YEAH 29!!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Christmas Vacation...part 1
Soooo, as Josh weathers (ha ha) the ice storm in Missouri, I'm up here in the beautiful flakey snow of Michigan. (Some of my best friends are flakes...ha ha ha) <-can't take credit for that one, saw it on a sign this morning next to a snowman. ha ha ha!
We've been busy packing boxes, moving car loads of boxes to the new house, and running errands for Christmas, groceries, and house stuff...all while entertaining two 1-year olds. Yup. The twins turned 1. It was a pretty fun birthday party! I'm sure Marth will have more pictures up soon. I'll make sure to give her a break from the boys/packing in order to do so.
On the crazy scale...I would say we're nearing full throttle towards getting almost TOO much done in a day. Yeah right. We'd still have a list a mile long. But, we're having lots of fun. Here's a great couple of pics for your viewing pleasure.
We've been busy packing boxes, moving car loads of boxes to the new house, and running errands for Christmas, groceries, and house stuff...all while entertaining two 1-year olds. Yup. The twins turned 1. It was a pretty fun birthday party! I'm sure Marth will have more pictures up soon. I'll make sure to give her a break from the boys/packing in order to do so.
On the crazy scale...I would say we're nearing full throttle towards getting almost TOO much done in a day. Yeah right. We'd still have a list a mile long. But, we're having lots of fun. Here's a great couple of pics for your viewing pleasure.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
A Season of JOY!
WOAH. Can you tell we have a large family! Don't be fooled it's really not that many, it just looks like it cause I wrap EVERYTHING...because I like wrapping gifts. So even the itty bitty stocking stuffers found their way into a cereal or empty kleenex box...which I hope isn't too disappointing when someone finds only post-its inside. Hey, they asked for them...I just made it exciting. :) (names of presents have been changed for security reasons). That is my second favorite part of Christmas...getting together with all our family and loved ones. So much fun!!
My most favorite part of Christmas though, is setting aside time to reflect on the importance of Christ's birth. And to enjoy Him and His promises for us! What a special time of year to spend with family, realizing that because of Jesus' birth, death, and resurrection, we can also be part of His family. Which is all the more special. Christmas reminds me of all that Jesus has given me. I get overwhelmed sometimes, I feel like my heart will explode it's so full! (This would not be good from a medical standpoint). Even in this last year, Christ has given me so much. I owe Him more than I could ever repay. And I love this season of hope and joy! Christ came to us!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
USPS: WE CARE
WE CARE
Dear Postal Customer:
We sincerely regret the damage to your mail during handling by the Postal Service. We hope this incident did not inconvenience you. We realize that your mail is important to you and that you have every right to expect it to be delivered in good condition.
Although every effort is made to prevent damage to the mail, occasionally this will occur because of the great volume handled and the rapid processing methods which must be employed to assure the most expedition distribution possible.
We hope you understand. We assure you that we are constantly striving to improve our processing methods in order that ever a rare occurrence may be eliminated.
Please accept our apologies.
Sincerely,
Your Postmaster.
I accept.
However, I'm almost certain that my friend Miranda was standing in the part of the pictures that was ripped off. Sorry Miranda! They didn't mean it! :)
Friday, December 5, 2008
O Christmas Tree
I wanted to share with you a story. It is a story of tradition. A story full of mystery, contagious laughter, and a large dose of adventure....
Twas the night after Thanksgiving, and all through the house, were people who hadn't ever experienced the most festive house in our area. So as tradition would have it, blindfolds were found, knots were tied, and accidents abound(ed). We squeezed into the Buick (pronounced Buck -long U...like puke), with barely spare room, sucking in our full bellies, and buckling our seat belts. (This is not working well).
Three of our company had not had the pleasure, of seeing this Christmas tradition well, ever! Once all piled in, and believe me, this was no small feat, we turned on some carols, and sang from our seat. What would've been quick travel, turned long very quick, our plans would unravel...because of a slow train.
Tried as we may, to confuse the blindfolded ones from afar, it wouldn't work for one rider, who knew every turn of the car. But at last we arrived, the festivities in our sights, we drove around the block, looking for a place...to park. DANG IT!
Those of us repeat attenders stared with awe, at the millions of lights those with blindfolds never saw (before). We exited the car, filled with anxious surprise, when all of sudden, we couldn't believe our eyes!
While only 10 o'clock, the house went dark. They had pulled the plug, only moments after we put it in park (eh?! yeah!). What to do now? We hadn't a clue! Until Evan hollered, "I'll save the day for you!"
He ran to the door, politely knocking at first. When no one came, we felt our night was cursed. Finally a head poked out of the door, we all held our breath, strained our ears, and hoped for more.
Evan prevailed! "No problem," they said. Only a few more minutes, till they went to bed. Every switch was flipped, every inflatable puffed up, music was playing, the street began to fill up. Cars driving in, from every which way, all to see this magnificent display. Nobody knowing that moments before, the yard had been dark, it was festive, no more. And nobody knew that they had Evan to thank, except those in our car, who...almost didn't see any of the lights.
Here's some pics!
And, here's our festive tree!! :)
What do you think of our tree? :) It was almost like Christmas early for us because we hadn't gotten our Christmas stuff out for two years. Every ornament was new for Josh and mostly new for me. Oh so much fun.
Twas the night after Thanksgiving, and all through the house, were people who hadn't ever experienced the most festive house in our area. So as tradition would have it, blindfolds were found, knots were tied, and accidents abound(ed). We squeezed into the Buick (pronounced Buck -long U...like puke), with barely spare room, sucking in our full bellies, and buckling our seat belts. (This is not working well).
Three of our company had not had the pleasure, of seeing this Christmas tradition well, ever! Once all piled in, and believe me, this was no small feat, we turned on some carols, and sang from our seat. What would've been quick travel, turned long very quick, our plans would unravel...because of a slow train.
Tried as we may, to confuse the blindfolded ones from afar, it wouldn't work for one rider, who knew every turn of the car. But at last we arrived, the festivities in our sights, we drove around the block, looking for a place...to park. DANG IT!
Those of us repeat attenders stared with awe, at the millions of lights those with blindfolds never saw (before). We exited the car, filled with anxious surprise, when all of sudden, we couldn't believe our eyes!
While only 10 o'clock, the house went dark. They had pulled the plug, only moments after we put it in park (eh?! yeah!). What to do now? We hadn't a clue! Until Evan hollered, "I'll save the day for you!"
He ran to the door, politely knocking at first. When no one came, we felt our night was cursed. Finally a head poked out of the door, we all held our breath, strained our ears, and hoped for more.
Evan prevailed! "No problem," they said. Only a few more minutes, till they went to bed. Every switch was flipped, every inflatable puffed up, music was playing, the street began to fill up. Cars driving in, from every which way, all to see this magnificent display. Nobody knowing that moments before, the yard had been dark, it was festive, no more. And nobody knew that they had Evan to thank, except those in our car, who...almost didn't see any of the lights.
Here's some pics!
And, here's our festive tree!! :)
What do you think of our tree? :) It was almost like Christmas early for us because we hadn't gotten our Christmas stuff out for two years. Every ornament was new for Josh and mostly new for me. Oh so much fun.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Josh's horrible moment. (additional details by Erin)
So Erin and I are driving to this building on the base in preparation for the 5K I was going to run the next day and WHAM...this cute and fuzzy bunny comes out of nowhere and happens to run into the Pontiac (Notice that in one last attempt to reduce guilt, the bunny hit the car). At this point I feel terrible, but continue on to the building to accomplish the task at hand. On the way back, Erin and I are discussing whether or not I, in fact, killed the cute and fuzzy bunny...
Yep, sure did. Well, not right away anyway. I pull off the road and get out to inspect said bunny. Not good. His (or her) (you can never tell with bunnies) eyeball is covered (gushing) in blood (there were also several deep cuts to the face, but they were too gruesome for Josh to bring himself to mention); at first I think it's dead, but suddenly it twitches, trying to fight the good fight for life. I yell for Erin to come over (she wanted me to stay away from the cute and fuzzy bunny due to airborne diseases...very wise!) (important missing fact...Josh did not heed my warning completely...he held his coat over his face to not breath in diseased bunny...and he ((after a couple reminders)) didn't touch the bunny...but he did get very close.); as she arrived, the bunny gave several valiant efforts to get up, but I had clearly broken several of its bones...crap. So, we left the bunny, assuming the worst... (after several comments by Josh including statements such as 'he's such a little fighter', 'are you sure there isn't a vet that can help him', 'I just want to pet him and tell him it'll be ok', 'I'm so sorry bunny, I didn't see you coming, you were so fast!')
I, of course, am feeling absolutely horrible about what I've just done. So, I pray about it, asking God to forgive me for running over His cute and fuzzy bunny. He did! Woot woot!
On the way to the race the next day, we drove by where I had committed a crime (hit and run, of course)...and the bunny was gone!! What?! Erin thinks someone scraped it off the ground, but I think it pulled through and is now recovering nicely in its bunny hole. At least that is what I tell myself. On a good note, the Pontiac sustained zero body damage...if only I could say that about the cute and fuzzy bunny. =) (There is no way the bunny is recovering nicely.)
Yep, sure did. Well, not right away anyway. I pull off the road and get out to inspect said bunny. Not good. His (or her) (you can never tell with bunnies) eyeball is covered (gushing) in blood (there were also several deep cuts to the face, but they were too gruesome for Josh to bring himself to mention); at first I think it's dead, but suddenly it twitches, trying to fight the good fight for life. I yell for Erin to come over (she wanted me to stay away from the cute and fuzzy bunny due to airborne diseases...very wise!) (important missing fact...Josh did not heed my warning completely...he held his coat over his face to not breath in diseased bunny...and he ((after a couple reminders)) didn't touch the bunny...but he did get very close.); as she arrived, the bunny gave several valiant efforts to get up, but I had clearly broken several of its bones...crap. So, we left the bunny, assuming the worst... (after several comments by Josh including statements such as 'he's such a little fighter', 'are you sure there isn't a vet that can help him', 'I just want to pet him and tell him it'll be ok', 'I'm so sorry bunny, I didn't see you coming, you were so fast!')
I, of course, am feeling absolutely horrible about what I've just done. So, I pray about it, asking God to forgive me for running over His cute and fuzzy bunny. He did! Woot woot!
On the way to the race the next day, we drove by where I had committed a crime (hit and run, of course)...and the bunny was gone!! What?! Erin thinks someone scraped it off the ground, but I think it pulled through and is now recovering nicely in its bunny hole. At least that is what I tell myself. On a good note, the Pontiac sustained zero body damage...if only I could say that about the cute and fuzzy bunny. =) (There is no way the bunny is recovering nicely.)
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