Sunday, February 26, 2012

Things I'm Thankful For:

With the protracted list of stressors on my days this week, I think its time for me to take a moment and list some of the things I'm really, really thankful for and that helped me thru this week (and in no particular order whatsoever) :

The condo
My car running
Andrew & Janae
A working hot water heater
Dr. Milbrandt
Being able to go back to school
My parents
Sue & Lane
Being able to see my brother
The weather (everything is worse when its 110 outside)
Advil PM
My iTunes library
My parents getting Thad & I to Ohio
Andrew & Janae (yes, again)
Thad cut his finger pretty badly, but he didn't cut it off
Free coffee, every day.
The people I work with
My homework load is heavy but I *love* it
I dropped my vaccuum down the stairs but it didn't break OR chip the hardwood (HOW did that work out??? Divine Providence.)
I'm never, ever stressed out at work (guaranteed six hours of a walk in the park)
I may go days without seeing Thad but I only had to go one night without hearing him snore
Dropped my phone several times & its still without a scratch
Sue called me at the precise moment I needed someone to vent to
Parks and Recreation. Seriously
My curling iron died but my hair straightener refuses to quit
$10 work shoes that look like converse and feel like walking on a cloud
Sweet hours of prayer
Epsom salt
How long it takes for checks to hit the bank (gross)
How close everywhere I need to be is to where I live
Hearing Aiden say "beba"
My last pedicure has lasted for FOREVER
Fry's sermon last Sunday night
How supportive Thad is of school
The Lord's continuing mercy, strengthening, grace, peace, and working out of all things for His glory.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Slop n Such.

I don't know what's wrong with me lately but I just can't seem to get it together emotionally. One minute I'm annoyed because all the girls around me are mommying it up and are busy being cute and having cute babies and being cute mothers and I feel so awkward and out of place and disconnected from my friends because I have nothing baby-related to say. The next I'm thanking my stars I still have alone time with my husband and don't want to change it for anything and the next I'm thinking, hmm....Silas is probably like, the best baby boy name ever! (No stealing, ladies.) I'm obnoxiously oscillating between being overwhelming thankful and wishing for a lobotomy so that living paycheck-to-paycheck will  lose its sting. And while I'm the first voice to remind Thad that God provides, and everything happens in its own time, and that we are so incredibly blessed &boy am I great at delivering those speeches when he is tempted to be discouraged, its the voice in my head that belongs to me that brings me down. I sound like a crazy person. The voice in my head. What I mean is, I know better than all of this. I'll be busy mommying it up the precise minute that I'm supposed to be, and Thad and I won't always be broke and tired and stressed every minute of every day and we'll look back on this time and be glad it happened. It's just that some days I really, really want to hit fast forward.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Where oh where has February gone?

   I think I missed the majority of this month because I've spent so much of it not feeling well. I got sick the first week of February and stayed sick, despite nyquil/dayquil, vitamins/minerals, humidifiers, oil of oregano, sleep, and gallons of water, until 10 days later. I *still* have a cough that just won't quit. Of course I eventually passed the nasty flu on to Thad, who couldn't take a day off so he stayed under the weather for even longer (although without a word of complaint) and also still has a cough. We are just the picture of health around here these days.

  While I was sick and delirious, and hadn't gone outside in awhile, and was laying on the couch looking pathetic, Thad asked me if he could get me anything. I chose that moment to tell him about the overpriced but perfectly adorable side table from Target that I wanted. I felt my living room was missing *something* &when I saw this wonderfully blue side table at Target a few weeks earlier I wanted it so badly but could hardly justify spending SIXTY DOLLARS on a tiny wood table that was painted blue. Really, Target? $60? But in my head, which hadn't seen daylight in days, this blue side table was exactly what I needed. Of course, Thad obliged and was out the door in five and on his way to Target.
     I thought when he returned he would have something to say like-- "I didn't buy you that blue piece of wood that cost $60" or "You know you worked for 4 hours to pay for that table, right?" but instead he was all smiles. Apparently, he got the last one left! And not only that but it had no price tag on it. When he got to the register the lady asked him how much it cost, and he was honest. He told her $59.99. To make sure, she looked up "end table" in her register and it came back with the WONDERFUL price of $14.99. And she assured him it cost $14.99. So we got the last one they had for literally a fraction of the cost because the lady at Target was too lazy to look up this specific end table and decided to charge us for what some other end table cost. We did not complain. Here it is in all its glory:

And then I felt like it was missing something. A lamp, obviously! But...I don't really like lamps. I don't know why, they just give off a strange glow to me, and they all look the same! And by the time I searched etsy and found the perfect unique lampshade and lampstand I realized two things: I had put together a lamp that looked similar to an adorable one my sister-in-law Janae has (she has flawless decorating taste in my opinion), and it was going to cost me $70. So not only would it not have been unique, it wouldve been way outside of my budget. That was when I stumbled across HANGING MASON JAR LAMPS.

WHAT? I just lost my mind! Perfection. It was not out of my price range, ITS A MASON JAR, it doesn't give off that strange lamp-light that I dislike so much, and its different. So basically whilst I was not feeling well and had a million hours of homework to do, I sat under my mason jar and got it all done. Have I mentioned I love mason jars? I use them everywhere I can, like so:

And that's the complete tour of my obsession with mason jars. 

Thursday, February 2, 2012

There Is A Fountain

  Betty White was of the old-school when it came to music. I sat at the piano with her for 8 weeks before she let me even attempt at a song, because first I had to know all my notes, scales, and major chords. I thought she was crazy (she was) because I was 9, and just wanted to play the Charlie Brown song already. Her piano teacher was this staunch old woman who was born in something outrageous like 1860, so her own teaching had been much more strict and classical than even mine. Obviously, being a pastor's wife for the majority of her life, she was something terrific of a hymn player, so that's where she started with me.
   The first hymn she taught me to play was There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood. And that was the song that played on loop in my head this morning at work when I began to gush the most horrific nosebleed of all time. Who the heck gets nosebleeds? I always thought it was just the drug addicts on Intervention who get nosebleeds but nope, there was I, standing in the bathroom at work going thru what felt like an entire roll of toliet paper just in an effort to stem the tide. I can honestly say I can't remember the last time I got a nosebleed. It must've been on the monkey bars in second grade, and I think I was just as appalled then. Thad thinks its his fault, because he did smack me pretty good in the nose last night with the remote (on accident, I swear). But I disagree. This was no ordinary, oops a capillary burst! nosebleed. This was like, Rocky Balboa gave me his best right in the left nostril. Aaaaand then I was nauseous for three hours! Cute.
  I've worked in the coffee environment since I was 16. As a result, I have fielded many an angry customer phone call, but I gotta say--the one today was probably my fave. Someone called to say that they ordered two bagels with cream cheese, but what they got were these MONSTROCITIES OF A BAGEL! Just the verbage here is enough to applaud (who thinks of bagels and monsters?) but just so everyone knows, here are what the bagels we sell look like:

But here is what this person must've seen when they opened up their bag:

Seriously. Probably my favorite customer complaint, ever.

On two completely unrelated notes:

1. We are reading Wuthering Heights in one of my Critical Lit classes and I'm completely going nerd over this material. I know it was required reading sophomore year of high school, but reading it now is actually enjoyable. Why do we make 15 yr olds read this book anyhow? It opens with a dude cutting a little girls arm on glass, and the following 300 pages are violence and gore. No matter how poetically written it is, it's extremely brutal. I think most 15 yr olds miss that part somehow. 

2. Jack White is doing a solo album. Also will lose my mind over this. It's already my favorite album of all time, oops. 

3. My car is on its last leg. For the past two years I've put appx $1,000 in to it every 6 months just to keep it running. It's extremely stressful and no longer financially viable. Who knows of a good trade-in place in Phx?