Letters to My Kids

on nerf guns & coffee mugs

Can I just say how excited I was yesterday when I realized what geniuses we were for getting married Memorial Day weekend!? It occurred to me that for the rest of our lives, our anniversary will fall on a holiday that happens to give us a three day weekend. How sweet is that?! (oh, and p.s., this picture was taken at Paul & Jacqueline’s wedding.)

Last night after multiple phone calls and consultations with Google Earth, Stella and her mom made it into our apartment for an evening of great conversation, banana bread, tea, and coffee. (Have I mentioned how much I love hosting??) After they left, Kevin proceeded to pour the leftover coffee into an enormous root beer mug so we could refrigerate it. Pretty soon I heard, “Oh no!” The hot coffee had managed to crack the glass up one side, through the inch thick base, and up the other side, spilling the coffee out almost as fast as it was being poured. It was a sad day. Especially for Kevin who adored his oversized mug.

Speaking of Nerf guns, I have a love/hate relationship with this toys. I love to shoot them. I hate being shot. Seriously though, I get scared (or maybe just a little nervous) when the gun’s barrel is aiming my way. Orrrrr if it’s aimed at the ceiling. This became Kevin’s favorite pastime yesterday evening as I was laying on the couch. He would shoot the nerf darts at our high vaulted ceilings and wait for the unknown moment when they would fall from their perch and land on me. Every time I managed to look up at the wrong moment finding a dart an inch from my face. *sigh* Boys….gotta love ’em.

I’m onto my fourth Rocky Mtn. Lori Wick book. Loving them.

So tonight is the apartment complex party–resident appreciation or something of the sort. There’s going to be food, prizes, and of course the meeting of neighbors, so I’m looking forward to it being a good time. (And with free food alone…how could you go wrong??)

Tomorrow afternoon is exciting as well. Kevin’s parents and grandparents are coming up around noon for a lunch in Mexican town. (Wayyyyy excited about that!) Then we’re going to peruse Eastern Market and probably spend a bit of time back at our place…arranging our new bookshelves my mom found for us. It should be another blessed afternoon.

Still no word from the job market (or lack thereof.) Though today marks 2 weeks since I turned in my app to Old Navy…and I made a call into the store inquiring about the status of my application and they told me that the headquarters in New Mexico handles all of their hiring and contacts applicants no sooner than two weeks after receiving their information. So this is me praying. Oh, and I also turned in two applications to a local charter school system recommended to me by a good friend. I applied for a paraprofessional position as well as an office manager. We’ll see if anything comes of that.

In closing I would like to share the words of Malachi 3:10 (which I discovered on my church memory verse cards.)

“Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this,” says the Lord Almighty, “and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that you will not have room enough for it.”

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2 thoughts on “on nerf guns & coffee mugs

  1. I made mention in your blog!! I feel so honored. :) GoogleEarth is a lifesaver…And you are such a good hostess. That’s so sad about Kevin’s mug! I hope he can find a new one.Isn’t it funny how much of a difference it makes who is behind the Nerf gun and who is in front of it? Your description of Kevin makes me think of my brother and his squirt gun. ;)

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