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Darla Stories – Bloggy Break Edition

Darla Stories – Bloggy Break Edition

OK, so y’all know I just kind of live with funny stuff happening.  It’s kind of  how I roll…

But the other day, it wasn’t just me that was rolling.

The girls and I stopped off at Costco to fill up with gas after a soccer game.  If you remember, my people (especially Brittany) are VERY afraid of bumble bees.  And bees sometimes hang out at soccer games and one apparently decided to come on home with us.

We didn’t know this until we were sitting patiently waiting for a very shiny FORD F150/Dodge RAM-ish type truck in front of us to fill its tank.  

All of a sudden Brittany starts to scream and, in less than like one/one millionth of a second, jumped clear out of our Suburban.  Well, we Baerg girls stick together in crisis situations, and if Brittany jumps…well you better believe, we all jump.


Only one of us forgot the car wasn’t in park.

And we were screaming because of the bee and unloading like some kind of clown car and next thing I know my shiny-ish Suburban was heading straight for the urban cowboys truck. 


Now not to worry… I jumped in and slammed on the brakes and there was about one/one millionth of an inch left before I had to buy that urban cowboy a new bumper … but I made it.

I’m still worried about the Costco gas guy though.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look so stunned in my life (and that includes when I told Bill we were expecting our fourth child!).  

Somehow he mustered up the courage to say, oh so tentatively, … “mam, everything all right?”

I said …”oh yeah…we’re good.   Just had a bee in the car.  No worries.”


And I filled up and we pulled off.

As we left I kind of waved at the Costco guy who still looked like he had been a witness to some crazy kind of crime. 

I’m just hoping he’ll recover.

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Psalm 73:28

Psalm 73:28

I’ve been wondering when I would start writing again.  And well … this is it … and this is why.

Psalm 73:28.

Let me explain …

I asked y’all to pray about my trip to Midland (THANK YOU SO MUCH!) and at the same time asked y’all for some recipes (GREAT ideas from all of you!!! – my personal favorite was from one of my cousins suggesting I get a Chick Fil A tray since that’s kind of our “go to” meal anyway).

But back to Midland.  It was too unbelieveable for words.  As much as I wanted to write about it earlier this week, I couldn’t.  I had to just let it all soak in for awhile.  Even if I wrote pages of words, I wouldn’t be able to describe the experience I had in Midland.  As I told the ladies, that truly became like sisters to me over the weekend, … “it was a wonderfully planned, prepared, prayed for and positively delightful event”.  It was called “Home for the Holidays” and each one of my new Midland friends made me feel like I was the one who had come “home for the holidays”. 

I mean for starters they combined food and shopping and that’s almost like a love song or something.

They ended up having to turn people away at the door (due to the fact that the Midland newspaper ran a cover story on the event and said “tickets still available” … only they were sold out by that point).

When I got up to speak, one of my prayers was that my words could somehow bless the ladies that were there as much as each of them had blessed me.  Truly I cannot tell you how much I love these people.  I have so many stories to share about them in the days to come.

I got back to Houston late Saturday night and Sunday morning got to teach in a young marrieds department at our church.  It was so funny because they asked me if I could teach the last weekend in October.  Seeing how Friday and Saturday (the 30th and 31st) were still in October … I thought that meant it was this weekend they wanted me to teach.  When I realized my mistake, I thought “OH NO!” how am I going to prepare!  But as I read the email further it said the lesson was on Psalm 73.  And I thought….”Whew…one of my favorite verses ever is in Psalm 73 so I thought … “piece of cake…I’ll just talk about that”.

But then I began to read Psalm 73 and meditate on it and let’s just say one of my favorite lessons ever came from this passage.  There’s lots I love about it and I’ll tell you more about it later but I noticed that in the margin of my Bible (have I mentioned that pages are now falling out of my Bible!) I had written a date in 2005. 

Which brings me back to Psalm 73:28 …

That verse says:

But as for me, it is good to be near God.
       I have made the Sovereign LORD my refuge;
       I will TELL of all your deeds.

And I realized I had to tell you.  I had to tell you that I think God was glorified on Saturday.  I had to tell you that ladies prayed and planned and prepared and God blessed their offerings to Him.  I had to tell you that God heard your prayers and I got to present how He is the gift to our world.

And I’m gonna keep on telling y’all stuff.

Because I wrote in my Bible back in 2005 that I would.
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It’s a paradox of sorts …

It’s a paradox of sorts …

Just so you know … planning on the blog coming back next week.  I cracked up today when I was laughing with one of the ministers at our church … and he stopped and said … “I’ll probably see this on “i-get-to”.  Made me think I should “get” back at it before too long.

But that’s not the paradox.

Oh no, not even close.



Here’s the deal.  I’m travelling to Midland, TX Friday morning and will be speaking at a womens event on Saturday.  So excited!  As of today they had sold 980 tickets and are planning on having over 1,000 there.  

That’s a lot.

And I can hardly wait!

Please pray for me and for God’s annointing over that event.  It is open to the community so it’s exciting to be able to present a message for women to hear of God’s love.

I’m excited, but not nervous.

Not one little bit.
 
When I speak, I feel like I’m doing exactly what God made me to do.

Here is the paradox.

The next weekend our home group from church is coming to my house for dinner.  All I have to do, besides clean the house, – BIG JOB – is to provide the main course.

Just thinking of what to prepare for 10 adults makes my blood run cold.  Unnerves me.  Makes me come unglued.  Hyperventilate even.


Ok, maybe not hyperventilate, but somewhere close.


The people who have previously hosted served grilled pork tenderloin, chicken with a mango salsa, barbeque … all these delicious, delightful meals … and then there is me.  


No ideas at all.


So, if you know THE perfect thing for me to serve as the entree, please email me or put it in the comments.  It doesn’t have to be fancy or flashy … just good.   

And easy would be nice too.



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We interrupt this blog-y break …

We interrupt this blog-y break …

For a couple of reasons … mostly because it would be about seventeen ways of wrong to not share this CUTE recipe with you.  

I’m still on a break BUT LET ME TELL YOU … some funny stuff has happened.  And I can’t wait to tell you about it.  One thing (my so far one day) break has taught me is that I LOVE this blog and the people that read it.  I have received some encouragement and am learning some things and am not giving up the blog.  


Just today I went and sat outside of Starbucks (if you don’t live in Houston, today you should because the weather is FINE) and visited eyeball to eyeball with a friend and was so refreshed by it all.


So I’ll see y’all soon. 



But for now … I’m going to go make these cookies.  Because that would be about seventeen ways of right for my kids to come home to these warm, cute cookies.  

They might even start wondering what has happened to their mom.  🙂


Oh, and this came from theidearoom.blogspot.com.  Cause y’all know those aren’t my kids and my little point and shoot camera doesn’t take pictures like that!!!


PS  See, I said I wasn’t going to write … and this isn’t really writing, it’s just sharing another blog … right?


I am craz-ee!

  

Monday, October 19, 2009

Candy Corn Kiss Cookies

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We love making regular Hershey Kisses Cookies at our house but when I saw Candy Corn Kisses at Target the other day, I knew just what to do with them.

Here is our recipe:

1/2 cup butter or shortening, room temperature
1/2 cup creamy peanut butter, room temperature
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup firmly-packed brown sugar
1 egg
1 tablespoon milk
1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract
1 3/4 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 cup granulated sugar
48 Hershey® Kisses® chocolate candies, unwrapped

Preheat oven to 375 degrees F.

In a large bowl, cream butter or shortening and peanut butter until light and fluffy. Gradually add 1/2 cup granulated sugar and brown sugar; beating until light and fluffy. Add egg, milk, and vanilla extract; beat well. Add flour, baking soda, and salt; stir into creamed mixture until well mixed.

Roll cookie dough into 1-inch balls. Place balls, 2 inches apart, onto ungreased cookie sheets.

Bake 8 to 10 minutes or until lightly browned. Remove from oven and immediately press a chocolate kiss into the center of each cookie (cookie will crack around edges). Remove from cookie sheet and let cookies cool on wire racks.
Yields 4 dozen cookies.

Instead of using Candy Corn Kisses, you could just simply top them with a piece or two of candy corn! We also made a version of Chocolate Candy Corn Kiss Cookies using our favorite chocolate drop cookie recipe.

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Blog is going black …

Blog is going black …

Or at least gray.

For over a year I’ve been writing on this blog.  Loved every second of it.  I’ve met some really nice people through blogging and gotten to know some friends/family a whole lot better.  I’ve had a place to record my thoughts and my life.  It was a journal of sorts – except I never had to look for a pen. 

Now I’m looking for a bit of a blog-y break.  Many reasons, not the least of which is that I really don’t have anything to say right now.

I want any of you that read this who have ever told me you liked, enjoyed or even read the blog that it meant more to me than you can ever imagine.  Thank you.

Check back … I’ll post every now and then I imagine, but not daily, maybe not even monthly.  I just don’t know.  Never, ever, for even one second was the blog something I felt I had to do, it was truly something I enjoyed – a “get to” if you will.  And to be honest … discipline is not one of my strong suits and the fact that I wrote consistently for over a year thrilled me.  Made me feel I wasn’t a total slacker. 

Now I’m off to go live some life … and maybe write about it later.

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Football fever ….

Football fever ….

My friend Jennifer has a football family.  She has four boys and all four of them love to play football.  One year her Christmas card picture had all four boys in Texas A and M football jerseys complete with the black sun deflecting strip under their eyes.  It was very cute.

Jennifer told me how fun it was to watch the boys play and what a good time they had out on the gridiron.  

There was just one thing she failed to mention … football teams practice a LOT.  

Thankfully our coach isn’t too over the top … some of the other teams are watching “video” of their upcoming opponents previous games.  Checking out what plays they call, etc.  Jacob thinks the whole thing is pretty cool.

It’s a flag football team and he’s made it known that he’s really not that interested in tackle (“I don’t like people pushing me down Mommy”).  We’ll see what happens in the future.

For now it’s pretty cute to watch his team play … (that’s Jacob reaching for the other guy’s flag).

His favorite part of the game is getting the red ticket afterwards to go buy a snack.  I’m not sure he keeps track of the score, but he can tell you what snack he wants to buy after the game!




And Bill is loving having a little something besides ballet to drive people to and from (not that there was anything wrong with all those ballet carpools … it’s just that a little change of scenery is kind of fun too).

And on a recent trip to Minnesota, Bill bought Jacob his very own Minnesota Vikings jersey.  He loved it so much he wore it for his school picture.  I’m thinking most people … who sent their sons for pictures in nice collared Polos or something … probably thought I forgot, but I didn’t.  It’s just that there was no persuading him that wearing a MN Vikings football jersey wasn’t really picture taking duds.  
 



And last night Jacob asked me … “Mom, can we watch football while we eat dinner?”


I think he’s got the fever.


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This is from Sophie…

This is from Sophie…

Some of you may know her as Boomama.

She is not me.
 

She sometimes writes for Lifeway and wrote the following blog to recap some of her experience at Living Proof Live in Memphis last weekend with Beth Moore.  (BTW, it is one of my 2010 goals to go to a Living Proof Live event … because it’s good to have goals you know).


Anyway … I could tell you what she wrote, but it’s better just coming straight from her.  I thought it was great….

Entrusted

Sophie – October 11, 2009

I just woke up from a big ole Sunday afternoon nap, so I’m pretty sure that I won’t be going to sleep tonight until approximately 4 in the morning. But three nights in a row of lots of late-night talking and very little sleeping will take a toll on a girl.
On the drive home today I had a chance to really think about and process some of what we studied this past weekend at Living Proof Live in Memphis. I always leave events impacted and changed, but as a friend of mine said yesterday, there was something about this one – and I’m still figuring out exactly what it was – that felt very much like a wrecking ball. Maybe it’s because I just celebrated the big 4-0; maybe it’s because of some personal junk that I’m working through right now. But regardless: WRECKING BALL.
Yesterday in Memphis Beth mentioned something she’s been struggling with this year, and she said that for the first time in her life, God has entrusted her with that particular challenge. Her choice of words made a huge impression on me as we sat in the arena, but as I made my way down highway 78 this morning, they really settled into my heart and started to take root.
Entrusted.
There have been certainly been times in my life when I have walked through a difficult season and thought about how God must have allowed a particular trial for my benefit and for His glory. But I don’t think I’ve ever looked at a trial as something that God has entrusted to me, as something that He has put into my care.
And I’ll tell you what: when I was driving down the highway today and started to think about hardships from that particular perspective, it took all of about two minutes before I felt the tears welling up in my eyes.
Because that illness? That grief? That thing you feel like you can’t tell a soul? That relationship that breaks your heart? That physical difficulty? That shame from a long time ago? That whatever-it-is that’s weighing heavy on you right now?
He hasn’t just allowed it. He has entrusted us with it. We are responsible for what we do with it. There is purpose in that thing.
And I don’t know about you, but that has rocked my world all day long.
“For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” – 2 Corinthians 4:17-18

It makes such a difference how we look at things, doesn’t it? 

Thanks to Sophie for sharing that word!

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It kind of felt like 1998 ….

It kind of felt like 1998 ….

Someone recently asked me what the significance of 1999 was in my email address (baerg1999@aol.com).  I wish there was a better story to tell but the truth is, 1999 is the year we got the internet in our home.  In fact, Brittany had just been born and we got our first computer that we could hook up to the internet.  

Thinking I’d just “try this internet thing out”, I, oh so cleverly, made my email address my last name and the current year.  It’s a wonder no one has ever hired me to market something for them isn’t it?  Creativity is not my strong suit.  I leave that to my sister.

So Friday when our computer was out for the entire day?  

Well, it kind of felt like 1998.  

The only difference was that I spent half the day attempting to reconnect my internet.  The cable company kept saying that the signal was fine.  And then – in a comment that felt very 1950’s except that it was the truth – the guy trying to help me said …”I’m sure when your husband gets home he can fix it.”  

And that didn’t sit very well with me.

Until Bill got home and fixed it.

Then I didn’t care anymore because it was 2009 and we had internet service again.

The end. 

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PLEASE NOTE!!!

PLEASE NOTE!!!

I am not Bakerella.  I cannot bake like Bakerella.  I can’t take pictures like Bakerella.  

To be honest, I’m a Kraft macaroni and cheese kind of girl.

And I just want to clear up any misconceptions that you might have about Monday’s post. 

That was Bakerella.  You can go to her site at www.bakerella.com.  I have a link on the pumpkin bites post, but it’s not in a different color and so I don’t think it’s very noticeable.

And I just don’t want there to be any confusion.

I am not her.

And in totally unrelated news, except it’s related to Kraft … but Savannah asked me yesterday if I could make seafood for dinner.

I said … “what do you want?  shrimp?  fish?”  (and again, please note…I wasn’t going to make those things, I was just wondering) … and she said … “no, I want that macaroni and cheese that looks like seashells.”

And all I could think of was … “you might be a redneck if ….”

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She is seriously bossy …

She is seriously bossy …

I read this article today and could not help but laugh.  Mostly because I could totally relate to the poor guy who almost drove off the cliff.  
In what was perhaps THE funniest moment of our Italy trip this summer, our friend (and sidekick comic) Matthew was driving in the dark home from one of our daytrips.  We were following the GPS directions and were quite sure the lady announcing the directions was leading us off the top of a mountain.

Seriously.
We drove and drove and drove….straight up a mountain.  We were just trying to get back to the villa in Tuscany but it seemed instead we had accidentally punched in directions to the Swiss Alps.  We were driving through the clouds and there were times we wondered if maybe we were in heaven … except without the golden streets.  

Bill and I were in the backseat of the car (seeing how neither of us drives a stick very well … or really at all) and none of us could STOP LAUGHING.  We kept envisioning the lady who was giving the directions as a cigarette smoking woman (her voice was kind of raspy) somewhere calling us idiots under her breath while giving us directions.  

FINALLY, we got to the top of the mountain and started back down and came upon the villa.    But it wasn’t before we thought she was leading us straight off the side of that mountain.

Which is why I could totally empathize with this poor guy.  And you might have thought you were having a bad day …

Man Fined for Following GPS to a Cliff

Man Fined for Following GPS to Edge of a Cliff

A man trying to get to his home in Doncaster, South Yorkshire from a friend’s house was fined for following his GPS directions to the edge of a cliff with a massive drop, a story by BizarreNews.org reported.

Robert Jones, 43, was looking for a gas station when he followed the navigation system down a narrow dirt road, the story said. Jones didn’t stop until he ran into a fence at the edge of the cliff, and he was forced to walk to a nearby village for help.

Judge Waseem Raja said Jones blindly followed the GPS instead of using his eyes and brain to see that he was on a road not suitable for motor vehicles the story said. Jones was found guilty of driving without due care and attention and fined $610, along with a $24 victim surcharge, $824 in court costs and another $1,624 in recovery fees.

Make sure you use those “eyes and brains” people.  Judges aren’t granting much mercy for being intimidated by the GPS lady.  For realz.

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