So it has been a few weeks...I apologize. Thomas and I have been sucked into the time-consuming vortex of Trying to Buy a House. Due to various factors beyond our control, we are now the poster children for our realtor of unsuccessful/crazy short sales. Thus, we have eliminated all short sales and are sticking with regular buyin' and sellin.'
I came across this passage during some wonderful down time this weekend and thought it was worth sharing with whomever reads this:
"To the degree that [one] seeks life from the creation, [one] will be dissatisfied and angry with God. Change will only take place as [we] recognize the god-replacements that rule [our] hearts, condition [our] emotions and control [our] behavior."
Instruments in the Redeemer's Hand, Paul David Tripp.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
sand + laundry= sandry?
So, Thomas and I were lucky enough to hit up the beach twice this weekend (the joys of living on the coast!) embarrassingly enough for pretty much the first time this summer. Better late than never I suppose.
As glorious as the beach is--waves! swimming! interesting sea critters! sun! sand!--cleaning up from it is a pain. After coming home with approximately 622 bags/pieces of clothing/various beach items, we promptly dumped them into the laundry room and went off to relax (appreciate the irony of relaxing after a beach afternoon here). Washing all of the sandy stuff is not a problem. Rather, it is the 435993534875 particles of sand that get EVERYWHERE in 2. 5 seconds that creates the major problem. I was less than pleased today when I dumped a clean, dry load of clothes into a laundry basket that was coated with a fine layer of sand on the bottom. Definitely a doh! moment. So, if you find sand in your nice clean clothes this week Thomas, just think of it as a nice exfoliating treatment and remember the nifty star fish* you found and smile.
*T. discovered a star fish in a little tidal pool and brought it over to me to look at. On our way back to the tidal pool, he lost a leg trying to escape. It was totally bizarre--one minute the leg was there, the next minute, plop! into the sand. Operation Rescue was otherwise successful though.
As glorious as the beach is--waves! swimming! interesting sea critters! sun! sand!--cleaning up from it is a pain. After coming home with approximately 622 bags/pieces of clothing/various beach items, we promptly dumped them into the laundry room and went off to relax (appreciate the irony of relaxing after a beach afternoon here). Washing all of the sandy stuff is not a problem. Rather, it is the 435993534875 particles of sand that get EVERYWHERE in 2. 5 seconds that creates the major problem. I was less than pleased today when I dumped a clean, dry load of clothes into a laundry basket that was coated with a fine layer of sand on the bottom. Definitely a doh! moment. So, if you find sand in your nice clean clothes this week Thomas, just think of it as a nice exfoliating treatment and remember the nifty star fish* you found and smile.
*T. discovered a star fish in a little tidal pool and brought it over to me to look at. On our way back to the tidal pool, he lost a leg trying to escape. It was totally bizarre--one minute the leg was there, the next minute, plop! into the sand. Operation Rescue was otherwise successful though.
Friday, July 10, 2009
of mice and men
This morning I trotted off to the Toyota dealership for a routine oil change and tire rotation--aka Pay a Lot, Wait a Lot, and Expect lots of Little Extra Charges. "Well, m'am we have found (insert x problem here) and if you don't pay money and fix it right now, your car will probably explode into 80 million pieces. But otherwise, it's totally up to you. "
Today was no different.
An hour and a half after giving them my keys, the gentleman helping me brings over some sort of air filter from the car. Only instead of just being dirty and gross, there was a NEST in it. Little bits of twig and hair and FUR. Mouse fur was the expert guess of the Toyota guy. He followed up with a few questions about if I park in a garage, and then advised me to switch around my parking place since sometimes mice can cause "wiring problems." Not to mention general GROSSNESS and smelliness. So my problem is that I park somewhere different every day....leaving my overactive imagination to wonder where this SuperMouse is living. Where will he pop up next?
Today was no different.
An hour and a half after giving them my keys, the gentleman helping me brings over some sort of air filter from the car. Only instead of just being dirty and gross, there was a NEST in it. Little bits of twig and hair and FUR. Mouse fur was the expert guess of the Toyota guy. He followed up with a few questions about if I park in a garage, and then advised me to switch around my parking place since sometimes mice can cause "wiring problems." Not to mention general GROSSNESS and smelliness. So my problem is that I park somewhere different every day....leaving my overactive imagination to wonder where this SuperMouse is living. Where will he pop up next?
Monday, July 6, 2009
book club bonanza
"Only as we see our story enfolded in the larger story of redemption will we begin to live God-honoring lives. Lasting change begins when our identity, purpose, and sense of direction are defined by God's story."
Instruments in the Redeemer's Hands, Paul David Tripp--July's book club selection
Instruments in the Redeemer's Hands, Paul David Tripp--July's book club selection
We all have our limits...
...but how often do we actually encounter them? In my experience, things happen that I don't care for or that I wish were not happening, but it is rare for me to actually feel and know that I am at the edge of what I know myself to be capable of handling. Cue Cold Mountain and a 4th of July backpacking trip.
The trip itself was mostly delightful--Thomas and I met up with a dear dear friend from college (Alli) and her PT school friend Betsy. The food was great, the weather was beautiful, everyone was healthy...and the hike kicked my butt! We were in the Pisgah region of the Blue Ridge and hiked up to 6030 feet, the top of Cold Mountain (yes, the one from the book and the movie). It was an arduous climb and descent to say the least, and I am even more grateful now for a loving and encouraging husband who responded in appropriately supportive ways to me when I said little gems like "Just leave me here" and "I'm never going backpacking again." Needless to say, I am happy to laugh at myself for being a drama queen and delighted to know that the Lord is truly the one who sustains us. And seeing Alli was truly wonderful. :)
Oh, and in another stellar move from the weekend, I almost caused us to run out of gas. in the middle of nowhere, NC. on windy mountain roads. near campgrounds displaying as much dixie paraphenalia as they can fit. oy vey. It's good to be home!
The trip itself was mostly delightful--Thomas and I met up with a dear dear friend from college (Alli) and her PT school friend Betsy. The food was great, the weather was beautiful, everyone was healthy...and the hike kicked my butt! We were in the Pisgah region of the Blue Ridge and hiked up to 6030 feet, the top of Cold Mountain (yes, the one from the book and the movie). It was an arduous climb and descent to say the least, and I am even more grateful now for a loving and encouraging husband who responded in appropriately supportive ways to me when I said little gems like "Just leave me here" and "I'm never going backpacking again." Needless to say, I am happy to laugh at myself for being a drama queen and delighted to know that the Lord is truly the one who sustains us. And seeing Alli was truly wonderful. :)
Oh, and in another stellar move from the weekend, I almost caused us to run out of gas. in the middle of nowhere, NC. on windy mountain roads. near campgrounds displaying as much dixie paraphenalia as they can fit. oy vey. It's good to be home!
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