2nd Best Christmas Present…. EVER

Good Morning,y’all….. Want to know why I’m typing this at the crack of dawn? I understand that to many of you, eight AM isn’t that early. Heck, if you’re my in- laws,your day is half over ūüôā

But it’s early to me. I’m¬†awake though, and loving the reason why……

Steve got me a puppy for Christmas!!!! I know!! I’m like¬† a 6-year-old!!! Also, I’m using a too many exclamation points!!!!!

Anyway, she wasn’t totally a surprise, but he went and got her on Christmas Eve, from a rescue foster family situation. He actually did surprise me a little¬†because he called to let me know he was on his way home, and that he didn’t get one of the puppies, because they all looked sickly, and he was worried about getting into another Cancer-Dog situation. He was lying though, she was in the car all along!!!

She is adorable…. she’s 12 weeks, and about 4 pounds. She is half Maltese, half Shih Tzu¬†(Malshi? Malti- Tzu? IDK) so she’ll stay pretty small. For those of you who are friends with me¬†on Facebook, please don’t despair….. the pictures will stop soon. But she’s so cute I can’t help myself.

Also, so far I can only find the dog Snuggie in blue (she NEEDS one). If you find in pink, please let me know.

Her new dress

****If you want to know what my favorite Christmas present is, read John 3:16 in your Bible.

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Published in: on December 28, 2009 at 9:32 am  Comments (2)  

Life Lessons: Saturday Edition

1. This post is a day late. I was on airplanes all day yesterday, and my laptop is officially dead, so there was no way to do this on Friday.

2. Surprisingly, the world did not in fact, spin-off its axis due to Life Lessons not getting posted on Friday.

3. My blog is super important only in my world.

4. I am a fan of following the rules.

5. Yesterday someone on the plane had to be told to take his seat repeatedly.

6. Hello? Sit down!! They will ground our plane and I will not make my connecting flight and then I will not see Steve!!

7. And then you will get The Wrath of Sara.

8. Also, I was proud of myself. Someone was in the middle seat and fell asleep and I still asked the flight attendant for a drink.

9. Normally, I would not have wanted to disturb that sleeping person.

10. I was really thirsty.

11. Now I’m in Nashville.

12. I am a travelling fool this month.

13. I will be excited to sleep in my own bed on Tuesday.

14. My mother-in-law is taking me to a knitting shop today. I guess finishing my first project makes me a little crafty.

15. I am nervous about this trip, as I do not know anything about knitting.

16. I can do one stitch with super giant needles and yarn that hides flaws.

17. I have to go get ready to go now. Wish me luck.

Published in: on December 19, 2009 at 2:01 pm  Leave a Comment  

How Da Ya Like Dem Apples?

Soooo¬†since I was asked to take¬† permanent¬†sabbatical¬†leave from Bible-Mart, and I haven’t been home to see my family in almost a year, I¬†decided to practically move back in with my parents for a while. Steve¬†is in Nashville, and it’s boring at the house without him, so I’ve taken up residence in my parents freezing cold guest room. I’m leaving Friday though.

Anyway, the very first¬†time Steve came home with me, I¬†introduced him to The Apple Farm. Not just any apple farm, but THE APPLE FARM. It’s in my home town, and I love it, and now, so does Steve. My family went pretty much every year for hay rides, apple picking, cider doughnuts etc. Plus, the younger son of the family¬†that owns it was in my class growing up, so guess what he brought to every¬† party?

I’m not really a huge fruit fan (I actually prefer vegetables, I know, weird, right?) but their apples are so good!!! A few years ago, NY passed a law that forced them¬†to¬†start¬†pasteurizing¬†their cider, which apparently is very costly and scientific and you need giant machines for, and everyone was worried they wouldn’t be able to do it and they might go out of business. But alas, so far, so good.

Anyway, since Steve couldn’t be here this time, and I super- miss him, I decided to go there (because they are open when it’s freezing¬†out, because they are like super- farmers or something) and get him some of their amazing donuts and mini- pies and stuff, and ship it all the Nashville.

So¬†I¬†get there, and the same lady is working the counter and she’s so sweet.¬†¬†I¬†started to order, and then I remembered they don’t take debit cards, so I left to go to¬†an ATM, and then went back. We began talking, and when she found out I¬†was shipping them, she told me she would take an order of what I wanted to send, and they would make it fresh for me the next day.

Y’all, I was completely ready to spend money that day on whatever they had in the case. I¬†would never had known it wasn’t at its exact¬†freshness (and let me be clear, probably no one else would have either, it’s that good….). She knew I lived out¬†state, and I would¬†never have complained about any of it anyway. But, she told me anyway. So I placed an order, and went back in the next day, and it was all packed up and ready to go.¬†It was so fresh, it scented the whole car on the way to the post office.

Y’all, that is why I try to support local businesses. Because even in the middle of the crazy holiday season, even when they have products ready to go that they could have sold me, even when I¬†didn’t care because I¬†wanted to get it, ship it, and be done, they took care of me. They have enough pride in their work to only¬†give out the very best. It’s just a lil¬†ol’ apple farm, in a lil¬†ol’ town, but they made it their business to extend their hand this season.

P.S. Over- nighting¬†baked goods, in order to ensure they get to their destination at their peak, and so you make your husbands day? Totally worth it……

Published in: on December 15, 2009 at 11:41 am  Comments (1)  

Life Lessons

1. Blog friends are real friends.

2. Contrary to what other people try to tell you.

3. Especially when they get pretty new blogs, and totally understand your issues, and invite you to come along.

4. Or when they pick you to win this awesome giveaway. Ahem.

5. Snow is the worst.

6. My husband thinks we are retiring to a cabin in the mountains.

7. I’m going to need him to think a lot less steep rock and a lot more warm sand.

8. I had some of the best customer service experiences this week.

9. I can’t say what they are, as they involve a present for someone.

10. Polygamy intrigues me.

11. Not in a I-want-my-husband-to-take-a-second-wife-kind-of-way, just in a train-wreck-trying-to-comprehend-even-a-little-bit-kind-of-way.

12. That was a lot of hyphens.

13. I could totally not share my husband.

14. I cannot stand that Hawaiian Christmas song. The words “malikiliki¬†maka” make me physically ill.

15. I finished knitting my first scarf.

16. I actually finished it awhile ago. But I forgot to tell you.

17. It’s kind of messed up.

18. My mother-in-law is going to show me how to make a matching hat.

19. I kind of want the hat to have ear flaps.

20. I should probably tell her of those intentions.

21. This is a long list.

22. I’m done now.

Published in: on December 11, 2009 at 4:29 pm  Leave a Comment  

I need Prozac

Or Cymbalta. Or something. Seriously. I’m having major anxiety over here. Why? Everyone ditched me.

In less than a week, two of my absolute favorite bloggers abandoned me for fancier digs. They know who they are, but in case you’re wondering, it’s her and her.

And¬†I can’t even be really mad, because their new blogs are so cute and pretty. Now mine looks all lame and yucky. It’s all giant and reddish-brown, and not custom for me.¬†And,¬†I can’t move, because I’m already a stalker, so how would that look? Plus, the first few chapters of my book are saved here and that’s too much cutting and pasting.

So I’m staying here for now. But I’m not promising for how long. Plus I totally own a URL, which at some point, I need to do something with…

Anyway, Sounds Like Tomatoes and Much More Than Mommy….. I’m very happy for you and your pretty new blogs. And not in a Hand That Rocks the Cradle kind of way…. just don’t forget about us un-fancy blogs over here…..

Published in: on December 10, 2009 at 4:45 pm  Comments (2)  

Bleh…

Well friends, I made it exactly 10 days. 1o days for what? I made it 10 days in Upstate New York without having to deal with snow.

Apparently Global Warming has hit here pretty hard (which I know about thanks to Al Gore and his internet), because the weather so far this winter has actually been pretty much the same as it is back in Raleigh. Which I can totally deal with.

Until today. It’s snow-y, and wind-y, and suck-y. Weather like this is pretty much the main reason I moved South (my crazy family came in a close 2nd…Just kidding… Kind of…).

I know to people raised¬†in the South, the snow seems romantic and exciting. Let me break it down for you. It’s cold. And wet. Also, it gets unwillingly brought into the house via people’s¬†shoes (regardless of the “take your boots off rule”), so your socks are always just a little wet. You get nosebleeds¬†from needing to have the heat on all the time. You hands, lips and face are always just a little chapped. It messes with your head…. by February, you can’t tell the grey yucky snow from the grey yucky skyline. It makes you think that North Carolina, and now Tennessee, just aren’t close enough to the equator, and therefore Cuba, starts to look like¬†a great option…..

And to my family members that might read this,¬†there’s no need to comment. I get it.¬†I grew up here, I should be used to it, this wasn’t even a bad storm, blah, blah, blah….. I completely own the fact that¬†I ditched y’all, and moved to the South. My blood is thinner, my hands are softer, and my tulips sprout sooner…. I just can’t trade that for freezing rain and windy conditions….

Published in: on December 9, 2009 at 11:23 am  Leave a Comment  

Life Lessons

1. It is good to be home. Home like where I grew up, not home where we pay a mortgage.

2. It’s good to be home where¬†we pay mortgage also, especially since my husband fixed the heat.

3. He is super-man.

4. If you meet an awesome baby when you are really beginning to think you want to start a family, it fuels the fire.

5. Also, you start to think kidnapping may be the way to get your own awesome baby.

6. But you can’t do that, because then you’d be on America’s Most Wanted.

7. And John Walsh has the CREEPIEST. VOICE. EVER.

8. If you walk around the mall in a wool sweater, with a VELCO ROLLER STUCK TO THE BACK, not a single person will tell you.

9. Even if you stand in a super long line at Starbucks.

10. Also, maybe you’re a grown up¬†when this doesn’t completely humiliate you, but instead you text people to tell them about it.

11. Dog breeders are kind of weird.

12. Like they only communicate well with animals.

13. I think that maybe they’re getting high off the smell of puppy pads and it’s socially stunting them.

14. I’m totally getting a new puppy.

15. She’s my christmas present. And adorable.

16. Steve won’t let me buy her her own sofa.

17. Or one of those snuggly pouches (like you would carry a baby in) to carry her in.

18. Something about her having 4 legs of her own to walk on.

19. BUT, she is getting a cute pink Snuggie Blanket.

20. I haven’t ordered any of it yet, but when it adds up, it would actually be cheaper to just have the baby…..

Published in: on December 4, 2009 at 10:55 am  Leave a Comment  

Unbreakable

So pretty much¬†one of my favorite people in the world had a baby last March. My cousin Stephi, had a baby girl, Ella Shea. And what with all the down-sizing and house construction, moving, painting, interviewing, getting fired, and plans to move to another state, I¬†¬†(just this week) got the chance to come home and meet her. I know, I know, I’m a horrible person…

Y’all, I am NOT a baby person. I adore ALL of my nieces and nephews and I am sure I will have kids of my own, and that will be great, but babies make me nervous. When my sister- in- law Katie, ¬†had her daughter Isabella, last year, I was terrified to hold her. She was TINY. And totally breakable. Plus, when you don’t¬†have kids and you are recently married, people absolutely watch to see how you’re going to be with a baby, and the last thing I needed was to make that¬†child cry. Which she probably would have. Also, most newborns look like an aliens/ old men/ ET.

Anyway, now Ella is almost 9 months old. She is ADORABLE. And completely non- breakable. In fact, she could probably take most other babies, and maybe a toddler or two. So I held her, and she did not melt down, and was basically just awesome.

So now I want one. Cause babies rock. And it doesn’t hurt that Steve and I are getting back to a place (faster than I thought possible) to where the thought of having a baby is a good thing. Too bad we live in different states. I guess we’ll have to start with a puppy. But all you knitters/ sewers/ crafty people be warned…. not too much longer!!!!!

p.s.¬†I would put a picture up, but my camera is at home and I have absolutely no idea how to get a picture from my phone to the computer. Which is why my life is generally documented in words only……

Published in: on December 2, 2009 at 10:39 am  Comments (1)  

So Very Thankful

Y’all,¬†I know that this post is about four days behind Thanksgiving, but in the spirit of the holiday, let it go, ok? I was the solo- cook for Thanksgiving (not because¬†my¬†guests didn’t offer, but because I am a control freak. Maybe I should work on it, but I have bigger fish to fry…) ANYWAY, there is A LOT I am grateful for this year (being able to live in our house, Steve getting this amazing job, getting to move to Nashville, our health,¬† not working Black¬†Friday, blah, blah blah…). The thing I’m most grateful for? My marriage…

It hasn’t been great, people. Steve and I made a lot of mistakes while dating (y’all are grown- ups, use your imagination). These were mistakes¬†that led to the foundation of our marriage being made of paper mache, as opposed to cement. So we’ve basically¬†spent every day after that day, working on patching up cracks and trying to fortify our marriage with the cement we were supposed to use in the beginning. Only we still weren’t. We were still trying to do it all on our own, as opposed to lifting our marriage up to God, and following His instructions for a healthy marriage. We were using a glue stick. Not good enough.

After we starting attending Summit Church, it really clicked for us, and things started to really improve (and not just the temporary mini- improvements¬†of before). Then, he got¬†a job, in another state. We knew this would make or break our marriage. At times, we were really more like roommates, so would we actually miss each other enough to stay¬†committed¬†and put in the extra effort a long distance relationship requires? The first few day were a little rough. I do not have¬†a car, and so I’m basically stuck in our house all day long, dependent on other people. I did not handle this well at all. And¬†I let Steve know it. Then I started to use a lot of that extra time to pray, and to worship and to study and to revel in God’s word. Things became a lot easier, and not so lonely.

The best part? Somewhere in the middle of that alone time with God, I became a better wife. I really missed Steve, and I knew he missed me. Our phone conversations got longer, and more meaningful. He came early, even though it was more out of his way, and he would have to then drive back down to Atlanta, and I knew he was inconvenienced for me, and that kind of meant a lot. So I went with him to Atlanta , and even though we were exhausted, and only there for one day, it was a great trip.

We had some pretty¬†serious conversations when he was home for Thanksgiving, and we really each had enough concerns that it maybe would have seemed easier to be done. There’s¬†a lot of hurt feelings, and a lot of wrongs that while forgiven, won’t be soon forgotten. So were we both in? Or were we done? We talked, we cried, and then we prayed. We decided to devote¬†our marriage¬†to serving God, and to following His instructions, and to doing the right things, even when the wrong ones are just easier.

I’m thankful for my marriage. I’m thankful that next year,¬†I can be thankful for my marriage again. I’m thankful that for the rest of my life,¬†I will have my marriage to be thankful for. Mostly, I’m thank for my marriage to God. It’s a marriage full of His forgiveness, which leads the way for the forgiveness of all else…..

 

Published in: on November 30, 2009 at 12:04 pm  Leave a Comment  

All Dogs Go To Heaven

Steve and I had been dating about a year when I decided we needed a dog. We had just moved to Greenville SC, both having been promoted into new positions, and life was great. Except, my job was kind of suck-y. Not like at Bible- Mart, but not what I was used to. I was brought in to be an acting General Manager while someone was out on maternity leave. I was new to the position, new to the area, people in the store were bitter, and I was very aware that the DM was counting on me to have a lot of company loyalty, and that my primary purpose was to help her clean house. Which I excelled at, but it meant I had a very long lunch break to myself each day.

¬†One day I discovered there was an animal shelter right around the corner, and that’s where I would go on my breaks. I was walking through¬†the dog area one day, when¬†I saw him… the dog we needed. Actually, he was probably the worst dog choice¬†I could have made at the time. It’s hard to fit a St Bernard¬†mix into apartment¬†living. But he was sweet, and had the biggest head, and all four paws looked like he was wearing socks. And he looked so sad. So everyday for a week,¬†I bugged Steve about him. FINALLY he gave in and said I could get him. Y’all, I am aware this was only to shut me up. I did not care. I was rescuing this dog.

I was told at the shelter he didn’t like men. I couldn’t get him into my car. He smelled horrible. And he coughed like an asthmatic¬†smoker. But he was mine. I changed his name from Simba¬†(stupid) to Bama, which I thought would help Steve get over losing the dog- battle. I called Steve at work to tell him to be careful when he came home, as the dog didn’t like men. YEAH RIGHT…… from the moment Steve walked in, Bama¬†followed him everywhere. EVERYWHERE. I tried explaining to Bama¬†that Steve didn’t¬†even want him, that I was the one who had rescued him. It didn’t matter. Steve was the owner Bama¬†adopted. Which is the exact reason why, after having owned Bama¬†for 2 weeks, we brought home¬†my little Shih-Tzu, Yogi…..

In the last 2 years,¬†I have watched¬†Steve and Bama¬†snuggle on the couch, sleep together on the recliner, and spoon in bed. I am not kidding. Then, the other night, I had to sign papers and help Steve say good- bye. Bama¬†was too badly hurt after the car¬†hit him, and it was prolonging¬†his pain to keep him alive any longer. When they brought him in the room for us to see one more time, he was sleeping, snoring like a fuzzy old man. He went peacefully, much to the relief of everyone in the room.Yogi still hasn’t been found. I hope and pray that means some other family is loving him right now.

They were good dogs. They could be annoying, but mostly they were full of unconditional¬†love. They liked to sleep in the bed, because it was way more comfortable than the floor. They didn’t really like each other inside the house, but outside, they were a team. They were crazy protective, but sweet and good with kids. They are horribly, terribly, devastatingly missed. And so, because I’m a selfish human, and it makes me feel better, I will choose to believe Disney on this one….. All Dogs DO Go To Heaven

Published in: on November 25, 2009 at 11:35 am  Comments (2)