Sharla's Home For Wayward Thoughts

A resting place for thoughts on family, friends, love, life and God

The Octonauts Sea Creature Cookies March 17, 2012

My lovely daughter is very excited about her upcoming birthday party. By upcoming, I mean three months away. She has chosen for the theme… drumroll please… The Octonauts. There is a very good chance that if you read this when it’s published and you’re in the US, you just thought, “The what?” The Octonauts is a series of books that was turned into a TV series in the UK and just recently made it’s way to the Disney Channel in the US. Let’s just call her an early adopter. We’ve seen every episode. Many, many times.

All that being said, you can’t run out to Wal-Mart and buy The Octonauts party pack. So, we’re going to have to get a little creative. Pinterest has been a Godsend in this area. There are at least six other moms who have been in my predicament and their boards have been very helpful. I’ve done a lot of Googling. Etsy, as always, has not let me down. If I had the money, I could probably buy a pretty decent Octonauts party. But I don’t have lots of spare cash laying around, so DIY it is.

This is a first attempt by my sister, Stephanie, and me at sea creature cookies. We bought some cookie cutters from Elizabeth’s Cake Supply (amazing place!) and experimented with what we had on hand. Given the fact that I’d rank my cake/cookie decorating skills as “Clueless Level 1” they’re not too bad! I love that the little black eyes match the animals in The Octonauts artwork. Hopefully, there will be more experiments to come!

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A Hoarding Heart July 6, 2010

Filed under: Thoughts About Becoming Better,Thoughts With Images — sharlamain @ 1:53 am

There seem to be tons of shows on right now about hoarding. I tried to watch one recently and could only take about two minutes worth before I had to change the channel. I couldn’t take it!

The next day I started trying to think of ways to get rid of things. I began washing my hair with those tiny shampoos I collected from numerous hotels. I packed up all the cute baby clothes I can no longer squeeze my daughter into and gave them to a beautiful little girl who could use them. Then this weekend I decided we should actually eat the stuff in our freezer. What a novel concept!

That’s where the hash browns above came into the picture. We don’t normally eat hash browns. My husband and I didn’t even buy them. (My sister bought them at some unknown point in the past.) But here they were and we had to deal with them. I decided to add them into our menu this week and you know what? They were pretty good!

The one thing that wasn’t so good was cooking them. I’m guessing they’d been in the freezer a little longer than the recommended time. When we poured them into the pan per the directions, the hash browns plopped down in a pure potato brick. As I was cooking them (about 10 times longer than I was supposed to) I had plenty of time to start thinking about getting rid of the junk in my life, spiritually speaking.

What has been laying around my heart or mind that I just haven’t been paying attention to? Are there putrid assumptions lurking at the back of my thoughts? I’m sure it’s going to take me quite a while to find it all (I’m great at hiding things) but I believe it will be worth the work. I don’t want to wake up one day to find I’ve been hoarding old ideas and rotten thoughts.

In this case, however, I don’t think we’ll be eating our way out!

 

Lemony Fresh Risk May 16, 2010

Filed under: Thoughts With Images,Thoughts Without a Home — sharlamain @ 1:32 am

Kyra the and lemons - Photo taken for mikejohnsonblog.com

A few weeks ago I was looking for a photo for my boss’s blog. The post was about citrus smell & Children’s ministry. It’s scientific.

I found a photo that was close to what I was looking for, but I was going to have to pay for it. (Something I preferred to avoid.) The next day I was home with my daughter and I realized we had a beautiful day and a bag of lemons on our hands. I snapped a few photos and then edited one on my trusty iMac. I was pleased with the results.

Then I began to have doubts. What if it didn’t look professional enough? What if I only thought it looked good because she’s my baby and, well… she is ridiculously cute. What if I submitted this photograph and looked foolish as a result?

In the end, I submitted the photo to my boss so he could make a decision. (It is his blog, after all!) He liked it and we used it. He even added a cute tagline! After the blog was posted, our art director even complemented the photo. I was so proud!

But I digress. The fact that the photo was liked and accepted is really not the point. The point is, I almost didn’t submit it. I almost let doubt keep me from even trying.

This kind of paralysis is one of the worst kinds of pride. To think you are so important that you cannot even risk exposure as a “fool” is, itself, foolish. Still, I struggle to put myself out there.

But I keep trying, one lemony fresh photo at a time.