Unveiling

Here it is...

(flat ironed)

(post shower)

Much thanks to Jac, Jenn, Kacey, and Boston!!

Here is a bonus pic of the cutie this morning:

Medical Insurance...Do Share

Peter & I have a meeting tomorrow to get our medical insurance figured out. Peter's main job is a contractor so we have to get our own medical insurance. We currently have a Blue Shield P.P.O. that has been wonderful medically but more expensive than we can afford (read, premiums more than our rent and we still owe on our 18 month old daughter's birth - time in the N.I.C.U. is expensive, but priceless). Recently our monthly premiums were raised again and we decided it was time for a change. We have looked at H.S.A.s, high deductible P.P.O.s, Kaiser, and have thought about an H.M.O.

I've never had an H.M.O. so I know almost nothing about them. I know the main difference is that my General Practitioner would have to refer me to any other specialists, but not much else. What are the groups in this area? Do they include any of my current doctors? Would we still get to go to Good Sam?

I've never had Kaiser either, but at least 3/4 of what I've heard have been horror stories. After watching how they've handled Lenny's Grandpa after his stroke this past week I'm honestly somewhat frightened for their patients and have no desire to be one of them. Am I wrong? Are there others of you out there who have had wonderful experiences with them?

Please share. If you live in California (or used to) let me know what medical insurance you have or have had and what kind of reviews you'd give it. If you are involved with the medical community please share your thoughts. The more information we can get when making this decision the better. Thanks in advance for your help!!

Almost Here

My birthday is coming in just two weeks. I LOVE birthdays! I think it is all the possibilities of a new year, the celebrating with people I love, and how life affirming they are. I'll be 32 this year. I'm incredibly excited. I've always thought that 32 sounded like an exciting age. I'm not sure why. I hope it will be. I've decided to do some things to feel just a little more fabulous as year 32 begins.

1. I'm getting my hair done tomorrow (YAY for Jac being all better!). I'll post pictures.
   
2. I'm one step closer to beginning my "tattoo process." I've decided on "She will always love." in a cursive or scroll font. It will be a wandering swirl on the back of my neck. Now I just need a mock up to hang somewhere. Do any of you graphic designer font ninjas have suggestions for fonts I should look at?
   
3. I have a gift card for a facial & massage that Peter gave me for our anniversary that I think I'll schedule for next week.
4. I have a gift certificate for a mani & pedi (thanks Lacie, Kacey, Andrew, & R.J.) from my birthday last year that I'm going to use.

Peter has asked me to start brainstorming how I want to celebrate. I'm really not sure. I just know I want to be with my loved ones. Any ideas out there? I want to do sushi with Talicia while she's here as one part. Just her being here is a gift! YAY for birthdays!

Lessons in Contentment, Day 3

Lesson One (A.K.A. Today's Funny Story):
This morning Peter's car randomly rolled and was blocking a nearby apartment building's driveway. The cops were called. We got a $50 ticket. The car would have been towed, costing us $1,500, if Peter hadn't randomly decided to go running just as the cop showed up. Praise God for the tiny prompts He gives us! My lesson in this was how crazy it was that I focused first on the $50 we now owe instead of the $1,450 we don't.

Lesson Two (A.K.A. Today's Update):
I'm filling in at my old job today. It is a wonderful place. I'm getting the chance to spend time with women who are "soul refreshing" friends. The people who just seeing their smile makes your burdens feel lighter and life feel easier. It is such a blessing. It reminds me of all my other friends who do this for me and how I need to make more time for them. It reminds me that I'm blessed to have them. I miss my little girl, but I know she & her daddy are having a blast and being here today will help me be a better mommy.

Lesson Three (A.K.A. The Really Important One):
Some of you may remember my friend Donna. We used to work together here until I had my daughter. Wednesdays were the day we worked together. She's not here today because she is at chemo. Instead of getting to hear how things are from her I'm reading an e-mail. Her joy and upbeat personality still come through. I don't think she would mind if I share some of her wise words:

"Every day has a fork in the road. We can choose to travel down the road of self-piy, self-introspection, or self-absorption. The problem is that fork always leads to a dead end. It leaves us weary, discouraged and out of options because we were never meant to live life on our own. And we certainly don't have all the answers.

On the other hand, we can choose gratitude. Admittedly, this is the road less traveled. But then, that means a smoother ride - less bumps, potholes, and loose debris. This road always leads to somewhere better than where we are. It lifts us out of the mundane and invites us into the Divine.

Strangely, if we don't make the choice, it will be made for us by circumstances. Most of us are like cars with our wheels out of alignment. We automatically drift towards bitterness. Gratitude realigns our souls and keeps us on the right road."

I'll end with the same verse she ended her e-mail with:

"Be joyful always...give thanks in all circumstances"
1 Thes. 5:16-18

Lessons In Contentment, Day 2

I had just finished getting everything prepared to take a much needed shower...

Let's take a moment right here. What does "everything prepared" mean? The moms out there know. It means your home, yourself, and your toddler. For the record, this is harder and more time consuming than it sounds.

...when I find out that the water has been turned off...again...with no notice. Arg. Where is that Note to Self I wrote? Where is that cheery attitude I had yesterday when this happened? I'm sure I'll find them, but for now I'm ticked. I don't want to take my daughter, my dirty hair, and I out to do errands sans shower.

Wait, here's my note. I found it while going to the kitchen where I also found my sense of humor and my daughter dipping a toy car in the cats' water bowl.

Poll

I need a little help. My baby Boo LOVES airplanes. When we visit my parents she'll repeat, "airple," (which sounds like apple, but means airplane) and knock on the garage door until someone takes her out there to look at my dad's remote controlled planes. When we go to Target and planes fly over the parking lot she blows them kisses. This is a wonderful thing since my dad has been hoping for another flight enthusiast in his line for years. I decided that because of all this she should be a tiny aviator for Halloween (think Amelia Earheart meets Easy Company). I bought her a little aviator hat and I'm going to make her goggles from black felt. Now I'll just looking for her jacket. I'm looking at two. One is for a girl so she'd get more use out of it (a little more $$), but the other one is so authentic that I'm a little bit in love with it (a little less $$). I thought I'd put it out there and get some help with the descision. Here they are:

orWhat do YOU think?

More Excitement!!

I have more good news that I feel the need to share:

1. Stephanie's blog totally blessed and is helping me.
2. I got a coupon for a free pint of Starbucks Ice Cream!!
3. I'M GETTING A PACKAGE FROM AMAYA TOMORROW!!! If you didn't know, I love mail and surprises!!
4. My birthday is coming!
   
5. Peter bought me cookie dough!
6. Talicia is visiting soon!!!
   

Staggeringly Stupendous

My husband is currently on his way to Safeway because he loves me. I might be a teeny, weeny bit PMSy. Not PMSy in the mean way (mostly not), just in the craving-could-get-pouty way. This condition has been made more dire because my house is deviod of chocolate. If you read my earlier post you know that the last of the chocolate ended up on the newly washed kitchen floor (well, to be fair the very last of it ened up in my tummy). Either way there is no chocolate. Enter Peter, my fabulous husband. After Bible Study (which just ended and was fantastic - Go Lenny!) he headed off to Safeway for goodies. I just had to give him some well deserved props. Blessed and receiving chocolate soon I sign off.
Good Night!

For Future Reference

It truly is.

Pink Is The New Grout

I just finished cleaning my entire kitchen. "Why?" you might ask. Today my husband and I both tried unsuccessfully to pour Cherry Pomegranate Crystal Light (at different times). We both spilled Cherry Pomegranate Crystal Light all over the kitchen. It got everywhere. It was a lovely, red, sticky mess. Now after using every clorox wipe in our apartment, not to mention a bathroom towel and plenty of paper towels, it has been cleaned up. Our grout is pink even after all the scrubbing. During the cleaning I decided a few things:

1. I can be angry with an intimate object...like my malfunctioning pitcher for example.
   
2. We are no longer purchasing this particular flavor of Crystal Light, even if it does have antioxidants.
   
3. The artificial colorings used for this drink have no business being in our bodies if they can stain my kitchen.

It has been a crazy day. I prayed earlier that the Lord would help me learn to be content regardless of my circumstances. My prayer is being answered. He is teaching me. I say this only partly due to the fact that since I began typing this a few more exciting things have happened:

1. My husband informed me that our water has been turned off without notice by the plumbers working on our building.
2. My daughter dumped chocolate chips all over the newly scrubbed kitchen floor and began to eat them.
3. I cleaned up said chocolate chips (yes, I did eat the last few left in the bag afterward).
   
4. I realized again I haven't had any coffee all day.

Despite all this I am laughing as I listen to my husband and daughter play. I am learning the lesson I asked for and I am glad; however, next time I pray that prayer I'll be better prepared for what may come next.

This post is lovingly dedicated to Peter who graciously watched our little girl so I could write it with only a few interruptions.

Too Powerful And Beautiful Not To Share

A dance choreographed to honor those affected by breast cancer:

Do Something, Anything

My husband and I watched "Slumdog Millionaire" last night. It was a good movie, but it was horrible to watch. I recommend it anyway, but be prepared to have your heart broken. After watching it I needed to process. My first reaction, in all my shallowness, was to want to never, ever go to India. In my humanness I wanted to get, and stay, as far from that human suffering as possible. Just typing that honesty of my own failings makes my eyes well up with tears and my heart with shame. Once I got past that innitial reaction I wanted to go there and do something, anything, to make a difference, to help. The problem there is that in this season of my life I can't. God has called me right now to make a difference in the lives of my husband, my child, and the people He has placed around me here. For a moment I felt powerless, but then I realized something wonderful. "The people He has placed around me here" includes my close friend Sarah who has been to India to help the children there and stays in touch with people who live there making a difference everyday. Even in staying here God has given me the means to make a difference on the other side of the world. Here is my challenge to you - join me. Let's reach into the "little" we have (which is callous and laughable when compared to the little they have) and give. I'm going to talk to Sarah to find out how best to do that and I'll post more information. If you are interested please get in touch with me by leaving a comment or, if you know me, by e-mailing or facebook messaging me. You can also go to WorldVision and do a search to sponsor a child in India. There are other organizations doing good work over there, but I don't know enough about them to know which are reputable and which aren't. Please, think it over, pray about it, research the conditions there, whatever you need to do, just do something.

Home

A Few Things That Feel Like Home To Me:

1. Really good time in prayer
   
2. My husband's arms
3. My little girl's smile
4. The sounds of my family enjoying themselves when I visit my folks
5. My brother calling me, "Seester" or "The Joy of my Heart"
6. Hugs from old friends who truly know me with all my many quirks and imperfections, yet still love me
7. Chuck Taylors
8. My favorite jeans.
9. The perfect chai tea latte in the fall or caramel macchiato in winter or spring
10. Driving down Santa Teresa on a warm day with the windows down and a good song playing.
11. "America" by Simon & Garfunkel
    

Calling All Creative and/or Tattooed People

I have been mulling over another tattoo for about two years now and I'm beginning to close in on it. I'm excited, but I'm in need of some assistance. I'm looking for help from my creative artsy friends to help me design it (especially those of you who are good with fonts). As for my tattooed friends, I'm looking for recommendations of artists and shops. This is all to start getting things figured out so that I can begin my "tattoo process." I'll post the finalized idea somewhere where I see it everyday for 6 months. If I do that without changing my mind I'll get it. If it needs to be tweaked then I'll make the changes and restart the clock. This way I can be sure to get something I'm passionate about. I'll post pics throughout the process.

What's With the Name?

Some of you may have guessed by now why I titled my blog as I did. It is a reference to the verse I posted on Thursday. There are a few places in the Bible that sparrows are mentioned. There is also an old hymn called, "His Eye Is On The Sparrow." The lyrics are:

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

Over the last year God has used these to remind me that He is always with me. He knows about my every joy and struggle I face and is there with me. It reminds me that even the littlest sparrow has His attention and so do I. Now and then I feel like the sparrows - tiny and not worth much in may people's eyes. It's then that I remember that to God those sparrows are beautiful and valuable, and I am even more so.

It's So Very Beautifully, Bittersweetly True

"Maybe I'm crazy, but...when I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late to school. One day she followed me to see why. I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees rolling on the sidewalk or...ants crossing the road...the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk...little things. I think it's the same with people. I see in them little details so specific to each of them that move me and that I miss, and...will always miss. You can never replace anyone, because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details."

---Before Sunset

Courtney

There is a lovely almost-silence in my house. Zuzu's bell rings as she jaunts from one place to the next checking things out. The white noise of the rain track we purchased on iTunes plays for my sleeping little girl loudly enough to be heard in the living room. I finish writing a letter and head for the kitchen. As I do I step on a forgotten Cheerio. It sticks to my bare foot for a few steps and then disintegrates to powder on my floor. A smile spreads slowly across my face as that tiny piece of trampled cereal reminds me that I am a mom.

Now and then I feel lost in this world. I think we all do. Yesterday was a struggle for me because of that. The world felt so immense and I so minuscule. Part way through the day I went outside and sat on the steps to my apartment. I prayed for a while, pouring my heart out to God. I was reminded that I am His child, His cherished child. The one He will never leave or forsake.

After I came inside Peter and I stood in the kitchen talking. We talked and talked until we started to understand even better the person each of us had married. I was reminded that I am a wife, a loved and very lucky wife.

My parents called last night to see how I was doing after my Dr.'s appointment. My dad reminded me how important I am to him with affirming words and grand compliments I don't deserve, my mom with fussing and advice. I was reminded that I am a daughter, a daughter held dear by two amazing people.

Last night as Peter and I snuck into our room where our 18 month old daughter lay already sleeping there was a little voice in the darkness, "Hi." When Peter asked if she wanted to come snuggle with us for a moment before going back to sleep she replied, "yeah, yeah, yeah." When he laid her down next to me she rolled towads me, help me tight, and kissed my cheek. I was reminded that I am a mom, the most important woman in her life.

All of these things make up vital parts of who I am. There are smaller parts like being someone who loves to drive on sunny days with the music turned up unreasonably loud, who somewhat secretly loves Styx, who would be crushed on a small scale if her DVR didn't record "So You Think You Can Dance." I am that person. I am also someone who declined to meet Chris Carrabba for fear I'd make an idiot of myself and who gets rediculous when I'm tired. I get cranky when I'm hungry and relate all too well to Sandi Thom's, "I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker (With Flowers In Hair)." None of those things are as important as the beautiful reminders I received yesterday. The greatest part of who I am is one who loves Christ, her husband, her daughter, her parents, her brother, and her friends. Yesterday I thanked God for prayer, long talks, phone calls, and hugs. Today I thank Him for little lost cheerios and before work kisses goodbye.

"The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease. Great is His faithfulness; His mercies begin afresh each morning. I say to myself, “The Lord is my inheritance; therefore, I will hope in Him!” Lam 3:22-24

Don't We All?

"What Mirabelle needs is an omniscient voice to illuminate and spotlight her. And to inform everyone that this one has value."

---Shopgirl

"Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows."
Luke 12:6-7

Today

"For I cried out to Him for help, praising Him as I spoke."
Psalm 66:17

Have You Seen Him?

I think baseball ate my husband.
Added Later:
But, in all fairness,
it was a no hitter.
GO GIANTS!

I stood with him for the last few pitches in honor of what was happening. The first no hitter for a Giant since 1976! Also, I will admit to all that I almost cried watching Jonathan Sanchez's dad hug him after the game and kiss his cheek. It was amazing.

Today's Goal

None Greater

Wake Up Call

I have been struggling the past few days. I've been feeling down and having a bit of a pity party. For the most part nothing big has been bothering me, nothing more than a mole hill of little things that add up. Just before writing this I received an e-mail from a friend who started chemo yesterday. It gave me the kick I needed. She is facing breast cancer with determination and a great attitude. She sent out these verses,

"So be truly glad. There is wonderful joy ahead, even though you have to endure many trials for a little while. These trials will show that your faith is genuine. It is being tested as fire tests and purifies gold..." 1 Peter 1:6-7 NLT

It reminded me of the main lesson God has been teaching me lately,

"But godliness with contentment is great gain." 1 Tim 6:6 NIV

God's timing is always perfect. I was just telling Sarah this morning that I needed to get back to spending more time with Him. I love how He gently pursues us. Thank you, Donna, for the reminder that with Him we can face ANYthing. I am facing so little that it became too easy to forget.

Hanging in my House

People are often unreasonable and self-centered.
FORGIVE THEM ANYWAY.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives.
BE KIND ANYWAY.

If you are honest, people may cheat you.
BE HONEST ANYWAY.

If you find happiness, people may be jealous.
BE HAPPY ANYWAY.

Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough.
GIVE YOUR BEST ANYWAY.

FOR YOU SEE, IN THE END, IT IS BETWEEN YOU AND GOD.
It never was between you and them anyway.

-Mother Teresa-

Thanks, I Needed That.

The Rest of the List of Things I Want:

1. See previous entry for number one. (Note - accomplished on a walk with Kacey)
2. To love like God
3. More time with friends/deeper time with friends (especially Kacey, Lacie, Sarah, & Stacy)
4. To go see Janette at the hospital
5. A green dragon roll
6. A pedicure
   
7. Amaya to visit
8. All my laundry to be magically done
9. A massage
   
10. Talicia to live in San Jose
11. A pair of Red Engine jeans
12. Amaya's mom's chocolate mousse
    
13. To see my daughter's beautiful smile
14. To continue learning how to be a better friend
15. A vanity
    
16. My hubbie to be home from work
17. A bigger apartment (still on the wishlist, but no longer worrying about it)
18. "Eli Stone" to be un-canceled

The Beginning of a List of Things I Want:

Praise God!

I just received news that Richard is safely in Romania! He will begin working with the kids tomorrow. Keep he & his team in your prayers. Also, Cathie & her team left last night to go do many good works in Haiti. Amazing!! I'm so excited to hear about all the Lord is going to do!!

To Do List Day

As a mom I live in borderline chaos at all times. To reign in the madness I find little ways to organize. I have piles around the house, but I find these do more to add to the chaos than to decrease it. I color code my calendar (yes, really). I love it. Peter & Lenny love to get a hold of my beloved sharpies and mess with me by adding things in the wrong colors. Beyond that, it is a wonderful sanity enhancing tool. I also make to do lists. I have done this for years (I used to make other people lists too...teehee). When I became a mom one of my adjustments was realizing that my lists were more than a tad too ambitious. I had to realize what I got done in a day before now took three. The bigger adjustment was accepting that and being O.K. with it. I think I have come to this place, for the most part. Today is a day of grand "To Do List" expectations. I'm hoping to get it all done, but I'm preparing myself for forced acceptance if it doesn't happen. Wondering what goes on this list? Here you go:

• Shower (yes, that goes on the list)
• Katie over
• Mail baby shower invitations
• Pick up alterations (News to no one - I'm short)
• Stride Rite (baby is growing like crazy & her very cute, very wide feet need new shoes)
• Apple store (my new ipod, that recently replaced my old new ipod, is angry with me) (sidenote - I am beginning to be concerned that I am the opposite & adult version of Baby Touch & Go on "Heroes")
  
• Rico & Rachel over for mtg.
• Wii Fit
• Bible Study

I realize this is not a long list, but in the midst of this I will feed, clothe, and care for my child. Therein lies the challenge. I'll let you know how I do.

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!!

This morning we went to the Rose, White, & Blue Parade. It was wonderful! After we hit the street fair with Lenny & Sarah. My favorite float was:

It was actually pulled through the parade by the hose! I loved it! There were some very cool cars too. There were 3 classic Mustangs, but all 3 were red convertibles. I LOVE classic Mustangs, but I'm just not as big on red ones or convertibles. Because of that my favorite cars were probably the Woody and the Willy. The owner of the Willy even let my girl sit in it! Here are some pics:

Tonight we are going to do sparklers and watch the Boston Pops! I'm really excited!

Have a wonderful 4th of July and remember how much we have to be grateful for!

I want to send a special thank you to Kerr, Scott D., Adam C., and all the other military men and women for serving and for going through things we back at home can't fathom. Thank you for giving so much.

In Happier News...

I got to hang out with Kacey last night and it was a huge blessing. I love fellowship.

(Lacie, Kacey, & I warding off attackers)

Me (As Told By Kathy R. Jeffords)

They do, and today is a Mrs. Fields Cookie Cup day.

Vomit

I have a love/hate relationship with Craig's List. I love the convenience of it. I love that I can search for things from home. I hate being told that two bedroom apartments can go for over $2,000 a month.

P/S - My bad attitude has taken over. I may go back to bed to end this day as soon as possible. I want a re-do and a HUGE chocolate chip cookie.

I Love Mail

First card from NY (complete with confetti):

Lessons Learn-ing

God has used all kinds of things to teach me about Him, His love, myself, and life. Lately He has been using my daughter. This makes a lot of sense since most of my time is spent with her. I thought I'd share what I'm learning.

1. God really does delight in me and rejoice over me with singing (Zeph. 3:17). I do these things as a mom all the time without thinking anything of it, my Perfect and Loving Heavenly Father does the same. AMAZING!

2. Stop to smell the roses. Feel the sun on your face. Take time to enjoy the beauty of God's creation. Life will be better if you do. YOU will be better if you do.

3. "Tantrums don't get you what you want." I have said this to my daughter multiple times, and yet I'm only starting to learn it myself. I want to give Aubrie good things. God wants to give me good things. (Matt. 7:11) We just need to learn to ask instead of throwing a fit or trying so desperately hard to get it ourselves.

4. Express yourself. Show and tell people how you feel (Prov. 27:5). Whether it be on your face, in your words, or with what you are wearing show the world where you are inside and who you are. This is really a repeat of several of Aldeana's lessons.

It is worth repeating, because this lesson in particular is hard for me. For years I have been a "stuffer." I rarely deal with my emotions in what one might call a timely manner. When my Grandma died I feverishly wrote a paper for school that wasn't due for days. When my mom's dad died (closing the door on my ever getting to meet him) I ignored it until years later when I came across a bracelet he & his wife had gotten me and sobbed. When my Grandpa died I built a jumperoo. Anyone who knows me knows almost any given break-up I had was briefly cried over before I moved on too quicky, only to try to then try to heal from the last relationship in the midst of my new one (F.Y.I. horrible idea). Part of my difficulty is that I have also mastered the art of denial. Growing up, in any given family crisis I pretended that either everything was fine or that it would be. Recently I've remembered times when my parents were sick (even in the hospital) when I was young and only now am I being able to deal with the fact that only by God's grace are they still here. When Amaya moved I spent months ignoring it. Then, the week of, I switched over to "stuffing," knowing I'd probably have a break down when she showed up to say goodbye. I didn't. I couldn't. Only as she drove away did I lose it. Later that day I took stock. I realized I've been stuffing so long I can hard "unpack" the emotions. I prayed and God is helping me. I'm learning to be real, but it is unbelievably hard. He is helping me to express myself, but more often than not it takes a while. For those that love me, please have patience and call me on it if you catch me stifling.

Nothing Like It

I have been having a hard day. Just now, as my precious little girl finished her dinner, it was fully redeemed. All of a sudden she got a big grin, threw both of her arms up, and said, "Mom," in the sweetest little 17 month old voice. She looked at me with such love. My heart melted as I leaned over to receive her hug. This beautiful toddler held me and patted my back. Sometimes a mom needs a hug. Sometimes she needs a pat on the back. I got both. There's nothing like it.

More About Us

In that case, we are bona fide.

How I Found Mr. Right

...and ever.

Enough Already

Today I'm wearing my official "I miss Amaya" T-shirt, because I do. Stupid New York.

loryme

Odd Fact About Me:
I absolutely love the confirmation words that pop up when I leave a comment on blogspot blogs. They make me smile. Who comes up with them? That is the job I want. I want to come up with those words/phrases/wonderful blurbs. To the person whose job that is I say, "Kudos! You are doing an amazing job!" They are! Leave a comment (or pretend you are going to) and see. You'll grin. It's hard not to.