For shame! Bad blogger! Bad blogger! I just gave myself a virtual spanking. *Pause* I'll never say that last sentence again. To attempt to redeem my BBB (bad blogging behavior), I should give you a chance to win... (looking around my room for something valuable) an extra copy of the movie Robin Hood Prince of Thieves! ("What do we need that the forest cannot provide?") But instead, I'll just give you a two week recap. (Unless you really want the extra copy and I can send it to you.) (Seriously.)
Weddingness
As you may or may not know, I'm going to be living with a boy for the rest of my life pretty soon (cooties fo life b's) and when something like this happens, the next steps are usually pinning down how much alcohol I'll be consuming leading up to when I walk down the aisle. Totally totally tote. Tall. Lee. Joke. Allllll joke.* Seriously though, it's probably good to start with when and where this great event will take place. Right now we know, well, neither. Apparently you have to be either a gazillionaire to throw a decent wedding or you have to be perfectly happy with your guests eating out of their hands or feeding them Rufio-style where they just imagine the food and it somehow appears (an imagination wedding...not a bad idea). The good news is that throughout this discouraging process, Robbe and I still love each other (right, Bobby?) and I have had the most
amazing help from dear
friends and family. The bad news is that we haven't actually done anything yet and the stress is looming...mounting...pressing...I see something shiny...*gasp* a knife! It's stabbing me!!!
Sorry.
The only things we DO know are:
1. who we're marrying (check)
2. who our bridesmaids/groomsmen are (check)
3. who we want to photograph our wedding:
The Amazing Brandon Werth
* Beware of mind being blown if you visit his Web site
If you are bored, healthy, funny, sad, rich, silly, hungry, stupid, good at singing, like coupons, are double-jointed, mildly athletic, and good at making sentences, then we would like you to pray for us because we need it. Or you could also just send us money.
The Future of Short People
I recently had dinner with dear friends
Katie and Nikki and shared with them how Robbe and I have been making a mental list of professions our children could have when they're grown. You might be thinking, 'What are you talking about? Your kids can be anything! Anything at all!' Well, guess what, you don't know me or Robbe at all then. Robbe and I suffer from a little something you might call, "We short" thus drastically limiting our hopes and dreams for our children.
The list we've made so far that we believe they could excel in are:
- badminton
- tennis
- music
- writing
- track
- photography
- crossword puzzles
- soccer
- dance
- baseball/softball (until they're 13)
- corn hole (only if they don't excel in any of the above)
- thumb wrestling (until they're 11)
- origami
- Did I already say tennis?
Things they cannot excel in because of their body limitations:
- basketball
- modeling
- football
- weight-lifting
- WWF
- winning fist fights on the school playground
- being at the bottom of a cheerleading pyramid
Katie eagerly threw in her two cents, suggesting they could be
a jockey (hey, thanks Katie, I'm 5'2" and a quarter--don't you ever forget that quarter--and Robbe's 5'6" so I'm banking on my kids not falling below 4'11" but thanks for the vote of confidence!);
a wrestler (hey, thanks Katie, I can't wait for my kids to have cauliflower ear and jump into skin tight leotards while appearing as if they're getting violated by another equally short, leotard-clad wrestler); and finally, her most passionate suggestion:
an actor. "Actors are short, they could totally be actors!" I'm not sure how many actors Katie has met but I'm guessing it was someone short which completely justified her repeating this adamantly a few more times throughout the night. Her best suggestion was sent to me via text, post-dinner a day or so later. My phone buzzed and there it was, a shining beacon of light for my future children: "Your kids could be divers!!!" Yep. Annnnd it's added to the list.
Faith and Love
God is all around and working so specifically, even when I'm not personally acknowledging him or devoting time to prayer and studying his Word. The Bible study I "attend" (my attendance is atrocious) had our pastor come speak this past week on a new series, delving deeper into what our church believes and the thoughtfulness behind how each service is constructed. One of my favorite and most striking things he said was how every service is orchestrated to 1. preach the gospel and 2. if anything, make people say to themselves: "I'm forgiven." What a ridiculously amazing gift and promise. He threw out the question, what would it look like if we really lived like we were forgiven? I'll be thinking about that for awhile.
The church Robbe and I attend when we're in PA is the
Harrisburg Brethren of Christ. Today Pastor Woody spoke on Revelations and one of the things he said that really stayed with me was how once we've died and entered the afterlife, we'll realize how much more we should have given of ourselves, of our belongings, of our money. I love and hate that because it's 100% convicting/depressing/humbling yet 100% mysteriously exciting/humbling at the possibilities of what God could do if we would just say 'Yes. Take it. Take me.' This is also something I'll be thinking and praying about for long time.
Thanks for reading.
*
not a joke at all; actually very true
