Like I was saying....
With the snow that came last Friday night, it made for a nice Saturday morning. The girls hadn’t ever seen snow deep enough to scoop up. So it made for some good snow ball fights. Here are a few pics:
This was a posed shot by a piece of tree.
Addie scooping up some snow off of a car. She thought it was fun to throw it at me, but not if I threw it at her.
Ella thought the snow was awesome until her hands turned into ice.
Ella thought it was clean enough to eat.
All I can say is wow.
Our goal over the weekend was to get to Clinton Thursday. Close on the house Friday morning. Pick up the 26′ Uhaul truck. Load it up. Then eat with some friends Friday night in Jacktown. And then drive home Saturday morning and unload everything into my dad’s house.
Started off well. We got there, watched LOST, closed on the house Friday (everything went SMOOTH) then went to get the truck. It was HUGE. I was scared of driving it. And it looked to be bigger than we needed. But rather than downsizing I kept it.
We get to the house and start loading up w/ a little help from our friends. Slowly, but steadily it became increasingly more and more obvious to me: our stuff wasn’t going to fit in that (too big) truck. The Wife tried to think positively about it, but it was clear to me. Two trips would be needed.
So here’s what we did. We packed that 26′ to the gills (sorta), emptied the house and moved everything else to the garage. Then before we drove to New Albany we reserved at 17′ UHaul. The drive to New Albany was through fog so thick you could hammer a nail into it, but we made it. Then we went to bed but I couldn’t get any sleep. Was still awake at 2am. I got up at 4:30am to drive back down to Clinton to load up the rest of our stuff.
My dad and I got it pretty easily and then it was another trip up I-55 to get back home. Once I arrived I got to unload two UHaul trucks. But somehow it all fit into my dad’s house. Although it’s tight, that means that our whole house full of stuff fit into storage space and extra bedrooms in my dad house that already had his and my stepmom’s stuff in it.
But with our “space” having our furniture in it now, it feels a little more comfortable. But we look forward to our own place soon. But are so thankful for the opportunity to save a little money in the coming months.
So Addison and I were reading through the story of Joseph over the last few nights. It’s a really good story with examples of trusting God and how He is at work in our circumstances even when we don’t always see it.
One night we got to the point where Joseph was working in Potiphar’s house and was basically in control of mostly everything … mostly.
But then Potiphar’s wife starts coming onto young Joe. Now Addison’s Bible isn’t super detailed, but it isn’t all bubbly, cartoony pictures either. And we got to the point where the woman kept telling Joseph, “Make love to me!” As soon as I read that part aloud, I started reading faster and thinking, “Don’t ask. Don’t ask. Don’t ask.”
Of course Addison stops me and asks, “What was she trying to get him to do?” 😬
So now I’m stuck. She is not a girl who is easily brushed aside. So I had to be creative and truthful on the fly. I ended up explaining that Potiphar was not at home and that Potiphar’s wife wanted Joseph to sleep in her bed with her and act like her husband, when Joseph was not her husband.
I paused … waiting to see if that was good enough. I could see the wheels turning in her six year old mind. And then she said, “Oh, okay.” And we kept reading.
So, yet another weekend is done for. Here’s a little of what took place:
So, there it is. Now it’s time to go to bed… How was your weekend?
I’m watching the MSU @ USC basketball game when my six year old asks me a question.
Her: Hey, Daddy? When it’s time for Mama’s baby to get here, is her belly going to bust open?
Me: No, her belly won’t bust open.
Her: So how does the baby come out?
Me: Um, it…. I’ll let you ask your mom…
So today I heard the dreaded words:
“The test shows she does have flu…”
My only response was, “Great!” Even though she’d been running and playing like nothing was wrong yesterday, today she is weak-eyed and wanting to sit in my lap unless she’s lying down. Such is parenthood. And it seems that her favorite place to keep her fingertips is in her mouth. So I’m hoping that no one else gets it. And I’m hoping this works.
But as we sit on the couch together, her older sister comes and hands her a homemade envelope. On the outside it reads, “Just thought you needed a little love. Hope you feel better.” And on the inside was a heart cutout and colored red.
After burning up the roads a little this past week/weekend I’m back in Oxford living out of my big Nike bag. I’m amazed at what all I can fit in there. But I really don’t mind living out of it. It’s not ideal, of course. But it’s where I am right now.
I pack it up each morning and usually don’t know til late afternoon or early evening where I’ll be unpacking it for the night. I guess there’s a sense of adventure to it all that way, huh?
But I think we’ve found a buyer for our house. Signed contract and all. There are a few things that a handy man needs to straighten up on the house before it is all said and done, but it is so amazing to be able to say we’ve got a bona fide buyer.
School is starting back up here at the University. So it should make things more interesting around town and campus. There were definitely more college students at church last night. Restaurants will be more crowded and traffic more clogged. But I look forward to it as well. It’s part of the character of the town. Yes, it’s Red and Blue. But that’s okay
I did get to go to Starkville on Saturday with The Fam. Got go to see a MSU basketball game. Man, I miss being able to see every home game. We won, but played pretty sloppy. But a win is a win.
I’m at my grandmother’s house right now. I’ve already been to my in-laws, my dad’s, my new church, and lots of neighborhoods around Oxford. I’m about to head to my mom’s. Then back here for supper tonight.
Then I’ll hit the road to sleep in my own bed tonight. The Wife and The Girls will sleep and I’ll let Matt and Kidd talk to me on the way home by way of my mp3 player. I think some more inlaws are going to follow us home.
Life is a whirlwind. But I do enjoy it!
Today was my last Sunday morning here at the church. It wasn’t dramatic or anything, but just a realization that things are changing swiftly. Mitchell said some kind words thing morning during the service. It meant a lot. Tonight is the Youth Christmas Party. And it is my last Sunday night here too. I think I have the best Dirty Santa Gift too!
Next weekend we’ll be out of town doing family Christmas stuff. Might be able to swing by The Orchard and hang out there a little in Oxford too. And then the last Sunday of the year I’ll be at BreakThru for the year end retreat. So it’s sort of weird. These next two weeks are going to be a little weird. We’ll be packing, boxing, cleaning out, storing, loading, driving/riding, Christmas-ing, and hoping to sell a house.
I ran across this on YouTube. I remember going to this hamburger restaurant since I was a little kid. My friends and I would ride our bikes up there. But a few years back my uncle bought the place. Now he runs it. It’s been in continuous operation since 1929.
This is a little story done on it from somewhere or another. That’s my uncle and aunt being interviewed. And no, I don’t talk just like they do.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xgC9qACeAwM[/youtube]
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