Check out the wonderful family pics Lauren Clark shot this past weekend. Woot woot high kick. www.laurenclarksblog.com
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Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Funny thing about throwing up
Throwing up will never be fun. It's not fun to do. It's not fun to clean up. It's not fun to smell. I'm also getting too old to recover from a full 12 hours of hugging the toliet. I wasn't feeling great on Wednesday night, but it's been pretty crazy at work and I thought I was just tired, so I went to bed around 9pm. Around 10 pm I wake up and know there is something not right going on in my mid section. For as long as I can remember I always want to soak in a hot bath when I'm sick, so I got up and ran a bath with epsom salt and soaked.....until I had to get out to puke. I would be okay with once. It happens, I ate something wrong or etc., but I knew that this one time would lead to many more throughout the evening. So I went ahead and just lay down on the bathroom floor. When round two came, I thought "I'm married now, Bryan should get up and help..." Help do what I do not know. So I call "bryan".....nothing...."bryan, I need you"....nothing. Dang box fan right behind our bed that I insist be running at top speed. Finally I resort to our wonderful dog Ellie. I call "Ellie....", I hear her clicks on the hardwood, and then a lick to my face. Thank God for dogs! "Ellie go get daddy...go get daddy" and low and behold she runs back into the bedroom and starts barking. I love this DOG!
I then convince Bryan to go to Walgreens at 2 a.m. That was not very nice of me, but it was very very nice of him to go. And that is why throwing up can be funny sometimes.
I then convince Bryan to go to Walgreens at 2 a.m. That was not very nice of me, but it was very very nice of him to go. And that is why throwing up can be funny sometimes.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
ahhhh marriage
Marriage is funny. Working things out with another human is strange. Talking about it with college girls is even weirder. I have realized this past weekend that I am offically in the next "phase" of life. Older. Married. No kids. Phase of life. Go fight win...birthday 29.
This is where I feel like our marriage is now: (so glad I'm on this ride with Bryan!)
The Road of Life
At first, I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong,
so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die.
He was out there sort of like a president. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I really didn't know Him.
But later on when I met Christ, it seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride,
but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that Christ was in the back helping me pedal.
I don't know just when it was that He suggested we change places,
but life has not been the same since.
When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring, but predictable . . .
It was the shortest distance between two points.
But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts,
up mountains, and through rocky places at breakneck speeds, it was all I could do to hang on!
Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal!"
I worried and was anxious and asked,
"Where are you taking me?"
He laughed and didn't answer, and I started to learn to trust.
I forgot my boring life and entered into the adventure.
And when I'd say, "I'm scared," He'd lean back and touch my hand.
He took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts of healing,
acceptance, and joy. They gave me gifts to take on my journey, my Lord's and mine.
And we were off again. He said, "Give the gifts away; they're extra baggage, too much weight."
So I gave the gifts to the people we met, and I found that in giving I received, and still our burden was light.
I did not trust Him, at first, in control of my life. I thought He'd wreck it; but He knows bike secrets,
knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks,
knows how to fly to shorten scary passages.
And I am learning to shut up
and pedal
in the strangest places,
and I'm beginning to enjoy the view
and the cool breeze on my face
with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.
And when I'm sure I just can't do anymore,
He just smiles and says . . . "Pedal."
-- author unknown Copied from Holy Sweat by Tim Hansel (which by the way is an excellent book).
This is where I feel like our marriage is now: (so glad I'm on this ride with Bryan!)
The Road of Life
At first, I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong,
so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die.
He was out there sort of like a president. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I really didn't know Him.
But later on when I met Christ, it seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride,
but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that Christ was in the back helping me pedal.
I don't know just when it was that He suggested we change places,
but life has not been the same since.
When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring, but predictable . . .
It was the shortest distance between two points.
But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts,
up mountains, and through rocky places at breakneck speeds, it was all I could do to hang on!
Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal!"
I worried and was anxious and asked,
"Where are you taking me?"
He laughed and didn't answer, and I started to learn to trust.
I forgot my boring life and entered into the adventure.
And when I'd say, "I'm scared," He'd lean back and touch my hand.
He took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts of healing,
acceptance, and joy. They gave me gifts to take on my journey, my Lord's and mine.
And we were off again. He said, "Give the gifts away; they're extra baggage, too much weight."
So I gave the gifts to the people we met, and I found that in giving I received, and still our burden was light.
I did not trust Him, at first, in control of my life. I thought He'd wreck it; but He knows bike secrets,
knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks,
knows how to fly to shorten scary passages.
And I am learning to shut up
and pedal
in the strangest places,
and I'm beginning to enjoy the view
and the cool breeze on my face
with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ.
And when I'm sure I just can't do anymore,
He just smiles and says . . . "Pedal."
-- author unknown Copied from Holy Sweat by Tim Hansel (which by the way is an excellent book).
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
egress window and done for tonight!
Egress window that took too long BUT totally worth it. It feels like the lights are always one downstairs. Awesome. Next plans include adding barn tin to the walls and putting up a big mantle and then Bry get to buy a BIG BIG TV. And I want an old school Mrs. Pac-Man game.
My Daddy and Husband can do ANYTHING!
Nasty leaky rotting bay window to beautiful picture window and gives us a huge kitchen. Now if we only had $20,000 to finish the kitchen make-over.
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