Something new to ruin. Yay.

After 5 days without a working garage door, It was finally replaced yesterday (read about the metal-eating-metal event here). The repair guy was sorry it was taking so long but he had to call the landlord, who had to call the owners, who had to decide which new garage door they wanted on their house, which cost them like $1500 or something.

I’m sure they weren’t pleased to realize their house was still on the path to destruction.

On a side note I want to say that I am so glad we don’t own a rental.

A little hurry-up was in order. The garage was stuck half way between up and down, which posed a security issue. It was mostly the neighbor kids who snuck in to search for footballs, so no real big deal. However, when we first moved in the guy across the street warned us of theft issues – usually from unlocked vehicles.  I was sure something of significance was going to get taken from our garage.
But no, thank the Lord.

So now we have a brand spankin’ new garage door. It’s clean, fresh, without a dent in sight.

I honestly don’t feel comfortable with this.

We have a driver in training, 6 boys, and something like 10 neighborhood boys who are in my yard on a regular basis.

How will we ever keep the garage door looking pristine for the next year we will be living here?  I really don’t want to be responsible for it’s newness not looking so new anymore.

It’s why I don’t mind renting a house with stained carpets, or cracked tile.  It lessons my check-out load each time we’re transferred.

Viewing this from a more optimistic angle, which takes effort from this cheerfully pessimistic gal, the house is a tad bit prettier.

For now, at least.

And that’s nice.

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Advising myself to be slower to advise

I was reading a blog the other day where a young, unmarried girl was spouting off Christian marriage wisdom to older, married women.

Not only that, the youngster had her information wrong, taking a less Biblically led approach and a more emotionally led approach.  However, whether the girl was correct or not is not the issue.

Oh how I needed this reminder!

While still an embarrassingly slow lesson, I have learned in recent years that, while I’ve grown greatly in many areas, I’m still very much the younger woman, no matter what I feel I know.  And there are reasons that I’m not instructed in the Bible to teach the olders, but only those who are younger than me.

It’s hard not to correct those elders who I estimate are doing it wrong when I’m sure there is a better, easier, more Biblical approach they should be taking.
But I’ve learned that it’s most often not my place. And even when specifically asked I must quickly discern when I’m not to give my thoughts on a matter.

The wisest people I’ve run across, the ones I find myself most wanting to emulate, are the quietest. They lead more by example than a display of puffed up knowledge.

They most definitely are not the 19 year old single ladies who are sure they have it all figured out.

My husband is fond of saying, “The empty can rattles the most”.

Oh, Lord, please hold tight to my tongue. I do not want to be that empty can!

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My husband got home from work very late last night.  He parked his motorcycle, took off his helmet and other riding gear, and grabbed his stuff out of his saddle bags.  Then he hit the button to close the garage door and came inside.  Very normal.

It was the awful, metal crunching noise that followed that routine that was not normal.  I was sure one of our vehicles was being squashed somehow.  Did he not pull his bike in all the way?  Did I park the van too close to the door?

this is going to cost a lot of money…

As it turned out, our garage door was actually eating itself, and, thankfully, not one of our vehicles.

After a bit of inspection, my husband found that a hinge had broken on one side of the door making it impossible for the garage door to close more than half way, and because of that some bolts on the top of the door stripped out and pulled the other half of the door way out of position.

Then, in confused desparation, it wouldn’t stop trying to open and close itself, just compounding the situation.

I was hollaring at it, “Stop! Stop!” while Ryan was hollaring at me, “Stop, Stop!”

I  have no creative words to describe what the scene looked like – but the noise that woke up half our city last night sounded like a giant metal monster eating a little community of smaller, screaming metal monsters.

Have I told you before that this house is quirky?

There was a possibility that we might go to visit my sister, brother, and mother in SC today and tomorrow, depending on Ryan’s work schedule.

It appears that won’t be happening now.  The garage door is half open, falling freely on one side where the hinges are broken and the rollers are no longer in the track, and it’s stuck in that position.   Ryan put something under the falling side so it wouldn’t continue to fall and possibly injure somebody or something.

We’ll call our landlord today – but, although an extremely nice lady, we already know how slow the repair will be.  When our sink fell out it took almost a week to fix it.  When the washer flooded our house it took a week before they sent somebody to clean the carpets (oh the stench!).  And they never fixed our fridge.  After 3 weeks of fighting with it to keep our food cold my husband purchased the $130 part and fixed it himself.  That was over a month ago and we still haven’t seen the refund.

What an interesting life I’m living lately.  I really should be taking more pictures.

I’m content in all this.  But I still can’t help but think, “What next?”

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Protesting the system

I want to say in advance that I’m not so much complaining here as I am expressing my disappointment at the current state of the medical community in our country.

I’m 20+ weeks pregnant. 

My doctor, the practice that came highly recommended as one of the most natural OBs in the area, just kicked me out of their practice because I wanted to delay a specific, very personal part of my physical, and just combine it with another personal exam they will want to complete around 37 weeks. This particular exam is a procedure I believe is widely over performed anyway.

So they said in so many words (and I’m paraphrasing here), “We can’t know you if we can’t complete this exam right now.  You have two options.  Have it done within the week, or don’t come back.”
That wasn’t the extent of our conversation, which lasted around 20 minutes or so. 

I’m just going to say something here.  This was the third doctor in the last 2 years who has bold faced lied to me to try to get me to take a medicine or have a test done.  Is the general population really so gullible?  I just wonder how these docs get away with it.

Grrr.

Our society views pregnancy and child birth in a very negative light.  As soon as you find out you’re pregnant you need test after test after test.  This particular doctor made comments that led me believe that she doesn’t think the average woman is capable of carrying a baby to term successfully without tests and exams done. 

I made the comment that the world has managed to populate itself just fine, and stay fairly healthy too, without the progressive medicine we have today.

She actually disagreed with me.

Then how did we all get here, I wonder?

I don’t want to knock her important job, I do believe that doctors are a gift, and I completely believe she has the right to refuse service to anybody for any reason (a little libertarian in me, I guess). However, I am dismayed at the attitude she showed towards women and pregnancy.  All of her technical knowledge has misshapen her view towards things.
And the fact that she was willing to lie to get me to do what she wanted…
 Well that’s just unethical and immoral. I can’t have an untrustworthy doctor deliver my baby.

So, now I’m at 20 weeks pregnant without a doctor.  I’m making contact with other OBs, but haven’t had any of my messages returned. 
The only midwives in this area who don’t practice directly under a doctor are not covered by Tricare.  That’s a bummer –  Fruitful Vine is a Christian midwifery group with one of my most cherished Bible verses right on their front page.  Wish we had planned our finances out better.

I’m frustrated.  A little stressed. 
And I’m really tired.

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She’s a big girl now

Kait is, right now as I type this, taking her driver’s permit test.  She was nervous last night.  I’m nervous this morning.

I’m just not ready for this.

The thought of her getting married is more okay with me than this.

And that’s funny because Ryan is just the opposite.  He’s perfectly fine teaching Kait to drive, but doesn’t want to hear a word about the high probability of her getting married some day.

So I’m just sitting here waiting for word.  Has she finished?  Did she pass?

And most importantly, how did her picture turn out?

When she was 5 she lost her first tooth.
Wait, wasn’t that just yesterday?

I always said to her, “when you’re big…”, but I don’t think I believed that would actually happen.     
But now she is big.

I can’t believe I have to, I get to go through this all over again 7 more times.
It’s beautiful and it’s sweet.

And it’s agony.

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My daughter and I are working on a photo project and we need fresh pictures of everybody in the family to complete it.  Do you know what happens when she does that with a very uncooperative awesome dad?

It’s like working with an 8 year old.

Let me show you.

First, we started by asking him to change his shirt.  You see what he changed into?  Not quite what we had in mind.  Cute though, and very much his personality – we let it stay.

Yes, he’s a pain.  Yes, pictures took a whole lot longer than they should have.  Yes, he knows when I need a good laugh. And, yes, we laughed our behinds off. 

Finally we got him to cooperate and ended up with a nice picture of the two of us.

We’re working on a very simple, and very cheap project for our blank walls.  After we get the pictures developed I’m thinking of making a video post showing us completing it.  It would make a perfect Christmas gift (which is only 3 months away!) and is so easy the kids can do most of it.

I’ll keep ya posted. 

NOTE: And for those of you who haven’t seen me in a while, I quit coloring my hair a year and a half ago.  The dark color you see in the pictures is what naturally springs out of my head.  If you don’t believe me (and nobody does) I don’t know what else to tell you except believe it.
It’s the Italian in me.  I get it from my dad and I like it – can’t believe I’ve been hiding it with fake color all these years!  I thought my natural hair color was light brown!

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Back this train up

Ryan and I have been on a mission for about 2 years now.  We want to be content with less, to free ourselves of want and debt so we can give more freely.  We’ve changed our spending habits, cut up all our credit cards, and changed our attitude towards stuff in a dramatic measure to help us eventually achieve this goal.

But is this what we really want?

I’m sure it is.  We get on the right track, get our minds on the same wave, and feel this invisible momentum that keeps us keepin’ on in the direction we’re headed.  The good one, the one that’s goal is to give God the glory.

But, then, without even feeling the jolt, we’re derailed.  How long have we been running the wrong way? Lost focus?  Forgotten what we were supposed to be doing?  Or maybe remembered, but chose to ignore it so we could have, have, have.

Then Ann Voskamp reminded me today – 

No one tells you that wealth numbs you to life and consumerism callouses your soul to the sacred.
 
Or maybe Someone did: “”It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.” (Mark 10:25 NIV)
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Everybody moves towards the light

The lights went out last night. In less than 0.3 seconds my entire family was in my room with me.

There is something funny about that to me. The lack of electricity brought us all together so quickly.  It makes me wonder if more dads shouldn’t purposely, though secretly, flip the breaker switch every so often- especially in families who could use a little more together time.

I do know why all my family rushed to where I was, instead of me rushing to them. I had my phone on me.

And a sweet-awesome, very bright flashlight app.

This whole episode reminded me that people desire light. When our house went dark my kids naturally searched for the source of the light they saw.  The darkness was uncomfortable and lonely – even for those who were together at the time of the failure.

We crave the comfort of the light.

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How many does this make? I’ve lost count.

Our kitchen sink sprung a leak just now.  A good one.  Gabe was doing dishes and didn’t notice it right away so there was a little bit of a mess by the time he said something.

At least the house gave us a nice break since the last episode.  We were getting too comfortable I guess.

Ryan is pretty handy but he seems a little torqued about this new development.  I’m wondering if he even wants to just fix it himself.  Personally, I just want to call the landlord.

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I have something positive to say about this house!

I thought I wouldn’t ever want carpet again.  The last two houses didn’t have carpet except in the bedrooms and, after a little getting used to the less-than-plush flooring, I came to love how easy it was to keep clean and decided we would search for houses without carpet in the future.

When we were looking out houses here I didn’t want carpet again, but quickly realized that the lack of housing selection meant I couldn’t be that picky. What we ended up doing was compromising on a house with a giant naked statue mural, and wall-to-wall carpet.

And I’ve come to realize that I’ve really missed having it. 
Not naked statues, the carpet.

Jesse’s big mega block truck, the one he drives around all day long…
All. Day. Long.
Is so much more quiet.  The floor is comfortable to sit on. And then there are the vacuum lines.

Oh, how I heart vacuum lines.

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