So my husband is out of town for the first time since we got married a month and a half ago. It is NOT fun. Yesterday was a bad day, and having a bad day when your husband is out of town makes it an extra bad day.
On the up side, I started my new job and I really think that I'm going to enjoy it. It's amazing how there are actually work environments that are not stressful! The people are great, I've already learned a lot, and it seems like a really great place to work. It's made me think quite a bit about my last job. I would never trade the time that I spent there, or the friends that I made, but it is SO nice to know that I'm not going to walk in to work everyday and leave completely exhausted and stressed out. This job is going to be a good combo with grad school!
My parents are in town this weekend and they're staying with me tonight, so that's nice. It's been interesting to see how my family of origin relationships have changed since I got married. I'm building my own home and family and so it's natural to see those relationships shift, but I have to say that sometimes I miss my parents too! It just feels different....still good, but different. It'll be nice to get to spend some time with them.
Life is pretty good...it'll be a LOT better when my husband is home!
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Back from the Dead
So I've been on a bit of a blogging hiatus these past few months. I've had a few things going on in my life, so I've had to adjust the priorities a bit.
But today I was reading back over some old blogs that I'd written and I decided to pick it up again. So here we go.
All of the sudden my life is completely different. One of the things that struck me as I was reading old blogs is that life one year ago was pretty much a complete 180 from where I'm at right now. Instead of worrying about things like how awful my job is, who I'm going to hang out with on Friday night, and whether or not I'm ever going to be able to get a date, now I'm worrying about things like when my husband is getting home from work, whether or not my birth control is working (no babies until I'm done with grad school!!!), how soon we'll be able to be out of debt, and how my meal plan and grocery list are working out.
Huh?! When did I become my mom? Now don't get me wrong...I love my life right now. I've been looking forward to this and counting down the days until I got to be Curtis's wife, and it is absolutely everything I hoped it would be and more. But now that the wedding is over, it's like real life is setting in. And to be honest, I'm not so sure that I'm cut out to be a "housewife." I love the cooking part, and I like to have a nice clean house, but this sitting at home during the day is about to drive me completely crazy. I had a hard time coming up with something to blog about because I'm not doing anything right now! (So rather than continue the cycle of the non-blogging, I opted to write about what I'm not doing.)
I have definitely learned that school alone is not enough to keep me occupied and mentally stimulated, so it is with great relief that I begin my new job on Monday. I'm sure that in not too terribly long I'm going to be wishing for a break, but right now going to work sounds as fun as a day at the spa. Counting down the hours until my husband comes home is just not what I'd call a thrilling day. I love to be a wife!! I'm just ready to be a working one!
But today I was reading back over some old blogs that I'd written and I decided to pick it up again. So here we go.
All of the sudden my life is completely different. One of the things that struck me as I was reading old blogs is that life one year ago was pretty much a complete 180 from where I'm at right now. Instead of worrying about things like how awful my job is, who I'm going to hang out with on Friday night, and whether or not I'm ever going to be able to get a date, now I'm worrying about things like when my husband is getting home from work, whether or not my birth control is working (no babies until I'm done with grad school!!!), how soon we'll be able to be out of debt, and how my meal plan and grocery list are working out.
Huh?! When did I become my mom? Now don't get me wrong...I love my life right now. I've been looking forward to this and counting down the days until I got to be Curtis's wife, and it is absolutely everything I hoped it would be and more. But now that the wedding is over, it's like real life is setting in. And to be honest, I'm not so sure that I'm cut out to be a "housewife." I love the cooking part, and I like to have a nice clean house, but this sitting at home during the day is about to drive me completely crazy. I had a hard time coming up with something to blog about because I'm not doing anything right now! (So rather than continue the cycle of the non-blogging, I opted to write about what I'm not doing.)
I have definitely learned that school alone is not enough to keep me occupied and mentally stimulated, so it is with great relief that I begin my new job on Monday. I'm sure that in not too terribly long I'm going to be wishing for a break, but right now going to work sounds as fun as a day at the spa. Counting down the hours until my husband comes home is just not what I'd call a thrilling day. I love to be a wife!! I'm just ready to be a working one!
Saturday, March 1, 2008
What!?
Every day I have about a 30 minute commute to work. I also happen to be engaged to a man who lives over an hour away, so needless to say, I spend a decent amount of time in my car. Most days I listen to the radio or talk to Curtis or my family on the phone, but occasionally I just need some quiet time, and I just drive. Yesterday was one of those day.
So picture this - I am driving down the road and I look to my right and see a police car. It wasn't your typical police car, though. It was one of those "special" police cars. You know...the ones that don't have the lights on top, and they have some specific designation painted on the side of the car informing everyone of whatever police-related task they perform every day. This particular police car was black, and painted on the side of it in gold letters were the words "Criminal Patrol."
I looked at the car, and let the words sink in for a moment before the thought occurs to me, "What!?"
Isn't the primary purpose of most police cars to patrol for criminals? What makes that guy special? And if he's the one patrolling for criminals, then what the heck are all of the regular police guys doing all day?
"What!?"
Scenario #2
No less than 30 seconds later (while I'm still driving next to the police car), I see a minivan with shoe polished words written all over the windows. On every available inch of window space the words "Girl Scout Cookies" and "Last Chance!" jump out at me. Again, I let this sink in before I have the same thought: "What!?"
Am I supposed to follow the van to their home to buy the girl scout cookies? What if I was a bad person? Do they want me to know where they live? Do I speed up, pass the van, pull over, and try to flag them down as they pass so that I can buy the girl scout cookies? Do I pull along side them, roll down my window, motion for them to do the same, toss them money with 100% accuracy, and receive my cookies in the same way?
"What!?"
Do you ever have those moments? Those times in life when you see something so ludicrous that there's nothing else to say, no other way to respond, than to just stare blankly and say "What!?"
I wonder if God ever has "What!? moments" with me. Probably....thank God for grace.
So picture this - I am driving down the road and I look to my right and see a police car. It wasn't your typical police car, though. It was one of those "special" police cars. You know...the ones that don't have the lights on top, and they have some specific designation painted on the side of the car informing everyone of whatever police-related task they perform every day. This particular police car was black, and painted on the side of it in gold letters were the words "Criminal Patrol."
I looked at the car, and let the words sink in for a moment before the thought occurs to me, "What!?"
Isn't the primary purpose of most police cars to patrol for criminals? What makes that guy special? And if he's the one patrolling for criminals, then what the heck are all of the regular police guys doing all day?
"What!?"
Scenario #2
No less than 30 seconds later (while I'm still driving next to the police car), I see a minivan with shoe polished words written all over the windows. On every available inch of window space the words "Girl Scout Cookies" and "Last Chance!" jump out at me. Again, I let this sink in before I have the same thought: "What!?"
Am I supposed to follow the van to their home to buy the girl scout cookies? What if I was a bad person? Do they want me to know where they live? Do I speed up, pass the van, pull over, and try to flag them down as they pass so that I can buy the girl scout cookies? Do I pull along side them, roll down my window, motion for them to do the same, toss them money with 100% accuracy, and receive my cookies in the same way?
"What!?"
Do you ever have those moments? Those times in life when you see something so ludicrous that there's nothing else to say, no other way to respond, than to just stare blankly and say "What!?"
I wonder if God ever has "What!? moments" with me. Probably....thank God for grace.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Love
It was a monumental day. I was excited and nervous and full of anticipation. It was Valentine's Day. But it wasn't just any Valentine's Day...it was a Valentine's Day when I had a man in my life. I was in the fourth grade and his name was Clay. He gave me a giant solid milk chocolate heart wrapped in red foil and a football valentine, and I gave him a heart-shaped tin full of sweet tarts. We walked up to each other on the playground, exchanged gifts without so much as a word, and parted ways. It was pretty thrilling.
Until this year, that fourth grade Valentine's Day was the only one that I have spent in a relationship. (There are many reasons for this - but I primarily blame screwed up youth group anti-dating theology - anyway, that's another blog for another day.) Now, fourteen years later, I get to spend Valentine's Day with the man who I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. Talk about thrilling! I am getting married in June and we are so busy with work and planning and school, that there isn't much time to make elaborate Valentine's plans, but I honestly don't care at all.
It's amazing how love--real love--puts things into perspective.
- I don't have to have a giant wedding. I just want to be Curtis's wife.
- We don't have to go on a perfect honeymoon. I would stay at the Bed and Breakfast in Post, TX if he was going to be there.
- While they're nice, we don't need all of the wonderful gifts that we registered for. Our home isn't going to be about the stuff that's inside of it, it's going to be about building a life together based on our love for God and each other.
- I don't have to have flowers and candy and giant stuffed animals on February 14th. Because I have the person who I'm going to get to spend every Valentine's Day with for the rest of my life.
The truth is, we will have a big wedding. Our honeymoon is going to be wonderful. We will probably be given some wonderful gifts. And we will most likely at least acknowledge our first Valentine's Day together. But those aren't the things that really matter. What really matters is that we have this incredible gift of love for one another that is just a shallow reflection of our Father's love for us. And if I can be so overwhelmed by the love of my husband-to-be that I am willing to sacrifice anything for him and for that love, how much more should I be willing to sacrifice for the love of God?
Until this year, that fourth grade Valentine's Day was the only one that I have spent in a relationship. (There are many reasons for this - but I primarily blame screwed up youth group anti-dating theology - anyway, that's another blog for another day.) Now, fourteen years later, I get to spend Valentine's Day with the man who I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. Talk about thrilling! I am getting married in June and we are so busy with work and planning and school, that there isn't much time to make elaborate Valentine's plans, but I honestly don't care at all.
It's amazing how love--real love--puts things into perspective.
- I don't have to have a giant wedding. I just want to be Curtis's wife.
- We don't have to go on a perfect honeymoon. I would stay at the Bed and Breakfast in Post, TX if he was going to be there.
- While they're nice, we don't need all of the wonderful gifts that we registered for. Our home isn't going to be about the stuff that's inside of it, it's going to be about building a life together based on our love for God and each other.
- I don't have to have flowers and candy and giant stuffed animals on February 14th. Because I have the person who I'm going to get to spend every Valentine's Day with for the rest of my life.
The truth is, we will have a big wedding. Our honeymoon is going to be wonderful. We will probably be given some wonderful gifts. And we will most likely at least acknowledge our first Valentine's Day together. But those aren't the things that really matter. What really matters is that we have this incredible gift of love for one another that is just a shallow reflection of our Father's love for us. And if I can be so overwhelmed by the love of my husband-to-be that I am willing to sacrifice anything for him and for that love, how much more should I be willing to sacrifice for the love of God?
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