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A story for Father's Day

I don't tell a lot of stories about my dad. I love my dad a ton, but honestly, it's my mom that I call all the time. This past weekend, we stayed with my mom's only brother & his family. My husband, who always claimed my out-going personality was my father, changed his mind. "Your uncle is just like you! I see it now -- you two are an extroverted version of your mother!" So some times, I forget to give my dad a lot of credit. If you don't know this about me, I hate tests. I have major test anxiety. Give me an essay question about anything -- a subject I know nothing about -- and I'll ace it. Make me fill in bubbles, and well... I freeze up. When I took my ACT for the first time in high school, I got a crap score. I was a straight-A student, and I never did poorly on anything. My teachers loved me. I played 3 musical instruments. Clearly, something went terribly wrong. I was devastated and embarrassed. My father saw my score, and very compassion...

Safe Space

When I did an Urban Studies semester in San Francisco, I met the "friends from college" that everyone talks about. You know, those people with whom you had all those GREAT times, did crazy fun things, and keep in contact with for the rest of your life. I didn't get that at my alma mater, so this was a big deal for me. We always called our cozy times together the "Safe Space". Whether it was curled up together in a small room, hiding in the pantry praying, huddled on a sidewalk while the chicken man walked by, or laughing our butts off at a dance party, our friendship was a Safe Space. This Safe Space did me a lot of good. I have been hopping from Safe Space to Safe Space ever since. When I was low and had nothing, my sister and brother-in-law took me into their home. The 2 years that followed were some of the best of my life. They gave me a new Safe Space. When I married Robert, we had to work out how to make our own Safe Space for each other. This pas...

Changes on the horizon!

A couple of months ago, Robert and I started to talk about our lives. I've been working 2 part-time jobs, and while it has it's benefits, it is very, very draining. It is really difficult to coordinate some times. It was stressing me out. It wasn't working. So, we started to think about options. And this was my prayer, "Lord, this situation isn't working and I don't have a solution. Please, bring a change." A week later, I got an email from Wishard asking me about a job I had applied to back in October. They asked if I would interview. Skeptical, I agreed, as I had been there before. I've tried to work for Wishard on numerous occasions and have always had "good interviews". I've always been turned down. A week later, I went in for the interview. It went great. The manager, the team, the job, was all a perfect fit. The manager practically offered me the job! That same week, my church (where I currently work) put together a plan to...

Life from a crate

Our church's sermon last week was: "What does God say about suffering and pain?". It's not an easy topic. This is my reflection. ~~~ We had to crate train our dog, Otis, when we moved back from Indiana. We bought a beautiful, brand new spec home in December... so we didn't have a yard. Which meant that, at 7 years old, Otis had to be crate trained for the first time. Otis suffers from separation anxiety, so this was not an easy task. At first, every time I put Otis in that crate, he looked at me with total sadness. Like I was hurting him, letting him down, disappointing him. He looked at me like I was betraying him. He did not understand. We love Otis (though we joke about hating him, we don't). Otis is completely dependent on us for care. We always have Otis' best interest in mind. In reality, the crate protects him from outside elements, from storms, from strangers who could harm him, and also from himself. The crate holds him safe until Momma ...

We went to a ball. For real.

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What? You didn't go to a black tie, mad-hatter themed fundraiser for an art foundation this weekend? Welcome, once again, to my life. A big thanks to SWC for the tickets, and a bigger thanks to our awesome, dance-animal guests -- our friends, Jen & Kiel. Their "costume" theme was queen of hearts, and they looked adorable, trust me. My goal was to get this teacup in my hair for my costume. It worked! This is post-dnace party, so it's a little messy, but it held up great! This is Robert, pretending like he's going to get away with not facing forward for a photo. He looks great in a tux, right?

Just more dull moments.

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Too. busy. SIGH. Will April end already? It's been a great month, but just too crazy! Here's what happening in our life: + Our church is doing an awesome sermon series right now. It's called "What does God say about ___ ?" You should listen, like, even if you don't go to our church.  Even if you want to disagree - it's a good thinking / discussion series. (www.geist.org/church/MessageArchive.aspx). Last week's sermon on forgiveness was really good . +In March, I went to my good friend's wedding in Boston . I had the honor of being her matron-of-honor (and sounding like I'm a hundred years old by having to be a "matron"). I also had the pleasure of staying with some other friends of mine. It was a blast. + We went to San Diego in April. It was also fun. I was lame and took no pictures, but it was fun to get to know some of Robert's friends and their friends. + Nephew had his fourth birthday . Four, people!!! Four...

This is how we roll

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I hope you had a wonderful Easter, we did! Here are the cupcakes I made for Abram and Jane. Well, cupcakes were shared with lots of people, but only A&J and their little cousins got the bunnies. They are really difficult because the ears are marshmallows, but they LOVE them. It's once a year, so I'll deal with the sticky. Also, we are headed to San Diego this weekend. SO excited. It's been a rough couple of weeks around here, both in good and bad ways. Our April is jammed full of wonderful things, but that hasn't stopped more difficult things from happening. No dull moments, right? San Diego will be nice. I was PSYCHED to find a new tankini swimsuit that I loved at Old Navy for $10 a piece (that is unheard of guys, in case you don't know. The last swimsuit I found that I liked was about $100. I didn't buy it.). I also successfully altered my cutest one piece so the straps now fit and keep the suit on (a good thing, right?). I am so glad that I learned ...