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Here are some pictures from our buddy’s recent Luau themed birthday party and the camping trip that we went on this past weekend at the Burggraf’s.  We had so much fun (at both events!).  Click on the thumbnails for bigger pics.  🙂  And I can’t figure out why some of these are centered and some are not, but I’m too lazy to figure it out right now.

L-R: Miss Marie, Miriam, me, Liz, Lacey, Joanne & Miss Faye

Thanks for the dress, mama!

.:Camping:.

Doesn't Miriam look thrilled?

Our little campsite.

We just wuuuuv each other!

And they wuuuv each other too. 🙂

I love listening to this creek.

Playing a silly game.

Camp... Director?

Matt and I celebrated 1 1/2 years of being married today.  Yay!  We went on a fun little date and then we were vain and took pictures of ourselves for me to post on here.  At this very moment in time I’m actually just procrastinating from working on my new medieval dress while my honey is making chainmail.  Yes, I said he is making chainmail.  Be jealous of his awesomeness.

The end.

This next picture is actually from a few days ago when we went out for frozen yogurt (and then some Five Guys fries) with some of our church buddies.

As I was talking to my hubby via cell phone earlier, I suddenly heard ringing.  I looked at my screen and saw that somehow I had dialed one of our friends with my face (dern touchscreen!).  Embarrassed, I quickly ended the call and resumed my conversation with Matt.  A few minutes later, the above mentioned friend called back, not knowing who had called.  I told him it was me, and explained that I didn’t mean to call him and we asked how each other’s families were doing.  But I was struck as he didn’t see the phone call as an “accident” and instead saw an opportunity to serve, by asking, “Well, is there any way we can pray for you guys? There is no such thing as an accident or coincidence!”

This friend of our’s, who we really don’t know all that well, saw a way to glorify God in an “accidental phone call”.

Thank You Lord for the bond You provide among Christians.  And thank You for friends like Jay and Michelle.  🙂

Clint Archer at The Cripplegate is quickly becoming a new favorite read for me.  Take a gander at this article mixing humor into a discussion on Christian orthodoxy.

What Big Teeth You Have!

Orthodoxy is blood bought. There are countless saints who were burnt at the stake to defend the claims of Scripture. John Wycliffe was exhumed and posthumously burnt to ashes when the Catholics realized they hadn’t put enough exclamation points behind saying he’s not on their team. Wycliffe would be rolling over in his urn to know that men calling themselves Christians are saying orthodoxy is not generous enough. Ortho means straight. Would you want your orthodontist to tell you that although your teeth are still crooked after you spent a fortune on braces, you should simply have a more generous definition of straight?

(minus our trip to California in April which has waaaayy too many pictures to upload)

Anyways, here are some pictures with minimal descriptions that cover the months since I’ve last blogged.  Facebookers might recognize some, but there are some new ones that were taken after our Great Facebook Exodus.  😉

Click thumbnails for larger versions.

{Easter 2011}

{Boating with “the buddies”}

{Virginia Creeper Trail with my boss and other families}

This is my boss.  He likes to put himself in people’s pictures.  ;D

{Visiting a friend’s lake house in Georgia for bluegrass, BBQ and jetskiing}

{Thunder, the dog who demolishes cucumber and onion plants}

{Squash Garden Progress}

I stopped taking pictures of the squash yield after this and started finding people who would take it.  😛

His response to “Act like a really excited 5 year old!”:

“I consider looseness with words no less of a defect than looseness of the bowels” -John Calvin

Come and hear, all you who fear God, and I will tell what he has done for my soul.  I cried to him with my mouth, and high praise was on my tongue.  If I had cherished iniquity in my heart, the Lord would not have listened.  But truly God has listened; he has attended to the voice of my prayer.  Blessed be God, because he has not rejected my prayer or removed his steadfast love from me!

Here are pictures of my birthday/our anniversary trip to Table Rock State Park.  Since we never do anything physically challenging (unless getting out of bed counts), we decided we could easily hike the longest, most strenuous trail available.  Besides, it was *only* an 8 mile trip.  Whooo, those last two miles were really not fun anymore.  But we both really enjoyed the hike in general (and the weather was a wonderful 72 degrees).  We just wouldn’t do it again anytime soon.  Haha.

Here’s the trail:

Click HERE to see the monster blister that Matt got on his toe (stop wincing and just click it, you know you want to).  He had a twin brother on his other foot.

Anyways, here are the pics.  And as a forewarning, our camera has a screen that flips out so if you are like us and like to take “couple” pictures and nobody is around to take it for you, you rely on it.  Unfortunately, in a couple of these, Matt forgot that it is only a screen and not the lens, so he is looking off to the side creepily.  He’s not blind, really.  And if you’re blind, I’m sorry if that last sentence offended you.

Click “view all” if you just want to see them in a non-slideshow format.  I might put some comments on them too.

Ok, ok, one more thing– my birthday presents from Matt were completely contradictory but totally me.  An appointment for a facial and a class to get my CWP along with picking out a gun for myself.

Last night at 9, the time that I am typically getting ready for bed, I had the sudden whim to make a skirt.  A cheerful, springy skirt.  So I rummaged through my fabric “stash” and pulled out two old yellow sheets and a skirt that was made for a five year old (which I was supposed to mend years ago– I do feel guilty about not getting that done…).  At midnight I hopped into bed, satisfied with my new skirt.  Here is the result:

The happiest part was stepping outside to a lovely sunny day and seeing my daffodils (or as I call them, “laffodils”) coming up.  I planted them a few months ago, doubtful that anything would happen since the bulbs were a few years old and felt completely dried out.  Is it silly that I prayed the entire time I planted them and have continued to all this time?  Well, it’s the truth.  And I am so thankful to see them sprouting.

Matt was filing old paperwork today and came across this picture of himself:

If that’s not one of the cutest kids, ever… I wish it was in color so I could see his bright blue eyes.  🙂

And meanwhile, his bride was being raised all the way across the U.S.:

(What a poser!)