Little Orphan Annie had a very distinct picture of what adoption would look like (Maybe far away/or maybe real nearby/he's sittin' playing piano/she's maybe baking a pie...), but when she got to Daddy Warbucks' house, she still said first she'd do the windows, so that if it dripped she could do the floors after. These kids have no idea what adoption means.
How small an eye we have to the picture of sonship -- to be able to cry our "Abba, Father!"
photo source: NCF Facebook page
(The slogan at Greenwood Hills is "Christ Preeminent", which curiously was Messiah's slogan when I was a student there. Think there aren't circles in life? Think again. When a lesson doesn't get learned, or when it gets forgotten, sooner or later it gets reintroduced.)
Had a great Women's Retreat with my sisters from NCF this weekend. We left homes and families to fend for themselves (waves at Big Frog) and spent slightly over a day focusing on the Road to Sanctification, which I gotta be honest, I intentionally continue to call the Road of Sanctification. Everyone's road is different and continues as long as we each are alive.
Our guest speaker was Mary Beth McGreevy, and my small group had the additional blessing of Mary Beth fully involving herself in our discussions (and even in the Amazing Race-styled scavenger hunt). I'm used to speakers floating amongst groups during small group time, or else taking those interludes as their personal time. Thanks to Mary Beth for her pouring into us in both the larger sessions and especially in small group.
A few key bits:
Come to the dark side... We have noodles.
Noodles Even if you didn't read my previous noodle-based blog post, or if you haven't watched Ching-He Huang on Easy Chinese on the Cooking Channel, noodles show up deliciously in the New York Times, along with a luscious, similarly drool-worthy related article. Try not to lick the screen.
It's enough to make a girl hungry.
So off we went once again to Nan Zhou in Philly Chinatown, this time meeting up with a different set of college friends as well as some cousins. (Interestingly, both families have named their daughters the same things, in the same order.)
We made a concerted effort to order both hand-drawn (skinny) and knife-cut (wide) noodles, stir-fried and soups, plus dumplings and some veggie dishes. Once again we came away with mostly different preferences. And some takeout. (food photos by Cheryl McFalls)
Yelpers recommend the beef brisket soup above all other dishes. This is with knife-cut noodles and was my personal favorite of all we've tried to date.
Now I'm hungry again.
Musicals take weeks of practice to come together.
But once they're in you, they're always in you.
Many many moons ago (7 years at least), this same pair were prompted by Megan Mulally on her short-lived talk show to sing as they sang just for fun backstage of How I Met Your Mother. A personal favorite of both Neil Patrick Harris and Jason Segel, and, since terping Javert, one of mine too.
We have a small and mobile nephew. Plus, he can dunk. This is of important especially on a night when Michigan played Kentucky in the Elite Eights (and one cousin had a particularly split allegiance).
Let's make a train with your new train set, kiddo!
And we could...
And then...
Kid?...
Kiddo?
Tap Dance is "Morse code for the soul." ~former Tap Dog Anthony LoCascio
Fun fact: I was looking up the Morse code for the title, and it turns out that Broadway's Eleanor Powell actually encoded Morse into one of her dances, Ship Ahoy, for her character to pass a message to a secret agent (another character).
Also, humorist Mitch Hedberg says, "I would imagine that if you could understand Morse code, a tap dancer would drive you crazy."
