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In BTS’s new Music Video, J-Hope eats a pat of butter.

I cringe a little to think about eating butter all by itself.

Don’t get me wrong, I love a buttered butter-milk biscuit(my Mother-In-Law makes the best) with a slice of tomato. Yum Yum.

I have mentioned that my son was born on Halloween, so we had costume birthday parties. When he was four he dressed as a lego block.

I’m not creative enough to come up with the concept of the costume on my own, but I don’t recall who deserves the credit.

It takes six tubs of butter to make a lego block, so being the doting parents that we are, we purchased 6 tubs and scooped out all the butter and put it into another bowl and stored it in the refrigerator for later consumption. We don’t eat a whole lot of butter, so eventually, we had to throw all of it out. Yes, I know, a waste of perfectly good butter when there are starving kids in the world. I never said we were perfect parents.

My sweet lego block

But butter-milk biscuits baked with butter beats butterless biscuits any day.

Moral of my story–don’t waste butter. There is someone in the world who’ll eat it. More Butter to you, J-Hope.

Disclaimer: I enjoyed the new video. Some Christians feel the use of the phrase OMG is breaking one of the ten commandments. I am one of them, so as I sing along, I’ll just sing something different, like Oh My Goodness cause that’s what my Grandmother said. If Grandma said it, then it’s okay with me. (It’s okay to take my own goodness in vain, because I know that my own goodness is nothing when compared to the perfection of Jesus). Hey, I’m not judging the boys, I’m just saying what makes me comfortable.

Another Breakfast referenced song oldie-but-goodie just recently posted to Youtube by the Newsboys. Fun Fun Fun.

When the toast has burned . . .

And since I’m CRAZY, here’s another song by the Newsboys:

Let me Interrupt this 2020 Pandemic to bring you . . .


Why is a 50+ year old listening to BTS?

Too much time on my hands.

Working from home has freed up time that used to be spent driving to and from work.

Almost 2 hours a day.

Several YEARS ago in a virtual (yeah, virtual as in video conferencing) writing critique group we were challenged to step outside our normal genre comfort zone and experience something new.

One very young and very brilliant writer from a distant part of the country recommended Korean Drama.

And I fell in love.  The South Koreans have captured the essence of what I crave in a story.

Fast Forward to Pandemic.

I ignored the Netflix suggestion of Crash Landing on You(CLOY) at first, because I don’t like to think about North Korea. But when I had exhausted my other choices, I watched the first episode and then the next and the next until I had finished the last episode(not all in one day, mind you). I cried because I already missed the characters. That has never happened to me before. Ever.

I convinced my husband to watch it and I watched it with him. Then he decided to watch it again. So I’ve watched Crash Landing on You 3 times during the Pandemic. I used to like Hallmark movies, but after CLOY I’m not interested in them anymore.

I love Korean Dramas so much that I decided to learn the Korean language and signed up for a class through Coursera and Yonsei University.

I’m pleased that I can now read Hangul at a pre-K slow-laboring level. My vocabulary is so lacking that even though I can read the words, I don’t know what I’m reading. I have a lot of studying to do.

I decided to add more Korean Culture to my learning experience and chose to check out K-Pop— Korean pop music. The only name I had heard was BTS (mentioned in episode 7 of Crash Landing on You), so I typed in BTS in youtube and lo and behold it was the SAME DAY they had released their new single, Dynamite.

I listened.

And listened again.

And again.

It was all in English so no subtitles were needed. I had to make sure that a few of the lines were clean and was happy to find out they were.

There were no boy bands back in my teenage years. The Beatles and Beach Boys (though they had some new songs out during my day) came before those informative years and other boy bands came after my teenage years. I never had the experience of going crazy over a boy band. I had Lionel Richie, Michael Jackson, Prince, Rod Stewart and I’m sure more that I can’t remember because I’m old.

But now, for the first time, I’m listening to the music of a boy band.

And crying.

My husband of almost 32 years says now he knows how it feels to live in a house with a teenage girl.

My son thinks I’ve gone crazy and has threatened to institutionalize me. I think he is jealous because I call BTS my sons. They are my son’s age.

I try to bring others down to my depravity, but they aren’t stooping to my level. I text Youtube videos to my sister and her daughters, but they aren’t impressed. My nieces are dancers, so I was hoping they would enjoy the videos. Sadly, they don’t listen to that kind of music. They’re into Country music. I’ll keep trying though.

This song makes me cry. I’m not sure why. Please turn on the closed captions for the English Subtitles.

This makes me think of the Newsboys song call Shine. I hope you enjoy.

And Lights Shine Bright by TobyMac

This is a special song I dedicate to Bangtan Sonyeondan—Bulletproof Boy Scouts—BTS.

Matthew 4: 16 says:

the people who sat in darkness
    have seen a great light.
And for those who lived in the land where death casts its shadow,
    a light has shined.”[a]

Matthew 5 says

15 No one lights a lamp and then puts it under a basket. Instead, a lamp is placed on a stand, where it gives light to everyone in the house. 16 In the same way, let your good deeds shine out for all to see, so that everyone will praise your heavenly Father.

John 12 says:

45 For when you see me, you are seeing the one who sent me. 46 I have come as a light to shine in this dark world, so that all who put their trust in me will no longer remain in the dark. 47 I will not judge those who hear me but don’t obey me, for I have come to save the world and not to judge it.

Psalm 147 says:

He heals the brokenhearted
    and bandages their wounds.
He counts the stars
    and calls them all by name.
How great is our Lord! His power is absolute!
    His understanding is beyond comprehension!


I ran over the Duke University Rowing team–thus fulfilling an item on my bucket list.

I cross over Lake Michie (pronounced like the mouse) every day on my commute in to work.

And some mornings the Duke rowing team is practicing. And because I have a slightly warped mind I thought, “wouldn’t it be cool if they were under the bridge as I was crossing over so I could claim I ran over them?”

So every morning I watched for that perfect opportunity to meet my goal.

And then one glorious morning, the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, the skies were gorgeous,the sun was shining and the rowers were rowing their little hearts out. I thought, this is my opportunity, if I slowed down enough I could time my crossing with their crossing. (Sorry to those folks driving behind me, but it had to be done) And, sure enough, it happened. I ran over them.

I couldn’t wait to tell people at work (and confirm to them my insanity).

But I couldn’t post my wonderful accomplishment because I didn’t have a picture

Yesterday, I saw the opportunity, pulled over on the side of the road, pulled out my iPad and snapped the shot you see above. If I could have been on the bridge, the picture would have been so much better.

Anyway, to you lady Blue Devil rowers, I’m sorry I had to run over you. But it looks like you survived.

My son made his trumpet debut at the “See You at the Pole” rally Sunday night with Standing in Chairs, the youth band at my church.

He gave me permission to post the video on my blog but not on facebook.

I asked him, “Why am I able to post it to my blog but not facebook?”

And he said, “Because no one reads your blog.”

Truer words were never spoken.

Encourage your children to attend “See You at the Pole”  on Wednesday to pray for our schools, our nation and for friends that don’t know the freedom found in a relationship with Jesus.

My video is a little grainy. Apparently, my little camera doesn’t do zoom very well.

I have two sets of glasses.

One set I wear to work.

The other set I wear to bed.


Because I watch TV in bed.

TV takes my mind off my day to day activities. Without it, I’d stay awake thinking about what happened that day and what is on the agenda for the next day. I’d think about things I should have said and things I shouldn’t have said.(I’m careful to make sure what I fall asleep to is wholesome–I don’t want to be subliminally influenced by what’s on. Usually, I fall asleep to one of my Jane Austen movies which serves a dual purpose).

So, every night I fall asleep with my glasses still on my nose.

Jokingly I say I need them for my dreams. But I’m sure I have perfect vision in my dreams.

My bedtime glasses are old. They’re not even the right prescription (no need to tell me this is wrong. I already know it is). In fact, one side is held together with duct tape(handy for just about anything).

Imagine my complete horror when, a couple of weeks ago, I got out of my car at work, walked toward the office building and noticed some strange object just off to the side of my field of vision.

You guessed it, I wore the wrong pair of glasses to work. The ones with the duct tape.

Now, I work in a nice place where the men wear suits and the women dress fashionably.

I suppose my true fear is that everyone would realize the truth about me–I am a duct tape-wearing kinda  girl. Which would make me an imposter at my job. Because we shouldn’t be wearing duct tape and clients may not trust someone wearing duct tape.

But I believe everyone needs a little humbling every now and then.


Shakespeare used a vocabulary of 54,000 words.

Today, we use 3000.

Our culture has managed to combine two words to make one new word.

I guess it was just too hard to keep up with two words.

For example: ginormous — from gigantic and enormous. Will this make the two words obsolete? Thus decreasing our vocab from 3,000 to 2,999?

I don’t know, but I saw this youtube video by John Branyan posted on Rachelle Gardner’s blog the other day and thought it hilarious and brilliant– should we call it brilarious? (Did I just invent a new word? Maybe I’m brilarious).

My son hates it when I beat him at Wheel of Fortune.

And when I have, yet again, bested him in solving a puzzle, he “storms” from the room in pretend disgust. As he leaves the room he yells back over his shoulder, “Why don’t you try out for the show.”

And I say “Because I don’t look good on video. The camera is not kind to me.”

I’d say, “Logan, does this TV make me look fat?”

To which my son would reply, “It’s not the TV, Mama.”

I think highly of my son. Very highly. (Cause he’s much taller than me. No really, I love my boy).

He makes me laugh.Which means I think he’s brilliant. Even though his grades don’t reflect his brilliance. He can solve a rubik’s cube in under a minute.

He loves funny stuff –comedians, T-shirts with funny sayings or pictures, jokes, etc.

In September we took our annual Myrtle Beach trip.

While there we saw the Pirate’s Voyage, a new dinner show complete with high dive acts, mermaids and of course, pirates.

As we were walking from the parking lot to the show, I quickly snapped this picture, not paying attention to what I was doing because we were rushing to catch the pre-show. When we returned to our condo I checked my camera and lo and behold, this is what I had taken:

Yes, my son is wearing a Kool-Aid T-shirt. My little niece wanted to dress like him, so now we call him the Big Pitcher and her the little glass of Kool-Aid. For his birthday (aka Halloween) he could’ve dressed as the headless Kool-Aid man. Now that’s scary stuff.



I cried. I laughed. I laughed. I cried. I laughed. I cried. I laughed. I cried.

I was, figuratively speaking, on a roller coaster ride–Courageous, the movie.

I especially liked the “snake king” gang scene. INTENSE, let me tell you.

The best yet put out by this group that made Facing the Giants and Fireproof.

It happened to my sister.

So it came as no surprise when it happened to me.

I’ve always told my sister that we have tired blood. And I proved it this week.

I went in for a blood test–cholesterol, vitamin D, etc.

The first stick yielded a trickle of blood that practically stopped within seconds.

So, they stuck me again. This time at the wrist, in line with my thumb.

That HURT.

And I almost passed out.  And for all that pain–no blood.

They tried again in my other arm. First, at the inside part of the elbow(probably has a name, I just don’t know what it is) and then they tried on the top of my hand, and then at that painful part of my wrist(with my hand dangling down toward the ground so that gravity could help the process). All for naught.

I left without giving blood. Apparently I was dehydrated.

I’ve been too chicken to go back.

I was teased at work.

So when they asked me to lick the stamps for our team Christmas cards(just kidding, of course–at least I hope they were) I had a wonderful excuse–I don’t have enough Liquid Assets–An appropriate excuse in my line of work.

I wish I could give blood. If you can,  do.

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