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Name: Kelly Wolske

Maryland born, Florida raised, and transplanted to the Mojave for the love of my husband. Big Red's wife, Tele's mom, part time student. Child of God, Christ follower, United Methodist in exile. More than anything I strive to hear His voice every single day.

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Reading: The Pilgrim's Progress
Project: Sewing/ craft corner

Thursday, December 21, 2006
To do lists...
An interesting phenomenon occurs in my life. Each of my to do lists (and yes, I have several) seems to grow. Is someone getting them wet? Feeding them after midnight? I don't know. I only know that I am getting on an airplane in twenty-five hours and I have waaaayyy to many things left on my "To do before heading to the farm" list. I am consoling myself with the thought that none of it is brain surgery, and no one will die as long as Jon remembers to take Tele to the Kitty Spa for the week.
Oh, and anyone getting any ideas, know this: we have at least two armed guards on duty at all times here, and a very large German shepherd.

By the way, any ideas for getting rid of a sore throat? It's just post-nasal drip, but it is driving me crazzzzyyyyy!!!!


  posted at 5:36 AM  

Wednesday, December 20, 2006
What NOT to ask
My by-no-means-exhaustive list of sure-fire convo busters at our home:

1) Did you ever read that Stephen Hawking book?

2) Have you ever read (insert pretty much anything here, except gear manuals) ?

3) How is your (insert Mother, sister, father here) doing?

4) What would you like to have for dinner?

Surprisingly, this did not make the list:

What are your thoughts on the Twin Paradox?
Answer: Well, when I got my first job, I bought a pair of Docs with my first check. And I am a twin.

Genius. Sheer genius.

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Saturday, December 16, 2006
A Prince Among Men
That would be my Jonathan. I don't know many husbands who would willingly spend more than an hour in a fabric store, let alone help with decisions and contribute to a discussion on the merits of marabou versus feather boas.

Last week, the women of Grace Point gathered for an ornament exchange. This is, of course, woman-code for "evening of snacks and chatter and giggles." We were each asked to share the worst Christmas gift we had ever received. Oh. My. Gosh. I am still in shock at some of the gifts given by husbands. Holy cow. I am truly grateful for my husband's shopping prowess. He may leave things to the last minute (it is convenient that I will be leaving for the East Coast three days before him), but he always gives thoughtful gifts. I am, frankly, a little in awe of his ability to find things Christmas eve- especially as I looked for MONTHS to find a darned TMX Elmo. In fact, I am seriously considering handing over the entire job- lock, stock, and barrel. Has anyone else charged her husbands with the family gift shopping? Is it too dangerous?

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Thursday, December 14, 2006
Friday's Feast
What was your very first job with a paycheck?

I worked at Chick-Fil-A. What a great company for a teenager-- Sundays off and scholarships. Before that, it was lots and lots of babysitting.

Did you ever lose something really important to you?

Last year, some crackhead broke into our place and stole a bunch of DVD's and some of my jewelry. Among the jewelry stolen was a diamond necklace which belonged to my great grandmother McLellan. It still upsets me that whoever stole it got probably $20 bucks for it. It didn't have much monetary value, but it is irreplaceable to me.

What is the best Christmas present you ever received?

I know it is silly, but my father always took the time to buy something small for each of us, something he alone picked out. One particular year, he gave me a really nice Paul Mitchell paddle brush that I had been wanting but couldn't really justify buying (it was a $30 hairbruch, for cryin' out loud!). Just know ing that my dad cared enough to pay attention to such a minute detail was really special. And I still have that brush, some twelve years later.

Main Course
Tell about a favorite "hang out" place for you and your friends when you were in high school.

The Down Under at the FSU student union. We could get in on our school ID's, because our high school was a charter school affiliated with the University. In fact, we used to spend a LOT of time at the FSU student union. (Yes, even when we were in high school. We were cool like that.) Oh yeah-- walking around in our china flats or Docs. Skirts and clunky shoes, or-- my personal favorite-- Dad's old jeans and a blouse. We were so freakin' cool. We read Kerouac and Hesse; we ate indian food; we made friends with Hare Krishna Dave. My gosh I was a total freak.

Name something that always brings a smile to your face.

When my Jonathan makes up a silly song to go with whatever we are doing. It usually starts with, "My baby loves, me. She _________" So maybe I still am a freak.


  posted at 8:45 PM  

Could someone please explain to me...
How Salisbury Middle School can be the ONLY middle school in Wicomico County to make Annual Yearly Progress under NCLB and nothing happens. But let one teacher allow students to unrinate in a soda bottle and it is NATIONAL NEWS!!!!!?????

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Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Let that be a lesson to you...
Wife shoots man over warm beer.

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Tuesday, December 12, 2006
One tough Cookie
There has been some sparring going on over at the Family Guy's place. It would appear that we have a class-A man law violation in progress.

Cookie is her name, and she sent this message. I think it goes to any detractors, not just Uncle Jon (who will, by the way, be completely stupid over this dog).

NB- The message is PG. Mild language and violence.

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Monday, December 11, 2006
Simple? Christmas?
Devin began a new series this week at Gracepoint. Christmas: Simple. The guys on our set up crew were cracking the inevitable jokes about our set. Things like, "If this is simple, I don't wanna be around for over the top." And my personal favorite, "Wow! Those are the coolest decorations EVER!" (Said in a dorky little kid's voice by a thirty-something guy on the team)

The preparation of our worship space for Christmas: Simple seems anything but. It highlights, for me, however, that simple does NOT mean easy. It is easy to say that we are going to keep Christmas simple, but how easy is this to really do? J and I are pretty committed to keeping things low-key, but we are still shopping, and wrapping, and baking (well, I am). We are still crafting, and shipping, and stressing. Throw in a two thousand, eight-hundred mile trip and we have recipe for Christmas-Simple-You-Have-Got-to-be Kidding.

And yet,the list of things we are not doing is equally as long. We are not searching all over, waiting in line, knocking down old ladies to get a TMX Elmo (even if it would forever seal my fate as THE COOLEST AUNT IN THE WORLD). We are not wracking our brains for the perfect gift to our parents. Last year we began making donations in our parents' honor, and this is as much fun as shopping-- choosing the right organization for each set of parents, finding a group we feel would fit their hearts. We are not putting up a tree (though I had a hard time letting go of this one, believe me).

Going through my list of expectations for the advent and Christmas season, I really was forced to examine why I need to bake twenty different kinds of cookies, add a Christmas card to someones pile on their coffee table, or stress myself to the point that I become some strange Kelly-like Grinch character. I realised that I don't have to do any of those things. I don't have to carry every tradition from my childhood and Jon's. We are a new family, and we can make our own traditions. Right now, our focus is serving together. Instead of decorating a tree at home, we took time to construct a five-foot GP wreath. Together. We spent several hours cutting, assembling, and wiring. Together. And because this was replacing the tree decorations, we were able to enjoy without wondering where we were going to find the time for ONE MORE THING.

Devin told us that Christmas is and was simply God coming to save us. That's it, nothing more. I wonder why we have such a hard time accepting this in its simplicity. Is it because, if we make it some huge complicated holiday with lots of bells and whistles we can distract ourselves from the uncomfortable idea? I mean really, it is so simple-- God became man in Christ so that we might live. Perhaps it is that we know what is coming on the Cross, and we would rather think about silver bells and holly and joy than nails and wood and suffering.

Stripping away all the frills, and getting down to the heart of the matter is no easy task. Simple is not easy by any means. But only in the true simplicity can we find Christ. Because he is not in the pretty paper and the hot cider. He is found in a feed trough. Pure and simple.


  posted at 4:53 AM  

Friday, December 08, 2006
To Beta or Not to Beta...
This morning, when I logged onto Blogger, I was offered a chance to switch to the new and "improved" Blogger. I passed because, frankly, I have heard horror stories.

I am going to ask any fellow Blogger users who may be reading what they think of the "new" version. Are you happy you switched? What do you love about the new version? What do you hate?

  posted at 8:35 AM