I have a lot of things that give me the willies - leading me to believe I might be crazy.
I only eat with plastic utensils when available, because I can't handle the sound of metal squeeking and scraping on plates. It doesn't often apply to other people using metal utensils around me unless it makes a really loud squeak.
I am bothered by things that are "out of place". For instance, sunken ships give me the heebie jeebies like no other. Half-sunken ships or ships I can see from the surface are the worst. Because of this, much to Jon's dismay, I will never visit Pearl Harbor. Even the thought of it right now totally freaks me out. Another example is a common sight going in and out of DFW, where the planes "cross the street" via a bridge over the highway. Seems like one is always crossing over when I'm driving under. I also don't like driving closely past big planes or jets. I guess in my mind, it's just not normal for those big aircrafts to be parked like cars or driving over bridges. I also discovered this applied to people when I once saw a coworker up on a reeeaaally tall ladder in the sanctuary, replacing a light. Looking up at him sent chills down my spine and I had to walk away.
Sounds, like the utensils I mentioned, seem to be haunting me a lot lately. There are yummy granola bars that we love, and there is a coupon on the inside of the box. But the sound of scissors cutting this cardboard coupon out is enough to send me over the edge - so I leave it for Jon to do. It makes my shoulders shrug and my neck twitch, causing a sort of tick just thinking of it now or any time. I've been needing to buff my nails, but the sound and feeling of the buffer on my nails has been causing me to put it off indefinitely. The sound of styrofoam on just about anything practically sends me running, plugging my ears and humming.
Going to sleep is a big event and requires several different things to be "just right" before I can relax. Most of it involves my "stinky", which is my blanket I have to sleep with every night. I won't dare admit what's on the blanket, but that's not why I love it. It's worn in, feels so soft, is the perfect size and thickness. I love it. I can't even begin to describe the process or the requirements for sleeping, for fear that I'd be commited to an insane asylum. Jon has learned to deal with it and in fact most nights finds it quite humorous, waiting for me to get settled.
As I think of more things, I will post them. I don't know why I felt compelled to blog about this, but I think, like therapy, it helps to talk about things in order to begin to overcome them. I'm not yet bound by my phobias, but I don't ever want to be. I guess you could call this me taking preventative measures.
What makes you crazy?
Friday, September 19, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Saturday Project #6
My dream has come true: We got new floors!!! And they're gorgeous. We are so happy with the work and how they turned out. Anyone who is considering working with Empire, we can highly recommend them!
We've been not only wanting new floors for a while, but lately it has seemed more of a necessity too. The carpet was only 2 years old, but looked worse for the wear. First of all, it was near-white (not chosen by us) which is just bad who ever you are. Second, we have 1 dog who has taken his jealousy of Harper out on the carpet, freckling it with his little spots. And another dog who could easily be Pigpen's twin, as he seems to be a walking dirt cloud. Both of these things do not bode well for a clean carpet. With Harper getting more and more active daily, and with it becoming harder to keep up with vacuuming, let alone shampooing, something needed to be done. We had planned on doing the job ourselves, but I thought it would be a good idea to find out how much it would be for Empire to do it, thinking that maybe the cost of having someone else tear out the old, level the floors and install the new would be well worth the inconvenience of us trying to figure it all out. And it was! Having them finish 3 rooms in about 6 hours was beyond better than we could have imagined.
Technically it was a Friday project, but we've spent a good portion of our Saturday cleaning up all the dust and putting furniture back. Jon was here while they installed it and he said it was really gross to see all the "sand-like" dirt that came out of the carpet when they tore it up. Gross. For once, I'm glad I was at work and didn't have to witness that or the mess of it all happening.
Here's how it all went:
Finished Office
We've been not only wanting new floors for a while, but lately it has seemed more of a necessity too. The carpet was only 2 years old, but looked worse for the wear. First of all, it was near-white (not chosen by us) which is just bad who ever you are. Second, we have 1 dog who has taken his jealousy of Harper out on the carpet, freckling it with his little spots. And another dog who could easily be Pigpen's twin, as he seems to be a walking dirt cloud. Both of these things do not bode well for a clean carpet. With Harper getting more and more active daily, and with it becoming harder to keep up with vacuuming, let alone shampooing, something needed to be done. We had planned on doing the job ourselves, but I thought it would be a good idea to find out how much it would be for Empire to do it, thinking that maybe the cost of having someone else tear out the old, level the floors and install the new would be well worth the inconvenience of us trying to figure it all out. And it was! Having them finish 3 rooms in about 6 hours was beyond better than we could have imagined.
Technically it was a Friday project, but we've spent a good portion of our Saturday cleaning up all the dust and putting furniture back. Jon was here while they installed it and he said it was really gross to see all the "sand-like" dirt that came out of the carpet when they tore it up. Gross. For once, I'm glad I was at work and didn't have to witness that or the mess of it all happening.
Here's how it all went:
Finished Bedroom 
Finished Living Room (before it was cleaned)
Finished Office
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Saturday Project #5
Welcome to Saturday Project #5. I'd like to introduce you to the newest member of our Saturday Project Team:
Jon!!!
Jon's new schedule allows him weekends off, which means we now have twice the manpower to get projects done around the house. Today was very productive for us. We did lots of cleaning this morning including shampooing the carpets in the living room. We really do our living in that room, and the carpet proves it. Unfortunately Wylee has also begun taking his jealousy out on the carpet, which does not make us very happy. We are saving our pennies and waiting patiently for the day where we can get wood floors installed in part of the house. But until then, the carpet shampooer is my friend.
We then tried to make a dent in the cabinet staining process. The upper cabinets are done on one side, so we're working our way through the lower ones. I was on drawer duty and Jon did the actual cabinets. It went well but we were only able to get one coat on today. (The USC game and a very fussy teething Harper did a good job of pulling us away!) Hopefully one or 2 more coats tomorrow and we might be done!!!
I'll be posting a before and after soon.
Jon also got ours and the neighbor's lawn mowed, so I'm gonna call that a very productive day!
Saturday, August 23, 2008
7 Things
I was tagged by Stephanie to list 7 things in the following categories. See you if you got tagged at the bottom.
7 things I want to do before I die
1) Take Jon to Europe
2) Go to Hawaii
3) Read the Bible in a year
4) Learn Spanish
5) Have another baby (full term, please)
6) Find a job I love again
7) Win the lottery (which would require playing it first. Minor detail.)
7 things I can do
1) Make great mac n cheese
2) Keep a secret
3) Speak fluent American Sign Language
4) Cry at commercials
5) Remember birthdays, anniversaries & random events
6) Drive well
7) Highlight my own hair
7 things I cannot do
1) Make a decision
2) Run
3) Sing, but I do it anyway
4) Cook
5) Not get completely freaked out by the sight of sunken ships
6) Make a fluffy chocolate chip cookie
7) Fall asleep without adjusting positions at least 10 times
7 things that attract me to the opposite sex (changing this one to 'my spouse')
1) His faith
2) His humor
3) His balance (in relation to me - he balances me well)
4) His reassurance
5) His love for his daughter
6) His dorkiness
7) His good looks
7 things I say most often
1) "Seriously?"
2) "Shut your mouth!" (as in, "you're kidding!!!!")
3) "really, really" or "Really?"
4) "I love you"
5) "What?"
6) "Who's a pretty girl?" (to Harper)
7) "Mamamamamamamamamamamama" (trying to influence Harper's first word)
7 celebrity crushes (in no particular order)
1) Philip Seymore Hoffman
2) Dave Matthews
3) Jason Statham (yummy Englishman)
4) Harry Connick, Jr
5) Hugh Grant
6) The Edge (U2)
7) Alicia Keys (My only woman crush)
7 people who I think should do this
1) Freida
2) Alicia
3) Natalee
4) Tara
5) Grace
6) Debbie
7) Alyssa
7 things I want to do before I die
1) Take Jon to Europe
2) Go to Hawaii
3) Read the Bible in a year
4) Learn Spanish
5) Have another baby (full term, please)
6) Find a job I love again
7) Win the lottery (which would require playing it first. Minor detail.)
7 things I can do
1) Make great mac n cheese
2) Keep a secret
3) Speak fluent American Sign Language
4) Cry at commercials
5) Remember birthdays, anniversaries & random events
6) Drive well
7) Highlight my own hair
7 things I cannot do
1) Make a decision
2) Run
3) Sing, but I do it anyway
4) Cook
5) Not get completely freaked out by the sight of sunken ships
6) Make a fluffy chocolate chip cookie
7) Fall asleep without adjusting positions at least 10 times
7 things that attract me to the opposite sex (changing this one to 'my spouse')
1) His faith
2) His humor
3) His balance (in relation to me - he balances me well)
4) His reassurance
5) His love for his daughter
6) His dorkiness
7) His good looks
7 things I say most often
1) "Seriously?"
2) "Shut your mouth!" (as in, "you're kidding!!!!")
3) "really, really" or "Really?"
4) "I love you"
5) "What?"
6) "Who's a pretty girl?" (to Harper)
7) "Mamamamamamamamamamamama" (trying to influence Harper's first word)
7 celebrity crushes (in no particular order)
1) Philip Seymore Hoffman
2) Dave Matthews
3) Jason Statham (yummy Englishman)
4) Harry Connick, Jr
5) Hugh Grant
6) The Edge (U2)
7) Alicia Keys (My only woman crush)
7 people who I think should do this
1) Freida
2) Alicia
3) Natalee
4) Tara
5) Grace
6) Debbie
7) Alyssa
Cow or Giraffe? You Make the Call
While in Decatur last week, my mom and I each got new purses. She had been seeing these animal print bags everywhere and really wanted one. Her excitement was infectious, so when we walked into a store that had the exact bags she had been wanting, we both got one. (well actually she got two) ;)
I'm incredibly indecisive, but mom eventually helped me choose one. I really liked the giraffe print ones, but couldn't decide on a style and color. I was really excited about the one I chose because I had tried to downsize my purse to an itty-bitty one a few weeks ago, but with a baby, you need a big purse to shove a diaper and/or bottle into so you don't have to lug around the whole diaper bag all the time. I decided on a tote-style black giraffe print with red accents.
My excitement was immediately deflated when I brought it home and showed Jon. He said "wow, a COW purse!!"
hmph. Of course, I didn't want a cow purse, I wanted a giraffe purse. I'm not a cow person. I don't like cow things, especially not cow print things. Giraffe - cute, trendy! Cow - not cute, not trendy.
This isn't my exact purse, but I'm too lazy to take a picture, so I found one similar to it online. I just have to say that I would've chosen this purse in brown, but they didn't have it. I'm just sayin'.
I'm incredibly indecisive, but mom eventually helped me choose one. I really liked the giraffe print ones, but couldn't decide on a style and color. I was really excited about the one I chose because I had tried to downsize my purse to an itty-bitty one a few weeks ago, but with a baby, you need a big purse to shove a diaper and/or bottle into so you don't have to lug around the whole diaper bag all the time. I decided on a tote-style black giraffe print with red accents.
My excitement was immediately deflated when I brought it home and showed Jon. He said "wow, a COW purse!!"
hmph. Of course, I didn't want a cow purse, I wanted a giraffe purse. I'm not a cow person. I don't like cow things, especially not cow print things. Giraffe - cute, trendy! Cow - not cute, not trendy.
This isn't my exact purse, but I'm too lazy to take a picture, so I found one similar to it online. I just have to say that I would've chosen this purse in brown, but they didn't have it. I'm just sayin'.
You make the call: giraffe or cow?
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Whadda Week
Sparing all the gruesome details, here's a wrap-up of our week:
Saturday
I woke up sick. Fever and aches. Yuck. I had a pretty good idea it was allergies, but I knew the true test would be to see if Harper and Jon would wind up sick as well. They didn't.
Rest of the weekend I just did the best I could. Saturday night my fever finally broke around 2am which meant I got some sleep without those weird dreams that are caused by fevers. Those things are weird, man.
Monday morning
Wasn't sure I was going to make it into work on Monday, but following the old "24 hours without a fever" rule, I sucked it up and got Harper and myself out the door.
Then my phone rang.
To sum it up in a nutshell, everyone received notification on Monday morning that HSBC was closing the doors on its Auto Finance business. This would be our last "open" week of operations and everyone was being handed their walking papers (with a tidy severance). EVERYONE. Including me. Including every single one of my coworkers. Including my BOSSES. And THEIR bosses. And so on, and so on...
Of course I called Jon the second I hung up and after initial shock, we both felt like we had a peace about it. All of us have known that it could potentially go down this road eventually. With the mortgage mess, to the economy, gas prices, and now the car industry - things have been tough for us. But we had done such a good job of doing everything "they" asked us to do to pair down, hit goals, change procedures... that we thought maybe we were going to dodge the bullet and the company would keep us (Auto Finance) around a little while. I figured I'd get a severance and just do my best to find another job as quickly as I could, then benefit from the double (triple) income for a while, and plan what we'd do with the bonus.
Monday Afternoon
I'm not losing my job. Everyone else is, but I'm not. WHAT?? Here's the part where I spare most of the details, but in a nutshell, the company is moving me to another department in the same position. This department will eventually shut down as well, but there are no promises as to how long (or short) it will be open -- anywhere from 6 months to 2 years.
hmph. Mixed emotions. Glad I have security. SO thankful I have a job obviously, which is more than everyone else can say. Just trying to process it all.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Very, very surreal. I'm barely sleeping 4 hours a night and am not eating very much. People shredding everything. Projects come to a halt and trashed. Nothing is the same. None of my usual tasks matter anymore. The calendars that I worked so hard to keep organized can be deleted. It's all gone. Shred bins over flowing. Desks cleared off.
Wednesday we said goodbye to our first wave of people, our Funders. Lots of tears. Hugs. Trading of phone numbers. Not fun.
Wednesday the crew also started work on our foundation. ugh. Throw something else on the pile, why dontchya? Thankfully Jon was home to deal with all this and I just came home to huge holes in our ground that led to under our house. Fun.
Friday
Anger. Frustration. Nothing was fair about Friday. All my coworkers were leaving. I was staying. They didn't have a job. I did -- albeit one that I wasn't thrilled about having since I don't know how long I'll be there for anyway. And one that I wasn't even asked if I wanted. I may sound ungrateful here, but Friday I was so angry that I wasn't given the option of going. There's more to the story, but URRGGHH!! I didn't want to stay! Me staying meant someone else was going, and that's not fair.
Lots more tears. Speeches. Hugs. Laughs. "See ya later"s. "It's a small industry, we'll cross paths again", and people telling me to "take care of that sweet baby" which just made me break down more.
I realized something Friday amongst all the tears and frustration and goodbyes. These people were my friends. I don't know many people here and still feel like a new Texan. I remember coming into this place a 16 months ago and immediately being welcomed. Thinking how nice everyone was and realizing "ahhh, so this is Southern Hospitality". It took a while to get to know some, and longer to know others, but these were my friends. I know about their lives, they know about mine. I've met some of their families. And most I will never see again. It's hard to explain how you actually look forward to going to work in some ways, to see people, to talk to people, to share with people. I don't really have that here, outside of my family. Work was a family to me -- everyone felt that way.
I have no doubt that most everyone will move on to bigger and better things. Some will struggle. Some will change careers completely, being scarred by this experience, having no hope for the industry. I look forward to hearing from people, learning what they're up to in a few months' time. I wish everyone the best.
In the meantime, I'll be training for my new job, learning the ins and outs, then being left to figure the rest out for myself. I've decided I'm not going to try to get to know many of my new coworkers, because, gosh darnit, I can't go through this all again. (Only half-joking there). But I'm going to do my best to move forward, pick myself up and see what's ahead in my future. I have no idea what it will bring, but I trust in the Lord and know that He will lead me.
Oh, and our foundation is even again.
And I'm still sick.
Saturday
I woke up sick. Fever and aches. Yuck. I had a pretty good idea it was allergies, but I knew the true test would be to see if Harper and Jon would wind up sick as well. They didn't.
Rest of the weekend I just did the best I could. Saturday night my fever finally broke around 2am which meant I got some sleep without those weird dreams that are caused by fevers. Those things are weird, man.
Monday morning
Wasn't sure I was going to make it into work on Monday, but following the old "24 hours without a fever" rule, I sucked it up and got Harper and myself out the door.
Then my phone rang.
To sum it up in a nutshell, everyone received notification on Monday morning that HSBC was closing the doors on its Auto Finance business. This would be our last "open" week of operations and everyone was being handed their walking papers (with a tidy severance). EVERYONE. Including me. Including every single one of my coworkers. Including my BOSSES. And THEIR bosses. And so on, and so on...
Of course I called Jon the second I hung up and after initial shock, we both felt like we had a peace about it. All of us have known that it could potentially go down this road eventually. With the mortgage mess, to the economy, gas prices, and now the car industry - things have been tough for us. But we had done such a good job of doing everything "they" asked us to do to pair down, hit goals, change procedures... that we thought maybe we were going to dodge the bullet and the company would keep us (Auto Finance) around a little while. I figured I'd get a severance and just do my best to find another job as quickly as I could, then benefit from the double (triple) income for a while, and plan what we'd do with the bonus.
Monday Afternoon
I'm not losing my job. Everyone else is, but I'm not. WHAT?? Here's the part where I spare most of the details, but in a nutshell, the company is moving me to another department in the same position. This department will eventually shut down as well, but there are no promises as to how long (or short) it will be open -- anywhere from 6 months to 2 years.
hmph. Mixed emotions. Glad I have security. SO thankful I have a job obviously, which is more than everyone else can say. Just trying to process it all.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Very, very surreal. I'm barely sleeping 4 hours a night and am not eating very much. People shredding everything. Projects come to a halt and trashed. Nothing is the same. None of my usual tasks matter anymore. The calendars that I worked so hard to keep organized can be deleted. It's all gone. Shred bins over flowing. Desks cleared off.
Wednesday we said goodbye to our first wave of people, our Funders. Lots of tears. Hugs. Trading of phone numbers. Not fun.
Wednesday the crew also started work on our foundation. ugh. Throw something else on the pile, why dontchya? Thankfully Jon was home to deal with all this and I just came home to huge holes in our ground that led to under our house. Fun.
Friday
Anger. Frustration. Nothing was fair about Friday. All my coworkers were leaving. I was staying. They didn't have a job. I did -- albeit one that I wasn't thrilled about having since I don't know how long I'll be there for anyway. And one that I wasn't even asked if I wanted. I may sound ungrateful here, but Friday I was so angry that I wasn't given the option of going. There's more to the story, but URRGGHH!! I didn't want to stay! Me staying meant someone else was going, and that's not fair.
Lots more tears. Speeches. Hugs. Laughs. "See ya later"s. "It's a small industry, we'll cross paths again", and people telling me to "take care of that sweet baby" which just made me break down more.
I realized something Friday amongst all the tears and frustration and goodbyes. These people were my friends. I don't know many people here and still feel like a new Texan. I remember coming into this place a 16 months ago and immediately being welcomed. Thinking how nice everyone was and realizing "ahhh, so this is Southern Hospitality". It took a while to get to know some, and longer to know others, but these were my friends. I know about their lives, they know about mine. I've met some of their families. And most I will never see again. It's hard to explain how you actually look forward to going to work in some ways, to see people, to talk to people, to share with people. I don't really have that here, outside of my family. Work was a family to me -- everyone felt that way.
I have no doubt that most everyone will move on to bigger and better things. Some will struggle. Some will change careers completely, being scarred by this experience, having no hope for the industry. I look forward to hearing from people, learning what they're up to in a few months' time. I wish everyone the best.
In the meantime, I'll be training for my new job, learning the ins and outs, then being left to figure the rest out for myself. I've decided I'm not going to try to get to know many of my new coworkers, because, gosh darnit, I can't go through this all again. (Only half-joking there). But I'm going to do my best to move forward, pick myself up and see what's ahead in my future. I have no idea what it will bring, but I trust in the Lord and know that He will lead me.
Oh, and our foundation is even again.
And I'm still sick.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Beyond all Understanding
RIVERSIDE, Calif., July 24, 2008—Christopher Laurie, son of Pastor Greg Laurie and Cathe Laurie of Harvest Christian Fellowship in Riverside, California, died this morning in a car accident in Riverside. A resident of Huntington Beach, Laurie, 33, served as the art director at Harvest Christian Fellowship for the past three years.In addition to his parents, Christopher is survived by his wife, Brittany, and daughter, Stella, as well as his brother Jonathan. Christopher and his wife are expecting another daughter in November.Memorial plans for Christopher are pending. More information will be posted to the Harvest website as details become available.
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It's always a strange mix of emotions when a Christian dies. On the one hand you're sad because selfishly you wish your loved one could be here with you to continue to share in memories and to just be around. Knowing that you'll no longer see their face is a hard realization, and usually takes quite a while to sink in. On the other hand, it's a time of rejoicing and jealousy even, for you know they're in Heaven where they belong, face to face with their God and Creator. How fantastic!
Today Greg Laurie's oldest son Christopher died. Greg Laurie is the Senior Pastor at Harvest Christian Fellowship, which was my home church for many years and is where I came to a true understanding of what it is to follow Christ. I also worked at Harvest for 3 years in what has always been my favorite job. Because I attended the church for so long, and especially because of working there, I had many opportunities to interact with Pastor Greg and his family including Christopher.
Today's news came as quite a shock obviously. While I grieve with the Laurie family, I also grieve with my dear friends and family at Harvest - with whom I have never felt too far from-- until today. News like this only made me want lots of hugs from those who also understood. I won't get those hugs until October, so texts and phone calls will have to do for now. Scouring the news, reading blogs, and sending prayers and thoughts with several thousand others is pretty much what I've got right now.
Almost immediately I began to feel the "ripples" of what kind of impact this news is ultimately going to have. The Harvest Crusades are just 3 weeks away, and I have absolutely no doubt that they will go on as planned. What the devil meant for evil, I truly believe God will use for good. There is going to be significant news coverage on this "story" in Southern California and in church communities around the country. And in just the stories I've read today, every outlet has mentioned the Crusades coming up. I believe people will come just out of curiosity to hear what Greg will speak about and how he will address this tragedy. People who would never have any intention of coming otherwise will show up and will in turn hear an amazing testimony of how God is being shown Good and Just through this family and all who knew Christopher. I pray for those people who do come and that this terrible event will bring many souls to Christ... what a testimony that would be!
Everyone at Harvest knows that every year right before the Crusades, it never fails that Greg is attacked in some way. Last year he was diagnosed with Vertigo about 3 days before they began and barely had any sleep the entire weekend. In other years it's been a lost voice, or some other type of random illness. Satan is always looking for ways to sidetrack those who are sharing God's truth and this event is bound to shake the faith of a few. However, I know the Lauries will come through this awful tragedy with an even stronger faith and a very powerful testimony to share with so many more than they ever imagined.
My heart breaks for Greg, Cathe, Jonathan, Brittany, little Stella and their unborn daughter. I am sad and grieve, trying to comprehend how and why, and I hug my daughter and husband a little tighter and longer tonight because of it.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
We need a name!
I've decided our blog needs a name. I'm not very good with these kinds of things, so I'm reaching out to aaaalllll our faithful readers... haha, all five of you.
My friend Stephanie's blog is called "Leave it to Weaver". Cute, right? I noticed hers links to another one called "Keeping up with the Joneses". My first blog was called "What Would You Say" after a Dave Matthews Band song, and it fit pretty well since I just talked all about the really random things that happened to me - and Dave is pretty random.
So I figure there's gotta be a cute one that can be related to Hanes. The only thing I can come up with is "Hanes Her Way" but not sure I want to name it after underwear.
Any suggestions? Winner gets something REALLY cool.... Or just a fun mention. ;)
OH! And I'll also take suggestions on a name for Harper's blog. Maybe HERS can be Hanes Her Way! Although the generic title of the blog is "baby hanes" so it could be open for either gender. I don't think our future son (yes I said it) would appreciate that name.
My friend Stephanie's blog is called "Leave it to Weaver". Cute, right? I noticed hers links to another one called "Keeping up with the Joneses". My first blog was called "What Would You Say" after a Dave Matthews Band song, and it fit pretty well since I just talked all about the really random things that happened to me - and Dave is pretty random.
So I figure there's gotta be a cute one that can be related to Hanes. The only thing I can come up with is "Hanes Her Way" but not sure I want to name it after underwear.
Any suggestions? Winner gets something REALLY cool.... Or just a fun mention. ;)
OH! And I'll also take suggestions on a name for Harper's blog. Maybe HERS can be Hanes Her Way! Although the generic title of the blog is "baby hanes" so it could be open for either gender. I don't think our future son (yes I said it) would appreciate that name.
Happy First Anniversary!!!
To us and our house!!!
We moved in one year ago TODAY. How crazy is that... time has flown yet it also seems like Moving Day was sooooo long ago. While we LOVE our house, we have not loved all of the things it has brought with it. The yard we absolutely fell in love with has been a much bigger project to keep up with than we had anticipated. It now takes Jon a full 4 hours (at least) to mow all the grass and we have not been great about keeping up with the weeding, which means it's a couple-day project just to pull those. We do love being outside though, and it's so beautiful when it's kept up.
The other major problem we are facing is our foundation. Yes we live in Texas, and yes foundation work is pretty standard for everyone eventually here. However it's not so common on 2-year old houses, and we're not too pleased to get to be the ones to deal with it. Our cracks started appearing a month or 2 after we moved in and we've been through one round of cosmetic repair work to fix the damage including drywall and new tiles. However, the cracks started reappearing almost immediately after they were fixed, and now our bedroom door doesn't close properly, and the outside brick has a huge crack through brick and mortar.
Of course, looking back, we might have made different choices in moving here. Now that gas prices are so high, and we have a baby (two things we didn't plan on happening when we bought this house), we probably would have chosen a smaller, more expensive house closer to both of our jobs. BUT-- we knew God brought us this house for a reason and we're confident that things will be taken care of with minimal impact on us when we decide to move from here. And we do love our house.
So, on today, our first anniversary, I'm treating the house to a full cleaning. Well... let's be honest... a pretty good cleaning. There's only so much I can do by myself with a 3-month old. I've already scrubbed the tub and shower and can I just say YUCK. How can a place we go to get clean get so dirty???? I might next tackle the baseboards and vacuum then call it a day... but we'll see what else I can find.
**UPDATE**
I went ahead and just deep cleaned the bathroom from head to toe. I mean, I even scrubbed all those little ridges in the cabinets and doors- all the funny places where lint and dust collect. Feels SO much better. Now the question is - do we think Jon will notice?
Friday, July 11, 2008
Battered and Bruised
I suppose since Jon has been married to me for almost two years, it's about time he started seeing the real me. That is to say, the real me which is the completely clutzy/accident-prone/should-be-wearing-a-full-suit-of-armor-everyday me.
I've fallen off the back of a moving pickup, walked into countless doors, get caught on any sort of knob with any part of my clothing, bump into walls, and fallen down flights of stairs multiple times.
But now... It's gettin' ugly.
A few weeks back I was throwing something away in the big trashcans in the garage and somehow managed to have the thing flip over and fall onto my foot. Mind you, these are the big cans the city gives you that people set curbsite, with the huge lids. There were 2 big bags of dog food sitting on the lid waiting to be put away, and I thought I could somehow easily lift off the lid and throw whatever it was away, then be about my business. But no - the weight of the dog food being lifted threw the balance onto the back wheels, causing the entire can to flip and fall on my foot. It happened so fast. Needless to say, my two toes next to my big toe, along with the joints on my foot turned lovely shades of blue and stayed that way for several weeks. My foot is still sore.
Tonight, just another example of how random things happen to me. First of all, there were no babies harmed in the making of this accident. I had Harper in her sling as that's become our nighttime routine to get her to sleep. She was sleeping soundly as I went about my business of cleaning up the kitchen. I was putting a case of soda into the fridge but had to pull off the cardboard opening that the fridge packs have. Well, instead of just pulling off the corrugated part to make a lovely opening for the soda, half of the entire front came off too. And with that, a can of soda fell to the ground, so while I jumped to help avoid it from landing on my foot, it smashed to the ground and burst open, spraying soda EVERYWHERE. Somehow in me jumping around trying to avoid the can, I slipped on the now-wet floor and fell straight to the ground. Thankfully (for Harper) I managed to partly catch myself on the island and fell right on my knees. The little stinker never even flinched, even as I squeeled then cried out in pain--LOUDLY.
Of course Jon was there in .28 seconds (just like he was with the trash can incident) and took the baby from me as I tried to scrape myself off the floor. Soda-soaked pants and all, I got up and looked around at the damage. Soda covering EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!! And ending up far into the outer-reaches of our kitchen, even making its way into the halls. The doors, the cabinets, the walls, the inside of the fridge... ugh. I think our floor is going to be sticky for days, no matter how much I mop it.
As of now I've got a nice swollen spot on my knee with another one forming. My back is beginning to hurt and I've just noticed a slight ache in my hand that caught the island. Oy.
Pretty sure Jon is trying not to imagine just what awaits us next.....
I've fallen off the back of a moving pickup, walked into countless doors, get caught on any sort of knob with any part of my clothing, bump into walls, and fallen down flights of stairs multiple times.
But now... It's gettin' ugly.
A few weeks back I was throwing something away in the big trashcans in the garage and somehow managed to have the thing flip over and fall onto my foot. Mind you, these are the big cans the city gives you that people set curbsite, with the huge lids. There were 2 big bags of dog food sitting on the lid waiting to be put away, and I thought I could somehow easily lift off the lid and throw whatever it was away, then be about my business. But no - the weight of the dog food being lifted threw the balance onto the back wheels, causing the entire can to flip and fall on my foot. It happened so fast. Needless to say, my two toes next to my big toe, along with the joints on my foot turned lovely shades of blue and stayed that way for several weeks. My foot is still sore.
Tonight, just another example of how random things happen to me. First of all, there were no babies harmed in the making of this accident. I had Harper in her sling as that's become our nighttime routine to get her to sleep. She was sleeping soundly as I went about my business of cleaning up the kitchen. I was putting a case of soda into the fridge but had to pull off the cardboard opening that the fridge packs have. Well, instead of just pulling off the corrugated part to make a lovely opening for the soda, half of the entire front came off too. And with that, a can of soda fell to the ground, so while I jumped to help avoid it from landing on my foot, it smashed to the ground and burst open, spraying soda EVERYWHERE. Somehow in me jumping around trying to avoid the can, I slipped on the now-wet floor and fell straight to the ground. Thankfully (for Harper) I managed to partly catch myself on the island and fell right on my knees. The little stinker never even flinched, even as I squeeled then cried out in pain--LOUDLY.
Of course Jon was there in .28 seconds (just like he was with the trash can incident) and took the baby from me as I tried to scrape myself off the floor. Soda-soaked pants and all, I got up and looked around at the damage. Soda covering EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!! And ending up far into the outer-reaches of our kitchen, even making its way into the halls. The doors, the cabinets, the walls, the inside of the fridge... ugh. I think our floor is going to be sticky for days, no matter how much I mop it.
As of now I've got a nice swollen spot on my knee with another one forming. My back is beginning to hurt and I've just noticed a slight ache in my hand that caught the island. Oy.
Pretty sure Jon is trying not to imagine just what awaits us next.....
Sunday, July 06, 2008
Saturday Project #2
Last week there was no Saturday Project. Jane, Harper and I were planning on heading to Decatur to see Aunt Nancy's store. But just about 30 mins before we were supposed to leave, she called and said she was sick in bed with a terrible sinus infection. We really wanted to see her shop, but mostly wanted to see HER, so we skipped out. Harper and I stayed home and I had then thought maybe I would make our Saturday Project to pull weeds.... but... well, it wasn't too hard to talk myself out of that one. ;)
Instead we just caught up on Mommy/Daughter time and it was WONDERFUL.
This was our Saturday Project this week:
The picture may not look like much, but believe me, the top of that file cabinet hasn't seen the light of day since before Harper was born. Paid bills, aaaaaalllll of Harper's paperwork, my medical paperwork and all kinds of other miscellaneous stuff has found its way there and stayed. Until today!! It's finally all gotten a home inside the drawers (what a concept!) with neat little labels and easy-to-find hanging folders. I feel so much better, you have no idea. Most of the paperwork already had places to go, it just needed to find its way there. But now all of Harper's things are easy to find and, for a person who lives for being organized, this makes me feel like a huge weight has been lifted - as silly as that may sound. It took us a while, and lots of singing and bouncing Harper in her bouncy chair, but we did it!
It was actually pretty fun because she's starting to laugh and smile at me all the time. But I'd get caught up in playing that the filing took longer than I anticipated.
Instead we just caught up on Mommy/Daughter time and it was WONDERFUL.
This was our Saturday Project this week:
The picture may not look like much, but believe me, the top of that file cabinet hasn't seen the light of day since before Harper was born. Paid bills, aaaaaalllll of Harper's paperwork, my medical paperwork and all kinds of other miscellaneous stuff has found its way there and stayed. Until today!! It's finally all gotten a home inside the drawers (what a concept!) with neat little labels and easy-to-find hanging folders. I feel so much better, you have no idea. Most of the paperwork already had places to go, it just needed to find its way there. But now all of Harper's things are easy to find and, for a person who lives for being organized, this makes me feel like a huge weight has been lifted - as silly as that may sound. It took us a while, and lots of singing and bouncing Harper in her bouncy chair, but we did it!
It was actually pretty fun because she's starting to laugh and smile at me all the time. But I'd get caught up in playing that the filing took longer than I anticipated.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Happy 30th Birthday Heather!!!!
We love you!!!! Miss you and can't wait to see you. We hope your birthday is AMAZING!!!
Here's a few pics I had on hand of H & H from the past few years. There's OH so many more. Many that Harper will NEVER see - unless crazy Auntie Hedder shows her!!
Here's a few pics I had on hand of H & H from the past few years. There's OH so many more. Many that Harper will NEVER see - unless crazy Auntie Hedder shows her!!
In Vegas for my birthday. My 27th??? Not sure.
Cabo!!!!!!
Headin' to see Dave Matthews Band.
Another Vegas trip.
One of our MANY car pics. This one was waiting to get out of the parking lot of another Dave concert. We were bored.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Mini Cooper
Fred named Cooper after a car. Fred's favorite car. And Cooper was definitely one of our favorite dogs. Well, all of them are our favorites in their own way - and Cooper definitely had his own ways.
Cooper was the second dachshund we got after Lucy. I was still living with my parents in Corona at the time, and I remember he was the absolute tiniest puppy I'd ever seen. I remember being afraid the cat might try to eat him since he just looked like a little mouse. I remember when Cooper was born - it was November 2001 and we were pretty sure we were getting one of the puppies from the litter that Bryan's wife's dog was having. We got Cooper and someone else in the family got his brother Linus. My parents later met Linus and took video to show me how much alike the two were.
Cooper was the dog that forever stayed a puppy. He was 6 1/2 when he died, but still looked and acted like a funny little floppy puppy. We all called Cooper "dumb" or "slow", but in the most affectionate way. He was a dog's dog, and just wanted to play, play, play. Cooper was also our "delicate flower" since he was allergic to most vaccinations and didn't process medications well. The first time he got vaccinated, we brought him home and about an hour later his lips and face had totally swelled up. Another time, he was given something that made him completely listless and caused him to vomit uncontrollably. Both times he recovered just fine, but it gave us a good scare - and he never complained. My mom said that recently the vet told her he's one of the most docile dogs he's ever met. Which I think is why we always thought he was kind of the "Dopey" of the bunch. He never complained or made a noise, and was pretty much just always waiting for you to throw the ball or knot again.
A few weeks ago, after a few hard days of playing (exercising) with Benny - the newest (overweight) addition to my mom's clan, Cooper wasn't moving out of his bed. Mom took him to the vet and after x-rays, it was determined that he had calcification of the spine, a common thing to happen to dachshunds, and what we also think Lucy died from. It can be treatable with medications in some dogs, but can also get drastically worse and begin leaking, causing terrible pain. They decided to try the meds for 2 weeks to see how he did and to see how his liver was holding up. He was kept on total restriction from movement, and my mom even put him in the Pack N Play in order to prevent him from further hurting himself while they were trying to get him healed. Some of the meds made him completely out of it and he even had trouble walking straight, so mom adjusted some things and had least he was more alert. But it just wasn't meant to be...
Mom said he had 2 really bad days in a row where he barely moved and cried in pain. After seeing Lucy struggle so badly, they decided they had to do the humane thing and put him to sleep.
We're all very sad about him being gone, and I truly can't believe it still. Cooper was a very special little dog and people always fell in love with him right away. I always called him the little dog with the funny face, and most people commented on how it looked like his front two feet were on the wrong legs. That was just Cooper. He was a little 'off" and had his own definite quirks like therapeutically chewing away at the knot when he was nervous - which was often. Or eating his food VEERRRRRYYYYY slowly most days, taking the time to chew each morsel individually while all the dogs around him are inhaling it so fast it's gone in 3 seconds flat. That was just Cooper. And we'll miss him.
(I have a few hilarious videos of Cooper but am having trouble finding them on my backup disks. Hopefully they'll turn up soon and I'll be able to post them.)
One Day at a Time...
That has been my motto for this past week. Unfortunately, things didn't seem to get much better as the days wore on, so by Friday I was pretty much just a puddle of emotions trying to get through the final day without completely crashing and/or having a major breakdown.
The week started off with an early morning meeting on Monday at work, at which we found out that there were going to be layoffs. That day. Starting immediately. Some of the managers who were in that meeting with me, were some that were laid off. Though it was handled very well, it made for a very long day as they called people one by one down to HR to be given the news. By the afternoon, the dust had settled, and those who were left were able to breathe a sigh of relief. But it wasn't a day I'd wish for anyone.
Now, for several reasons, I and my position were never really in danger. There was a strategic elimination that we later had confirmed was based on performance and overall effectiveness of the position/department. Two things I didn't have to worry about. But even through Tuesday, I was still finding out about friends that were gone and it didn't make for a pleasant time. The only factor that softened the blow was that I found out what the severence package was they were giving to those employees who were let go, and the company is doing what they can to make sure those employees are WELL taken care of. For some, in a strange way, it might even be the best thing that can happen to them.
The rest of the week at work was just a rollercoaster with Execs in town, getting to work early, dealing with unexpected and changing plans, etc....
On Wednesday, I woke up and I felt like Harper had gained 3 pounds overnight. She just felt very "heavy" and VERY big in there. It was an unexpected shift and I think I finally made the leap over to the "perpetually uncomfortable" side of the pregnancy. This really threw me for a loop, as I've had a relatively uneventful pregnancy. She's always been very active, but now it seems like I feel her every single movement and I have to readjust as a result. It's a weird thing. I'm also swollen all the time now and can only wear my wedding rings since they were sized bigger to begin with. Even my bracelet doesn't slide on and off easily anymore and is uncomfortable to wear. I've gotten slippers to wear at work because even my comfy Crocs - which are the only shoes I can wear anymore - leave big indentations.
By Thursday afternoon, I had pretty much had it and got home and had an emotional breakdown. I haven't had *too* many of the hormonal outbursts or random cryings, but when they happen, they happen good. I had gotten calmed down and had settled in for some dinner and TV when we got the call...
Cooper had to be put to sleep. I'm posting more about Cooper in my next post (above), but needless to say, this was hard news to take.
SOOOO... I'd like to wash this week OFF of me and throw it away never to be seen or heard from again. Except in this blog, of course. But I'm really hoping these posts serve as a reminder that nothing is promised, life is gonna throw you curveballs, and hopefully we can have the strength and resiliency to get back up. ALSO, though these weeks don't happen very often (THANKFULLY!), soon I'll be able to look back and see a definite purpose in it all. The last time I remember feeling like this was in January of 07 where it was a terrible MONTH. But looking back, that whole month led us here to Texas... and look where we are now. A beautiful home, great jobs, a baby on the way... and a whole future ahead of us.
The week started off with an early morning meeting on Monday at work, at which we found out that there were going to be layoffs. That day. Starting immediately. Some of the managers who were in that meeting with me, were some that were laid off. Though it was handled very well, it made for a very long day as they called people one by one down to HR to be given the news. By the afternoon, the dust had settled, and those who were left were able to breathe a sigh of relief. But it wasn't a day I'd wish for anyone.
Now, for several reasons, I and my position were never really in danger. There was a strategic elimination that we later had confirmed was based on performance and overall effectiveness of the position/department. Two things I didn't have to worry about. But even through Tuesday, I was still finding out about friends that were gone and it didn't make for a pleasant time. The only factor that softened the blow was that I found out what the severence package was they were giving to those employees who were let go, and the company is doing what they can to make sure those employees are WELL taken care of. For some, in a strange way, it might even be the best thing that can happen to them.
The rest of the week at work was just a rollercoaster with Execs in town, getting to work early, dealing with unexpected and changing plans, etc....
On Wednesday, I woke up and I felt like Harper had gained 3 pounds overnight. She just felt very "heavy" and VERY big in there. It was an unexpected shift and I think I finally made the leap over to the "perpetually uncomfortable" side of the pregnancy. This really threw me for a loop, as I've had a relatively uneventful pregnancy. She's always been very active, but now it seems like I feel her every single movement and I have to readjust as a result. It's a weird thing. I'm also swollen all the time now and can only wear my wedding rings since they were sized bigger to begin with. Even my bracelet doesn't slide on and off easily anymore and is uncomfortable to wear. I've gotten slippers to wear at work because even my comfy Crocs - which are the only shoes I can wear anymore - leave big indentations.
By Thursday afternoon, I had pretty much had it and got home and had an emotional breakdown. I haven't had *too* many of the hormonal outbursts or random cryings, but when they happen, they happen good. I had gotten calmed down and had settled in for some dinner and TV when we got the call...
Cooper had to be put to sleep. I'm posting more about Cooper in my next post (above), but needless to say, this was hard news to take.
SOOOO... I'd like to wash this week OFF of me and throw it away never to be seen or heard from again. Except in this blog, of course. But I'm really hoping these posts serve as a reminder that nothing is promised, life is gonna throw you curveballs, and hopefully we can have the strength and resiliency to get back up. ALSO, though these weeks don't happen very often (THANKFULLY!), soon I'll be able to look back and see a definite purpose in it all. The last time I remember feeling like this was in January of 07 where it was a terrible MONTH. But looking back, that whole month led us here to Texas... and look where we are now. A beautiful home, great jobs, a baby on the way... and a whole future ahead of us.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
SNOW!!!
Okay, so we've had a few "dustings" since I've moved here, but this is full on, no doubt about it SNOW in Fort Worth, Texas!!! The news has been predicting it all week, and for once, there was something to make a big deal about!! I went to work this morning, but it was becoming quite obvious very quickly that things were looking treacherous out on the roads so I come home shortly after 2pm. It took me 2 hours to get home but I finally made it against all odds!!!!! Once home, I grabbed the camera and made Jon come outside to take some pictures. Soon the neighbors were outside with us, so I got some great shots of everyone. So much fun! Not sure about work tomorrow. They don't really have snow plows in Texas, so I'll have to wait for it to melt before I try to go anywhere. Oh, and I LOVE MY CAR!!! Iggy did such a great job, I had absolutely no problems as I trekked home. It was awesome!!
Jon and Sarge
The Parkers! David, Diana, Ethan and Noah.
The Kutz Clan: Christina, John & Hailey
Holly & Wylee
Wylee says "I'm not going out there!"
Hailey all wrapped up.
Jon and Holly
Quick Update
Don had surgery on Monday and it went very, very well. The only anticipated setback was never an issue, and the surgery only lasted about 2 1/2 hours. He recovered for 2 days at Baylor Grapevine, but was then offered the change to transfer to Baylor Irving to continue his recovery and participate in an inpatient therapy program. So that's where he's at! He'll be there at least another 10 days as he continues growing stronger and getting 3 hours of therapy a day. We're very excited he's doing it even though it means we don't get to stop by before and after work since that hospital isn't exactly anywhere near our way home.
Jon has been busy staining the kitchen cabinets and they're turning out really well. He took a detour last weekend to get the backyard all trimmed and beautified and he did an amazing job. I really couldn't believe how great it looked. We're very excited to have our new patio furniture and looking forward to enjoying our beautiful backyard this spring and summer!
My computer has a virus that I can't get rid of, which has put a serious hamper on my blogging. I'm going to plan on working on that tomorrow.
The pups are well - silly as ever. I'm attaching a few cute pics of Sarge and a video of each that we took in the snow today.
This is Wylee taking his first steps in snow (that we know of)
This is Sarge having a ball playing with his girlfriend Maggie in the snow.
Jon has been busy staining the kitchen cabinets and they're turning out really well. He took a detour last weekend to get the backyard all trimmed and beautified and he did an amazing job. I really couldn't believe how great it looked. We're very excited to have our new patio furniture and looking forward to enjoying our beautiful backyard this spring and summer!
My computer has a virus that I can't get rid of, which has put a serious hamper on my blogging. I'm going to plan on working on that tomorrow.
The pups are well - silly as ever. I'm attaching a few cute pics of Sarge and a video of each that we took in the snow today.
This is Wylee taking his first steps in snow (that we know of)
This is Sarge having a ball playing with his girlfriend Maggie in the snow.
BBQ
This past Sunday Jon and I had a few friends over for a BBQ at our house. We had to borrow the BBQ from John and Christina next door, and everyone brought a dish to share. We had a great time! Here are some of the pics.
Ethan and Noah flexing for the camera.
The gang
Notice the beautiful yard! Jon's handiwork...
Next door neighbors, John & Christina.
Friends Heather and Les.
Ethan and Noah flexing for the camera.
The gang
Notice the beautiful yard! Jon's handiwork...
Next door neighbors, John & Christina.
Friends Heather and Les.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
pics!
February's already halfway over!
Where the heck has the month gone?!?!
Quick recap on us: I battled a loooonng bout with allergies. Thanks Texas winds! Appreciate it! Jon managed to not get affected too badly - thank goodness!! And now we're just saying our prayers that we manage to avoid the flu that seems to be taking everyone down here.
The recent rain has the dogs sad, but me very happy. It will always be my favorite weather. I even got stuck out in it big time yesterday while staying out of the house so Jon could sleep. Crossing a parking lot, got absolutely DRENCHED in a downpour, but I loved it. No, I still don't own an umbrella. The only thing that makes me hate the rain is the MUDDY FEET!!! Especially those of the 4-legged variety. Each of our dogs have the things about them that make them less than perfect pups, and one of Sarge's is that he manages to bring in half the dirt from the outside in with him. Our white tile floor (and grout) does not cope with this well, so I just try not to get too frustrated and lay towels down and Swiffer as often as I feel like.
Unfortunately we had to cancel our plans for a road trip to Florida due to an unexpected major expense that came up (long story), but we're trying to make the most of our final 3 months with just the two of us. No babymoon in our future, but we're planning a small backyard potluck bbq in a few weekends and trying to scramble with finishing up a few home projects. This weekend we used the rest of Jon's gift cards to Home Depot and Lowe's and finally got a patio furniture set. We're VERY excited to put it to use. Jon and I have always enjoyed sitting outside as often as we can. And now that we have a huge (finished) backyard, we were looking forward to getting a bit bigger table than our little bistro set. NEXT: a bbq!!!! Eventually.... Maybe when his next birthday rolls around and we get more gift cards. :)
Jon cooked a wonderful dinner on Friday night for his parents and I for Jane's birthday. He did a wonderful job as always and she really loved it. Happy birthday, Jane!
Don's doctors have decided to do surgery, so he's got a couple more weeks to go until that. We're praying this will bring him the relief he's needing. Praying for the surgery to go well and for a speedy recovery.
That's all I've got for now! Til next time...
Holly
Quick recap on us: I battled a loooonng bout with allergies. Thanks Texas winds! Appreciate it! Jon managed to not get affected too badly - thank goodness!! And now we're just saying our prayers that we manage to avoid the flu that seems to be taking everyone down here.
The recent rain has the dogs sad, but me very happy. It will always be my favorite weather. I even got stuck out in it big time yesterday while staying out of the house so Jon could sleep. Crossing a parking lot, got absolutely DRENCHED in a downpour, but I loved it. No, I still don't own an umbrella. The only thing that makes me hate the rain is the MUDDY FEET!!! Especially those of the 4-legged variety. Each of our dogs have the things about them that make them less than perfect pups, and one of Sarge's is that he manages to bring in half the dirt from the outside in with him. Our white tile floor (and grout) does not cope with this well, so I just try not to get too frustrated and lay towels down and Swiffer as often as I feel like.
Unfortunately we had to cancel our plans for a road trip to Florida due to an unexpected major expense that came up (long story), but we're trying to make the most of our final 3 months with just the two of us. No babymoon in our future, but we're planning a small backyard potluck bbq in a few weekends and trying to scramble with finishing up a few home projects. This weekend we used the rest of Jon's gift cards to Home Depot and Lowe's and finally got a patio furniture set. We're VERY excited to put it to use. Jon and I have always enjoyed sitting outside as often as we can. And now that we have a huge (finished) backyard, we were looking forward to getting a bit bigger table than our little bistro set. NEXT: a bbq!!!! Eventually.... Maybe when his next birthday rolls around and we get more gift cards. :)
Jon cooked a wonderful dinner on Friday night for his parents and I for Jane's birthday. He did a wonderful job as always and she really loved it. Happy birthday, Jane!
Don's doctors have decided to do surgery, so he's got a couple more weeks to go until that. We're praying this will bring him the relief he's needing. Praying for the surgery to go well and for a speedy recovery.
That's all I've got for now! Til next time...
Holly
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