Remiss

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I apologize for being so remiss in my blogging of late. I realize that I haven't been on here for some time. It's been busy. I can't even remember the last update I gave.

Andrew had his birthday at the end of September, his parents were up to celebrate it. That was nice. I'm almost ashamed to say the thoughts I am having towards my own. It's always around my birthday that I feel the most forgotten. It seems that no one cares about it or even remembers. I feel like I have to remind most people. My own mother sends me an e-card. She's never been really good at mail cards or presents. And my MIL is really good at this stuff, and most years I can count on some birthday money to do something I want to with, but last year I didn't get anything. Andrew got just about everything on his list. They asked what he wanted and he got it. Nadia gets tons of gifts from everyone. I realize she's a child and the first grandchild so that means she'll get more.
I guess I'm just not holding my breath for this years birthday. My parents are in NM, so they probably won't be visiting. Andrew's parents aren't planning on being up just because it's so close to Thanksgiving and we are coming down for that. Probably won't do my birthday at Thanksgiving anyway. It's just a birthday, but it's my day. I've always thought of my birthday as my special day. Seems no one else sees it that way. The church even made a big to-do about Andrew's birthday and Nadia's, even threw her a big party. I don't think anyone knows my birthday. I keep telling Andrew I want to go out for dinner on my birthday, get something nice and I want just one piece of cake for my birthday. I do want a present (you who are married know you have to spell this out for your hubby.) And one of my love languages is gifts. I'm sorry, but it just is. And maybe this is just one big pity party, but this is my personal soap box so I can say it if I want to. I just needed to get that out. And maybe I'm just being hormonal. I dunno.
Anyway, we celebrated Andrew's birthday, I gave him a homemade vest that turned out exceptionally well. I was also able to get up the quilted window coverings in Nadia's room. They are basically the size of a lap quilt, but it holds the heat in and cold out much better than what we can buy with the money we have. Plus they look cute. I am pleased. We have just one paned windows in the house that don't seal very well. The guest room has one window that actually has a breeze coming in when it's shut. The church plans on replacing the windows next spring. So one winter is all we need to, um, winter.
Then two weeks later we had Andrew's installation, his parents were up for that. Andrew is now the official pastor at our church. It was a joyous day. I made Sweet Vanilla Challah. A celebration bread, that I thought was very appropriate.
Then last weekend my brother got married to a wonderful young woman. (I can say that, she's one year younger than me.) The wedding was beautiful. Andrew did the pictures for it, I watched Nadia. My father married them and my mother did the music. It was a definite family affair. I am proud to have Heather as a SIL. I pray this marriage lasts. Both my brother and Andrew's have or are going through a divorce. Divorce is nasty. I don't like it. I pray for peace, growth and commitment in this marriage. Heather seems better for John. I can only hope they have Christ as their center.
My parents visited with us after the wedding for a few days. That was nice. They hadn't seen our home yet and it was nice to have them visit for a while. Nadia enjoyed having them around. I did to. Although I do notice my mother going the way of my grandmother. My full-blooded Russian grandmother was found miles away from her home, lost and unable to get home by a state trooper. She has since been put in a nursing home, in the Alzheimer's ward, where she cannot get out. I do not have a good relationship with my grandmother. Boys were everything in her book. I was always fat. When my mom and dad went to visit her, my mother could not find one picture of herself amongst my grandmothers pictures. How sad. There was one little picture of John and I. It's so strange. Because with both of my grandmothers, my family was the ones that were around them and helped them the most. Now when the chips are down (I'm not talking money either) they want nothing to do with us! I don't understand it. At any rate, I feel convicted that I need to visit my grandmother. She's going downhill fast. I wonder if she'll even recognize me. The last she saw I was still very overweight. I might still be in her eyes. (I was able to fit into a size 10 jeans yesterday and that was pre-period!) But I am going to go. I am taking my husband, I am taking my daughter. And I will leave if she starts to pick on any of us. There is no need for that. I will do what I need to do. So that was up until today.
My heart has been contemplating circumcision. Not for me, but for any future boys we might have. I was really stark about getting it done, but once I saw one done on a little boy, I had a hard time justifying something that scripture says we no longer need to do. Did you know that the circumcision they do to day is not the circumcision they performed in the old testament? In the OT they just snipped the small part of the foreskin that protruded from the end of the penis. Not this whole taking off of the foreskin. Andrew is reconsidering it, having it done the old way, but I want nothing to do with it. I cannot in good conscious do something that scripture says we don't need to do. My mother heart cringes for boys we do not have. Maybe I won't have to make that decision, maybe we'll have all girls. Chances are though, we'll have at least one. At any rate, I've been struggling with that and really questioning it. If you have any insights I'd love to hear them.
Well I think I've made up for my long silence. Blessings to you

My Journey Part 1

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I've been inspired to write about my weight loss journey. I figure I'll start from the beginning. I was always overweight. I mean, I was born at an average weight, but when you grow up on a farm where there are meat and potatoes for much of the meals in your formative years, one can only guess that you'll put on a few pounds. I was pleasingly plump when I was young. I would go to gramma's house, who always had soda, ice cream, cookies and whole milk for our snacks. I can't remember healthy snacks like banana's, or apples being around. It was always a huge bowl of ice cream. With Hershey's syrup dribbled on top. It was good. I loved it.
Now keep in mind, I did grow up on a farm. We did have fresh veggies in the summer, that we ate in abundance. Towards the end of the summer every night was corn on the cob (slathered in butter) and sliced tomatoes (with my mom's homemade mayo on top, like .5 cup of oil in each batch). During the winter there was my gramma's scalloped potatoes, apple pies, mac n cheese (oh, I'd break my diet for a dish of that right now, there are some things worth the calories!) and other assundry items. Eating at my house and my gramma's house was good. Too good. My the time I was in 3rd grade I weighed 100lbs. I still remember being in the nurses office with my class and the nurse shouting the weight across the room to the teacher over everyone's head. Humiliating. Anyway. I was big.
Most of my pictures, when I was young, I was overweight. My brother made fun of me. My maternal grandmother made fun of me. She once called me a tub of lard. That hurt. It still does. One of the reasons I can't bring up the gumption to go see her. Even though she's only 3 hours away. But yet, she'd call me fat and then turn around and feed me, stuff me full of food, feel my stomach to make sure it was full. I never understood her philosophy of eating and being fat.
When I was 7 or 8, my mom got on a real health kick. I mean, it was extreme. The thing is, she's never gotten off of it. She put my brother and me on an extreme diet. Sugars, white flours, dairy, basically all of the food groups we ate were cut out of our diet. It put strain on our family, strain on our budget (health food is expensive! and even more so 20 years ago), a strain on my parents marriage. And nevermind, we didn't eat that way when we went to gramma's. We'd sneak back and eat cookies, candy and ice cream. And my gramma would say 'you daren't (have you heard that word in a while?) have that, but here you go'. Completely usurping my mother's rule. I can see why that relationship is strained now.
There was one extreme diet that my mom had us on, it was so low cal it's not funny. I lost so much weight being on it. I have one picture of me, thin, in my childhood and its from that picture.
The thing about those diets were that, my brother and I cheated every moment we got. And we went overboard. We ate more than what we probably would've if we would've been allowed a treat every now and then. I can remember hiding icing containers under my dresser in my room and sitting in the privacy of my room, eating finger full after finger full of icing. Disgusting. How shameful.
So that was my childhood, basically. I was heavy, my mother put us on diets and I still really never learned how to eat right, or how to stay at a good weight. I learned extremes in eating. And those lessons served me for a long time.

8 Random Facts About Me.... (YAY! I've been tagged!)

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These are the rules of being tagged: RULES - Post rules before giving the facts - Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves - People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules - At the end of the your blog you need to tag (hopefully) six people and list their names - Leave them a comment on their blog, telling them they have been tagged and not to forget to read your blog.

*8 Random Facts About Me......

1. I know how to milk cows. I grew up on a farm and we had a milk cow. I learned by age five. We had one cow that got pregnant way too young and her teets were too little for my fathers hands. I was her milker till we could dry her up. Her calf didn't live, she was that small.
2. I don't color my hair, it is the color God gave me. I did, one time for my 21st birthday, got subtle (read, invisible) highlights. My former SIL gave them to me. I felt like something special.
3. I buy 50lb bags of ww flour to make our bread products every 4 months. I use Wheat Montana Flour. It is actually a white whole wheat, which is a whole wheat, but they use a spring wheat berry that grinds to a whiter color than the red wheat berry. So it is 100% whole wheat, but just whiter. I can use it interchangeably with bleached flour and get better, higher quality baking products with it.
4. I use a food co-0p. It is from Frankferd Farms Foods. They specialize in organic foods. I'm not all that intersted about that, but the prices are better and that's what I'm in for. I got involved when Nadia wouldn't drink cow's milk, but would eat whole milk yogurt from Stonyfield Farms (which is $$$). But from the co-op it is much much cheaper.
5. I nursed Nadia exactly 2 years. And she never got a drop of formula. I actually miss nursing. :( But I wanted to stop before I hated it. I'm glad I stopped when I did.
6. I feel like a terrible mother sometimes. I'm sure we all do. Does that mean we are good mothers, when we feel like bad ones?
7. I have less clothes in my closet than my husband. Mainly because I keep loosing weight so quickly I don't have the time to bulk up on my supply. And my hubby on the other hand stays at the same weight for years, grrr, and obtains all his friends, um, too small clothes. His clothing replicates like rabbits.
8. I like historical fiction novels, but haven't been able to put my hands on one for a while. The libraries here are either out of reach (construction) or not so good. I did read Lord of the Flies, which was gruesome to say the least!

Now I've got to tag some people.

Shannon


Oh fiddlesticks, that's all I can think of. Everyone else I've thought of has been tagged. bummer.

I am me....

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I am a Runner.

I am a homemade breadmaker.

I am a Sam's club shopper.

I am a calorie counter.

I am a worry wart.

I am MAMA!

I am a natural blond.

I am 5'6.

I am a cook.

I am a Little House On the Prairie fan.

I am a cloth diaperer.

I am a 34D. *blush*

I am a third generation Russian.

I am a mutt (because I am also Irish, Scottish, English and German.)

I am an early riser.

I am a breastfeeding advocate.

I am a weight loss success.

I am a wife.

I am a sister.

I am an ebayer.

I am a Goodwiller.

I am a bargain shopper.

I am a daughter.

I am a friend.

I am married to a pastor.

I am the pastors wife. :)

I am a seamstress.

I am a lover.

I am loved.

I am a writer and poet.

I am an artist.


But of all the things that I am, the one thing that I am for sure is a daughter of THE GREAT I AM.



I am just 'here, I am.'

Just Floatin.....Like on a big wide ocean......

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Out to the sea..................


Life is good.


I guess I've lived off of that last post for far too long. I figured that since it was such a milestone, I could let it linger a bit longer than usual.

Anyway, life is good. We are getting more and more settled. I think only the study needs to be organized. But that is hubby's area, so it may take longer, as he is busy with church and such. I'm getting to know the area more. I've even found an ob/gyn that I think will be good. I have an appt with her for a yearly in a few weeks. I haven't had one for two years. But, hey, that's ok. I'm not on drugs, only one guy and no problems.

I've always had a voice in my head. It's always there. I don't know when it started, but it's always there. Now before you go calling the paddywagon to take me away, it's not like an audible voice. It's more like a thought, or a screen. Most of the life that I experience is filtered through a screen of weight. When I wake up in the morning I think about what and when I will eat for breakfast. After breakfast I think about when I can eat again. And so on for meals. When I meet another woman, I think "Oh, goodness, she's so much skinnier than I am. I need to loose weight." I am too ashamed to say that I feel relief when I meet someone who's the same weight or heavier than me. I've lost all this weight and all I can see is the rolls still on the front of me, all of the fat on my behind and my heavy thighs. It seems like this is always a voice telling me that I need to loose weight or that I'm not skinny enough. And food! What a love hate relationship I have with it. I love to eat, but it is such a temptation. And I wish I wasn't such a good cook. I cook good tasting food. I wish I wasn't thinking like this all the time. It just seems that everything that comes into my sensory from one way or another is filtered critically through this screen. I feel good if I've eaten only fruits and veggies or if my caloric intake is soooo below 1500 calories. It's like I'm ok then. If I eat too much (ie - 1600 calories) then I have to justify that it's ok. It's only this one time. It won't happen again. And when I step on the scale in the morning and my weight is up a pound or two I think back to what I ate the day before so as to cause such a drastic weight gain. When I know that this extra that or this couldn't cause me to gain 2 pounds overnight. This thinking is everywhere, in everything!
And yes, there are times that I look in the mirror and think "wow, I have lost a lot of weight and yes, I do look great." But my eyes go to the areas that are too big. I don't think I'll ever get rid of this dough belly. And that's not all Nadia either, it's just being so gosh darned heavy for so long. I have it on my arms too. It's just like excess skin. Yuk.
Does anyone else have this voice? This filter? Please tell me I'm not the only one.

I'm Half The Woman I Used To Be.....

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Well, I lost that last pound. I did it. It's done. Over. Completed. I can't believe it. I have lost 115 pounds. WooHoo!! But just so you know I haven't been fibbing to you for the past 9 months, here are some photo's of myself before, almost 8 years ago:



























And here I am now:

























I know I don't have all that great of a smile in this pic, but you get a more 'natural' look-see.






















And thanks to my multi-talented, photographer, pastor and hubby for making me look like a model of sorts. (Ain't he hansome? Don't you know he's sitting right here reading this?) Har har har.


So there you have it folks, I lost my weight and I don't know where to find it. I mean, come on, that's a lot of weight! That's like another person, or a huge Labrador retriever, or four tires on a car (well I could say something about tires on me, but I'll save that for another time). I digress. Now I just have to maintain. Actually, according to all of the ideal weight calculators, they say I have to loose another 10 lbs. Well I'm going to work at staying here, so, in all reality, that means I'll probably continue to loose weight. But I won't be hyper about it. I'm just going to keep on trucking and eventually my body will settle at a weight that is good for me. For right now if the scale never budges from 165 I'll be ok with that. That was my goal. And that's where I'm at. Oh and as for pregnancy? I'll still count calories, although I'll seek to eat a bit more, but still have a limit and I'll continue to exercise. It seems that I need to
write down what I eat, or I just have no idea as to what's going in my mouth.

Oh and I do get a reward. I chose a beautiful ring (actually I haven't bought it yet, I have to see if they can size it down that far.) But here it is:





Since I don't know about copyrights and stuff like that on the net, this is where I got the picture from Dakota Exchange on ebay. I hope that works.

Well anyway, just wanted to share that with you. Thanks for egging me on and keep on to those who are trying, you can do it!

Potpourri

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Forgive me, I haven't felt much like blogging since we got back on the net. I'm just so tired. Oh, we don't have very many things to unpack yet, just still trying to get in a groove. I've been taking naps the past couple of weeks when Nadia lays down. Just a little 30 min thing, it helps.

We are just about all set up in this house. I love it here. I've been a bit of a bear lately. And I thank the Lord for showing that to me. I think it was being used to hinder Andrew in setting up a ministry. You know, stealing his joy. Nadia's just been especially trying of late. I'm trying to spend more time with her and be more understanding of her needs. I realize that most of the time when she is acting up she either needs educated as to what we want her to do, or she has a need. Like love and attention, or helping her to learn self control, or re-direct. Sometimes it's just easier to yell. I am so embarrassed by that. But it is. It's harder to act in a loving manner towards my child. But it so hurts at the end of the day when she's gone to bed and the only interaction she's had with me is not what I had imagined with my child.

Been thinking of having another one. How do you do it with two? I am sort of scared. Having one took me by surprise and I am just a little scared about how I am going to react to having two. Who knows? Maybe I'll be great! I hope so. Look positively, look positively. I'll make it, I'll do it. I know I will. God is my strength.

I have at least three sewing projects that I am so not wanting to get done. I think I sewed enough for a year with Sara's dress. Two vests for Andrew and curtains for the kitchen. They are all relatively easy, but I just don't have the want to to get it done. I will, I think, this afternoon. Maybe Nadia will let me. Hah!

Oh and as of this morning, I have 1 big ol pound to go to get to my goal weight. YAY! I am currently a Med top, 12 in jeans and 10 in skirts. I can't believe it. I have lost 114 pounds so far. I can't believe it. I was a big woman. Maybe next time I blog I will have lost that pound and will have some pics for you. I will also post a before picture. So anyway.

I am going to go blow bubbles with Nadia right now, in lieu of trying to spend more quality time with her. Tonight is pizza night. I love pizza night.

She woke up early from her nap, but she is in a good mood, so I guess that means she had a good nap, right? Experienced mothers tell me this, please.....

Later.

Opening Another Box

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When I opened this blog for the first time in two weeks, ie-got on the net for the first time in two weeks, I felt like I was opening yet another box that I had taped shut not so long ago. It's been so long and so much has happened since I last got on here. Where do I start?

Well the end of our last week in our old house found me scurrying around, packing last minute things, taking care of a little girl and trying to keep my wits about me with my husband and FIL (grrr) working household projects all around. Things got done. The truck was packed Sunday afternoon (after a scarey delay in actually getting the truck and a nice steady downpour of rain right before it arrived.) And we left our home of 5 years, the one so many memories were made in, on Monday morning. The drive to our new home was uneventful. We got here and there was a crew waiting to unload the truck. Hallelujah! My MIL and BIL were here, God-sends, those two. And a huge welcome crew from the church. We are so blessed. They had a hot dinner ready at the church, with a birthday party for Nadia! She turned two last wednesday. They even got the crib put together, and one of the ladies from the church went to the city to get barrel nuts that I lost from the crib, so that it could be put together correctly. The truck was unloaded in about two hours. Wow! Nadia finally got to bed around 9pm. For those of you who know me well, that was a lot for me. Poor little thing was wasted. We all slept soundly that night, and Andrew and I slept in our bed that night. YAY!

I think I am going to do this in spurts. As I am tired. I am also heading into a visit with Aunt Flo so I am cranky, hormonal and EATING EVERYTHING IN SIGHT! So I will post the next couple of days tomorrow. But we are here, we are settled, pretty much and finally back into somewhat of a routine. Thank you God for all Your blessings.

PS-we have health insurance starting Sept 1. It's probably just about the best we could get. I am so very thankful, you cannot know. This means......BABIES!! Oh, I'm not pregnant yet, the insurance agent actually told us to wait to try until January. Just to make sure we'd be covered. Anyway. I'll tell you more about that too.

Later!

It's Down To The Wire Now...

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It's less than a week till we move. I think it's taking it's toll on me. I've been nauseous the past two weeks off and on. No, I'm not pregnant. I haven't even ovulated yet. I know these things, I keep very close tabs on them. It's stress. I know that.
Things are coming together. We have very little to pack now. I mean, yeah, we have things to pack, but most of it can be done within a day or two. You know, it's the last minute stuff.
Andrew heard from the church. We had told them that our move date originally was two weeks later, so they planned on that. But then we moved it up, because that's when most of our help could come. And so the church had already made plans for their pulpit supply pastor to have his last sunday on the 12. Well that would be our first sunday. So, Andrew won't be preaching, which will be nice. We will be able to just go to church and concentrate that week previous on settling in. Nice. His first official day will be August 14, board meeting. Which is in the evening and so he has basically one whole week to focus on settling in and two weeks until a sunday. I'm excited.
He's been going through his childhood this past weekend and selling it on ebay. YAY! He's made quite a sum. I'm glad for that. It will help with moving in that, less to move and more money with which to move.
Oh and our first sunday there is the sunday school picnic. It's at a parishioners house who has a pool. I pray I don't have my cycle. I pray I have less cellulite. I pray I can find my swimsuit. I bought a new one. It looks really nice.
Today was our last sunday at our church. It's bittersweet. Many didn't know it was our last sunday. I will miss them. The sermon was very apropos. It seems that God is wasting no time in using our last month of sundays to prep us or explain to us His meaning for the last year. It has been good.
Well I am going to go on hiatus for a bit as I don't know when we will be back on after we move. I don't suppose it will be long, but I will just ask for prayers and thank you for those prayers.
We pack the truck August 5 and move out August 6.
Hopefully the next update you get, I'll be in PA!
Blessings.

We've Got a Date!

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It's with a moving truck! We finally got our date for moving nailed down. We are moving August 6. I know I know, it's soon, but the day we found out we were moving, July 9, I packed a box. And have been packing boxes ever since. Most of our stuff is packed. We've been humming right along and I'm actually quite pleased with our progress. So is hubby. Although, our house is small and our garage is eclectically organized (read: A MESS!). So we cannot store our boxes in there until we move. Soooooo we have boxes lined up, stacked up, stored up in the hallway, in our room, in the living room, basically any available space that is not occupied, or is not required for living at this point. It's cramped. But we don't care! We are leaving in...ACK! TWO WEEKS! breathe in breathe out.........


My last day at work is Tuesday, that is, if my trainee needs me to come in. He's catching on very quickly and I might not have to. Hubby's last day at work is Friday and then my father in law is coming out to help with carpentry type things. He will be helping to drive one of the vehicles to the church. What a blessing. And my bff will be coming the weekend before we go to help with Nadia and packing last minute things. We have such a list of things to do to the house before we put it up for sale. But God is good. We will get done what needs to be done. I am already impressed with how well we are moving and so I am not worrying about those things.

We are attending our former church tomorrow. We left with them knowing we were leaving, so we can go back to say final goodbyes. Then, Sunday evening, we are attending our church picnic. I love church picnics. Nadia should be a riot. Looking forward to it, it's a good way to chat with everyone before we go. It's interesting, because at last years picnic we had just gotten back from a regional approval meeting that went very wrong. Now were are going to say goodbye. It's good.

Well I had better go. I've got so many things to do and I do want to get some time to rest.

Oh, did I mention? I got to 169!!!! I have just 4lbs to go to get to my goal weight. That's right, just FOUR measly pounds. I'm ecstatic. I still haven't figured out what I am going to do to celebrate. 115lbs is a lot of weight to loose, I definitely need to celebrate. I'll let you know what I figure out. You think too. I welcome ideas.

Have a great evening!

Organized Chaos....Well Sort Of

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My house is in a state of disarray right now. Oh I'm sure it's not THAT bad, but there are boxes everywhere, some half full of JUNK and empty boxes and full boxes, just lying around. I have piles of stuff for freecycle and things to pitch. It seems that my daughter has noted these changes and is deciding that NOW would be a great time to lapse into the terrible twos. NO NO NO NO! (her and well, me too.) She wants to do everything herself, which makes me sloooow down. She wants something, then doesn't want it. She won't eat her meals, but cries for food as soon as she's put down. Ugh. I am very frustrated at this point and usually around 6:30 I can't wait for her to be in bed, but then after she goes to bed I feel so bad about how the day went. Oh, I'm getting better, I am learning the best approach is to be firm and stay with what I told her, but do it in a low, calm, hushed voice. Raising my voice only makes her worse.
Not only that, but I am trying to be cheerful and chipper for when my husband comes home. I want to be sure that home is a welcome place for him to be and come to at the end of the day. That is really hard when at around 5pm I am trying to get dinner on so that my husband can have a hot meal to eat, have a hungry, cranky, tired toddler who is clinging to me, asking to watch, needing help with something or just whining and try to have a wonderful welcome for my husband. What I'd like to have happen, this would be my ideal homecoming for hubby. Nadia is sitting on the floor, coloring, smiling brightly as her father walks through the door. My hair is neatly up swept in a cute bun and I am wearing just a touch of lipstick and makeup. Supper is just about done, which, by the way, has been wafting out the open window enticing my husband to come in. Then as he walks through the door, I meet him with a kiss, a cold glass of water and I proceed to take off his shoes for him. Meanwhile Nadia nicely says "papa!" runs over waiting for him to pick her up. That would be my ideal. Here is what really happens. Nadia is right at my feet, arms outstretched, whining, begging to watch or something. There is stuff (read: toys) strewn about all over the kitchen floor. The table is not made, I have not even lip balm on, let alone makeup. My hair is up swept alright, but with in a messy something-or-other with a wooden stick through it. Supper is no where near being done, but it does smell nice. Hubby walks through the door and Nadia launches herself towards him, throwing herself at him, hollering 'UP UP UP'. I greet hubby with an exasperated, audible sigh and a grimace. To which he says 'that bad?' He peels Nadia from his leg to sit and take off his shoes. Then, maybe then, I hand him cool tap water.
I suppose it's not all that bad. I mean it could be worse, I could be watching soaps or something and suppers in the freezer. I guess I'm not all that bad. But still I think things could be better and I want them to be. However, until we get settled again in a new house, it's going to be ruckus.
Which I don't know why I called this organized chaos. I am an organized person, but this whole process of packing, moving and getting gone is anything but organized. Chaotic? Yes. Very.
Well I'd better stop flabberjawin' and getting to packing.

Ol Dan Tucker was a fine ol man
Washed his face in a fryin pan
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
Died with a toothache in his heel

Get outta the way for ol dan tucker
he's too late to get his supper...

If You're Happy And You Know It...

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Clap your hands, do a dance, shout for joy, bake a cake, go to dinner, kiss your hubby, squeeze your child, call some friends, quit your job, paint a room, put on a closet door, lay down some mulch, fix the house, pack the house, put the house up for sale, rent a moving truck, pack said moving truck, drive to another state, set up home in a new house, start pastoring a church......


And all of this because the northern church approved Andrew to be their new pastor!

We, of course, said yes and these are just some of the things we will be doing in the next month.



Pray for us.

I wish blogger had smilies, I will put a bouncey one right here. *bounce bounce bounce* Imagine tigger.......

A Wedding Date

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My very best girl friend got married yesterday. It was a beautiful day. And it was a joy to be able to share in it. Our day started at 5.30 at a hotel with toddler in tow. Hubby was the photographer, daughter was flower girl and I was matron of honor, gown seamstress, assistant to the photographer and anything else that was needed at the moment. The night before I had noticed that the dress was lacking an essential french tack at the very center back seam. She requested a wrist loop instead of bustling and the tack was needed to make the satin and lining lay right. I thought I had put it in. I guess I hadn't. Also when I took the dress out of the cleaners bag, it was horribly wrinkled. So I got a hold of a iron and steam/ironed the dress hanging. Anyway, early the morning of the wedding I was putting a french tack in the dress, only took like 5 minutes, but still, I wanted to be done with sewing before the day of the wedding. Oh well. I got myself ready and then assisted the bride with her underthings, the dress, hair and makeup. It was fun!!!

The wedding itself was just beautiful. Christ was honored and invited to the wedding and the marriage. I have no doubt that He will be center of their lives. The groom was dressed in his Navy Whites, looking hansome. They made a beautiful couple. Nadia did incredibly well with being the flower girl. I walked with her and she just threw those petals very well. I was impressed and very proud of her.
Hubby did well with the pictures, turning all professional, as he usually does. I will try to get a picture on here before too long.
Nadia went all day running around like a nut, without a nap. Got 1.5 meals and slept like a rock last night. But she didn't take much of a nap today, I can't understand it. But she did this too when she was younger. If she got less, much less sleep the night/day before she wouldn't sleep well the next day. Odd.
We all were running around and on our feet a lot. I got to even dance with my hubby! I don't get to do that very much. I enjoyed it.
I can't wait until she gets back, but I remember what it was like when I got married. I only wanted to be with Andrew, so I am going to be understanding. I remember. Whether that makes it right or not, I don't know.
The dress looked very nice. I got a lot of compliments on it. A lot of people thought it was professionally done. Really?! Well, now that's a compliment. The bride thought I should go into it as a side job. Geee! I don't know if I want to do another one again! It was an accomplishment, something to put in the books, but, well, we'll see. Those things are tough! Time consuming! It was hard getting anything else done. I'm backed up on sewing. Mostly I do sewing for family needs. Like, I promised my husband a vest for father's day. I am hoping to have that done before we move. It would be nice.
Speaking of moving, we find out next wednesday. If you think of us here are the dates we need prayer:

• July 8 - Congregational Meeting of the church. We are guessing that the congregation is voicing their opinion of Andrew (and the family). This happens sunday morning
  
• July 10 - The Council Meeting. This is ultimately the final deciding meeting. This body is who makes the vote, with the congregational voice in mind. This happens tuesday evening.

• July 11 - We should get a call telling us either way of the council and church's decision. Please pray that they call us no matter what. We have heard of church's not calling if they don't want the pastor. That's rude. I am hoping that they call even if we are not the right one. Pray for us to be ready for whatever their decision is. Good or bad we want to be ready for it. We have put a lot of hope into this, as we have heard positively from the individuals in the congregation. We feel we have a good chance of getting this position. But they could still say no. However, I will be the first to tell you that our attempts to quell our hopefulness have failed. Our hopes are high. That doesn't mean they will be dashed, but it's always harder coming down from a higher height. PLEASE PLEASE PRAY FOR THIS.

Thanks for your prayers and your thoughts. I will let you know as soon as I know something.
I'm kinda getting anxious. What if they say no? What if they say yes? Eck!
Gotta go. Bed time for toddler.

Things That Go Boom!

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Well as promised a more thorough update....again.

The candidating at the northern church went very well. The travel was beautiful and we again fell in love with the area. It's in the mountains. *sigh* I live in flatlands, but grew up in the mountains. Anyway. We stayed at the home of one of the parishioners, very nice people. Nadia even had her own room! You do not know how nice that is! Or maybe you do! Anyway. Sunday morning dawned bright and clear and just beautiful. The people were very warm and inviting and I felt right at home. Andrew preached passionately and strong. It's one of the things I love about my husband. His sermon was well received. They had a wonderful potluck for us afterwards. Those people know how to cook! If this happens and they have a lot of these things, I'm going to be gaining a lot of my weight back. Ugh. Anyway. The one thing that I wanted to share about this is that my husband and I really want to go to this church. We can see ourselves being a part of this family and loving this family. I want to serve with this church. We really want this. And I was told by more than a few people that they want us there. So we feel pretty good about this.
We are already thinking about moving and those sort of things. I have no idea as to when we will move. Maybe a month? It all depends on my job, really. Andrew can leave at the drop of a hat, I need to leave two weeks notice, but I can't just put in two weeks notice. I need to train someone to take my place. So they have to find someone to take my place, that person needs to put in their two week notice, and then I could train them. I would think it would only take a week to train them, but I could be wrong. My boss said she could finish up anything I didn't get to. I hate to put that on her plate, she's so busy as it is right now. But it will all work out. I'm not concerned. Nevertheless we are constantly looking at our stuff and getting rid of what we don't need or want. I don't want to move with a whole bunch of needless things.
Sara's dress is done! The garters are almost done and I just need to put the little hook on the front of the jacket and make the flower purse for my daughter. I know that sounds like a lot, but these are easy projects, done in an afternoon or evening. I'm not stressing. I'll probably work on some of the garters tonight while we watch a movie. I will show pictures of everything next week after the wedding is over. I don't want to 'give' away the dress yet. I don't feel that's right.
I made my skirt and it turned out wonderfully! I so wanted to do something that was not related to the dress, so I made my skirt and wore it this last Sunday. It's nice. I really like it.
We had a nice visit with my parents last week. It was good to see them. Although I am a bit worried about my dad, he's been getting a lot of headaches and my mother has been having more than is normal forgetfulness. I am concerned about that. It's not the normal forgetfulness.
I've been looking up midwives in the area of the church. I found two! The one is in a practice with a female OB/GYN DO. That is what I have now and I like it. But I really want a midwife. She is 23 miles away. But all the other OB's are MD's and OLD. I would be willing to go with a MD if they were younger, you know, more willing to work with me instead of telling me what to do.
The Lord has impressed upon me to focus more on Him rather than my anger. My anger is something that needs to be fixed, but if I focus on Him, He will do the work in me and know how best to 'fix' it. I struggle with knowing what to do to make it go away and therefore nothing changed. I remain angry and react poorly. I want this changed. I don't like it anymore. But my focus is to be on God and not the anger. To be aware of it is one thing, but to focus solely on it is not the answer. It's like when one is going to speak and is nervous, the more one focuses on being nervous the more nervous that person is. It's a vicious cycle.
We got rain today. We haven't had rain in like three or so weeks. We needed it. If only Texas could send some of that rain our way.
Well it's about time for someone to go to bed, so I will sign off.
Tootles!

Going Good....

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We had the candidating Sunday at the church in the North and it went very very well. We feel very positively about this church and feel that the people want us there. We don't have the job yet. They will have a congregational meeting July 8 and then a council meeting July 10. We should have their decision after that. We are eagerly awaiting their call. I will write more later of how it all went. Just wanted to give you a heads up. Thank you for your prayers, they were heard and answered! YAY!!

Good News Again!

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I'm just all full of good news, which is a welcome change from a few months ago.
We have a candidating Sunday at the northern church on June 24. YAY! This is what we were hoping for. Now we don't have the job yet, but since Andrew already interviewed and did a mini-sermon a few weeks ago, he is already approved by the council. It is probably going to be a congregational vote, but if the council approved him, we are thinking that unless there is something really wrong that comes up, it will pretty much be a rubber stamp. I can't say that for sure, that is our best and most hopeful guess. And as for moving? Well we figure we'll know maybe by the first week in July and then, well we'd have to let our jobs know, I'll have to train someone and we'll have to pack and move. We are insanely thinking a month. Yeah, right, I know. But this is all speculation. We don't have the job yet, but we are one step closer. And being that we are the only candidate at this point, the only one they've had in two years, it could very well be the place God wants us. Continue to pray in this direction. We want to know if He wants us here, we think He does. We are feeling its a fit. But you know how those things can change. Just pray He clearly shows us and we clearly hear it!
Oh and I forgot to mention, I am only 9 lbs away from my lifetime goal. Pray this happens too! I have been trying to get here for years and it would be so nice to reach this. It seems this last couple of pounds have been a little harder to loose, but they are coming off, so I'll keep on keeping on. This makes 31 lbs in all. Yay! I can't wait to make that skirt. That'll be for next time.

A More Thorough Update

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Well I promised a more in depth update once I was up to it. So here goes. Our adventure out east started before we even got in the car.
It was Monday night, I had put one last load in the washing machine, dirty diapers. Ya know, I didn't want to come back to THAT once we got home. Washing diapers takes a long time, want to make sure they are clean, so when at 9:30 they weren't finished, I didn't bat an eye. However, when the washing machine was still running at 10:30 I thought I'd better look. Seemed ok, so I turned it off, opened the door and shut it again. Nothing. Great. Night before we leave and our washing machine is on the fritz. Great, just greaaaaaaaaaaaat. So I take all of the diapers out, ew, rinse them in the tub and hang them there to dry, all the while wondering what they are going to look like after two weeks of hanging there.
The next day I woke up at 5:30 to do some yoga, get things around and get on the road. We got on the road at approx 8am. Which is good for us. The trip, itself went well, with all of us getting a little nutty after about 6 hours. The trip takes 8.
The first meeting was Wednesday evening. It was their prayer meeting and they asked Andrew to give a short devotional. This is the northern church that I was not real keen on at first. Every bone in my body was rebelling at this interview and even driving up there. I thought 'if I am so against this, something must be telling me it's not the one. Why even drive up there? Why go through this? I know I'm not going to like it." We got up there and I found myself liking the area. It is very remote, very rural, but in the mountains and very beautiful. I was trying make myself not like it. I didn't want to fall in love with anything there, because if I did that might mean we were to go there. I am such a child.
Anyway, we got there, killed some time and then met some of the gentlemen of the church. They showed us around the labyrinth of a church that it is. It looks small from the outside, but once you enter the doors there is quite a facility there! I was shocked. And is it beautiful. They still use their bell, regularly! They have deep mahogany wood paneling, real wood! It is a beautiful church. We met some of the people. Warm, big hearted people. Then when the service started I was filled with such joy and excitement, I couldn't believe it. I have never before experienced that level of joy! I smiled like I hadn't smiled in years. I kid you not. Oh I was struggling. I still didn't want to go to this church, I was very resistant to it. But I felt the Lord saying "I want you to be willing to go to this church, even if I don't call you to it." I couldn't be resistant to my Lord, I just couldn't do that. So I relented.
I deeply enjoyed my time in their prayer service. They are a praying people and their prayers touched me deep. I pray that they find the pastor they need, even if it's not us. My heart goes out to them, as I've been in a church before without a pastor. Truly churches like that are sheep without a shepherd. Good folk, but lacking leadership.
The interview followed the service, which went well. I felt open and was very talkative with the people there. It was very relaxed and we even laughed! Not the nervous laughing either. Very comfortable. We can both see ourselves there. We are trying not to get our hopes up.
We saw the parsonage. A lovely home, bigger than ours, with lots of room for more family. Ample yard, room for a garden, a large garden and they even have a clothes line already set up. I like it.
They basically asked us to call with our decision on follow up, as they knew we had an interview with another church later that week. I think I could hear hope fading in his voice as he asked us to call with our decision. I felt sad for him.
Anyway, we both feel positively about this church and are hoping for the best. They have a council meeting to discuss us/this/whatever Tuesday night. We should know by Wednesday of their decision.
Friday was the meeting with the southern church. This church is inner city. Very inner city. Large large church. The biggest I've ever been in. And the position was not a pastoral position, but more of an administrative position. Andrew is called to be a pastor. The interview went very well, we thought, but we both came out of there not feeling a fit with this position. Because of that and because of the subsequent phone call we got from them confirming that, I will not go into the church much more than what I have.

As far as the rest of our trip. Well suffice it to say, I was glad to come home. It was a long trip. We all stayed in the same room. Nadia is not used to us sleeping in a room with her, nor are we used to her sleeping in a room with us. I do not know how we did it for two months here in our house. Grace. That's all I can say. We all did not sleep well. Andrew had a cough that forced him out of the room more than once to sleep on the couch, which would wake up both Nadia and I. One more than one occasion Nadia slept with us. Then on Sunday my in laws had a family reunion of over thirty people in a small three bedroom ranch. It was nuts. But wait, there's more! Most everyone was outside and then it decided to rain. I mean it poured! Like sideways! I kid you not! So everyone was inside, and poor little claustrophobic me was starting to hyperventilate. It was not pretty. I had to leave. I stood outside under the awning. Nadia was not faring well. She wasn't eating, wasn't sleeping and I thought it was because of the people. She was hot, it was hot. But then the next day I took her temp and it was high. Like 104 high. Well Monday was memorial day, we were out of town, so we took her to the ER. She had had a cold two weeks ago, so we were pretty sure of what it was. Fast forward all day in the ER and she had an ear infection. Bingo! She was a gem there though. Poor punkin was just tired. So she rested and slept. I knew she wasn't feeling well when she did that! So we got her prescription and went home. Ever since she started that med she has not had a normal bowel movement. I feel so bad for the poor girl. I wish I could take her pain. I don't wish this on her. But she's almost done with the regimen and the family dr said to keep it up, it's normal, eat yogurt, she'll be ok. And yogurt has been the one thing she's wanted. So that's good.
We got a call from the southern church on Tuesday that another interview was not needed, don't call us, we'll call you (that's why we waited so long, in case they wanted another interview, not to have to travel another 16 hour round trip, do it all in on she-bang.) So Wednesday we cleaned up, packed up, and Thursday came home. YAY! I was never so happy to see our home.
Andrew, my wonderful, talented, able-bodied hubby, was able to fix out washer! It was a rubber band around the motor. And we thought we'd have to buy a new one! YAY! No money out on this repair and all thanks to my wonderful hubby!
I went to my best friends bridal shower at the beach on Saturday. Just her and her girls. It was nice. It was relaxing and I enjoyed myself. I know Sara did too. Now I just gotta get her dress done. Just have to sew the hem, fix a few little diddies here and there and the dress is done. As far as the jacket is concerned, I have to sew the sleeves on then sew the trim on, then it's done. And I want to get the dress either dry cleaned or pressed. She is coming on Saturday for a final fitting.
Speaking of the rest of the month, boy is June packed! I am working this Wednesday because of a conference this weekend that my hubby is attending and that I am taking pics for on Friday. We have a guest for Friday night who is attending the same conference. Sara is stopping by on Saturday for the dress and then I am taking Sara shopping for her wedding present. Figured she would know what she needs more than I do.
Sunday I am in the nursery. Nadia will love that!
Thursday evening is saying goodbye to the big boss. Then that Saturday my parents are coming into town for another conference in town. They aren't staying with us. Then that conference is the following Monday through Wednesday (which my hubby and I are doing pics for) and then my mom is staying with us wed through fri. That weekend is the only weekend we have free for a possible candidating Sunday. Then the last weekend we are helping a friend move. And then July 4 Sara gets married! ECK! Too much, too much too much.
But before you know it, June will be gone, July will be here and then Nadia will be two! Can you believe it!?
My little girl is almost two! I'm so ready for another one. But that's another post.
So there you have it, the whole kit and caboodle.
I can't wait to get this dress done so I can start making some skirts for myself. I found some great sites that I'll share with you next time. I need to get going on this dress so later!

Short Update

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I thought I'd give a short update of what's going on here in my world. We just got back today, we are exhausted. It was a long trip. I will elaborate more next time.
Suffice it to say. We had two interviews and one was not a fit. Not the one we thought, though. But one was/is. They are excited, we are very excited. We are waiting to hear back from them next Wednesday for a candidating Sunday. We think this could happen. We both see us there in ministry. That's all I'm going to say for now. I am so tired. I just want to eat my jello.
I'll talk later.

Making A Break For It

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I thought I'd post on here since I probably won't for about two weeks, at least.

We leave tomorrow for PA. Wednesday hubby has an interview at the northern church and friday with the southern church. Please pray for us.

He got a call from another pastor in MI that is talking about an associates position. I'm not holding my breath. Not to say I'm not grateful, it's just not sounding too promising.

Nadia and Andrew both seem to be over their colds. Although Andrew has a lingering cough that seems to happen to him after colds in the spring and fall. Don't know why. He's tried everything. I'm beginning to think it's allergies.

I started to get a cold from the both of them, but I stopped it in it's tracks. I'll share my secret. Take two garlic cloves, cut them up so that they are small and swallow with water. I recommend doing this before bed, that way you can't offend people with your breath. Just your hubby, or wife. And, well, they took vows, right? Garlic can't be that bad. And if you both do it, you don't even notice! I did this for two days right at the start of it and no sign of a cold. YAY! I am going to do this everytime. It does make EVERYTHING about you stink though. But hey, I'd rather be stinky than stuffy.

Nadia has started an additude of late. She just simply won't do what I say. It's frustrating. I know I am learning too.

I should get to bed. It's only 9.30 but I'm tired and I want to get up at 5am so I can work out, get ready, get Nadia ready, eat and be on the road by 7am. That's what Andrew wants and I want to do it for him, but I'm not sure it's going to happen. We'll see.

Please be in prayer for us, I will post if I can.

-Kathryn

When It Rains......

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To say we are stressed is an understatement. To say we are inundated with calls and projects and places to go and people to see is an understatement. Ever since the Regional Conference we went to, what, two weeks ago, it seems like life has taken a turn and is on the expressway. Do not get me wrong! These are good things! Let me elaborate.
We were contacted at the Regional Conference by a pastor and his elder about a position at their church. We currently have an interview with said church at the end of the month (your prayers are welcome and needed!). Also, we were contacted last evening by a church that contacted us months ago, but could not afford the salary. Time has a way of sorting things out and they are now able to pay the package that we would need. That is good. However, we now have two church with which to discuss things with and that leaves us sort of discombobulated. Would this be any other job, we would interview all at the same time. However, this is not. It's so different. Do we do one at a time? Or all together? That is something to figure out. Also into this equation is 16 hour round trips, for both churches. Both are in PA, but one is north and one is south. Ugh, what to do! And how do we hear God on this? I mean both can pay what we need, yay! (Which means health insurance, which means we could have another baby!) but we don't want to go solely on who can pay more. We are not in it for that. Just what we need, thank you. And these past almost two years have shown us that we can live on a lot less than what we initially thought. We didn't have health insurance, but we have our health. I value that more. So we are trying to figure that out.
We also agreed to taking a membership class at the church we currently attend. Our thought was, this is where we are at, we could be here for another five years (yikes!) or another five months. But this is where we are at. Well we started the classes and now these things are happening.
My best friend is getting married in less than two months. I am the Matron of Honor, so that means I am throwing her a shower, just a relaxing thing. To the lake. It will be relaxing and nice, but that is right and I do mean right, after we get back from the interview at the end of this month. Also I am making her wedding dress and the jacket to go with it. Eck! It is going well, but it is cutting close. She lives over an hour away, so time together to fit and such is short. I am still working so finding time to sew is at a premium. My husband is the photographer for it (which leaves me sort of out for it, I am usually his right hand man, er, woman for weddings. I will help as I can.) And my daughter is the flower girl. We are all involved. The wedding is over an hour away.
Keep in mind that for all of the meetings we will need to take time off of work to go. That means less money coming in. It is all very confusing. I know God is in control and believe me I am excited at the opportunities. It is good stress. However, it is stress, nonetheless.
So that is life at high speed ahead, please join us in our prayers. Please pray for peace, wisdom, understanding and discernment. We need it.