Wife, knitter, baker, gardener, kayaker, procrastinator.
I blog mostly from our iPad so the pictures aren't fantastic and my spelling stinks, but that's sort of like my life. It's not perfect but I hope it's honest.
We are not an Apple household. I have an OLD iPod but it only works if it's plugged in. So maybe some Apple fanatic somewhere will find it the pinnacle of unfairness that my amazing husband WON us one at his work conference last week. Because we never would have bought one ourselves but we sure are enjoying it anyway.
So I just wanted to see how complicated or difficult it would be to make a new blog post from our new gadget. I don't blog much partly because I just don't want to sit at the entertainment center in front of the big screen tv we use for a monitor and write deep thoughts. My only laptop option is my work computer & that just seems like a bad idea.
I also wanted to try posting a picture but I haven't quote figured that one out yet.
Some people can plan a wedding and get extra work at their job and turn that into a prime blogging opportunity. I am not one of those people.
We got engaged, we planned a wedding, we decided to get a puppy and reserved one, we got married, we went to Jamaica, we came home, our puppy was born, we went to a family reunion, we came home again.
And our lives just keep changing. As we continue to adjust to being married people who have to/get to (depending on the situation ;) but mostly GET TO so far) live in the same tiny house, we prepare for another life-changing event. In about 5 weeks we will be bringing home one of these cuties. We get pick of the litter for a little girl but we haven't picked yet since they are only a week old and can't even see yet. All they do is eat, sleep and look adorable. So I'm by turns excited and terrified of this little furball that is going to turn our lives upside down. I've never had a brand new puppy in the house before. Thank goodness for hardwood floors. I think I'm going to have to roll up the Tibetan rug and hide it for a year or so though. When I start to get nervous I just take deep breaths and think about how sweet and cuddly the puppy will be. And try not to think about how much pee and poop and vomit I'm going to be wiping up in the next year. And as soon as that starts to lay off it will be time to be thinking about having to do the same thing for a tiny human. *sigh* I guess the next several years of my life might as well be preemptively dubbed "The bodily fluid years--K-9 and Human."
Our babies better be at least as cute as our puppy.
I used to have a blog for approximately 3 days called "Where's the Ring?" I wrote about a few blind dates and then lost interest. The caption under the heading read:
Whether it's family members asking me at someone else's wedding or I'm asking it of myself, this seems to be the question of the hour for a single 27 y/o woman. Why aren't you married yet?
Between then and now a lot of people have asked me why I'm not married or when am I getting married or "Isn't it time for you to get married and have some babies?" I'm not 27 anymore. I'll be 30 in less than 6 months. I'll also be married in less than 6 months. Um, yah.
I'M ENGAGED!!!
More on that lovely story later. It's Christmas Eve-Eve and I'm off to work for a half day and then home to pack up to head to the family for Christmas. I don't even really need the Christmas shenanigans this year to be cheerful. I am blissfully happy :) And, yet, I STILL get Christmas presents on top of it all!!!! Merry Christmas to me!!!!
Last week I got a half a bushel of apples on clearance for $10 and decided it was time to make some apple butter. YUM. I found out recently that you just make it in your crock pot! Easy as apple pie. You DO have to make the apple sauce first, but that's no problem. Unless, of course, you don't have a food mill. I just assumed I'd be able to pick one up at our local wholesale kitchen store on Saturday morning. Not so much. They only had little tiny ones or big giant electric, restaurant style $300 versions. I can order one for fairly cheap online but the apples needed to be used now. I finally resigned myself to pealing a half a bushel of apples because you CAN make apple sauce without a food mill if you peal them first since the purpose of the mill is to separate the fruit from the skin. You just have to put them in the food processor or blender after they've softened up on the stove. I was saved only 4 apples in by a friend who had her grandmother's old Foley Food Mill and offered to let me borrow it. The old ones your grandma had work so much better than anything new, I swear. And I REALLY didn't want to peal 1/2 a bushel of apples.
So I have a crock pot full of apple sauce in the fridge waiting to start cooking tomorrow and turn into delicious apple butter. My house is going to smell DELICIOUS tomorrow! Then I'll can them and have lovely jars up on the shelf next to the strawberry jam I canned in the spring. Like Laura Ingalls Wilder. Cause I'm a pioneer girl.
Daniel and I have been saying for over a year that we wanted to make it up to Eureka Springs to poke around but just never got around to it. There was an Ozark Folk Festival this weekend and it was a pretty day so we headed up this afternoon for a quick visit.
We wandered through the shops and when we came back by there was a drum circle! It was actually pretty cool. I might have to go to one in town one of these days
Everyone always says, "If you go to Eureka, you have to go to Geraldi's." So we did. It was pretty tasty. I would recommend it if you're in the area and wanting some pizza. Of course, they were closing up shop at 7pm like every place else, so you better get there early.
I won this in an Ebay auction today. First Edition, 39th Impression Anne of Green Gables. I could sing for joy. I had resigned myself to never being able to own an early edition Anne of Green Gables. They usually go for several hundred dollars. I paid $36.55. My heart might explode with excitement when it comes in the mail. Anne calls very bad days in which nothing seems to go right “Jonah Days." Today was not that kind of day.
For several weeks our pastor Robb has mentioned every Sunday that maybe it would be cool if everyone dressed like Bible characters or just anyone from church history on Halloween. At first it was "Wouldn't it be LAME if we did that?" And then "Wouldn't it be FUNNY if we did that?" And it finally ended up the week before Halloween with "OK, I can pretty much guarantee you a few extra jewels in your crown up in Heaven if you dress up next Sunday." Which is basically a dare. And I'm defenseless against a good dare.
So Daniel and I hemmed and hawed at the last minute trying to think up some funny costumes.
Daniel suggested I be a double rainbow, all the way.
Cause a rainbow is a Bible character.
But I didn't have anything to make a rainbow costume. Instead Daniel used an old tunic costume he had and I used a big pretty piece of fabric from Thailand, some MardiGras beads and the walking stick I bought for Daniel at my family reunion year before last and a pillow for a fake baby belly.
You see, we've been moving through Genesis this year in church. A few months ago we came to the the story of Judah and Tamar. Quick recap--Tamar marries Judah's son and he is struck down by God. So she marries her brother-in-law. He doesn't want to father a child with her like he's supposed to because it would be considered his dead brother's kid. When he is remiss in his duties, God also strikes him down. Judah sends Tamar away and promises she can marry the other brother when he grows up. But he breaks his promise. And Tamar pretends to be a prostitute and Judah helps her get into a family way when Judah comes to town. She hangs on to his staff (family reunion walking stick) and cord (MardiGras beads) to prove who her Baby Daddy is when she gets a big belly and everyone in town wants to do away with her what with her no-husband-having, person-growing situation. But she busts out Judah's belongings and he's all "Oh yah, my bad." The end.
Nice story, lots of lessons to be learned. By grown ups. In the sermon. For my part, it's my responsibility to write the Kids Church lesson plans. Riiiiiiiight. So Robb attempted to tell me right before this lesson came up how important it was for me to be planning my lessons on EXACTLY what we were studying in church each week. But he couldn't even keep a straight face through the first sentence. And the kids sang Father Abraham and glued macaroni to construction paper. Not really. I don't actually have them do macaroni crafts but I think maybe I should now that I mention it. hmmm
Anyway. In closing, the scenario Sunday morning went like this.
We were totally late for church and walked in the door in our super costumes just as Robb was saying that he really thought more people would come dressed up but no one did. Except for my friend Wendy who dressed up as Michelle Duggar and I didn't even get to see her. Boo. Enter us:
And cue the laughter. Someone asked if we were Mary and Joseph and, instead of answering, I glared around, shook my stick and beads, pointed to my belly and glared at Daniel. After a beat Robb yelled out "You're Judah and Tamar?!?!?" It was awesome.
And then all my Sunday school kids thought I was actually pregnant and kept asking me if I was having a boy baby or a girl baby. Less awesome.
But we ended the morning with my new favorite quote of all time coming from Robb.
"Nobody dresses up like a fake prostitute like you, Erin."
