in Him, which may appear to be impractical, then you will remain true to Him whatever happens.”

Granted Mr. Chambers was speaking of over-work within a ministry setting and his target audience was a group of seminary students, but I found a few nuggets in there that could be applied to my life. For instance, “practical work” calls for constant energy towards that work and no time to really “soak up God”. With a job,a home life, and the misguided desire for perfection, it’s easy to let those things take away that valuable time with God. But I must remember, that allowing myself to be immersed in this “overactivity” instead of being immersed in “the truths of God’s redemption”, I’m stealing peace and joy from myself.  When things really do get stressful, and there really is something that causes a huge strain on me, I’ll bend and snap (but not the good bend and snap, name that movie!) instead of bending down in prayer.

So, instead of worrying about the 673, 952 things on my to-do list (yes, it’s growing by the minute!), I need to focus more on the Lord, since He is found within me.

Green Eyebrows

Alright, I don’t really know where this post is going to take us, I just know I have a random assortment of photos I took and then edited. So, I would hate to waste them by letting them just sit on my hard drive, waiting for that perfect blog post when it may never come. Besides that, who said a blog post really has to be about anything. Can’t it just be a post about nothing, like Seinfeld was a show about nothing. Maybe I’ll just yammer on about the injustice of a hair in my marble rye or that woman in the ladies room that couldn’t spare a square.

Anywho, as always, grab a nice tall glass of sweet tea or your preferred beverage of choice, sit back and enjoy the randomness.

This is Annie, she’s always so sweet and so kind, when there’s something edible involved. Otherwise, she takes her stringy tail and butt flaps to her nasty bed where she can ignore us all from a distance. For some reason, I feel she is silently judging me.

This is what she was eye balling when I snapped this image of cute sweet normal dog Annie.

My breakfast, well my Saturday mid-morning breakfast. On a normal day my breakfast consists of a banana eaten hastily while entering the on ramp of I-40, generally 10 to 15 minutes behind schedule. Tardiness is my constant companion.

So, back to Annie, she’s definitely the most unusual dog I’ve ever had the pleasure of sharing a home with. She communicates by yawns. No, I don’t mean normal silent doggy yawns, I mean low guttural Dorthy from Golden Girls yawns.

This is the most close I could come to capturing one of her yetti yawns, usually the mouth is opened much wider.

Aside from yawning and begging, she enjoys photobombing, and like everything else Annie does, she does not simply make an appearance in the background of the picture. Any Annie appearance is always front and center, toothy grin and all.

She does enjoy posing though, particularly with her newest conquest.

This time it happened to be a bowl I used to hold that nasty dry crap, otherwise known as Iams, when her regular bowl was infested with ants during the Great Ant War of 2012. By the way, after numerous attempts at putting an end to the battle of the ants, I still have survivors, cornstarch and Raid don’t seem to phase them much. Anyone have any ideas?

Although, Annie can be a very sweet dog, she can also be quite ruthless, especially when it comes to time outside. Poor Goldie tends to get the brunt of this ruthless-ness, as evidenced by the green eyebrow. That’s a grass stain, caused by Annie slamming Goldie’s head into the lawn. All summer long Goldie has had odd green eyebrows, it took us a couple weeks of monitoring to figure out how it was happening. Poor Goldie lets Annie-Devil take out her many frustrations on the Golden One during their outside time. I should probably mention though, Goldie and Annie are the same size, Goldie could easily take up for herself, but her passivity tends to keep her from doing so.

(Not that I would know anything about being passive.)

I always end up having to break up the head slamming fest. Sometimes, I wish there was someone to break up the head slamming fest that I tend to allow myself into at times. I suppose I do have someone that intervenes when the head slamming and grass stained eyebrows become too much.

My Savior, Christ Jesus, He’s always there to pound on the window when the head slamming becomes too much.

“121 I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.

My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.

He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.

Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.

The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.

The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul.

The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.”

Psalm 121 KJV

So, He does help me even when my head is being slammed against the perverbial lawn, and He doesn’t even take a break from watching over me. How could I possibly be worried over a few green eyebrows when I know He will be there when it’s too much?

And look at that, this post really did have a point!

Also, Happy Autumn a week late!!

Note: Although I mention name brands within this post such as, Iams and Raid, I am not being compensated for such mentions. They are just brands that make a frequent appearance within my household, much like dust bunnies make frequent and ever present appearances under my sofa.

Leash Pulling

Sorry for the radio silence recently, I have had the pleasure of having to serve jury duty (bleh).  In turn, causing a backlog of work at my 9 to 5. Which, takes priority over this little blog, sorry, but they give me the funds to afford kibbles. So, here I sit, for 4 hours most mornings, waiting for my name to be called to serve on a jury. I haven’t been called yet, but honestly, I’m not sure that I want to be on a jury. This time waiting gives me the chance to work on a tedious application for a licensure exam, or write a quick and pointless blog post. I’d rather write a quick and pointless blog than fill out an essay application to take an exam, seriously, how hard is the exam going to be if the application requires me to write more than 1500 words about my job?

Anywho, I’ve been pulling on my leash recently in hopes of moving on and away, away from jury duty and the prospect of filling out a tedious exam application and then waiting to be approved to take said tedious exam. Again really? How hard is this test going to be if I have to explain every duty my job entails, and then have to wait more than two months before I know I’ve even been approved to take the exam? And why do I need approval to take an exam? Oy vey, it’s too much. I can’t take the pressure, I think it’s time to stop pulling on my leash and enjoy the walk.

It’s time to let my walker,Christ, lead the way.

“I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: I will guide thee with mine eye.” Psalm 32:8 (KJV)