Eating my words

My friend Kristen recently confessed a newfound love for one Miley Cyrus.

I, of course, disagreed. She represents a lot of things that I'm very anti- (let's throw grammar out the window here) and I just find her a little, I don't know, grating.

So why am I humming this song all the time? I rarely ever listen to the radio, and sweet li'l Miles is certainly not on the iPod I do listen to, so why is my brain punishing me this way?

And yet it's so catchy...try not to sing along!

Happy Sunday!

Today B and I are off to his hometown for a family baby shower. I'm excited to see my parents and his family! I have some pics to share when we get back, just wanted to say hello....

And if you have a minute, go admire Emery, the gorgeous daughter of our friends Steph and Neil. Steph was eight weeks ahead of me in pregnancy, but little E came two weeks early so she's already been here for five weeks or so... Amazing to think I'm next. I only hope Mac is half as cute as their little bundle.

Hope everyone's having a wonderful weekend and enjoying football season...I can't really talk about that quite yet, as Thursday night's loss is too fresh. All in due time, my friends.

A few quick notes for you, from other folks' blogs:

1. Open toed boots = ew.

2. Miley Cyrus....um, still not a huge fan. But I do love Kristen!

3. This summer pearl couscous salad looks unbelievable. Anyone care to make it for me while I'm gone?

Mandy Moore to let down her hair....

I'm well beyond the target demographic for Disney films, but I was still super excited to see a Rapunzel preview in the theater earlier this month. I've always wondered why they have covered every other possible princess, real and imagined, but haven't brought Rapunzel to the big screen.

With that in mind, I am intrigued to see that Mandy Moore has been chosen to voice Rapunzel in the film due out Christmas 2010. I had heard (literally, in the preview) that Kristen Chenoweth, she of Wicked and West Wing fame, would be singing from the castle tower as the imprisoned princess. Maybe there's been a change in plans, though?

So who's busy on December 26, 2010? Y'all want to join me?

9/9/09....a minute late

Okay, 24 hours late.

I caught all the hubbub yesterday about the 9/9/09 date and was just as struck by it as I was on 7/7/07, then in a pre-wedding frenzy, and 8/8/08 - that is to say that I barely noticed at all.

UNTIL someone asked on Twitter if we remembered 9/9/99. Ten years ago exactly. I have a terrible memory, but I was overcome with very specific memories of that day. Why, you ask? A very shallow reason -the MTV VMAs.



I remember where I watched them, with whom, the commercials (new Ford Focus was introduced and no one liked it!), the less-than-sexy Kid Rock and Eminem, Li'l Kim's lavender (ahem, half naked) outfit, Britney's first VMA performance (oh, young and innocent Brit), N Sync's dancing...the list goes on. It was the heyday of TRL, Carson Daly, Ricky Martin, teen pop and a totally different time in my life.

So I'm officially old. I remember, really remember, things from a DECADE AGO!! Eep!

If this is how quickly ten years can go by, I'm going to be 50 before I know it. Someone please remind me to enjoy my twenties while I can, because I keep forgetting I'm not 94 already...

His eye is on Nicole Richie's son....

I've had a hymn stuck in my head ever since I heard yesterday that Joel Madden and Nicole Richie named their newborn son Sparrow. SPARROW. As in Captain Jack. As in this little guy:


Sparrow James Midnight Madden and big sister Harlow will probably fit in perfectly on the LA playground scene, but anywhere else and a name like Sparrow (I keep forgetting to capitalize it, silly nouns-as-names!) would be greeted with utter confusion.

I suppose they could have named him Hawk, which would have lent a bit more masculinity to the tiny tot - but would have placed great pressure on him to grow up big and beefy. Can you really picture a gangly teenage chess player named Hawk?

All that matters, I know, is the kind of man Sparrow grows up to be - and I hope his parents raise him to be a wonderful one.

But was James such a terrible option??

Planting hope and waiting for good

Angie Smith tweeted a link to this blog entry earlier today and it took me a few reads before it finally sunk in. I had to share the most meaningful passage for me...

I'm struck by how many people in my life seem to be in a moment (or a season) of waiting right now. Waiting for an answer, a baby, a pregnancy, a job offer, a clean bill of health, a home to sell, some time away or just plain good news.

I hope the words below encourage you as they did me! My friend Maria just blogged about a similar subject, the value of waiting on God's timing instead of settling because you're focused on your own timeline.

I know that each of these messages are reaching me at the same time for a very clear purpose...

"We bury our swollen prayers in Him who's raised from the tomb. We lay our hope, full and tender, into the depths of Him and wait in hope for God to resurrect something good. Good always necessitates long waiting.

Every tulip only blossoms after cold months of winter wait. Every human ever unfurled into existence through nine long months of the womb waiting. And the only kingdom that will last for eternity still waits, this millennia-long, unwavering-hope for return of its King.

Instead of chafing, we accept that waiting is a strand in the DNA of the Body of Christ. That this waiting on God is the very real work of the people of God."

It's September?!

I woke up yesterday and apparently everyone got the memo that it's fall - cooler temperatures, scarves and ballet flats, the works. Football season is here and I'm excited to experience my favorite season!

But you know what this means....as of yesterday I'm having a baby next month. Holy cow, y'all!