I awoke with a start. The room was dark. I knew I had heard a sound, something that startled me, seemingly shook me awake. I listened. I heard the lulling, rhythmic sound of my sweet husband sleeping. Evidentially he had not heard it. I continued to listen. Nothing. I listened for a few moments longer, then rolled over on my side and slowly dozed off back to sleep. A lighter sleep this time.
There it was again! I heard it and suddenly knew exactly where it came from this time. I hesitated to even admit I knew where it came from. It came from ME. I had farted. In my relaxed, comfy state it jumped out, waking me. I listened; hubby stirred. "You OK?" he asked. "Yeah, fine." My face was pink, but he could not see it in the dark. Fortunately my midnight toot-fest did not wake him, at least not this time.
It happens randomly. It wakes me up, and I always wait and listen to see if it woke him up. If he's awake I say, "Sorry." Believe it or not, Hubster and I are pretty private about that sort of thing. So, you can imagine how embarrassed I get when it's in the middle of the night and unexpectedly rings the bell that cannot be unrung!
While I've laid there listening to see if Hubster heard me, I've often wondered and thought... When I was single, I don't remember waking myself up in the middle of the night with such sounds. Or maybe I did, and just never figured out what the sound was that woke me up. OR maybe it's just because NOW I have Hubster in the bed to witness my toot uncommon.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
65 a week.
Disclaimer: The following blog post is rated PG13 and may contain curse words or ideas that you do not agree with. In the event that you do decide to read this post anyway, and are insulted by its content, then I was not talking to you. All scripture quoted is from the New American Standard Version.
A couple years ago. A few years ago. OK, fine. Several years ago (about 15 ) I was a counselor at Ponderosa Bible Camp in Mentone, Alabama. One of the memory verses we worked so hard to teach our kids, and of course, by the end of the summer was completely ingrained in my brain, heart and soul, was Ephesians 6:12 "For our struggle is NOT against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the forces of darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places." The verse after that, verse 13, tells us to "take up the full armor of God, so that you will be able to resist the evil day [Satan himself], and having done everything to stand firm, stand." Which emphatically tells us to continue standing, standing strong, standing firm. (Verse 14 goes on to tell us exactly WHAT the armor of God really is, which I will save for another blog post.) I had no idea how so many years later that verse would resonate with me, how it would empower me to know that my life's struggle is against Satan and his evil forces, that my struggle is NOT against God. John 10:10 reminds us that "The Thief comes ONLY to steal, kill and destroy; I [Jesus Christ] come so that they [you and me] may have life, and have it ABUNDANTLY."
I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels Satan's attacks lately. Satan attacks the strong, not the weak. He already has the weak. But, I very spiritually strong. It's true. I recognize Satan's attacks and call him out on them every time, which pisses him off. (Here come some cuss words, so if you are easily offended, you'd best stop reading...) Satan is a bastard. He does not seem to understand that I WILL and DO stand face to face with him in each battle. And, in each attack, each battle I have Jesus Christ and a legion of angels behind me. Satan does not seem to understand or recognize that I ALREADY HAVE VICTORY. He still advances with his life situations that dare me to falter in my faith.
Recession. The Stock Market (and other markets) fell last year, almost bottoming out, having a major, negative effect on the country and world. The economy (usually said with a sad, negative tone in reference to "lack of work/jobs.") Swine flu. H1N1 virus. Lack of jobs, sickness, disease, death. Man! No wonder our nation is on drugs to get them through life. If I let myself take all that in and really BELIEVE that it will effect me, find me, and take over my life, I'd just curl up in a dark corner in a fetal position, suck my thumb... and die! However, I am a Child of the Living God who has promised me abundant life! We have really struggled this past year, almost for a year and a half now. We lost almost $60K last year. Seriously. When the Markets fell, we lost about $25K that Brandon was trading with, using to create our income of about $35K. There was nothing that he could have done to prevent that. He is methodical and calculating and super smart. Nothing could have been done. We lived with bickering, divorced grandparents and tried to keep to ourselves in the basement. Brandon had two jobs. I moved to Kentucky and took on a job and lived with a friend. Brandon and I were physically separated while he brought in two full time incomes and I brought in one full time income. Our marriage has not suffered, it continues to strengthen... Then he got a new job and moved in with me again (yay!) and our friend. We decided we should move closer to his work (to save $200 in gas due to commuting). We finally found a place that would allow us to have our cats and moved to London, KY. I quit my job in Williamsburg (so I would not have to commute) and spent all summer looking for a job close to home that would give me fulfilment, and I found one. Then about three weeks ago, Brandon was fired from his job, which we believe God RELEASED him from, due to the stress it put on him and on our marriage. These are just some highlights. I won't go into the details of the daily conflicts and struggles that came with each situation, but you can imagine.
Financially it has been really tight, or lean. "Lean times," my husband says. Yes, lean it is. Time to be lean and LEAN on Christ! I have often said that I am soooooo blessed and grateful that I am a Child of God, because if I was not, I cannot even begin to imagine how truly horrible the past year and a half would have been if we had not totally leaned on Christ!! Since we belong to Him, He has truly taken care of us. Though our finances have been extremely tight, we still have everything we need and occasionally even a little extra.
Actually, I am amazed at how little we do need. Sometimes, for me, the struggle is not to keep to our extremely tight budget, but my struggle is sometimes with self denial, that is - telling myself that I really don't NEED this or that. For the past four months now we have been allowing ourselves only $65 a week for a variable budget. The variable budget being: groceries, household items, hygiene items, pet needs, leisure/entertainment (movies, eating out, etc.)... gas is not included in the variable budget. Yes, I have to be very organized. Yes, I have to plan out meals and cook often. Yes, we take our lunches to work. No, we have not had Starbucks coffee in a long time. We don't buy something until we need it. Imagine that concept! I don't get another tube of tooth paste until the one we are using only has about 2 uses left. AND! Because I have been so methodical at planning meals and using ALL the food we buy, we have had much, much less food waste! I hate wasting food. When I plan for meals/groceries, I plan so that whatever I make will make other meals. For example, when I buy a whole chicken, I know we can get a least six meals out of it; it will feed two people three times.
Then, Brandon loses his job. It was a Monday. He called me at work. I know he hated to tell me. But he did. At first, I was sick, then tears came. I thought about that $65 a week and thought how could it possibly be less. Our cars, though we don't have a monthly payent, are beginning to break down slowy and need repair. I thought, how will we ever afford/buy gifts for Christmas. Then I got mad. I called out Satan, and stood toe to toe, nose to nose with him. I spit in his face and reminded him that he is a yellow-bellied bastard who will remain under my foot. Tuesday came. Brandon applied to and had an interview with a company. By Friday he was hired! Take that Satan!! You will NOT touch my home, marriage, husband or life!!! With his new job comes less stress, benefits, and God's abundance! Now, we are still in lean times. We still stick to $65 a week, and are believing God for growth in our finances; there are still projects that will need tending to, car repairs mainly, and money for Christmas gifts and a few other little things here and there that manage to really add up. BUT! Know that God is glorified! When we have told people that Brandon was hired to a new job within a week of being released from his former job, most people are amazed and say, "In THIS economy? That's a miracle!" Yes, it is. It's a miracle because we are Children of God. He is our Father who loves his children and cares for us deeply. He gives us life and gives it more abundantly.
I've been preaching this morning. Preaching to myself, mostly. When I write about God's blessings and abundance, despite our struggles, I am encouraged. I enjoying sharing with others how, no matter what the struggle, GOD is a good God. Satan is the Destroyer, but Christ is the Giver of Life!
I enjoy getting hand written letters in the mail. I would love to get notes of encouragement in the mail from those of you who read our story and are encouraged or who are praying for us. I know many, many of you have been praying for us and I have felt the spiritual power behind those prayers! If you write to me, I'll write back. Promise. Right now, I only have 4 stamps left. So, for now, it will be the first four who write who will get letters in response! If any more of you write, I'll be believing God for more stamps for response! (Serioulsy!) Also, if you want me to come speak to a Bible Study, women's group, church, youth group etc., I would love to do that. I promise I will NOT cuss. =]
Here is our address:
The Wilhites, Brandon & Stacey
1619 Keavy Rd., Apt. B
London, KY 40744
A couple years ago. A few years ago. OK, fine. Several years ago (about 15 ) I was a counselor at Ponderosa Bible Camp in Mentone, Alabama. One of the memory verses we worked so hard to teach our kids, and of course, by the end of the summer was completely ingrained in my brain, heart and soul, was Ephesians 6:12 "For our struggle is NOT against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the forces of darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places." The verse after that, verse 13, tells us to "take up the full armor of God, so that you will be able to resist the evil day [Satan himself], and having done everything to stand firm, stand." Which emphatically tells us to continue standing, standing strong, standing firm. (Verse 14 goes on to tell us exactly WHAT the armor of God really is, which I will save for another blog post.) I had no idea how so many years later that verse would resonate with me, how it would empower me to know that my life's struggle is against Satan and his evil forces, that my struggle is NOT against God. John 10:10 reminds us that "The Thief comes ONLY to steal, kill and destroy; I [Jesus Christ] come so that they [you and me] may have life, and have it ABUNDANTLY."
I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels Satan's attacks lately. Satan attacks the strong, not the weak. He already has the weak. But, I very spiritually strong. It's true. I recognize Satan's attacks and call him out on them every time, which pisses him off. (Here come some cuss words, so if you are easily offended, you'd best stop reading...) Satan is a bastard. He does not seem to understand that I WILL and DO stand face to face with him in each battle. And, in each attack, each battle I have Jesus Christ and a legion of angels behind me. Satan does not seem to understand or recognize that I ALREADY HAVE VICTORY. He still advances with his life situations that dare me to falter in my faith.
Recession. The Stock Market (and other markets) fell last year, almost bottoming out, having a major, negative effect on the country and world. The economy (usually said with a sad, negative tone in reference to "lack of work/jobs.") Swine flu. H1N1 virus. Lack of jobs, sickness, disease, death. Man! No wonder our nation is on drugs to get them through life. If I let myself take all that in and really BELIEVE that it will effect me, find me, and take over my life, I'd just curl up in a dark corner in a fetal position, suck my thumb... and die! However, I am a Child of the Living God who has promised me abundant life! We have really struggled this past year, almost for a year and a half now. We lost almost $60K last year. Seriously. When the Markets fell, we lost about $25K that Brandon was trading with, using to create our income of about $35K. There was nothing that he could have done to prevent that. He is methodical and calculating and super smart. Nothing could have been done. We lived with bickering, divorced grandparents and tried to keep to ourselves in the basement. Brandon had two jobs. I moved to Kentucky and took on a job and lived with a friend. Brandon and I were physically separated while he brought in two full time incomes and I brought in one full time income. Our marriage has not suffered, it continues to strengthen... Then he got a new job and moved in with me again (yay!) and our friend. We decided we should move closer to his work (to save $200 in gas due to commuting). We finally found a place that would allow us to have our cats and moved to London, KY. I quit my job in Williamsburg (so I would not have to commute) and spent all summer looking for a job close to home that would give me fulfilment, and I found one. Then about three weeks ago, Brandon was fired from his job, which we believe God RELEASED him from, due to the stress it put on him and on our marriage. These are just some highlights. I won't go into the details of the daily conflicts and struggles that came with each situation, but you can imagine.
Financially it has been really tight, or lean. "Lean times," my husband says. Yes, lean it is. Time to be lean and LEAN on Christ! I have often said that I am soooooo blessed and grateful that I am a Child of God, because if I was not, I cannot even begin to imagine how truly horrible the past year and a half would have been if we had not totally leaned on Christ!! Since we belong to Him, He has truly taken care of us. Though our finances have been extremely tight, we still have everything we need and occasionally even a little extra.
Actually, I am amazed at how little we do need. Sometimes, for me, the struggle is not to keep to our extremely tight budget, but my struggle is sometimes with self denial, that is - telling myself that I really don't NEED this or that. For the past four months now we have been allowing ourselves only $65 a week for a variable budget. The variable budget being: groceries, household items, hygiene items, pet needs, leisure/entertainment (movies, eating out, etc.)... gas is not included in the variable budget. Yes, I have to be very organized. Yes, I have to plan out meals and cook often. Yes, we take our lunches to work. No, we have not had Starbucks coffee in a long time. We don't buy something until we need it. Imagine that concept! I don't get another tube of tooth paste until the one we are using only has about 2 uses left. AND! Because I have been so methodical at planning meals and using ALL the food we buy, we have had much, much less food waste! I hate wasting food. When I plan for meals/groceries, I plan so that whatever I make will make other meals. For example, when I buy a whole chicken, I know we can get a least six meals out of it; it will feed two people three times.
Then, Brandon loses his job. It was a Monday. He called me at work. I know he hated to tell me. But he did. At first, I was sick, then tears came. I thought about that $65 a week and thought how could it possibly be less. Our cars, though we don't have a monthly payent, are beginning to break down slowy and need repair. I thought, how will we ever afford/buy gifts for Christmas. Then I got mad. I called out Satan, and stood toe to toe, nose to nose with him. I spit in his face and reminded him that he is a yellow-bellied bastard who will remain under my foot. Tuesday came. Brandon applied to and had an interview with a company. By Friday he was hired! Take that Satan!! You will NOT touch my home, marriage, husband or life!!! With his new job comes less stress, benefits, and God's abundance! Now, we are still in lean times. We still stick to $65 a week, and are believing God for growth in our finances; there are still projects that will need tending to, car repairs mainly, and money for Christmas gifts and a few other little things here and there that manage to really add up. BUT! Know that God is glorified! When we have told people that Brandon was hired to a new job within a week of being released from his former job, most people are amazed and say, "In THIS economy? That's a miracle!" Yes, it is. It's a miracle because we are Children of God. He is our Father who loves his children and cares for us deeply. He gives us life and gives it more abundantly.
I've been preaching this morning. Preaching to myself, mostly. When I write about God's blessings and abundance, despite our struggles, I am encouraged. I enjoying sharing with others how, no matter what the struggle, GOD is a good God. Satan is the Destroyer, but Christ is the Giver of Life!
I enjoy getting hand written letters in the mail. I would love to get notes of encouragement in the mail from those of you who read our story and are encouraged or who are praying for us. I know many, many of you have been praying for us and I have felt the spiritual power behind those prayers! If you write to me, I'll write back. Promise. Right now, I only have 4 stamps left. So, for now, it will be the first four who write who will get letters in response! If any more of you write, I'll be believing God for more stamps for response! (Serioulsy!) Also, if you want me to come speak to a Bible Study, women's group, church, youth group etc., I would love to do that. I promise I will NOT cuss. =]
Here is our address:
The Wilhites, Brandon & Stacey
1619 Keavy Rd., Apt. B
London, KY 40744
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
The Robertson Zen Feel
It's blog time again...
I'm up at 4-something-er-other in the morning. Brandon and I both are. We were awake, so we just got up. And, since I've had a blog post floating around in my head for the past week, I decided I'd type it out. We don't have 'net yet, so I'll type this, save it.. and cut 'n paste it later.
Finally, after 13 months of living with family and friends, we are in our very own place!! Whoo hoo!! We have moved to London, Kentucky. We moved closer to Brandon's work, which is keeping him VERY busy, but he is enjoying it very much. I am no longer working at the dentist's office and am looking for employment here in London. I enjoyed assisting the dentist and learning MUCH about dental care (prevention is cheaper than repair!!!). However, commuting to Williamsburg every day, 5 days a week, we have learned, costs over $200 a month in gas and is worth 8 hours of drive time. So, we are trying to keep our travel very close.
We live in a two bedroom duplex, not too far off Exit 38 (off I-75), on 363 or Keavy Road, to be exact. We have not officially met our duplex neighbors, but have met some of our other neighbors (while they were having their yard sale last weekend) and they are very nice, except for their Chihuahua named Rascal, who generally seems pissed-off at our mere presence. Where is Caesar Milan when you need him?
We have a rather large yard, which is a blessing and a curse. Blessing: lotsa space and room, even the posibility of getting a dog, room for kids to play (I'll get to that later...No, I'm not pregnant.) Curse: it's gotta be maintained, that is Brandon's gotta mow it, a chore he has taken on. And, we've gotta get a mower. We have a really nice deck that leads out to the back yard. So, we plan to enjoy that space: cook-outs, enjoying morning coffee, etc.
Yes, we are in our own space. It's glorious. I forgot how much I loved having my/our own place. My domestic gene has kicked into high gear again. I'm enjoying cooking for us and setting up our house, which brings me to our current major issue. Yes, we are in our own space and yes, that space is piled HIGH with plastic containers, boxes... plastic containers, boxes... and more plastic containers and boxes!!! Finally, after 13 months of paying for storage, we finally have all of our stuff out of storage!! Praise God!! Now, we have the gargantuan job of sorting through all of our CRAP.
We have come to a point in our lives where we have made the decision to truly clean out. I know y'all have seen the show Clean Sweep, or something like it, where a crew comes in and helps a family totally clean out, throw out, sell, get rid of all their excess and reorganize into a clean, neat, organized Zen-form of living. Well, that's what we are doing. We call it the Robertson Zen Feel. Let me explain.
We have some very dear friends, Jessica and Tim Robertson, who were our neighbors while we lived in Winona Lake. Tim and Jessica have been missionaries in Cambodia, which thus (I believe) influences their living style: simple, Asian, clean comfy and green (as in house plants), are the adjectives I think of when I think of their living space. As Brandon and I have been cleaning out and setting up house, we will ask ourselves: Does that have the Robertson Zen Feel?? If not, then we clean out more or rearrange.
For us, to achieve the ultimate Robertson Zen Feel, have been and are going through some serious changes. Clutter grows on us. Brandon and I read a few years ago about how our nation has become pack rats and why that has come about. When our country went through the Great Depression in the 1930s, people had the mind set to save everything and reuse it. No waste. Reuse. And when they would get new stuff, they would save. Save the bag/box it came in. If it broke, save it and use the parts for something else. Then our country began to grow and grow. We are the Land of Plenty. But, even as the country grew and grows, the mind-set of “save everything” continues, thus creating excess. How many storage units did you see on your way to work this morning? The excess costs money and time and effort.
Not any more. I will not be slave to the excess and clutter in my home. I am rising up, fighting and winning the Battle of Clutter!!
As we open boxes, first we browse through the box. We look for things that we are not attached to, things that we can easily get rid of and put them in the Goodwill boxes. (No, we are not having a yard sale. Yard sales are too much work. I'd rather give my stuff to Goodwill and be done with it.) We have cleared out much, but have much more to go!
And, for me, of course, there is deeper spiritual meaning in this whole Robertson Zen Feel...
I believe that if I want the Lord to bless me with new things, I must clean out the old. I must prepare a way for His bounty. At this point in my life, I know that we are settling down and slowly preparing and making a way for children. I told Brandon the other day that if I clean out these boxes with the mind set that I am cleaning out and preparing a way for our children, then I will clean out with much fervor and enthusiasm.
Think about it for a moment. How can we expect God to give us more when what we have is piled high, cluttered, messy and thrown aside? Have you ever said to your child something like if you want that, then you need to keep your room clean... or do these chores to show me you want that. So, I am physically showing God that I am ready for my house to overflow with children. I am cleaning out the excess, the unnecessary, the clutter. No, it's not easy sometimes. I like my stuff. But, I like the simple, clean feeling more.
I could go on and on.
Once I unpack the box that has my camera and/or the box that has the USB cord for my camera, then I'll post pics of our progress.
Please keep us in your prayers as I look for work. God has ALWAYS provided for us. Our bills have always been paid. We have NEVER gone hungry. But, I know you all know the feeling... that faith feeling. The feeling that the ends might not meet, but knowing they will because He makes them meet, and then some!
Much love to all of you! Thanks for your words of encouragement, prayers and love!
More soon.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Living IN The Dream
Last weekend I sat down and wrote over 6 pages in my journal, narrating my initial week here. However, I can't seem to find the time or energy to sit down and type word for word the entry... Since so many friends and family are asking for an update... and wondering how things are going with me here on the farm and with my new job, I decided I needed to just sit down and type a general update. I have an unexpected day off this week (due to working 40 hours in 4 days...), have gotten some rest and decided that I should just sit down this morning and blog. I will post additional pics on Facebook... today or tomorrow...
Farm Life:
I am really enjoying living in the country. The mountains are beautiful!! Brandon and I live with Kristin, a dear friend and Soul Sista. Well, correction... currently I live with Kris, Brandon is still in Warsaw, IN, and will remain so until about June or July. Separation sucks. I miss him sooo badly at times that I have just sat and cried. He is my best friend, my buddy, my lover and my keel. Again, separation sucks.
I've been feeding baby goats, who are growing like weeds. Kristin and I will both be happy when they no longer need bottles, but will be sad to see them get big. I've gathered eggs and fed and watered chicks. We have our very own farm fresh eggs. If you have never had a farm fresh egg, once you have one, you will never go back. They are rich, meaty and better for you. Cholesterol in eggs comes from them sitting on the shelves; when you eat them fresh, you consume less cholesterol. We have also eaten beef from the farm, and we will soon have fresh pork! We've eaten fresh veggies that were frozen from the garden... Our goal is to be self sustaining as much as possible. There is much, much work to be done here...
The over 100 year old farm house we live in is being renovated around us. If you have ever done that you know that there is constant dust and dirt, and once you get a section clean, stuff has to be moved around and the dust goes flying again...
Yes, we are living in a "commune" of sorts. We share living space and we like it. We take care of each other and enjoy doing so. We share chores and responsibilities. No, this will not change when Brandon moves in. People keep talking about how BAD the economy is.. and how horrible "THINGS" are gonna get. First, I serve a LIVING God who cares for me intimately and gives me favor. I am NOT fearful of the economy. I refuse to live my life in fear!! or in worry... I do believe that we are doing what HE has called us to do right now.. It's not easy, but God did not say he would give us an easy life. He tells us over and over that he will give us an ABUNDANT, PROSPEROUS, YOUTHFUL life. I rest in that.
Yes, farm life is an adjustment, but nothing I can't handle. Well, we plan to "wrestle" goats this weekend, trimming hooves and medicating them (the sore spots on hooves...) So, I'll let y'all know how I handled that!! =]
New Job:
My new job has been an adjustment, of course. I am working harder than I have worked in a long time. I really enjoy assisting the dentist with patients and learning all the medical and technical specifics of dentistry. I say that I feel like I have stepped into part reality show, part Discover Channel. There is much drama and talk among the women I work with, each patient has a story as well.. then there are all the procedures I get to watch! It's constant motion and business! Go, go, go! I like being that busy because time goes by very quickly. I enjoy working with the girls there... especially since a couple of them thought I was 25!! Whoo hoo! I have learned to take good care of my teeth. Much of the dentistry work is pulling teeth (extractions) and making partials and dentures. I have huge torri (tore- eye), which is bone that sticks out from my jaw. It's a fairly common occurrence; however, if I ever needed dentures, I'd have to have an oral surgeon "chisel" my torri or excess bone off!! NO THANKS!! Anyhoo, I get to brush my teeth at work! and I am learning MUCH!! everyday!!
Oh, the cats are doing well. It took Tilly about a week to chill out. She is still a bit apprehensive, but is doing better. Mareth-Dale just loves everything and everybody and is seemingly unafraid of anything.
Thank you for your continued prayers, thoughts and concerns and Brandon and I must be apart and as we rebuild our finances. I can feel your prayers, love and support!!
Once last thought:
I titled this "Living IN the Dream" because that is what I am doing now. I have come to the realization that I am living IN my dream... I am building my dream right here, right now. It hit me the very first morning I stepped out onto the porch with my mug of coffee and was staring face to face with a mountain ridge; mist was rolling down off of it and the sun was newly risen. I felt the Holy Spirit's presence and knew that I am standing IN my dream now. THIS is what we have been praying for. THIS is what I MUST do and what I MUST build. God is good. May His Holy Name be Praised!!!
Farm Life:
I am really enjoying living in the country. The mountains are beautiful!! Brandon and I live with Kristin, a dear friend and Soul Sista. Well, correction... currently I live with Kris, Brandon is still in Warsaw, IN, and will remain so until about June or July. Separation sucks. I miss him sooo badly at times that I have just sat and cried. He is my best friend, my buddy, my lover and my keel. Again, separation sucks.
I've been feeding baby goats, who are growing like weeds. Kristin and I will both be happy when they no longer need bottles, but will be sad to see them get big. I've gathered eggs and fed and watered chicks. We have our very own farm fresh eggs. If you have never had a farm fresh egg, once you have one, you will never go back. They are rich, meaty and better for you. Cholesterol in eggs comes from them sitting on the shelves; when you eat them fresh, you consume less cholesterol. We have also eaten beef from the farm, and we will soon have fresh pork! We've eaten fresh veggies that were frozen from the garden... Our goal is to be self sustaining as much as possible. There is much, much work to be done here...
The over 100 year old farm house we live in is being renovated around us. If you have ever done that you know that there is constant dust and dirt, and once you get a section clean, stuff has to be moved around and the dust goes flying again...
Yes, we are living in a "commune" of sorts. We share living space and we like it. We take care of each other and enjoy doing so. We share chores and responsibilities. No, this will not change when Brandon moves in. People keep talking about how BAD the economy is.. and how horrible "THINGS" are gonna get. First, I serve a LIVING God who cares for me intimately and gives me favor. I am NOT fearful of the economy. I refuse to live my life in fear!! or in worry... I do believe that we are doing what HE has called us to do right now.. It's not easy, but God did not say he would give us an easy life. He tells us over and over that he will give us an ABUNDANT, PROSPEROUS, YOUTHFUL life. I rest in that.
Yes, farm life is an adjustment, but nothing I can't handle. Well, we plan to "wrestle" goats this weekend, trimming hooves and medicating them (the sore spots on hooves...) So, I'll let y'all know how I handled that!! =]
New Job:
My new job has been an adjustment, of course. I am working harder than I have worked in a long time. I really enjoy assisting the dentist with patients and learning all the medical and technical specifics of dentistry. I say that I feel like I have stepped into part reality show, part Discover Channel. There is much drama and talk among the women I work with, each patient has a story as well.. then there are all the procedures I get to watch! It's constant motion and business! Go, go, go! I like being that busy because time goes by very quickly. I enjoy working with the girls there... especially since a couple of them thought I was 25!! Whoo hoo! I have learned to take good care of my teeth. Much of the dentistry work is pulling teeth (extractions) and making partials and dentures. I have huge torri (tore- eye), which is bone that sticks out from my jaw. It's a fairly common occurrence; however, if I ever needed dentures, I'd have to have an oral surgeon "chisel" my torri or excess bone off!! NO THANKS!! Anyhoo, I get to brush my teeth at work! and I am learning MUCH!! everyday!!
Oh, the cats are doing well. It took Tilly about a week to chill out. She is still a bit apprehensive, but is doing better. Mareth-Dale just loves everything and everybody and is seemingly unafraid of anything.
Thank you for your continued prayers, thoughts and concerns and Brandon and I must be apart and as we rebuild our finances. I can feel your prayers, love and support!!
Once last thought:
I titled this "Living IN the Dream" because that is what I am doing now. I have come to the realization that I am living IN my dream... I am building my dream right here, right now. It hit me the very first morning I stepped out onto the porch with my mug of coffee and was staring face to face with a mountain ridge; mist was rolling down off of it and the sun was newly risen. I felt the Holy Spirit's presence and knew that I am standing IN my dream now. THIS is what we have been praying for. THIS is what I MUST do and what I MUST build. God is good. May His Holy Name be Praised!!!
Monday, January 26, 2009
On The Road Again.
Back to the 'Burg, again.
When we moved back to Warsaw, IN in June, I had no idea we'd be headed back to the 'Burg so soon! (with in less than a year!!)
For most people, 2008 has been a rough year. For us, 2008 started out wonderfully. We were renting a cozy 3 bedroom house in Williamsburg, KY. Brandon was home, trading currencies full time from his office across the hall from our bedroom; a short commute in his robe, jammies and house shoes. I was home full time taking care of Brandon and getting taste of the full-time domestic life that I love so much.
All of that lasted until the end of May when we moved back to Warsaw, IN to work/teach at a private Christian school. We felt that it was our mission to work at the school while Brandon would continue trading, which would bring in two full time incomes, giving us a chance to save money.
The first of June we moved in with Grandma 'n Grandpa Rugs (who are divorced but still live together... just in case you are just now reading my blog. There are other posts that explain this dysfunction.. if it can truly ever be explained.), thinking we would live with them for a month at the most. We were looking to buy a house. We did not qualify for a mortgage; we looked for and found an investor, who then invested elsewhere. We looked for a co-signer...still nothing. Seven months later we are still living in the basement at G'ma 'n G'pa's.
Between September and October when the markets began to crash, we lost our investment nest of $25K. Brandon was using this money to make money for us to live off of, so basically he was "laid off." I can actually say that with a smile. I mean, let's get real. I CHOOSE to be a diamond. The more pressure there is, the more beautiful and precious I become. I refuse to let circumstance crush me. I refuse to be defeated.
John 10:10 "The Thief [Satan] comes to only to STEAL, KILL and DESTROY; I [Jesus Christ] came that they [You & Me] may have life and have it ABUNDANTLY."
So, no income from trading currencies. The school is paying about 1/3 of what was promised (which is no fault of theirs! Less students = less income for the school.. We knew this coming into it...) BUT!! BUT!! Hear me here... It just is. It is what it is. We are not bitter or angry that any of this has happened. It's just happened. Overall we are only making about 1/4 of the income that we THOUGHT we were going to make when we moved here! Crazy, huh?
Now, here is the miracle:
Our bills are always paid. We are tithing. We have a warm place to sleep. Food to eat. Cars that run. (We've been doing some serious repairs on both cars and have been able to pay cash for them both.) We were able to pay off a $1400 debt. Hackers hacked into one of our bank accounts and stole about $500 plus about $200 of over-draft charges... All has been restored and taken care of.
The Thief comes to steal, kill and destroy, but Jesus Christ came so that I can have ABUNDANT life... Though the Thief comes to hinder our financial growth, God creates miracles in our life to remind us that He takes care of us. Because if we did not belong to Him, all of this could have been much, much worse...
Arrows began pointing OUT of Warsaw...
More miracles:
I got a GOOD full time job in the Burg! Now listen to me... and listen good. Yes - I recognize that our country is experiencing "economic hard times." I hear of people being laid off right 'n left. People keep telling me that down South "jobs are scarce." HOWEVER -- hear me here... I serve a Living God! I serve a Living God who wants to PROSPER me and not to harm me, who wants to give me HOPE and a FUTURE!! (Jeremiah 29:11) I know I have His favor and he blesses us beyond measure. Therefore, I know that this job is divine. I am also believing God for a job for Brandon. If you are sceptical or cynical about him getting/find a full time job, then please keep your mouth shut. Please be sceptical in silence. The rest of you, please be in prayer about him finding a full time job down there.
Also, please be in prayer for us as Brandon and I are separated for a few months. This will NOT be fun. We hate it. But, we feel this is what has to be done to accomplish our goals at this time.
I'll be working in a dentist office doing clinical assistance and office management. I will be learning new things. I look forward to working with people and learning something that is completely different than I have ever learned before.
We plan to settle in Williamsburg. We like the quiet, small town life. Us kids who grew up in our small town fought like the dickens to get out, now... some of us fight to get back in. I'm looking forward to living close to my folks again. And, I am ready to completely settle down, save money and then start our family.
Thanks for all your love and prayers! Much love to each of you. I am soooo thankful to Facebook for reconnecting me to so many of my friends and family. I am blessed to share my life with each of you.
When we moved back to Warsaw, IN in June, I had no idea we'd be headed back to the 'Burg so soon! (with in less than a year!!)
For most people, 2008 has been a rough year. For us, 2008 started out wonderfully. We were renting a cozy 3 bedroom house in Williamsburg, KY. Brandon was home, trading currencies full time from his office across the hall from our bedroom; a short commute in his robe, jammies and house shoes. I was home full time taking care of Brandon and getting taste of the full-time domestic life that I love so much.
All of that lasted until the end of May when we moved back to Warsaw, IN to work/teach at a private Christian school. We felt that it was our mission to work at the school while Brandon would continue trading, which would bring in two full time incomes, giving us a chance to save money.
The first of June we moved in with Grandma 'n Grandpa Rugs (who are divorced but still live together... just in case you are just now reading my blog. There are other posts that explain this dysfunction.. if it can truly ever be explained.), thinking we would live with them for a month at the most. We were looking to buy a house. We did not qualify for a mortgage; we looked for and found an investor, who then invested elsewhere. We looked for a co-signer...still nothing. Seven months later we are still living in the basement at G'ma 'n G'pa's.
Between September and October when the markets began to crash, we lost our investment nest of $25K. Brandon was using this money to make money for us to live off of, so basically he was "laid off." I can actually say that with a smile. I mean, let's get real. I CHOOSE to be a diamond. The more pressure there is, the more beautiful and precious I become. I refuse to let circumstance crush me. I refuse to be defeated.
John 10:10 "The Thief [Satan] comes to only to STEAL, KILL and DESTROY; I [Jesus Christ] came that they [You & Me] may have life and have it ABUNDANTLY."
So, no income from trading currencies. The school is paying about 1/3 of what was promised (which is no fault of theirs! Less students = less income for the school.. We knew this coming into it...) BUT!! BUT!! Hear me here... It just is. It is what it is. We are not bitter or angry that any of this has happened. It's just happened. Overall we are only making about 1/4 of the income that we THOUGHT we were going to make when we moved here! Crazy, huh?
Now, here is the miracle:
Our bills are always paid. We are tithing. We have a warm place to sleep. Food to eat. Cars that run. (We've been doing some serious repairs on both cars and have been able to pay cash for them both.) We were able to pay off a $1400 debt. Hackers hacked into one of our bank accounts and stole about $500 plus about $200 of over-draft charges... All has been restored and taken care of.
The Thief comes to steal, kill and destroy, but Jesus Christ came so that I can have ABUNDANT life... Though the Thief comes to hinder our financial growth, God creates miracles in our life to remind us that He takes care of us. Because if we did not belong to Him, all of this could have been much, much worse...
Arrows began pointing OUT of Warsaw...
More miracles:
I got a GOOD full time job in the Burg! Now listen to me... and listen good. Yes - I recognize that our country is experiencing "economic hard times." I hear of people being laid off right 'n left. People keep telling me that down South "jobs are scarce." HOWEVER -- hear me here... I serve a Living God! I serve a Living God who wants to PROSPER me and not to harm me, who wants to give me HOPE and a FUTURE!! (Jeremiah 29:11) I know I have His favor and he blesses us beyond measure. Therefore, I know that this job is divine. I am also believing God for a job for Brandon. If you are sceptical or cynical about him getting/find a full time job, then please keep your mouth shut. Please be sceptical in silence. The rest of you, please be in prayer about him finding a full time job down there.
Also, please be in prayer for us as Brandon and I are separated for a few months. This will NOT be fun. We hate it. But, we feel this is what has to be done to accomplish our goals at this time.
I'll be working in a dentist office doing clinical assistance and office management. I will be learning new things. I look forward to working with people and learning something that is completely different than I have ever learned before.
We plan to settle in Williamsburg. We like the quiet, small town life. Us kids who grew up in our small town fought like the dickens to get out, now... some of us fight to get back in. I'm looking forward to living close to my folks again. And, I am ready to completely settle down, save money and then start our family.
Thanks for all your love and prayers! Much love to each of you. I am soooo thankful to Facebook for reconnecting me to so many of my friends and family. I am blessed to share my life with each of you.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Ice Storm '08
This morning we woke up to the radio saying that several school systems in the area were canceled, which included our private school! We knew an ice storm was coming. The professional weather watchers have been predicting it for about two days. Yesterday at school we had our gift exchange and party refreshments, as well as exams and end of the semester last minute details to finish up. Good thing we did all that yesterday! Our kids (and their parents) blessed us with gift certificates to Starbucks, restaurants, and much more!
We are both honored! Thanks y'all!!
Brandon had to go to work today. He has a second job assisting/working with developmentally disable adults. So, he had to get out in this mess this morning; fortunately, the apartment where he works is only about a mile away! (He called to say he made it safely!! Thank you, Jesus!!) Brandon did not think the storm was that bad. (Of course when you're snuggled up in a warm, dry bed, no ice storm seems bad!!) But, once he stepped outside this morning, he said, "OH! I see why the schools are closed!!"
I'm celebrating this "Ice Day" by drinking coffee, snuggling with the cats, staying in my pajamas all day (which includes NOT wearing a bra!! Is it just me ladies, or can you agree those things are instruments of torture?...slowing cutting their wearer in half...), maybe doing some domestic chores, but only if I really feel like it... and drinking more coffee. Oh, and I might watch a chick-flick since my man will be gone all day. (The Hallmark Channel is such a girlie station! I mean, I'm a girl, but some of those Hallmark movies are oozing with so much estrogen, even I can hardly stand watching!!) And, I'll drink more coffee and browse a holiday magazine and later finish up some Christmas gifts... Sounds like a perfect day.
When I saw the car, I was a bit amazed. It looked like it had been dipped in water, then stuck in the freezer!! We let it warm up for about 20 minutes, then Brandon used his masculine, upper-body strength to chisel the ice off. It's been mostly slush. It's only 32 degrees right now, but we are suppose to get snow on top of this and the temps are suppose to drop. It could be nasty for a few days. But, I'm fine to hold up here in the basement at Grandma 'n Grandpa's for a couple days. As long as I can stay in my pajamas and drink coffee, I'm fine!!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Quiet Sunday Morning: Random thoughts.
It's hard to believe it's been over a month since my last post. It's been crazy here. We were in Bloomington, IN for a wedding a few weeks ago. Then I spent a week in KY visiting family and friends. Then back to Warsaw, school/work.. home...eat... sleep... then do it again.
I spend most of my computer-time on Facebook, which is the most ingenious networking system. For those of you not on FB (as it is abbreviated), I highly recommend it. I think it is for a more "mature" crowd than those on MySpace, which is mostly geared toward teens and music fans. Just two days ago, I had a guy contact me. I knew him in elementary school!! I had not seen or heard from him in *gulp* about 25 years!!!! And, as my "friend base" has grown to over 400 (!!), I've realized that the number of people I have come in contact with, the number of people who have been a part of my life... the number of people I have touched... Well, it's just mind boggling!!
I also want to say I am grateful to those of you who read my blog. I'm sorry it has not been kept up to date. There is so much more I would like to add, but since this is a public forum of sorts, I cannot post everything... not just yet. When you think of us or read this blog, just say a prayer for us. Our marriage is awesome. We are very healthy. So, praise God for that! But, there are other things that need prayer and attentions. Believe with us for miracles and God's divine, perfect will to be done!!
It is snowing here this morning. Big, fluffy flakes. It's quite beautiful, really. Brandon has started working a second job, and is gone - working- this morning. I'm still in my robe, reading, reflecting, writing and praying. The cats are curled up, sleeping. Tilly is in her "den" - a corner of the room with her special blanket and a basket. She alternates from the corner with the blanket, to the basket. If I listen carefully, I can hear her snoring. Mareth-Dale is curled up on a pillow next to me. Her furry, grey paw is curled over her nose, and she is sound asleep, breathing deeply. I enjoy the quiet serenity of cats. They sleep a lot, and are very calming. And, I love the fact that I don't have to take them outside to go potty, especially on a snowy day like today!!
Sometimes, when I think about blogging... I get hung up on the fact that I THINK I need pictures. I love reading other people's blogs, especially when they have pictures to illustrate what they are talking about. So, sometimes I don't blog because I think, "well, I don't have a picture for that" or "I have pictures for a great blog post, but I don't have time to upload them all and write about each of them." Enough of that. I am going to start posting more often. Even if it is random thoughts. Isn't that what a blog is? An online journal.
Tilly has shifted from the corner blanket to her basket. Mareth is still sound asleep, oblivious to my tip-tapping on the keyboard. The twitching of her feet, ears and whiskers lets me know that she is SOUND asleep, probably dreaming.. Ah, to be a cat!!
Hmmm. I suppose that's all for now. I hope all of you are well and prospering! Again, thanks for reading!
I spend most of my computer-time on Facebook, which is the most ingenious networking system. For those of you not on FB (as it is abbreviated), I highly recommend it. I think it is for a more "mature" crowd than those on MySpace, which is mostly geared toward teens and music fans. Just two days ago, I had a guy contact me. I knew him in elementary school!! I had not seen or heard from him in *gulp* about 25 years!!!! And, as my "friend base" has grown to over 400 (!!), I've realized that the number of people I have come in contact with, the number of people who have been a part of my life... the number of people I have touched... Well, it's just mind boggling!!
I also want to say I am grateful to those of you who read my blog. I'm sorry it has not been kept up to date. There is so much more I would like to add, but since this is a public forum of sorts, I cannot post everything... not just yet. When you think of us or read this blog, just say a prayer for us. Our marriage is awesome. We are very healthy. So, praise God for that! But, there are other things that need prayer and attentions. Believe with us for miracles and God's divine, perfect will to be done!!
It is snowing here this morning. Big, fluffy flakes. It's quite beautiful, really. Brandon has started working a second job, and is gone - working- this morning. I'm still in my robe, reading, reflecting, writing and praying. The cats are curled up, sleeping. Tilly is in her "den" - a corner of the room with her special blanket and a basket. She alternates from the corner with the blanket, to the basket. If I listen carefully, I can hear her snoring. Mareth-Dale is curled up on a pillow next to me. Her furry, grey paw is curled over her nose, and she is sound asleep, breathing deeply. I enjoy the quiet serenity of cats. They sleep a lot, and are very calming. And, I love the fact that I don't have to take them outside to go potty, especially on a snowy day like today!!
Sometimes, when I think about blogging... I get hung up on the fact that I THINK I need pictures. I love reading other people's blogs, especially when they have pictures to illustrate what they are talking about. So, sometimes I don't blog because I think, "well, I don't have a picture for that" or "I have pictures for a great blog post, but I don't have time to upload them all and write about each of them." Enough of that. I am going to start posting more often. Even if it is random thoughts. Isn't that what a blog is? An online journal.
Tilly has shifted from the corner blanket to her basket. Mareth is still sound asleep, oblivious to my tip-tapping on the keyboard. The twitching of her feet, ears and whiskers lets me know that she is SOUND asleep, probably dreaming.. Ah, to be a cat!!
Hmmm. I suppose that's all for now. I hope all of you are well and prospering! Again, thanks for reading!
Friday, October 24, 2008
Autumn Rain.
This is the "West Wing", or the new addition to mom 'n dad's house. They have had this wing now for about 4 years or so. It's my favorite place in the house; the porch swing is my favorite spot outside. Presently I am sitting at this table blogging... journaling. I've journaled all my life. (Funny how we take nouns and make them into verbs: journal = jouraled/-ing; Google = Googled/go Google; blog = am/is/are/was/were blogging... etc.) I have a tiny red jouranl from when I was in elementary school, where I professed my undying love for Brad Taylor. Brad, if you read this, I love you, man and wish you well; but, honestly, I'm glad I did NOT marry you! I've kept travel journals that have wonderful accounts of events that happened while I was traveling to and from Australia. I have written in journals that I titled "Letters to My Husband", which is full of entries from when I was single and waiting for him, telling him what is going on in my life and that I love him even before we had met. (I gave those to him as a wedding gift. Being a girl, I thought he'd want to read every single page and soak up the fact that I loved him for years and years before we married. He's read a few entries here 'n there. Ahhh. Love is good! ha! Eh, it was cheap therapy!)
We've been here at ma 'n pa's since Monday night of this week. It has been a much needed retreat! It's such a haven out here. They live in a log cabin on 20 acres of land. Daddy's got goats 'n chickens 'n sheep, oh my! It's quiet and peaceful. Truly a retreat!
It has quite literally rained all day long today. Brandon and I have both spent the day out here in the West Wing lounging, napping, and computer-ing. The picture below is in the West Wing; where I am sitting at the table, this scene is to my left, so I am actually facing Brandon as he sits in our leather recliner. (Mom 'n dad are keeping our couch and chair for us while we are away.)
The picture above shows rain on my mom's Trailblazer. And, the picture below is my brother Luke's jeep. It's shiny because it is wet from the rain! Did I mention that it has rained all day? Actually I'm not complaining one bit. The West Wing has a metal roof. The rain has truly been melodious and soothing, no wonder I took a 2 hour nap on that red couch!
My favorite spot: the porch swing.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Field Trip & Grandpa (Highs & Lows)
We took our students on a "mandatory" Fun-Day Field Trip. We went to Ft. Wayne to the Anchor Room Book Store, Fazoli's restaurant and to the dollar theater to see Kung Fu Panda, which was a hoot! Skadoosh!
Lucas played classical music! It was wonderful!
The ladies working in the book store said
they wanted to hire him to add some class to the store!
Our kids were great! The enjoyed a much earned "free-day" to chill out and enjoy their accomplishments! 63% of our kids have all A's and B's!! We are sooo proud of them!!
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We had a bit of a scare with Grandpa tonight. He was having issues with his sugar levels. We could not tell if he was slipping into a coma or if he was having a stroke. We called 911. A fire truck showed up; the fire fighters are trained for EMT and were the first on the scene. Then the ambulance showed up. He was looking much better as they took him on the gurney and loaded him up in the ambulance. Grandma, Theresa and Jack (Brandon's folks) went to the hospital with him so that he could be checked out. We now have word that his sugar levels have been stabilized and he is coming home. It was quite a scare. I am so glad that Brandon and I are here so that we can help. Grandma works herself into a tizzy. It was good that both of us were so calm and level headed. Thanks for your prayers!!
Sunday, October 5, 2008
From the Funny Farm
Saturday mornings are my favorite mornings. I get to sleep-in, lay around in my pajamas all day, and watch cartoons. Yesterday morning Brandon got up early, so I had the WHOLE bed to myself to stretch out and snuggle under the covers. I was just heading back to a second round of REM sleep when the following boisterous conversation woke me up with a start:
Grandpa: It won't kick on at 76.
Grandma: What's the problem?
Grandpa: What?
Grandma: I SAID, WHAT'S THE PROBLEM??
(...which was being YELLED just outside my very thin door...)
G'pa: Oh. Ah, well, I think the problem is in the thermostat.
G'ma: What?
G'pa: I THINK THE PROBLEM IS IN THE THERMOSTAT!
G'ma: What's the matter?
G'pa: It's not kicking on at 76.
G'ma: Should I call the repair guy?
G'pa: What?
G'ma: SHOULD I CALL THE REPAIR GUY?!?
G'pa: I don't want to pay some guy to fix it!
G'ma: Well, then what should we do?
G'pa: WHAT?
G'ma: THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO ABOUT IT???
G'pa: I guess I'll have to call the repair guy.
Yes, I was laying in bed trying to stifle my giggles.
Grandma calls the repair guy and he shows up at 10:30. (Right in the middle of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles...) He checks the furnace in the basement, where we were watching cartoons. He seemed like a competent man, probably has been fixing furnaces for 10 years or more. We had a chit-chat about Kentucky; he has family from there, around the Richmond and Renfro Valley area. He then goes back up stairs. Grandpa proceeds to tell the repair guy that the problem is in the thermostat. The guy checks it. Grandpa's voice gets gruff and he insists that the issue is in the thermostat. The heat will kick on if it is set to 72, but not if it is set to 76. The repair guy said it takes a bit before it will kick on, but Grandpa insists. The guy calls his boss. The guy leaves, then eventually comes back. Badda-boo, badda-bing, new thermostat.
Grandpa: I don't get any pleasure in tellin' a guy how to do his job.
Yeah, right. Grandpa LOOKS for problems, finds them, then enjoys telling people how to fix them, where to go, what to do...all the while arguing and ranting and raving.
The story does not end here.
I had been out shopping during the afternoon. (Goodwill had a 50% off sale day. And I found a formal dress at Elder-Beerman's; the original price was $140, and I got it for $10.69. I should have bought a Lottery ticket yesterday, but since I don't buy'em, why start now...) I came home and the house was HOT. Hot and stuffy. Grandpa is very sensative to heat and cold. I'm not sure if it is his ailments or if he just likes to make a big deal and fuss about the tempature; I presume it's a bit of both with a heavy helping of the latter. As I unloaded my purchases, this is what I heard him to say.
G'pa: It's too hot. I'm gonna turn on the air conditioning.
I decended the stairs into the basement to find my huband on the desk top computer. Brandon said, "Did I just hear Grandpa say he is going to turn on the air conditioning??"
"Yes, that is what you heard, " I replied.
"Am I the only one who sees the irony in that? " he laughed.
I commented, "No, not the only one." We laughed and laughed. Then Brandon said,
"Welcome to the Funny Farm."
Grandpa: It won't kick on at 76.
Grandma: What's the problem?
Grandpa: What?
Grandma: I SAID, WHAT'S THE PROBLEM??
(...which was being YELLED just outside my very thin door...)
G'pa: Oh. Ah, well, I think the problem is in the thermostat.
G'ma: What?
G'pa: I THINK THE PROBLEM IS IN THE THERMOSTAT!
G'ma: What's the matter?
G'pa: It's not kicking on at 76.
G'ma: Should I call the repair guy?
G'pa: What?
G'ma: SHOULD I CALL THE REPAIR GUY?!?
G'pa: I don't want to pay some guy to fix it!
G'ma: Well, then what should we do?
G'pa: WHAT?
G'ma: THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO ABOUT IT???
G'pa: I guess I'll have to call the repair guy.
Yes, I was laying in bed trying to stifle my giggles.
Grandma calls the repair guy and he shows up at 10:30. (Right in the middle of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles...) He checks the furnace in the basement, where we were watching cartoons. He seemed like a competent man, probably has been fixing furnaces for 10 years or more. We had a chit-chat about Kentucky; he has family from there, around the Richmond and Renfro Valley area. He then goes back up stairs. Grandpa proceeds to tell the repair guy that the problem is in the thermostat. The guy checks it. Grandpa's voice gets gruff and he insists that the issue is in the thermostat. The heat will kick on if it is set to 72, but not if it is set to 76. The repair guy said it takes a bit before it will kick on, but Grandpa insists. The guy calls his boss. The guy leaves, then eventually comes back. Badda-boo, badda-bing, new thermostat.
Grandpa: I don't get any pleasure in tellin' a guy how to do his job.
Yeah, right. Grandpa LOOKS for problems, finds them, then enjoys telling people how to fix them, where to go, what to do...all the while arguing and ranting and raving.
The story does not end here.
I had been out shopping during the afternoon. (Goodwill had a 50% off sale day. And I found a formal dress at Elder-Beerman's; the original price was $140, and I got it for $10.69. I should have bought a Lottery ticket yesterday, but since I don't buy'em, why start now...) I came home and the house was HOT. Hot and stuffy. Grandpa is very sensative to heat and cold. I'm not sure if it is his ailments or if he just likes to make a big deal and fuss about the tempature; I presume it's a bit of both with a heavy helping of the latter. As I unloaded my purchases, this is what I heard him to say.
G'pa: It's too hot. I'm gonna turn on the air conditioning.
I decended the stairs into the basement to find my huband on the desk top computer. Brandon said, "Did I just hear Grandpa say he is going to turn on the air conditioning??"
"Yes, that is what you heard, " I replied.
"Am I the only one who sees the irony in that? " he laughed.
I commented, "No, not the only one." We laughed and laughed. Then Brandon said,
"Welcome to the Funny Farm."
Monday, September 29, 2008
Randon Kid Conversations
I have always loved being a teacher. Teaching is in my blood. Being a TEACHER is not only what I do, it is who I am.
I love random kid conversations. So far, I have had two really funny random kid conversations:
In English class with my Fantastic Four Freshmen, we were discussing grammar, when to use a colon and a comma when writing a letter. When writing a formal letter, one should use a colon after the greeting. After I shared this with students, I gave this example: (note the colon...)
"Students, use a colon after you use such greetings as 'Dear Sir or Madame:' or 'To Whom It May Concern. '"
*Larry pipes up and says, "or 'You People:'"
I laughed so hard I almost fell out of my chair!!
then after lunch...
*Liberty was discussing using air freshener after one goes "poo" in the restroom. She said that if it is an apple scent, it smells like "someone just pooped an apple." I laughed soooo hard. I have often thought that many air fresheners do not truly cover up the poo smell. Then I said, some air fresheners smell like some one just pooped a tropical breeze... and of course there was another round of laughter, as we each began to come up with the next funniest poop smell.
Ahhh, yes.. I love teaching.
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*I have changed students' names to protect the guilty... er innocent, that is.. ha.
I love random kid conversations. So far, I have had two really funny random kid conversations:
In English class with my Fantastic Four Freshmen, we were discussing grammar, when to use a colon and a comma when writing a letter. When writing a formal letter, one should use a colon after the greeting. After I shared this with students, I gave this example: (note the colon...)
"Students, use a colon after you use such greetings as 'Dear Sir or Madame:' or 'To Whom It May Concern. '"
*Larry pipes up and says, "or 'You People:'"
I laughed so hard I almost fell out of my chair!!
then after lunch...
*Liberty was discussing using air freshener after one goes "poo" in the restroom. She said that if it is an apple scent, it smells like "someone just pooped an apple." I laughed soooo hard. I have often thought that many air fresheners do not truly cover up the poo smell. Then I said, some air fresheners smell like some one just pooped a tropical breeze... and of course there was another round of laughter, as we each began to come up with the next funniest poop smell.
Ahhh, yes.. I love teaching.
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*I have changed students' names to protect the guilty... er innocent, that is.. ha.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
My Cinna-Bun.
Last Saturday Brandon and I decided to get out for an Indiana countryside drive. We started out headed to Nappanee which is about 25 minutes from here, north by northwest. When we got there, nothing was going on; we drove through the town in two minutes, then decided that we'd rather head over to Shipshewana, which was in the exact opposite direction and about an hour away. But, what the hay! We were out mainly to just be out. The sun was shining, the breeze was cool, and the Amish were out in droves! Brandon drove, I rode shot-gun, and we chatted, enjoying the view. Black Amish buggies clip-clopped along the side of the road, baring their safety orange triangle. The "shoulder" of the road is used as a buggy lane, which we called the "poo" lane. Much horse poo covered both shoulders, signifying much buggy activity. We laughed about the poo lane, and taking Poo Avenue into town. A couple times we saw two young Amish girls in a small rig pulled by a loyal pony. They were so cute as they reigned the pony into the poo lane; the pony trotting along, doing its duty proudly. (Not realizing he is an Amish pony and that trotting proudly is a sin.) The countryside was beautiful. Farm after farm. The Amish homes are easily reccognizable. They do not have electrical wires running to the house, and they have paddocks with big, Belgin work horses; several paddocks had foals.
In Shipshewana there is a store called E & S Sales, a bulk food store that has wonderfully delicious spices, flours, cheeses, butter, bacon, baking supplies, etc. So we decided to stop by there and pick up a few items, since we were in the neighborhood. We arrived at 4:30, they closed at 4:00! Bummer. There is a well-known restaurant, hotel, and shopping plaza know as Das Dutchman Essenhaus or "Essen-house", as we "English" call it. ("English" is what the Amish call the non-Amish.) The food there is wonderful!! and is reasonably priced, but the parking lot was full. So, instead of wading through the crowd, we decided to patron a small restaruant called The 5 & 20. (I could not find a weblink for this one...) Brandon wanted pie, good Amish pie. I am not much of a pie eater. I prefer cake, but as I skimmed over the menu I saw they had cinnamon rolls. I was thinking Pilsbury size, you know, the ones that come out of the can, you unroll, slap on the baking sheet and bake. But, oh no! Not in Amishland. To my surprise and delight, the server, a modern "English" woman with long, curly auburn hair and bright green eyes, set the colassal, awe-inspiring cinnamon roll in front of me. The aroma of its buttery goodness intoxicated my senses. Immediately I was enveloped in its yeasty spell. It was served on a small plate, making the treat look even larger! Right then and there I made a decision: Yes, I WILL eat all of this. I enjoyed every sweet, yeasty-cinnamon-butter-filled bite. I made soft "yummmm" humming sounds as I chewed and washed it down with the perfect cup of coffee. A couple of the Amish servers looked at me oddly, then seemed relieved to know I was a married woman.
Our day out was well worth the drive.
Beware. Pictures of the cinnamon roll are included in this post. Be fore-warned that these picutres will cause you to drool.
(Yes, I find it ironic that I was able to find internet weblinks to Amish stores and restaurants...)
In Shipshewana there is a store called E & S Sales, a bulk food store that has wonderfully delicious spices, flours, cheeses, butter, bacon, baking supplies, etc. So we decided to stop by there and pick up a few items, since we were in the neighborhood. We arrived at 4:30, they closed at 4:00! Bummer. There is a well-known restaurant, hotel, and shopping plaza know as Das Dutchman Essenhaus or "Essen-house", as we "English" call it. ("English" is what the Amish call the non-Amish.) The food there is wonderful!! and is reasonably priced, but the parking lot was full. So, instead of wading through the crowd, we decided to patron a small restaruant called The 5 & 20. (I could not find a weblink for this one...) Brandon wanted pie, good Amish pie. I am not much of a pie eater. I prefer cake, but as I skimmed over the menu I saw they had cinnamon rolls. I was thinking Pilsbury size, you know, the ones that come out of the can, you unroll, slap on the baking sheet and bake. But, oh no! Not in Amishland. To my surprise and delight, the server, a modern "English" woman with long, curly auburn hair and bright green eyes, set the colassal, awe-inspiring cinnamon roll in front of me. The aroma of its buttery goodness intoxicated my senses. Immediately I was enveloped in its yeasty spell. It was served on a small plate, making the treat look even larger! Right then and there I made a decision: Yes, I WILL eat all of this. I enjoyed every sweet, yeasty-cinnamon-butter-filled bite. I made soft "yummmm" humming sounds as I chewed and washed it down with the perfect cup of coffee. A couple of the Amish servers looked at me oddly, then seemed relieved to know I was a married woman.
Our day out was well worth the drive.
Beware. Pictures of the cinnamon roll are included in this post. Be fore-warned that these picutres will cause you to drool.
(Yes, I find it ironic that I was able to find internet weblinks to Amish stores and restaurants...)
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Decisions, decisions
Sometimes I don't like being a grown-up. Making those hard decision is just no fun. But, we have sorted our priorities, and we "Boot-Strap" Wilhites have pulled ourselves up by our proverbial boot-straps and are marching forward!
Those hard decisions include:
1. Continuing to live with Grandma & Grandpa until spring or even next summer. Rents are sky high, and at present, buying a house is out of the equation. Living here is quite comfortable. We mostly hang out in the basement, entertained by a large big screen TV with losts of comfy couch space. Oh, and did I mention Grandma fixes dinner every night! Mareth-Dale & Tilly are quite comfy and occasionally they grace Grandpa with sitting in his lap, which we believe he secretly likes.
2. Brandon is planning to get another job, in addition to teaching. We love teaching at the school, but it does NOT pay nearly enough to live off of. For now, trading has been put on the warm back-burner. As many of you have seen in the news, the economy and markets are NUTS. We were hit pretty hard, but are faring much better than some. I am proud of Brandon's gallant efforts to keep our boat afloat!
Those are the main two decisions. I have not updated in awhile, due to the fact that we have been battling these decisions in full battle armor, including flaming arrows, swords and shields. We have a few wounds healing and some battle scars, but we are, of course, rising VICTORIOUS!!
For now, I am out of metaphors... so, I'll close this entry. More soon.
Those hard decisions include:
1. Continuing to live with Grandma & Grandpa until spring or even next summer. Rents are sky high, and at present, buying a house is out of the equation. Living here is quite comfortable. We mostly hang out in the basement, entertained by a large big screen TV with losts of comfy couch space. Oh, and did I mention Grandma fixes dinner every night! Mareth-Dale & Tilly are quite comfy and occasionally they grace Grandpa with sitting in his lap, which we believe he secretly likes.
2. Brandon is planning to get another job, in addition to teaching. We love teaching at the school, but it does NOT pay nearly enough to live off of. For now, trading has been put on the warm back-burner. As many of you have seen in the news, the economy and markets are NUTS. We were hit pretty hard, but are faring much better than some. I am proud of Brandon's gallant efforts to keep our boat afloat!
Those are the main two decisions. I have not updated in awhile, due to the fact that we have been battling these decisions in full battle armor, including flaming arrows, swords and shields. We have a few wounds healing and some battle scars, but we are, of course, rising VICTORIOUS!!
For now, I am out of metaphors... so, I'll close this entry. More soon.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
My Space.
My last post was about contentment. And, yes... I have felt contentment. It's my husband who is ready for his own space... and I agree. I do miss my space. And, I miss my stuff. Most of all I miss my bed. Our king-size, pillow-top bed. Ahhh. Just thinking about it makes me feel sleepy and cozy. I miss my dishes. Funny, huh? But, I do. One might think that a plate is a plate, but I would beg to differ. Grandma has Fiesta ware, multi-colored dishes... each dish and bowl a different color. I miss my Blue Willow, and Mosaic Fruit. I prefer my reds, blues and yellows... I miss my clothes. Yesterday afternoon was sunny with a cool breeze. This morning it was 54 degrees. Fall is in the air, and that coolness reminds me that all my "warm" clothes are down South. Hopefully our things will make it this way very soon. Most of all though, I miss having my own kitchen, and making "our" food. There are certain meals I fix that we have missed: artichoke feta penne, boneless hot wings, tomatoes lightly stuffed with blue cheese and fresh basil, quesadillas, etc.... I miss cooking. Grandma cooks dinner every night. Grandpa is on a strict schedule due to medications and diabetes, so he fixes himself breakfast and lunch, then she cooks dinner. I was trying to fix us separate stuff, trying to eat healthier, but it was too much work and trying to cook around each other did not work for Grandma 'n me. So, I bowed out.
We are ready for our very own space. We are still praying and believing God for the Chestnut House, but only God Himself knows how soon that will come. Until then I have decided to actively pursue apartment hunting after the Labor Day holiday.
OH! I got a brand-spankin' new lap top of my very own!! It's mine, my own, my precious.... Since I have my own lap top, I will now be able to blog more often! Whoo hooo! I got a Compaq Presario at Staples; it was under $500! It does every thing I need it to do.... wireless 'net access, movies, music, drive for photo card reader... 2 GB of memory... Good stuff! I am really excited! I can even start one of those books that is floating around in my head!
We are ready for our very own space. We are still praying and believing God for the Chestnut House, but only God Himself knows how soon that will come. Until then I have decided to actively pursue apartment hunting after the Labor Day holiday.
OH! I got a brand-spankin' new lap top of my very own!! It's mine, my own, my precious.... Since I have my own lap top, I will now be able to blog more often! Whoo hooo! I got a Compaq Presario at Staples; it was under $500! It does every thing I need it to do.... wireless 'net access, movies, music, drive for photo card reader... 2 GB of memory... Good stuff! I am really excited! I can even start one of those books that is floating around in my head!
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Contentment.
For some of you, this might be a "boring" post (Erik! ha!), but for others, my faithful fans (yes, that makes me giggle) you can continue to keep up with us and what is going on here in our universe.
This week has been a unique week for me. (Unique week, say that five times really fast...) I have felt contentment, calmness, happiness... peace. And, yes.. I have felt that in the midst of living with Grandma & Grandpa! I have felt that in the midst of not cooking in my own kitchen... I have felt contentment despite the fact that most all of my worldly possessions are in Kentucky and I am living in Indiana!! I have felt contentment despite the fact that at times my flesh cries out for complete quiet and privacy. I feel peace and a calmness in my spirit, like I am in a small john-boat in the middle of a large body of water. My boat is not rocking, but resting quietly on the water, yet when I look out, I can see dark clouds, rain and harsh winds. Peace.
I'm not sure how long we will continue to live her with g'ma & g'pa. But, I have resigned myself.. accepted the fact.... feel peace about living here as long as we need to. I really do believe that g'ma & g'pa enjoy having us here. I've tried to "earn my keep" as I tell Grandma. I help keep things clean, iron Grandma's clothes, vacuum, do dishes... When Grandma askes me what I'm doing, I always reply, "I'm earnin' my keep." She says, "You don't have to do that." And I reply, "Yeah, I know. If I HAD to, I probably wouldn't." So far, things really are good...
As far as house hunting goes, or house purchasing.... Well, this week I mailed a letter. It was a letter I felt I had to write and mail, from Brandon and me both. I am hoping it will "stir the pot" as far as finding a co-signer. I will not post details about this letter, or who it was to, etc., due to privacy and propriety, but... If something happens/we buy our house because if it... I'll let you know. Again, not the who's or what's, but that it would be a HUUUGE God-thing if it really did set things into motion. Ok, I know that was all vague, but again, we are praying for a believing God for miracles!!
OH! I got my very own lap top!! I am very excited! And, because I now have access to my very own lap top and I do not have to wait for the weekends or other times to "steal away" at the desk top or Brandon's lap top.... I hope to post more, write more humor columns and post more pictures! So, we'll see how this goes! So far, so good!!
This week has been a unique week for me. (Unique week, say that five times really fast...) I have felt contentment, calmness, happiness... peace. And, yes.. I have felt that in the midst of living with Grandma & Grandpa! I have felt that in the midst of not cooking in my own kitchen... I have felt contentment despite the fact that most all of my worldly possessions are in Kentucky and I am living in Indiana!! I have felt contentment despite the fact that at times my flesh cries out for complete quiet and privacy. I feel peace and a calmness in my spirit, like I am in a small john-boat in the middle of a large body of water. My boat is not rocking, but resting quietly on the water, yet when I look out, I can see dark clouds, rain and harsh winds. Peace.
I'm not sure how long we will continue to live her with g'ma & g'pa. But, I have resigned myself.. accepted the fact.... feel peace about living here as long as we need to. I really do believe that g'ma & g'pa enjoy having us here. I've tried to "earn my keep" as I tell Grandma. I help keep things clean, iron Grandma's clothes, vacuum, do dishes... When Grandma askes me what I'm doing, I always reply, "I'm earnin' my keep." She says, "You don't have to do that." And I reply, "Yeah, I know. If I HAD to, I probably wouldn't." So far, things really are good...
As far as house hunting goes, or house purchasing.... Well, this week I mailed a letter. It was a letter I felt I had to write and mail, from Brandon and me both. I am hoping it will "stir the pot" as far as finding a co-signer. I will not post details about this letter, or who it was to, etc., due to privacy and propriety, but... If something happens/we buy our house because if it... I'll let you know. Again, not the who's or what's, but that it would be a HUUUGE God-thing if it really did set things into motion. Ok, I know that was all vague, but again, we are praying for a believing God for miracles!!
OH! I got my very own lap top!! I am very excited! And, because I now have access to my very own lap top and I do not have to wait for the weekends or other times to "steal away" at the desk top or Brandon's lap top.... I hope to post more, write more humor columns and post more pictures! So, we'll see how this goes! So far, so good!!
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
To SEE a Who..
Living here with Grandma and Grandpa keeps us laughing. The following is a true account with minimal embellishments:
One morning I sat on the porch enjoying my cup of Grandma's strong coffee, making a mental note about how I don't like coffee grounds in my coffee, and enjoying a cool summer breeze. The living room window was open, and I heard the following exchange:
G'ma (obviously had her purse over her shoulder): I'm taking the [grand] kids to the movie.
G'pa: Where are you going?
G'ma: I'm taking the little guys to see "Horton *SEES a Who!"
G'pa: WHAT?
G'ma: I'M TAKING THE LITTLE GUYS TO SEE "HORTON SEES A WHO"!!
G'pa: Going to the movie, huh? What are you going to see?
G'ma: HORTON SEES A WHO!!!!!
I could then hear her stomp off mumbling insults under her breath like Kreacher, the disgruntled house elf from Harry Potter.
G'pa: What'd I say?
They could give Abbott and Costello a run for their money.
By the end of this exchange, I was shaking so hard from stifling my giggle fit that I had to set my coffee mug down and cover my mouth with both hands. I heard Grandma coming outside. I collected myself as best I could. She came outside on the porch, purse over her shoulder, just as I predicted. I said with a straight face,
"Where are you going?"
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* Yes, she said SEES, not HEARS. My 5 year old nephew said how could you SEE a Who. That's the point of the movie. Whos cannot be seen. And, if you were wondering why she is going to the movie in the morning... during the summer our local movie theater shows free second run movies once a week for kids.
One morning I sat on the porch enjoying my cup of Grandma's strong coffee, making a mental note about how I don't like coffee grounds in my coffee, and enjoying a cool summer breeze. The living room window was open, and I heard the following exchange:
G'ma (obviously had her purse over her shoulder): I'm taking the [grand] kids to the movie.
G'pa: Where are you going?
G'ma: I'm taking the little guys to see "Horton *SEES a Who!"
G'pa: WHAT?
G'ma: I'M TAKING THE LITTLE GUYS TO SEE "HORTON SEES A WHO"!!
G'pa: Going to the movie, huh? What are you going to see?
G'ma: HORTON SEES A WHO!!!!!
I could then hear her stomp off mumbling insults under her breath like Kreacher, the disgruntled house elf from Harry Potter.
G'pa: What'd I say?
They could give Abbott and Costello a run for their money.
By the end of this exchange, I was shaking so hard from stifling my giggle fit that I had to set my coffee mug down and cover my mouth with both hands. I heard Grandma coming outside. I collected myself as best I could. She came outside on the porch, purse over her shoulder, just as I predicted. I said with a straight face,
"Where are you going?"
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* Yes, she said SEES, not HEARS. My 5 year old nephew said how could you SEE a Who. That's the point of the movie. Whos cannot be seen. And, if you were wondering why she is going to the movie in the morning... during the summer our local movie theater shows free second run movies once a week for kids.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Pure update.
I can't believe it's been about 3 weeks since my last blog update/post. It has been a really really really crazy few weeks, and when it has come to trying to type/write down my thoughts and goings-on, I have not been able to focus long enough to articulate.
Much has happened. I plan to make this as precise as I can.
July 28 we went to the town council meeting about getting the variance for the 1500 Chestnut Street house in Winona Lake. We needed to get the variance to turn the single family home into a multi-family home so we can rent out the two bedroom apartment in the basement, thus helping with the mortgage, renovations, etc. We were told by EVERYONE that we would NOT get the variance. Many people have tried. All have failed. However, we have favor with God and man. WE GOT THE VARIANCE! We were elated!! We felt victory!! We celebrated with hamburgers from DQ!
Then...
We got home late. Brandon checked his email. Our investor bought a different property, so we are left without any financing. Again, we cannot get a mortgage at this time b/c Brandon has only been working for himself for a year and a half, so our debt to income ratio is too high, thus... no mortgage. Now we felt defeated, of sorts. We have this variance in our hip pocket, yet cannot do anything about purchasing this home!
Now...
We seek a co-signer. A business partner. Our name has to be on the deed, due to the stipulations of the variance. We seek a business partner to co-sign with us, then... down the road when the equity has built up, we will split the equity with the co-signer/business partner 50-50. No cash is required from the co-signer. To me, it's a no-brainer. It is a business deal, and we believe we will find a business partner...
Yet..
Until then, we wait.
So, the house hunting is at stalemate at this time. However, I still believe the Chestnut St. house is ours... it's just a matter of time.
Also, the weather has been really cool this week and reminds us that our fall/winter clothes are in storage in KY. Not sure what to do about that just yet. But, Goodwill comes to mind.
School starts on Friday, August 15th. That is just weird. Starting on a Friday. Has anyone ever STARTED anything on a Friday? Brandon will be teaching at MCA full time; I'll be part time on Mondays only, until we get more students. Meanwhile, I am looking for part time work.
All is well living with the grandparents. They keep us laughing. Tilly and Mareth-Dale have settled in and seem to be enjoying themselves. Tilly still avoids Grandpa. His booming voice saying, "What are you doing, cat?" Tilly looks at him wild-eyed, like he is a monster... then she scurries away to hide under the bed or under the stairs.
Thanks to all who pray for us! We love all y'all and appreciate your thoughts, prayers, and friendship!
I am hoping and planning to write more articles like "The Miracle Suit." Many of you said you really enjoyed the humor and a good giggle, which encourages me find the humor in all of this! ha!
Much has happened. I plan to make this as precise as I can.
July 28 we went to the town council meeting about getting the variance for the 1500 Chestnut Street house in Winona Lake. We needed to get the variance to turn the single family home into a multi-family home so we can rent out the two bedroom apartment in the basement, thus helping with the mortgage, renovations, etc. We were told by EVERYONE that we would NOT get the variance. Many people have tried. All have failed. However, we have favor with God and man. WE GOT THE VARIANCE! We were elated!! We felt victory!! We celebrated with hamburgers from DQ!
Then...
We got home late. Brandon checked his email. Our investor bought a different property, so we are left without any financing. Again, we cannot get a mortgage at this time b/c Brandon has only been working for himself for a year and a half, so our debt to income ratio is too high, thus... no mortgage. Now we felt defeated, of sorts. We have this variance in our hip pocket, yet cannot do anything about purchasing this home!
Now...
We seek a co-signer. A business partner. Our name has to be on the deed, due to the stipulations of the variance. We seek a business partner to co-sign with us, then... down the road when the equity has built up, we will split the equity with the co-signer/business partner 50-50. No cash is required from the co-signer. To me, it's a no-brainer. It is a business deal, and we believe we will find a business partner...
Yet..
Until then, we wait.
So, the house hunting is at stalemate at this time. However, I still believe the Chestnut St. house is ours... it's just a matter of time.
Also, the weather has been really cool this week and reminds us that our fall/winter clothes are in storage in KY. Not sure what to do about that just yet. But, Goodwill comes to mind.
School starts on Friday, August 15th. That is just weird. Starting on a Friday. Has anyone ever STARTED anything on a Friday? Brandon will be teaching at MCA full time; I'll be part time on Mondays only, until we get more students. Meanwhile, I am looking for part time work.
All is well living with the grandparents. They keep us laughing. Tilly and Mareth-Dale have settled in and seem to be enjoying themselves. Tilly still avoids Grandpa. His booming voice saying, "What are you doing, cat?" Tilly looks at him wild-eyed, like he is a monster... then she scurries away to hide under the bed or under the stairs.
Thanks to all who pray for us! We love all y'all and appreciate your thoughts, prayers, and friendship!
I am hoping and planning to write more articles like "The Miracle Suit." Many of you said you really enjoyed the humor and a good giggle, which encourages me find the humor in all of this! ha!
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Miracle Suit Info.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
The Miracle Suit.
The whole family has decided to visit a water park on Sunday. So, I spent 3 hours today trying on swim suits. It's been at least 6 years since I bought a swim suit. And since my last purchase, the swim suits have gotten smaller, and the lighting in the fitting rooms has gotten worse. Has anyone else noticed the poor lighting, or is it just me? Personally, I think the lighting should be on the floor, and light my bum from the ground up. Yes, that's what I said. Ponder that.
Of course I spent two hours trying on swim suits at Wal-Mart. The clearance rack and I became really good friends. It handed me the pink string bikini and we are having coffee together on Friday. My last shopping stop was a department store where the designer suits were on sale 50-60% off, which means they were still expensive. After a long time trying on bikinis, tankinis, two pieces, three pieces (it had a skirt), swim shorts, skirts and tank tops, I found a one-piece. I check the tag. It claimed to hold me in, shrink my body down a size or two, lift my boobs, shrink my butt, make my arms look toned, and make me look 10 years younger. I looked at the price tag. Oh my. Even at 50% off it was almost three times what I had budgeted in my head for a suit. But, with all those promises, I had to try it on. I took the one-piece miracle suit into the fitting room. I stripped down, again making a mental note about designing floor lighting for fitting rooms and making my first million. Right leg. Left leg. Shimmy up. Pull. Tug. Right arm. Left arm. Shimmy, adjust. Oh my. Suddenly, the floor lighting seemed to get better. I looked younger. My butt was smaller. My boobs were bigger. My arms looked toned. I think I even felt it messaging my shoulders.
You can't put a price on that.
Budget. What budget. Suddenly I began to rationalize spending more money than I planned. Then, the corners of my mouth crept into a grin. The grin broke into a full fledged, ear to ear smile. While standing there with my hands on my hips admiring my new body, outloud I said, "Thank you, George W." We had just deposited our economic stimulus check into our account. So, needless to say, that department store miracle went home with me.
Of course I spent two hours trying on swim suits at Wal-Mart. The clearance rack and I became really good friends. It handed me the pink string bikini and we are having coffee together on Friday. My last shopping stop was a department store where the designer suits were on sale 50-60% off, which means they were still expensive. After a long time trying on bikinis, tankinis, two pieces, three pieces (it had a skirt), swim shorts, skirts and tank tops, I found a one-piece. I check the tag. It claimed to hold me in, shrink my body down a size or two, lift my boobs, shrink my butt, make my arms look toned, and make me look 10 years younger. I looked at the price tag. Oh my. Even at 50% off it was almost three times what I had budgeted in my head for a suit. But, with all those promises, I had to try it on. I took the one-piece miracle suit into the fitting room. I stripped down, again making a mental note about designing floor lighting for fitting rooms and making my first million. Right leg. Left leg. Shimmy up. Pull. Tug. Right arm. Left arm. Shimmy, adjust. Oh my. Suddenly, the floor lighting seemed to get better. I looked younger. My butt was smaller. My boobs were bigger. My arms looked toned. I think I even felt it messaging my shoulders.
You can't put a price on that.
Budget. What budget. Suddenly I began to rationalize spending more money than I planned. Then, the corners of my mouth crept into a grin. The grin broke into a full fledged, ear to ear smile. While standing there with my hands on my hips admiring my new body, outloud I said, "Thank you, George W." We had just deposited our economic stimulus check into our account. So, needless to say, that department store miracle went home with me.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Limbo Daze.
Therefore I say to you, ALL things for which you pray and ask, BELIEVE that you have received them, and they will be granted you.
Mark 11:24
Mark 11:24
The Lord open for you His good storehouse, the HEAVENS, to give rain to your land in its season and to bless all the work of your hand; and you shall lend to many nations, but you shall not borrow.
Deuteronomy 28:12
'For I know the plans that I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'
Jeremiah 29:11
Behold, I do something new; Now it will spring forth; Will you not be aware of it? I will even make a roadway in the wilderness, RIVERS IN THE DESERT. Isaiah 43:19
Deuteronomy 28:12
'For I know the plans that I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'
Jeremiah 29:11
Behold, I do something new; Now it will spring forth; Will you not be aware of it? I will even make a roadway in the wilderness, RIVERS IN THE DESERT. Isaiah 43:19
If you just read those scriptures, read them again. And, then read them again. After about the third time, you will see a pattern. The repetition of God's assurance of prosperity, that He is with us... blesses what we put our hands to... He has a future for us... He is doing something new... AND, He makes RIVERS in the desert! I preface this blog entry by saying all of that first, mainly because I need to be reminded. Sometimes daily.
It feels as if we are in a weird limbo. Here we are living with grandparents, which I thought would only last a month at the most; it's going on 6 weeks now. We are looking for a house to buy. It is a buyer's market, but the sellers have not met with reality, so most houses are over priced. We've found a house, yet again, but it will take time to see if we can even make an offer. (We are making sure that we can rent out the basement apartment with the blessings of the city of Winona Lake. Brandon has to ask for a variance, which he can do before he buys...notify neighbors of possible changes; they don't have to like it, just be notified...The city council does not meet until the end of this month.) It is taking time, much time. Meanwhile back in grandma's basement (which is where our office is), I've been calling about renting apartments. We estimate we would only need to rent an apartment for 4 to 6 months at the most. Hardly anybody wants to rent to people with cats, no matter how much I tell them our cats are well behaved and well cared for. If they do rent short term and allow pets, the cost is outrageous!! The grandparents are great about allowing us to stay here, and they seem to enjoy our company. We are enjoying staying here, but do not want to wear out our welcome.
It feels as if we are in a weird limbo. Here we are living with grandparents, which I thought would only last a month at the most; it's going on 6 weeks now. We are looking for a house to buy. It is a buyer's market, but the sellers have not met with reality, so most houses are over priced. We've found a house, yet again, but it will take time to see if we can even make an offer. (We are making sure that we can rent out the basement apartment with the blessings of the city of Winona Lake. Brandon has to ask for a variance, which he can do before he buys...notify neighbors of possible changes; they don't have to like it, just be notified...The city council does not meet until the end of this month.) It is taking time, much time. Meanwhile back in grandma's basement (which is where our office is), I've been calling about renting apartments. We estimate we would only need to rent an apartment for 4 to 6 months at the most. Hardly anybody wants to rent to people with cats, no matter how much I tell them our cats are well behaved and well cared for. If they do rent short term and allow pets, the cost is outrageous!! The grandparents are great about allowing us to stay here, and they seem to enjoy our company. We are enjoying staying here, but do not want to wear out our welcome.
So, here we are. In this odd limbo daze.
I return to the scriptures and remind myself that God's got us. He goes before us and prepares a way. He makes rivers in the desert. Since he can make rivers in the desert, then I KNOW he can provide a simple house for us.
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