Me, speak?

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So, I'm reading BooMama's blog and I find out about this conference, She Speaks

Do you hunger for the Word of God and long to teach it with authority and excellence?
Is your heart burdened for hurting women?
Is God calling you to a teaching/speaking ministry?
Have you been teaching for years but need a time of renewal and replenishment?

When I read that, I thought, that's me!  Especially the bit about renewal and replenishment.  So I read a little further and found out that I could sign up for a "speaker evaluation group."  And I thought, no way.  My speaking is just fine, even pretty good   My whole job here is helping people tell God's story!  I certainly don't need any evaluation to rattle me.  Maybe I'll just try to go as a blogger.  Yeah, that's it.  A blogger.  That's me, the storytelling blogger!

But the thought of those evaluation sessions stuck in my head.  So did the thought that I might be just a tad proud of my yakking, but I might just have some room to grow.  Which I do, of course.

So, even if I don't get to this conference while I'm home from mmm-BELLY-may Land this summer, I think I'll be paying attention to how I can be a better storyteller.

Want to go to the conference?  There's a contest going on for a scholarship, click here for the details.   Hurry, the deadline is March 27th.

Dog blog?

Certain bloggers are always making fun of "chick blogs" that have flowers and cats and pretty stuff on them.  Not wanting to be accused of this, I decided to get another enormous dog and put a picture of him on my blog.

Well, not really, but Charger the Rhodesian Ridgeback needed a home, and Buddy the German Shepherd Dog needed a friend.  So, meet my new dog Charger.  It was really hard to get a picture of him and Buddy together standing still, they just want to play all the time.

I didn't think to get a good picture of Charger's crazy hairdo, the ridgeback his breed is named for.  Coming soon.
Charger's a little mangy right now, but we've got a great vet here who's taking care of that.  I guess mange isn't fatal anymore-all I knew about it was from reading James Herriott books, but I guess those were written before antibiotics and other wonderful modern drugs.

Harmattan Moon

IMG_2401 The haze around the moon isn't clouds, it's the dust that's hanging in the air.  It's my favorite time of year, Harmattan, when the dust falls almost as fast as the snow in Illinois, and it really is a dry heat.  It's a great time of year-not hot, between harvest and planting, so people have free time.  Between my Tupperware and my XXXL Ziplocs I finally have a way to keep the dust off the most important stuff, so I can just enjoy half the Sahara desert blowing in and cooling me off.  I love Harmattan!

Ode to Mr. Blunk

The indoor toilet has always been my favorite thing in my house in mmm-BELLY-may land, even though I had to dump water into the tank by hand to flush it. But, during dry season when water is scarce, I feel really bad about dumping nice clean water.  So, my houseguest Marianne and I set up a system to pump dirty water from washing clothes into the bathroom.  For some reason, dirty laundry water gets really smelly after a few days, so I don’t want to store it inside.

We hooked up the hose to the 12 volt bilge pump (thanks for the pump, Chris S.!), hooked the pump up to a battery, and ran the hose through the window and into the bathroom.flsh The instructions said that the pump could only lift water 6 feet, so we raised the water bucket up as high as we could get it.

Then we hooked up the power for a test run, and the water came flowing in.

And flowing and flowing.  It didn’t stop, even when the power was disconnected.

Must be all the extra water in the hose, right?  But, it kept coming and coming and coming…

Maybe we accidentally set up some kind of siphon thing.  I have bad luck with siphoning.  If I kink the hose, that will stop it.

Or not.  Smelly water is still pouring into my bathroom.  Marianne is flushing away so that it doesn’t overflow.

Finally, from the depths of the past, a physics class came to mind.  Something about water seeking its own level. 

The bucket was up higher than the toilet tank. 

So, we put it down on the ground outside, and once again, physics saved the day.

So, I now have a flush toilet thanks to Mr. Blunk.  Physics is Phun!

2008 Christmas tour of homes


BooMama is hosting a virtual tour of homes for Christmas.  I don't do a ton of decorating in mmmBELLYmay land, but I do a little and have a lot of fun.  This year I had a friend over, and we decorated even though it wasn't even Thanksgiving yet.  Shhh.  We listened to Christmas music, drank chai, and ate microwave popcorn – thanks for the popcorn, Patti! 

So, make yourself a nice milky cup of Christmassy chai, and have a little look at my living room.  You can click on any of the pictures to see it bigger.

Notice these nifty details-can you find the Texan Santa?  Do you like how my custom made candle holders not only drip wax but also make smoky smudges on the walls?  I like to think of it as the medieval castle torch scorching effect.  The green piece of fruit on my shelf is, in fact, an orange.    My night watchman Emmanuel thought the tree was so pretty, he wanted his picture taken with it and his phone.  Do you see his winter hat?  Yep, it's winter in mmmBELLYmay land.  The dust is falling, and the temperature too-it's all the way down to 85 at night.  But, it really is a dry heat…