So, S and I have been driving our Toyota Tacoma our married life thus far – a one car family. The dumbfounded looks about that fact interestingly enough have recently turned into knowing nods as we all cry ourselves to sleep at night over gas prices.
However, in order to avoid jail time, we decided to purchase a car that can actually fit our new addition and along with the rest of America, went searching for a vehicle that gets more than the 20 mpg (the mileage of our beloved Black Bear).
And…here is what we came up with:
It’s a Camry – in pretty good shape and has been driven for the past few years by a 94 year old man who did plenty of joy riding in it…all the way up to 35,000 miles. Sweet!! His daughters decided it was finally time for him to stop driving, further evidenced by the fact of the two small dings on the passenger side where he ran into a fence. I really don’t have a leg to stand on though as I , in my pregnancy brain and state, backed into a car not 2 months ago. There’s probably a traffic school out there somewhere committed solely to the education of older men and pregnant women.
Anyways, we’ll strap in the carseat this week in anticipation – hold onto your knickers.
They really don’t. The sun always rises and sets. Or the burnt taste my Starbucks coffee always has. Scripture never changes – that’s a good one. And the fact that I always want to spend much more on cosmetics and shampoo than I can actually really afford – sigh…
Some things do change, however, like my growing tummy or as my husband S likes to call it, The Baby Hut. I am now in my 31st week of pregnancy. I am not totally uncomfortable yet, but there are days I wish I hadn’t eaten so much in one sitting. The baby is moving a ton now, especially when I am trying to sleep. It is the oddest sensation sometimes, I’ll be honest.
Ah yes, it is May 2nd and spring has finally decided to grace us with its presence here in Salt Lake, although I am not about to throw a parade because the day started out at 32 degrees and will probably barely get into the 50′s today – not record breaking weather by any stretch of the imagination. According to my husband’s bitter diatribe this morning, we probably won’t have much of a spring this season, heading from freezing cold to really hot weather. I don’t care though – I am ready to say good-bye to the cold, cold, cold winter we had. Goodbye freezing hands and feet, goodbye winter coat that really didn’t cut the mustard this February, so long frozen nose hairs!!
This is a picture of my sister E and I at a wedding over a year ago. I kind of look like a goober next to her I think. It’s like me trying to look cool but…failing. Maybe it’s the sunglasses and silver necklace with the knitted white cardigan (which no offense to my friend who I borrowed that from). It just reminds me of when I put my collar up on a Jordache jacket in junior high and somebody made a point of telling me I looked stupid. Ah yes. In my defense, E is seven years younger than I and has great dimples and a little bit of a tan. But a lot of times my batting average with fashion and/or hair choices and/or makeup choices is definitely less than 300. I know…I know…shouldn’t be so hard on myself…it’s not my fault that my skin is a pasty pasty white and you can fit ALL of my hair into a very small rubber band. What do you do? My sis probably wouldn’t agree with this post but why do I make this point? Probably for the same reason that Howie Long is leaning away from me in this pic yet why he smiled at E when we both passed by where he was sitting.
I assured him that my HUSBAND was going to be so very excited about this picture, lest he think I would make some outrageous claim. He still was not very glad to see me and felt a little cornered in the very small SLC terminal we happened to be in (on our way to that same wedding). Maybe I should have reminded him that I am a rock star in training.
on for awhile. Sounds so formal but it’s basically a care ministry in which I check in with specific families/individuals from time and time to make sure they are doing well, haven’t fallen in their apartment and are waiting to be discovered, things like that. This picture is of a guy named Landon – one of my peeps. He is a freshman in college and is still trying to decide if he wants to major in philosophy or computer science – a guy with many interests. He always comes up to me at service to say hi which makes me feel like a semi-cool 32 year old. So adorable, like you want to bring him home, give him some cocoa, and ask him who he likes. It’s good for me, reminding me again that the church is a group of people, not a building or an institution.
I have been reading a book called “Life Together” by Dietrich Bonhoeffer, not by my own inclination, but because I am reading it for a book club. In the book, he talks about the “ministry of holding your tongue” and refers to scripture in James. Now, I know that it might be ironic that I am talking about the idea of holding your tongue in my BLOG, but it made me think of the fact that it is very hard for me to do this, and even harder to speak positively of people sometimes (and I am not talking about “Wow, those jeans make your butt look really good – where can I find them?”) – true admiration of a character trait someone possesses.
And drumroll please…..
