“Toy Packaging”

December 24th, 2008

I just heard this song by Sara Groves, and I think all Mommies around the world will unite with me [and Sara] in denouncing the accursed TOY PACKAGING!  Yes, let us stand together in one accord and say, ” I will not be beaten… by TOY PACKAGING!  Though toddlers and mommies alike are brought to simultaneous holly jolly tears by the barrage of twisty ties, plastic wing nuts, grommets, and [!] screws standing between ripped wrapping paper and contented play, we will not succumb to TOY PACKAGING.  Yes, armed with a phillips head screwdriver, a Coke and the toll free number for Consumer Reports, we shall overcome… TOY PACKAGING!  You sing it, Sara.

“Nothing makes me lose my cool like 
Toy packaging 
Ask the kids to leave the room for 
Toy packaging 
I have no choice the money’s spent 
I’ve worked for hours to make a dent 
I guess it’s anger management 
Toy packaging 

Nothing makes me lose my cool like 
Toy packaging 
Ask the kids please leave the room it’s time for 
Toy packaging 
I’m drawing up a battle plan 
to extricate this robot man 
My self-esteem is in the can 
Toy packaging 

In the old days you could hold a box and shake it 
And hear the pieces rattling around 
My eyes tear up with these grommets, tape and twisty ties 
Remembering their beautiful sound 

Toy Packaging 
I love Toy Packaging 
(Mom! Honey!) 

Nothing makes me lose my cool like toy packaging 
Kids you really need to leave the room, mom’s opening toy packaging 
I’m sorry you have to see this sight 
You must be brave, no please don’t cry 
I promise it will be alright 
I hope to have it by tonight 
Nevermind this dynamite 
Toy packaging”

Ha! and double Ha!

By the way, you can download this song along with the stunning “Joseph’s Lullaby” by Mercy Me legally and for FREE at this site:  www.freeccm.com  It’s available for a limited time, I think, but it’s a great site to check each month.

Evidence of Spring

October 24th, 2008

It’s late October and in Mississippi, just today, we’ve started to get a touch of truly Fall weather.  I believe it’s the first day that the temperature is expected to stay in the mid-sixties with a low in the lower forties tonight.  It’s cloudy and a little drizzly.  My boys are excited to have our pumpkins and scarecrows out on the porch and throughout the house.  I’m one of those decorate-for-every-season types, and I love this time of year.  My birthday is October 28th, so the month has become almost like New Year’s Day for me. Internally, it represents family celebrations, the start of a season of evaluating the year, a relief from the oppressive doldrums brought on by summer’s heat, and a renewed, crisp attitude toward the tasks at hand. Although the rest of the world outside may be preparing for a season of dormancy, Autumn always seems more like a fresh start for me–sort of like Spring in October.  

This October, however, there has been a dampening of my enthusiasm and spirit.  I’ve been a little down-trodden, wrestling with my insides and trying to navigate a challenging time for our family.  An amalgamation of overwhelming financial and work concerns, confusing parenting concerns and the upcoming bittersweet end of my maternity leave has shaken my defenses against discouragement.  I can normally readily find hope and faith despite the challenges, but this October I feel shaken.  We are at a time when it is hard to discern what God is doing in our lives, where he is taking our family.

This morning I read a post from a friend and fellow-blogger that was like rain for me.  It brought fresh evidence of God’s hand and reminded me of one of my favorite re-aligning, faith-building verses:

“So, let us know, let us press on to know the Lord.  His going forth is as certain as the dawn; and He will come to us like rain, like the spring rain watering the earth.” (hosea 6:9)

Kristi writes a blog called To Walk on Fertile Ground and has also published a book with the same title about her walk with God through cancer and infertility.  The post marks the 5-year anniversary of the day she found out she had cancer on the heels of a molar pregnancy.  Her walk through the experience has truly been inspiring.

Three astounding sentences produced a shower in my soul:

It’s been 5 years ago today that cancer entered my life, which took me on a new path of unexpected joy, peace, and grace.  And today, I am thankful for that unexpected time in my life.  That’s when I began planting a new garden that daily teaches me how to live a fertile life through my infertility.

What a powerful and rare statement.  In it, God came to me like rain, just as the verse said.  It was an encouragement to look for a path of joy, despite the confusion, conflict or worry around me.  It was a challenge to embrace even the unseen path with the full understanding that our Creator and Savior is certain–as certain as the dawn.  Rain brings about hope, refreshment, growth, and bloom.  Even those of us with children have glaring areas of infertility in our lives.  They are areas where we feel stifled and stagnant, or where the hope of beautiful blooms has been choked by weeds of despair, uncertainty, sorrow or confusion.  Facing that overgrown ground, I must press on with God, even if it takes a little convincing and arm-twisting.   There is hope.  Those areas can be cultivated into abundant, fertile gardens for His glory.   Only He can provide the nourishing rain necessary to sprout the blooms.  And, He will.

Blog Noshin’

October 22nd, 2008

Serendipity!  I was checking my email this morning and found a message from WordPress Dude.  Actually, it was from my handy-dandy WordPress application.  I like to envision that there is a tiny little WordPress man in there firing off meaningful communication about my posts.  In my mind, he’s sort of a kind but straight-shooting newspaper man version of Kermit THE Frog + Mark Twain + James Qwilleran from the “Cat Who” series, but my inner geek reminds me he’s just an auto-responder.  Back to the story.  

There was an alert for a ping back from Blog Nosh magazine.  Hmmm.  My interest was piqued. BlogNosh.com is an online magazine highlighting blog posts from here, there and everywhere.  I’ve enjoyed reading it, and the designer in me likes how they’ve carried the whole noshin’ concept throughout.  An added bonus is that the site is edited by real people–other bloggers who also scour their in-boxes and the internet for “delicious” content.  I’ve submitted a couple of posts to various channel editors over the last few months.

So, I was checking my email this morning.  Low and behold, WordPress Dude delivers the announcement that BlogNosh.com is linking to me.  Ding.  Has an article been published?

Yes!  My article about Darfur and the Beijing Olympics has been posted front and center.  There is a collection of someones out there, and at least one of them is reading my “stuff.”  Thanks, Blog Nosh, for the encouragement and the needed motivation to keep on writing.

Oops.  There goes baby BabyGirl’s nursing alarm.  My “I’m a writer” ego-trip is now over.  I’m back in the bus to more pressing alerts of the non-homogenized variety.

A Creativity Treat

August 22nd, 2008

Business tips.  IT solutions.  Weekly coupons.  Parenting ideas.  Ways to go green.  Child development.  All things Mac.  Various blog alerts.  New Hallmark goodies.

I get a lot of Ezines–you know those mini magazines and at-a-glance hints that filter through your in box every day or week or month with usually lots of advertising links and sometimes a few good ideas.  But, this one from Jupiter Images is my FAVORITE!  

Yes, it has it’s share of advertisements, but in it’s consistently concise top three “treats,” it never fails to somehow turn over my giggle box or get my creative juices going.  It’s mainly targeted at designers, but who doesn’t need a little creativity boost or shot of fun?

It has introduced me to this crazy way to pass the spare time — making Presidential Candidate Finger Puppets from the website folduscandidate.com, complete with downloadable candidate templates, a countdown to election day, instructional videos and a rockin’ beat (”body movin’ body movin’ a sound so soothin’)!  The things designers do to pass the time!

I also found this cool tool at Add-Art that replaces all the annoying internet advertising boxes on FireFox with great artwork from around the world–in this case Renoir in various states of cropping.  It beats AT&T and IcelandAir any day.

Then, I got to see this exhibit of posters by top graphic designers shown at Florida’s Wolfsonian called “Thoughts on Democracy” and highlighting some modern takes on Norman Rockwell’s Four Freedoms.  I’m still pondering “Democracy is the Helvetica of Politics.”  Hmmm.  There’s another post in there somewhere.

And, most recently, let me test my typography and pop culture acumen with this quiz from the Chicago Tribune challenging us to identify the magazine logos these letters came from.  It’s multiple choice.

Yep!  Subscribe to this one.  It’s a creativity treat!

“Citizen Media”

July 1st, 2008

Cultural Context:  The term used to describe media content or forms produced by private citizens who are not professional journalists.  One of those forms of content is the weblog.  A Global Voices Citizen Media Summit was recently held in Budapest, Hungary highlighting issues related to citizen blogging.  Global Voices is a non-profit advocacy group that seeks to highlight significant conversations arising from existing worldwide citizen media, facilitate new citizen media outlets and foster global freedom of expression.

My first exposure to the term was reading an article last week about the Summit that wrapped up in Budapest on June 28.  I’d never heard it phrased that way (although, I’m a little behind — it even has a Wikipedia entry!) and I was shocked to realize that I am actually a member of the Citizen Media trend that has been growing across the globe.  Who knew?

An article about a document produced by Global Voices’ Rising Voices initiative called An Introduction to Citizen Media highlights the phenomenon:

“Everyday citizens across the world are increasingly using blogs, podcasts, online video, and digital photography to engage in an unmediated conversation which transcends borders, cultures, and differing languages.”

This phenomena of media has been greatly spurred by technology and the growth of the internet.  The unique perspectives and grass roots access to newsworthy situations or disaster-ridden areas provided by Citizen Media have found their place even in professional media outlets in the form of IReports, UReports, etc.

I’ll admit.  I once thought of blogging as a waste of time, or self-absorption or even arrogance  — until I decided to try it.  Now, through my own short experience in the Citizen Media corp, I have seen for myself the various perspectives of those I never would have had the opportunity to read or share my writings with.  Even a simple, uneventful account of the daily life of another broadens my world in a way that CNN never could.

Today marks the eight-week anniversary of my first post on EyeJunkie.com.  As I’ve been thinking about and evaluating my experience so far, I have prepared another post that contains some of my own personal “rules” for blogging.  But, knowing the chorus of global voices that are joining me, the pursuit is somehow larger than it was before.

Link I Like

June 27th, 2008

Babel Talk

Just like the name implies, it’s a collection of various and interesting perspectives from blogdom.  I’m enjoying reading it.

“Thinking” About Water

June 4th, 2008

I saw an interesting post on the My Life Thinking BlogCatalog group called Water by G – great metaphors for what we can learn about ourselves by examining the characteristics of water. It got me thinking…

My family and I like to visit the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in Tennessee.  The park contains lots of rivers and waterfalls (which my husband likes) that are easily accessible without devoting a full day to hiking (which I like.)  Most of the water in the Park is only seen in small trickles or shallow streams, especially at the lower elevations. It’s humbling to realize, however, that the entire mountain range was formed by water over time. A slow, steady and persistent trickle, seemingly insignificant and at times made more powerful by violent storms and the inevitable inertia of flowing downward — It has carved and pushed and molded the earth into astounding new forms.

That which is most hard –- rock, soil, earth — has been moved by that which is most fluid and malleable — water.

What a metaphor for changing a life!  What a metaphor for affecting change in a world!

ABCs

W is for Whole

October 28th, 2008

A whole defies mathematics.  It adds up to so much greater than two halves, especially in hearts.  Just the added “w” makes it the opposite of hole.  Where a whole is given, there can be none of the empty void of hole.  A whole is full and complete–the thing in its entirety.  A whole lends importance to anything it touches.  I should do, see, love with my whole, or not at all.

S is for Squiggles

July 16th, 2008

Squiggles are squeal-fueled giggles–the language of toddlers who haven’t quite learned the words.  Some sneak out, burst, or even explode.  They have an uncanny power to multiply without effort.  They are joy that needs no articulation

C is for Cobwebs

May 15th, 2008

Cobwebs are what creep up in corners when you’re not paying attention.  A moment of shame. A mistake. Something you can’t remember or can’t forget.  They are sticky and catch things that brush against them by accident.  It helps to sweep out your cobwebs.

CultureSpeak

Culture Speak: “Comfort”

December 23rd, 2008

Cultural Context:  “The definition of comfort is very interesting. Comfort means hug, comfort means cry, comfort means smile, comfort means listen. Comfort also means, in many cases, assure the parent or the spouse that any decision made about troops in combat will be made with victory in mind, not made about my personal standing in the polls or partisan politics.” ~ President George Bush in an interview with the Washington Times.

Tidings of comfort and joy…
According to an article in the Washington Times, it seems that for the past seven years, President Bush has been regularly devoting time to meeting with wounded soldiers and the families of those killed in action in the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq as well as writing personal letters to the families of those lost in the line of duty.  A Fox News article introducing the Washington Times story reported that he has visited with over 500 families of soldiers killed in action and over 950 wounded military personnel, and has written over 4000 personal letters of comfort to those who have lost loved ones.  Both the President and First Lady commented in the article about the incredible (and emotional) experience of sharing not only the anguish of loss with those families, but also the joy the families felt in helping the Bushes get to know something personal about the soldiers who sacrificed so much.

Now, I’ll admit that the EyeJunkie CultureSpeak “column” is sometimes filled with outrage, sarcasm or snarky comments about just how ludicrous some of our cultural and media terminology really is.  But, not so with this one.  I had to write this one as a testimony to how impressed I am with George and Laura Bush.  I know it’s not popular.  His approval rating is probably somewhere in the tweens about now.  But, this man is undettered in his commitment to what he believes is right.  That’s impressive.  It takes quite a lot of courage to be willing to look into the eyes of a mother who has just lost her son in a war you sent him to fight–a war it seems in vogue to criticize.  Despite what we read in the papers, the Bushes recall that most of the families they’ve met have said their soldiers chose to fight–wanted to serve and understood the need to fight and win this war.

What is just as impressive as his commitment of time and energy consoling grieving families is the fact that his mission of comfort has (by intention) largely been conducted under the radar of the ever-vigilant media.  Given the voraciousness of our media machine, that’s quite an endeavor.  His efforts have only been publicized when at the request of one of the veterans or military families.  The president and his staff have diligently guarded his meetings with loved ones to protect their privacy and allow them to express their grief without the flash of cameras.  Now, with less than one month left in office, the story is reported–not at times 2 years or 5 years ago when a boost in the polls provided by such patriotism might have been used to pass a bill, confirm pubic support or influence an election.

At the risk of slipping into something snarky, however, I have to say that as impressed as I am with George Bush, I’m equally as unimpressed with the lack of reporting on this 7-year phenomenon.  While I am thankful on behalf of the families concerned that they have not been exposed to the scrutiny of Joe-the-Plumber fame, I’m also disappointed that noone seemed interested in sniffing out the President’s tidings of comfort.  Consider that I can’t enjoy 24 hours without finding out the color of Brittney Spears underwear or the latest shopping purchase of Paris Hilton.  Yet, 1450 visits and a 4000-piece letter writing campaign has gone unnoticed?

4000 letters.  That’s more than one hand-written personal correspondence a day for the last seven years.  From the President of the United States.  The Washington Times article was extensive, but Fox News… 228 words.  CNN… no mention.  The national media’s “closer look” at the lives of the fallen has considerably fallen by the wayside beyond the first news cycles of the wars, while the President’s has been a more than 2500-day mission of mercy.

Regardless of your view of politics and the war–regardless of mine–I am thankful for a Commander in Chief who has taken time to count the cost more intimately than most making the headlines.  I am thankful for the integrity revealed in his unnoticed comforting.  I am thankful for his courage to expose himself to the criticism–not of pundits, journalists and starlets, but of those who have given their most precious gifts to the cause.  I am thankful for the perseverance he’s shown in staying the course despite detractors.  I am thankful for his quiet resistance to using the pain of others for political gain.  I’ll say it again.  I’m impressed.

Eye Opening Quotes

Best Friend

December 10th, 2008

“Jesus is my best friend
I can always go to Him
tell Him everything
I’m thinking of
my friend Jesus
whom I love.”

~ Twila Paris, My Best Friend
Bedtime Prayers CD

I put this song on a lullaby CD I made for my boys.  They listen to it every night as we’re tucking in and rubbing backs.  Lullabies seem to really boil ideas down to their basics, and listening to it has given me the opportunity to let the simple messages really sink in.  For me, the joys of the Christmas season usually include small pockets of melancholy for some reason, and this year is no different.  I’ve noticed a sense of loneliness in my spirit even though I’m almost constantly surrounded by people.  I want to sing this song.  But right now, I don’t know if I would describe Jesus as my best friend–a friend, a Saviour, to be sure, but not necessarily my BEST friend.  I want to live this song.  I need to.  I want to rest in Emmanuel and feel the nearness of “God with us.”  I want to approach Him as I would a person, to run to Him with the latest news, to share with him my thoughts and feelings, to rely on Him for encouragement and advice.  I want to love Him–all the more as I celebrate His birth.

12th Day of Thanksgiving: We Gather Together

November 27th, 2008

We gather together
to ask the Lord’s blessing;
He chastens and hastens
His will to make known.
The wicked oppressing
now cease from distressing.
Sing praises to His name,
He forgets not His own.

Beside us to guide us,
our God with us joining,
ordaining, maintaining
His kingdom divine;
so from the beginning
the fight we were winning;
thou, Lord, wast at our side,
all glory be thine!

Lyrics: Nederlandtsch Gedencklanck; trans. by Theodore Baker 
Music: 16th cent. Dutch melody; arr. by Edward Kremser (1838-1914)

Curveball

November 1st, 2008

“November resembles a curveball.  Just when you think you know where the ball will go over the plate it shifts on you and you’re swinging wind.”

~ Outfoxed by Rita Mae Brown

Word Pictures

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

December 24th, 2008

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the heavens
the angels were silent in anticipation.
For centuries they had waited for such a special flight,
and now it would happen this very night.

In the throne room the Father talked with His Son
of dreams and desires and what was to come.
“My Son, I’ve loved them since breathing their life,
and for years they’ve suffered with sin and strife.
Now it’s time to offer them relief,
for the groan of their sorrow is more than I can take.”

“Oh, Father, I’ve begun to feel their yearning
even before I take my journey.
The weight of their burden is heavy on my back.
I can almost feel the sting of their attacks.
Inside me the sadness of leaving burns,
but, Father, I can bring them when I return.”

“Yes, we’ll be united with our bride.
She’ll no longer have a reason to hide.
And, you’ll return to me, this I know.
But now, my love, You must go.
Gabriel!  Come!  Assemble your band.
For the birth of My Son is now at hand.”

With the stroke of His hand He split the sky.
As He watched the departure He heaved a sigh,
for He knew the sin His Son would endure
and the punishment of death–His suffering was sure.
But, this night all of heaven would rejoice
as they hailed the mystery of the Master’s choice
to limit Himself to the form of a babe
to bring reunion with those He would save.
So as He dripped a star from His fingertips
praises rang from the angels’ lips,
but the Father was quiet, a tear on His cheek
from the painful price required for peace.
And, from the joy He saw in ages to come,
when all His children would join Him at home.

So this night before Christmas as you drift to sleep,
and He sends His hosts with protection and peace,
may you keep His love for you well in sight,
and Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

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