Thursday, January 19, 2012

A bit of fun: There's a Monster Under My Bed.



Since Banjo has come into our lives, his picture and exploits have been common subjects on our facebook pages and daily conversations. Although people have suggested I consider writing a book about our terror of a terrier, I am not sure I have that kind of talent. Amy is more the writer in our family. However, months ago the following little story came to mind and I thought it was fun. I love children's books and their rhythm and repetitativeness. With a little work I think this could fit into that format. Of course if I had time, I'd take fun pictures of Banjo to go with every stage of the story. Or magically learn to illustrate like my favorites: Tomie DePaola, Michael Hague, or maybe even Chris Van Allsburg. But you'll just have to imagine the perfect pictures instead of the random ones I've included. And imagine each line on a different page of a children's book with all the anticipation of the turning page. Hope you enjoy it - it is just for fun!





There's a Monster Under My Bed 

There’s a monster under my bed.

I know he’s there, because I can hear him scratching,

thumping,

and ….jingling!

I try to sleep, but he wakes me up.

At first I’m afraid

but by morning I’m so tired I’m just ready to get rid of that monster!!

I’ll show him!

But then he jumps up and wags his tail and licks my hand, and I forget for another day that there’s a monster under my bed.




There’s a monster in my kitchen!

I know he’s there because there’s trash on the floor,

A cookie is missing,

And there are messy footprints everywhere.

I have just got to get this monster out of here!

That monster will have to go somewhere else to today!

But then he drops his ball on my knee and asks me to play, and I forget for another day that there’s a monster in my kitchen.



There’s a monster in my bathroom!

I know he’s there because my slipper is gone,

There’s tissues all over,

And towels on the floor!

But then he jumps on my lap and snuggles in close, and I forget for another day that there’s a monster in my bathroom.




There’s a monster in my backyard!

I can tell he’s there because there are holes in the yard,

Bones in the grass,

And I can hear his scary growling and howling out there!

But then I open the door and he zooms in, wagging his tail, and I forget for another day that there’s a monster in my backyard.



It’s time for bed once more. I put down my book and turn out my light, and . . .

Is that a monster under my bed?
The end.
Sunday, January 1, 2012

The Christmas cards are not in the mail.


I bought Christmas cards this year, I did. I even wrote the dreaded Christmas letter and printed some photos to include. And then .... I don't remember much after that. A sledge hammer of work stress descended on me at the worst possible time of the year. We had decorated the house at Thanksgiving, so I had plenty of twinkly lights and our tree to enjoy, but I did not do one bit of shopping or even really think about Christmas until about the 22nd, and the Christmas cards are still sitting on the shelf. It's a shame, because I wrote an awesome Christmas letter this year.


The best Christmas present I received this year was an understanding family. Late nights were met with hot meals, candlelight, Christmas music, and a listening ear. All of my family prayed for me, including my Church family. December slipped by, my scheduled two week vacation shrunk to a handful of days, I blinked, and Christmas was over.

Fortunately, Banjo added a lot of fun to Christmas this year. In the midst of long hours and stress, he brought lots of laughter in unexpected moments. I had heard that laughter is the best medicine, and now I'm a believer. After we filmed the video below, I felt absolutely GREAT for the rest of the day.


Banjo's santa suit taught us two things. First, we had to admit that we are the type of people who dress up their dog. There. I said it. It is sad, and possibly an artifact of two 50 year olds with an empty nest, but there you have it. Secondly, it has taught us how to calm down our dog. Banjo moves much more slowly in a sweater. He also walks sideways. So it is funny AND useful.

Today is January 1, 2012. I have a hard time believing that, but it's true. The scary part is that Amy is leaving for London in nine days. That's a week and two days. 216 hours. And she is NOT ready to go. So tomorrow we will try to finish up shopping for her trip, and try to get our heads around the details of having a twenty year old living in another country for three months.


There's a lot to get done, big changes to digest and process, and new year beginning.

I am not a big one for new year's resolutions. I do tend to set goals, but I am cautious of resolutions. I am more interested in progress and am happiest when I see progress in work, home, and relationships. But this year, I think I will try my hand at a resolution.

My resolution is to hold on to, to believe, the promises made to me. Like this one:

For I know the plans that I have for you,’ declares the LORD, ‘plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope. 12 Then you will call upon Me and come and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. 13 You will seek Me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart. 14 I will be found by you,’ declares the LORD, ‘and I will restore your fortunes and will gather you from all the nations and from all the places where I have driven you,’ declares the LORD, ‘and I will bring you back to the place from where I sent you into exile.   _ Jeremiah 29: 11-14



It is an almost overused verse - and unfortunately scripture can often be relegated to the level of "favorite quotes" instead of real, life changing promises meant to affect our daily lives. This year is the year I know I cannot do it by myself (and pretty sure I've known that before) - and there's no way that gritting my teeth and trying harder will do. I need the promises.

When I was in high school, being the Bible Nerd that I was, I spent some of my hard earned Pioneer Chicken money on a book titled "The Jesus Person Pocket Promise Book."  (Yes, I did grow up in the 70's - and proud of it!) I had a hard time, then, believing that the promises were for me - but maybe that was because I still believed that what I did, I accomplished because I was really just that smart, talented, and lucky. Nothing like 50 years to teach a person what they don't know and what it really takes to make it through a day. Or a year.

Maybe next year I'll send out two years worth of Christmas letters and cards. Maybe not. Either way, I hope I will be celebrating the year knowing it wasn't by my own power that I made it through. That I made it through holding on to the hand of the One who made promises He knew I'd need.

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