Sunday, December 18

The one that got embalmed

I have the worst luck of anyone I know when it comes to cell phones. Honestly. I don't believe in coincidences, or superstitions or the like, but my track records with cell phones is so unbelievable that I simply can't believe I have any responsibility in the matter. I have dropped, dipped, dunked, and frozen too many. That's it. It's time to write a book.

Chapter 1:
The one that was baptized....
This chapter will tell of the reverse baptism of my phone that, rather than testified of a new life, revealed a possessed hard drive that was prone to text and call people in another language and couldn't be stopped until the battery was removed.

Chapter 2:
The one that was frozen...
This will recount the tale of the one I couldn't find for a day or so until I realized it was frozen to my driveway under a sheet of ice near my car's driver side door.

Chapter 3:
The one that ate my lunch...
Obviously suited to be written in Spanish, I will have to be sure to include the phone that died from asphyxiation in a bowl of guacamole as I blindly pounded it deeper and deeper into the luscious green goop with each chip that went searching for dip while the bowl of guacamole was under my desk. 

Chapter 4:
The one that took the route of my dead goldfish...
Everyone has had a phone fall from their pocket...but not all of them land in a portable johnny on the spot. Despite the utter repulsive, disgustingness of this scenario, it had to be recalled to life as we were waiting for a very important phone call shortly after this happened.

Chapter 5:
The one that tried to buy its own case...
Today takes the "most recent" award as my phone plunged to the bottom of an open quart of semi-gloss polyurethane. It sank so quickly without a splash that I was not sure it had actually fallen into the can. After check the surrounding area I glanced into the can, only to spy the little red light flashing me an alert that I had received a text. Sigh. I wasn't sure if it would damage the varnish, so I had to remove it. I was able to rescue the memory card, so I still have my pictures, and my favorite ring tone from my sister Katrina.

So, I don't deserve insults if I don't answer my phone or return your texts. Please don't take it personally. I am not.

If this book goes over well, I may write a sequel about the gloves I threw off the ski lift to prepare to get off, or my earbuds I planted in Nutella, my wedding rings I hid under the mattress, and the retainers I stuffed down the heat vent...all in my sleep. It should be a stellar encore.

Merry Christmas.

Dear Santa, 
I've been very good...and I could use a new phone.

P.S. Don't worry. I save all of my old phones that survive so I can reactivate them as my new ones are consistently assassinated. I won't be out of touch too long.

Friday, December 16

settling in...

 Well, that's it. The house is finally clean again after hurricane "Taylor" hit home. The boys are sleeping normal hours. 4 weeks of laundry is done. Out of the last month we were home 5 days. Needless to say, when my sister and her family get back tonight, I am ready to watch White Christmas, bake cookies, and wrap stocking stuffers.

Our house was extremely occupied while we were out of town and they left us this documentary of our absence.

Monday, December 5


Just a couple of comments about this post
#1 Jack said "camera" and "picture" over and over while sitting by London, so I took this one at his request. Really.
#2 London loves to put his hand on top of Jack's head anytime they are close enough. I think I have at least a dozen photos with his hand resting on Jack's head.
#3 Both boys have awful colds and thus they look really shaggy in this picture to me. Maybe you won't be able to tell, but it screams "sick son" to me.
#4 They really like each other.

Friday, December 2

It's her birthday!

 So, today is my birthday. Would someone like to give me a golden retriever puppy? The boys and I were quite taken with one a couple of weeks ago. It would be well loved. :)

Monday, November 28

Forget the maid, I'd like a penthouse

 Some days I dream of my house looking this clean for ten minutes. I think maybe a maid could accomplish it if we were all out of the house for two days. Then I realized when we opened the door to this beautiful sight in Hill Country, Texas that I didn't want a maid, I just wanted to stay here forever. After a lovely, restful week here I realized that I didn't actually want to stay there forever, it had its perfect side and its lonely side. I actually love the personality and slight clutter of my little home in Kansas. I love the people that tromp through and those that sit and stay a while. There is another post for another time about the couple dozen answers that were left on my white board while we were gone for three weeks. I don't know why we bothered locking our door when we left ;) Apparently the keys were easily available for the right price.
 We all had this face when we looked around the inside of our 2 bedroom, 2 bathroom, 2 kitchen, 2 couch condo.
 Jack found out what was in all the cupboards and drawers before I even got my shoes off.
 Isn't it great? Someone even ordered it to be decorated with my favorite color! Orange!

 We spent one morning watching a thunderstorm on our balcony

And we all left the next weekend well rested and happy.

Thursday, November 24

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving!

10 things I'm thankful for:
A life-giving, life-changing relationship with God
My husband, Jon, who wants to understand me
My first son, Jack, who is more organized than me and he isn't even two yet
My second son, London, who just wants to be near
My big family and the big hearts they have and the ends and corners of the world they seek to inhabit
My church family that is there through the thick and thin with us
Biscotti, and friends to teach me how to make it, and those that help me eat it
Pictures that make a laugh last forever
A car that runs
Knee high socks

bonus one, I'm thankful for coffee for it strangely bonds strangers together.

Saturday, November 19

Come watch the sun set with me...

This week I have been basking in the quietude of having our first family vacation. I could be addicted to the simplicity of living in a spotless penthouse condo in an unknown town with little required of me. However, I am eager to rejoin the people I love in the town I call mine and return to a house that always needs tending and hearts that always need warmed. My aunt gave us a priceless gift when she offered us an extra week in her timeshare condo. We had the best week connecting better as a family, enjoying daily adventures and memories. It was exactly like I hoped our family vacations would be. These pictures show just one evening of us taking all the time in the world to walk down to a deserted beach to drink in a stunning sunset. Come with us. Soak it up. And try to imagine it being 80 degrees with a warm breeze. I know, that one is a stretch.
I think Jack was convinced London was really walking. They are starting to interact so much. London lights up when Jack gets close, and Jack playfully squeals when London grabs his shirt and won't let go.

You can see our condo building behind Jack. We got moved to the presidential penthouse because our room wasn't ready when we arrived. Something about knowing you are staying in the nicest room they have makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I'll post pictures of it later, it really was incredible. We even had our own private laundry! Woot!