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A Queen or a Two-Year Old?

OK, every now and then we need a just-for-fun post, so here we go.

My name is Queen of Sheba and I'm a cat.  I didn't really belong to anybody, or at least not to anybody I liked, so I started coming to their house and acting both beautiful and pitiful.  While the human man was gone on a trip, the human lady adopted me.  But that's ok, because the man likes me, now, too.

I am completely black and very beautiful and regal looking, so they named me Queen of Sheba.  But now they say maybe it's not a good name because I act more like a two-year old than a queen.  I just don't understand.

When my humans tell me it's time to go outside, I really don't want to go.  So I go and hide.  Or I hang on to my blankie (ahem, a towel they put on the chair where I sleep because they say I'm dirty.  Humpf!) with my claws.  Or I suddenly decide that I need a drink or more food to eat.  Unlike a two-year old, I LOVE taking naps and do it all day long.

And then when they feed m…

Favorite Verses

Today I'm linking up with Suzanne at The Glorious Mundane for Outside the Frame.  This week's link-up is your favorite Bible verse.  Why don't you tell us about your favorite verse, too?  Unfortunately her link doesn't seem to be working, but you can go to The Glorious Mundane facebook page to link up.

I have so many, it's hard to know where to begin, so I'll tell you about the verse at the top of my blog.  One of my favorite chapters in the Bible is Psalm 16.  I feel like it talks about life, present, past, and future.  

The first four verses talk about the present where David asks God to keep him safe and to protect him from his enemies: "Keep me safe, O God, for in you I take refuge".  There is so much in this world that can make us afraid, but God will keep me safe.

Verses 5 and 6 talk about my past.  "LORD, you have assigned me my portion and my cup; you have made my lot secure.  The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely …

Favorite Pinterest Pins

Today I'm linking up over at Momfessionals for Show and Tell Tuesday (and yes, I know it's Thursday!). 

I have this memory from when I was about seven years old.  That was a VERY long time ago, so I'm not sure how accurate it was.  But as I remember it, my Grandpa and Grandma Gay came to visit.  After they'd been with us maybe a day or two, Grandma gave my sister and I (maybe my brother, but as he was five years older, I doubt he would have been interested in this activity) a scrapbook and she had a box with old magazines and pictures in it.  We cut and pasted our favorite pictures into a scrapbook.  So maybe my Grandma invented Pinterest. :)

Later, as an adult, a friend showed me a notebook she kept with pictures from magazines glued into of re-decorating ideas, photography ideas, etc.  I loved it so much, I started my own.

At any rate, when somebody first told me about Pinterest and I saw what you could do with it, it took me back to gluing pictures into …

Book Review: Between Worlds: Essays on Culture and Belonging

In mission circles, a lot of acronyms are thrown around.  Many mission organizations have a full name, but are known by the letters of those names.  Titles of positions get changed to acronyms.  And even our kids are called by an acronym:  MK (missionary kid).  However, there is a more recent term that is replacing MK because it covers more than just missionary kids.  That acronym is TCK or Third Culture Kid.

A Third Culture Kid can be an MK, but can also include military kids who have spent time in another culture, kids whose parents work in business in another culture, or refugees or immigrants who have moved to another culture.  The "third culture" aspect of the term TCK is that these kids (of which I am one) take elements of their passport culture and elements of their host culture and end up with a unique third culture.  They don't fully belong to their passport culture, but neither do they fully belong to their host culture.  They are often most comfortable in airpo…

The Challenge of House Hunting

I've recently been helping a young couple, newly arrived to Niger as a married couple (she was here single and they met here when he came on a short-term mission's trip) do some house hunting.  I've been along mostly for moral support.  But I do enjoy the process of looking at houses and thinking of all the possibilities.  It's also fun to be with a young couple and watch them figuring out for themselves what they want in a house.  I'm telling you, in my next life I'll be a realtor. :)  

Some of the houses we went in I didn't even take pictures because we knew right away it wouldn't even be a choice.  One house in particular was a disaster.  It was filthy, termites had built "houses" all up the wall, rain water had damaged the ceiling, plaster was falling off the walls, and all the toilet seats were missing.  As we noticed each thing wrong with the house, they kept saying, "The landlord will fix whatever you ask him to."  I wondered w…

Speaking My Love Language and Winning My Heart

Valentine's Day is coming up and thoughts are turning to love!  I routinely link up with two different blogs:  Show and Tell Tuesday at Momfessionals and Outside the Frame at The Glorious Mundane.  Show and Tell Tuesday's theme this week is "How to Win My Heart" and Outside the Frame's theme is "My Love Language", so I'm going to combine the two and link up in both places.

When I was in college I went out with a guy once or twice. I think his name was Bill, but I don't even really remember.  We went to a restaurant or something and actually had a really fun time.  I felt comfortable around him and we laughed and talked a lot.  And then he wouldn't leave me alone and he got all mushy and romantic really fast and not being experienced in love and not knowing that I should just talk to him about it, I started avoiding him.  If I saw him coming down the sidewalk, I'd suddenly need to go in a building along the way.  If he was at a table in th…