Well the blog-gods were not on my side earlier this evening. I was attempting to blog from my brand new Palm Treo and after I wrote out the post, twice, I could not successfully click the "publish post" button and therefore could not share my words with the world.
Life is going well right now. We are excited to have our new kittens home with us. We named them Marty and Phil, in honor of Martin Luther and Philip Melancthon, and each has his own, distinct, personality. Marty is outgoing and a trouble maker when he is not sleeping on the couch between Tim and I. Phil spends most of the day under the bed in our second bedroom only coming out to eat or when Marty chases him around.
Thanksgiving was a circus. We hit 3 houses in about 6 hours and saw a lot of family. It's so hard to be this far away when the rest of our families are so close together. One good thing was that some of us had just seen each other at my Dad's wedding (which was fine) and so we were a bit more relaxed with each other. It was a good day overall and definitely helped with the sadness that I had about missing my Mom and Aunts.
Now we are gearing up for Advent and Christmas. December is going to be a whirlwind right until the end. From youth group events, LTSP Advent Vespers, my installation on the 16th, Advent, Christmas and the regular work that comes with the job we will be going non-stop. Hopefully we will be able to stop and enjoy the season a bit as well. As of December 23 Tim and I will have been together for 4 years and it seems like the time has just flown by.
I will try to post some pictures of the kittens soon as well as my thoughts on the season of Advent - of which I have many.
Until then, Come, Lord Jesus.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Monday, November 05, 2007
So now that my brother has weighed in on the drama that is "Thanksgiving '07" I figured that I would add my two, or three, cents to the conversation - on in this case 'blogersation' (that should totally be a word).
The fall is always tough for my family. We have lots of fond memories of birthdays, anniversaries, and, of course, the holidays. All of these occasions were opportunities for watching football, drinking beer and eating way too much onion dip while women chatted about movies, TV, and fighting over who had a better kitchen gadget and the men hid in the TV room until dinner. It is true, as my brother says, that these gatherings had their own sense of warmth and tradition that helped us to really appreciate our family in a way we might not have otherwise.
With the loss of my Mom, my Aunt Debbie, and my Aunt Karen we are now left with a gaping whole in our lives and, subsequently, our traditions. I can't say that I ever thought about how those traditions would work when we started getting married and such but I am not sure they could get any worse than they are now. And I am sure that I never thought about what would happen if my Dad got remarried at some point. The ramifications of such a union are putting a tremendous strain on my brother and I's ability to hold onto what little remains of our traditions and puts us both in a position of having to choose to be with our Dad or with the rest of our family for holidays, in particular, Thanksgiving.
What is the hardest to understand is my Father's inability to recognize our (me and Ian's) need to be with our cousins. Our family is now unique in that all of my cousins share the same pain, burden, experience of losing our mothers. When something that tragic occurs the only way to gain some kind of perspective is to be with others who have also experienced this kind of loss. My cousin Jenn is trying, without my Dad's help, to establish some kind of tradition to help us all cope with the sadness that now accompanies the holidays. My Dad, though, has been unhelpful with this effort and is making it harder than it has to be to remain a family.
This kind of situation only makes me miss my Mom more and wish that my Dad could somehow understand how much he is hurting the rest of the family. He thinks we should all just get over the loss and move on like he has. Unfortunately, that is impossible for us because whether we liked her all of the time or not, she was our Mother, and that loss is devastating - no matter how old or young you are.
So hopefully we will have a good day and the family will be able to cope with our usual dosage of football, beer, and onion dip even if those who we want to enjoy those things with are gone.
We have been promised life from death and light in the darkness - as the dark grows and the light fades it is now that we need to see life and know the strength of our faith in Christ. Advent is still 3 weeks away but this prayer remains in my heart.
Come, Lord Jesus.
The fall is always tough for my family. We have lots of fond memories of birthdays, anniversaries, and, of course, the holidays. All of these occasions were opportunities for watching football, drinking beer and eating way too much onion dip while women chatted about movies, TV, and fighting over who had a better kitchen gadget and the men hid in the TV room until dinner. It is true, as my brother says, that these gatherings had their own sense of warmth and tradition that helped us to really appreciate our family in a way we might not have otherwise.
With the loss of my Mom, my Aunt Debbie, and my Aunt Karen we are now left with a gaping whole in our lives and, subsequently, our traditions. I can't say that I ever thought about how those traditions would work when we started getting married and such but I am not sure they could get any worse than they are now. And I am sure that I never thought about what would happen if my Dad got remarried at some point. The ramifications of such a union are putting a tremendous strain on my brother and I's ability to hold onto what little remains of our traditions and puts us both in a position of having to choose to be with our Dad or with the rest of our family for holidays, in particular, Thanksgiving.
What is the hardest to understand is my Father's inability to recognize our (me and Ian's) need to be with our cousins. Our family is now unique in that all of my cousins share the same pain, burden, experience of losing our mothers. When something that tragic occurs the only way to gain some kind of perspective is to be with others who have also experienced this kind of loss. My cousin Jenn is trying, without my Dad's help, to establish some kind of tradition to help us all cope with the sadness that now accompanies the holidays. My Dad, though, has been unhelpful with this effort and is making it harder than it has to be to remain a family.
This kind of situation only makes me miss my Mom more and wish that my Dad could somehow understand how much he is hurting the rest of the family. He thinks we should all just get over the loss and move on like he has. Unfortunately, that is impossible for us because whether we liked her all of the time or not, she was our Mother, and that loss is devastating - no matter how old or young you are.
So hopefully we will have a good day and the family will be able to cope with our usual dosage of football, beer, and onion dip even if those who we want to enjoy those things with are gone.
We have been promised life from death and light in the darkness - as the dark grows and the light fades it is now that we need to see life and know the strength of our faith in Christ. Advent is still 3 weeks away but this prayer remains in my heart.
Come, Lord Jesus.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Apple Picking
We went apple picking with the Bruesehoffs a few days ago and we, surprisingly, remembered to take some pictures of our adventures.
It was a beautiful day and the apples were fun to pick right off the tree.
Ben had a great time picking, and eating, the apples.
He also tried to eat a whole pumpkin - luckily it was unsuccessful!
It was a beautiful day and the apples were fun to pick right off the tree.
Tim and I really got the hang of finding the best apples.
We ended up picking over 17 pounds of apples!
Ben had a great time picking, and eating, the apples.
He also tried to eat a whole pumpkin - luckily it was unsuccessful!
After a long day at the farm it was time to take out apples and go home!
I still have not found the time to bake the pie I planned on but it was a great adventure!
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Fire and Brimstone
I was trying to wait until I had a photo before I blogged about church today but I should tell the story now before I forget the details.
History: The congregation I serve has a large population of small children. We also have a lot of parents who help out in various ways throughout the church. During our 3 worship services on Sunday we have a lot of people running around trying to make the worship and Sunday School happen. Keeping track of all of these children is often difficult.
Today: In addition to our regular worship schedule (8, 9:15 and 11:15AM) they youth group was hosting a pancake breakfast to benefit a local homeless ministry from 8am to noon. More folks than usual were in the building and running around trying to get things done. The first service had already run 1o minutes over and so we were trying to shave minutes from the second in order to preserve the 35 minute window that we devote to Christian Education (another blog topic for the future).
I had just started the sermon with a quick children's message and I was interrupted by the fire alarm. Yes, the fire alarm. My first thought was that we had a pancake incident in the kitchen but no one was running from Luther Hall in flames. It was immediately apparent that we would have to evacuate the building just to be safe. The timing could not have been more terrible as I had all of the children at the altar with me and minor chaos ensued as they jumped at the alarm and quickly ran to their parents as we evacuated.
As we made our way out of the building Pr. Ellison, the senior pastor, began to make his way to the power shut off and I gathered some chairs for our older folks who would need to sit down once outside. As we left the building someone yelled from upstairs that they saw where the problem was and that there was a small fire in the school teacher's lounge. Our congregation is blessed to have at least two ranking fire professionals among our leadership - one of which was the reader for the second service. He took charge and ran up to the problem.
The worshippers and I made our way across the parking lot and got out of the way for the coming rescue departments. Pr. Ellison came out of the building with a quick report about the small fire and that it was now under control and the building was safe. He did not want to return to the building until the fire department gave the OK so suggested that we continue with worship in the parking lot - beginning with the sermon...
Throughout this whole experience I was sure that we had just lost the whole morning as a result of this emergency. When Pr. Ellison suggested that I try to preach in the parking lot I was quite skeptical and was unsure that it would be a good idea. Honestly, I was scared that it would end up being me trying to keep everyone's attention over the backdrop of fire trucks and police and doubting that the Word would not be heard. I should know better than to doubt God by now.
It was pretty amazing. I started as the fire trucks pulled up and continued through the distractions going on behind me. I knew the sermon because I had preached two times already but it flowed out of me in a way that both distracted from and gave perspective to the situation at hand. I hesitate to make the comparison for obvious reasons, but for that time I began to know what it might have felt like to be one of those ten lepers calling out to Jesus begging for help and mercy. Help did come in the form of a captive audience and communion celebrated on a folding table on the asphalt. If there was ever a day to talk about God coming to us in extraordinary ways this was certainly the day.
At the end of the outdoor worship a small voice cried, "I'm Sorry!". It was the 6 year old who caused the fire. He had been in the teachers lounge and put a roll of paper towels into the microwave and turned it on. Pr. Ellison asked the assembly if they would forgive the child and they all confirmed that they would. Pr. Ellison laid hands on the child and absolved him of his sins. It was a moving scene and yet one that begged the question as to why the child was not being supervised. I can only imagine the conversations that will come from this incident concerning parental responsibility and the new rules that can be imposed on parents who are doing their best.
We were able to move back into the worship space for the final service of the morning. I was definitely hesitant to start the children's sermon but the alarm remained silent. The running joke of the morning was that I should have preached fire and brimstone in light of the events but what I hope was more apparent than the fire was the ability of this community to continue to worship in light of the world around them.
Someone did take pictures of the event so I will post them when I get the chance.
The youth breakfast also resumed and raised $1100 for the local homeless ministry.
History: The congregation I serve has a large population of small children. We also have a lot of parents who help out in various ways throughout the church. During our 3 worship services on Sunday we have a lot of people running around trying to make the worship and Sunday School happen. Keeping track of all of these children is often difficult.
Today: In addition to our regular worship schedule (8, 9:15 and 11:15AM) they youth group was hosting a pancake breakfast to benefit a local homeless ministry from 8am to noon. More folks than usual were in the building and running around trying to get things done. The first service had already run 1o minutes over and so we were trying to shave minutes from the second in order to preserve the 35 minute window that we devote to Christian Education (another blog topic for the future).
I had just started the sermon with a quick children's message and I was interrupted by the fire alarm. Yes, the fire alarm. My first thought was that we had a pancake incident in the kitchen but no one was running from Luther Hall in flames. It was immediately apparent that we would have to evacuate the building just to be safe. The timing could not have been more terrible as I had all of the children at the altar with me and minor chaos ensued as they jumped at the alarm and quickly ran to their parents as we evacuated.
As we made our way out of the building Pr. Ellison, the senior pastor, began to make his way to the power shut off and I gathered some chairs for our older folks who would need to sit down once outside. As we left the building someone yelled from upstairs that they saw where the problem was and that there was a small fire in the school teacher's lounge. Our congregation is blessed to have at least two ranking fire professionals among our leadership - one of which was the reader for the second service. He took charge and ran up to the problem.
The worshippers and I made our way across the parking lot and got out of the way for the coming rescue departments. Pr. Ellison came out of the building with a quick report about the small fire and that it was now under control and the building was safe. He did not want to return to the building until the fire department gave the OK so suggested that we continue with worship in the parking lot - beginning with the sermon...
Throughout this whole experience I was sure that we had just lost the whole morning as a result of this emergency. When Pr. Ellison suggested that I try to preach in the parking lot I was quite skeptical and was unsure that it would be a good idea. Honestly, I was scared that it would end up being me trying to keep everyone's attention over the backdrop of fire trucks and police and doubting that the Word would not be heard. I should know better than to doubt God by now.
It was pretty amazing. I started as the fire trucks pulled up and continued through the distractions going on behind me. I knew the sermon because I had preached two times already but it flowed out of me in a way that both distracted from and gave perspective to the situation at hand. I hesitate to make the comparison for obvious reasons, but for that time I began to know what it might have felt like to be one of those ten lepers calling out to Jesus begging for help and mercy. Help did come in the form of a captive audience and communion celebrated on a folding table on the asphalt. If there was ever a day to talk about God coming to us in extraordinary ways this was certainly the day.
At the end of the outdoor worship a small voice cried, "I'm Sorry!". It was the 6 year old who caused the fire. He had been in the teachers lounge and put a roll of paper towels into the microwave and turned it on. Pr. Ellison asked the assembly if they would forgive the child and they all confirmed that they would. Pr. Ellison laid hands on the child and absolved him of his sins. It was a moving scene and yet one that begged the question as to why the child was not being supervised. I can only imagine the conversations that will come from this incident concerning parental responsibility and the new rules that can be imposed on parents who are doing their best.
We were able to move back into the worship space for the final service of the morning. I was definitely hesitant to start the children's sermon but the alarm remained silent. The running joke of the morning was that I should have preached fire and brimstone in light of the events but what I hope was more apparent than the fire was the ability of this community to continue to worship in light of the world around them.
Someone did take pictures of the event so I will post them when I get the chance.
The youth breakfast also resumed and raised $1100 for the local homeless ministry.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
My First Wedding
Yesterday, I was thrust into the unexpected and glorious work of ministry. I was enjoying the lovely Labor Day party that Tim and I were hosting when all of a sudden the phone rang. Now, ever since we moved the phone has been ringing off the hook with telemarketers and we have been screening the calls using our caller id. Tim went to the phone and when he answered it I knew it couldn't be good. Only people who don't have our cell phone numbers call the house and that means that it was probably someone from the church.
I heard Tim say, "Yes, she is here, just a moment" and my heart sank. Has one of our members died? Is there an emergency? What could this call be about?
When I got to the phone and said hello a woman named Mary was on the other end and her voice was panicked. Her mother was dying at the hospital. Immediately, I was sent back to my own experience of my mother dying and had to fight back those memories in order to be present for this woman. She began to explain that she had been engaged to a man for two years and had kept putting off the wedding for various reasons. Her mother was now asking that they get married before she died, it was her dying wish to see them wed.
Let me pause to let you in on what was going on in my head at that moment. I have never done a wedding before. I have no idea what I would have to do in order to actually perform this wedding. I am not ordained - should I tell them? I have a house full of people - do I just leave them? What the heck am I supposed to do???
So I listened more as Mary told me about her mother and the last two weeks that had brought the news of inoperable late stage cancer for her mother. The family was devastated at the news of their strong Irish mother being so ill so fast. She sounded regretful that she had let numerous opportunities to marry slip by. It also sounded like she should be distrought for a lifetime if she was not able to fulfill this dying wish.
She admitted that they did not have the proper paperwork from the state and that we would have to meet again later to complete those papers to make the marriage legal but that the ceremony was really what meant the most to her mother.
So I quickly weighed the situation and decided that it was best to throw on some clerics and get myself to the hospital - I was going to officiate at my first wedding. I did inform this woman that it was, indeed, my first time performing the ceremony but she did not seem to mind one bit. I am still envious of the faith she had in someone she had never met and had found by chance.
So I ran to the church to grab my Occasional Services book and a Bible before I headed to the hospital. I, of course, remembered the room number wrong and got a little lost before I found the group of family gathering in the lounge. Mary was wearing a white sundress that she had bought that day and Jeff, her husband to be, was in a button down shirt and slacks. Jeff had found rings that afternoon and they even had some champagne set up for a small reception after the ceremony.
A note about the family. Mary had said on the phone that she came from an Irish Catholic family and that since she and Jeff were previously married they were not permitted to be married in the Catholic church. I worried as I walked into the hospital that they might not welcome a female pastor into the situation but I was warmly greeted by everyone. Her brothers were wearing Guinness t-shirts and the hospital room was decorated with all kinds of pictures and Irish sayings. They brought home to that place for her and it was beautiful.
One of Mary's brother's plays the bagpipes in a band and had just come from a competition that day. He had a recorded bagpipe version of "Amazing Grace" was played as the processional and recessional.
It was clear that this family was close and that they had been waiting for something like this to bring some joy in the midst of their pain.
I quickly went over the details with Jeff and Mary. They picked a reading from Ecclesiastes chapter 3 (the text that inspired the song "Turn, Turn, Turn" by the Byrds) which I thought was very appropriate for this moment in the family's life.
Mary's mother was too ill to leave her bed so we had the ceremony in her hospital room. We stood so that she could see every moment of her daughter's wedding. To be honest, the whole thing is a blur. I know that we did everything that needed to be done for the wedding to look official. As I looked at Mary and Jeff, though, I knew that they could not have been happier in a church or a hall than they were in that hospital room. They had a familiar gaze that I know I shared with Tim when we were married. That hospital room became a holy place as we witnessed God's grace in the love of these two people and in the presence of Mary's mother.
After the wedding was over champagne was flowing and the celebration began. Someone had brought two brownies that Mary's mother had made to represent wedding cake. There were numerous toasts to the couple and the family. For a moment they were allowed to be joyful and know that God is indeed with this family.
Before I departed I spoke briefly with Jeff and Mary. We discussed future plans to make their marriage official and they expressed their deep thanks for my coming on a holiday. It was I, though, who had become thankful for this couple and this entire family. There have not been too many times in the last two months where I have been able to clearly see God working in the lives of the people that I work with and this moment was life giving for me.
This call to ministry is more than one to the members of St. Thomas. It is a call to ministry at all times and in all places. Sometimes we can get too distracted and blinded by the local congregation and become unable to see the world outside. I thank God for breaking into that sometimes small and closed off community and giving opportunities for witnessing faith in unexpected and mysterious places.
So that is the story of my first wedding. Crazy as it may sound, it's all true.
I heard Tim say, "Yes, she is here, just a moment" and my heart sank. Has one of our members died? Is there an emergency? What could this call be about?
When I got to the phone and said hello a woman named Mary was on the other end and her voice was panicked. Her mother was dying at the hospital. Immediately, I was sent back to my own experience of my mother dying and had to fight back those memories in order to be present for this woman. She began to explain that she had been engaged to a man for two years and had kept putting off the wedding for various reasons. Her mother was now asking that they get married before she died, it was her dying wish to see them wed.
Let me pause to let you in on what was going on in my head at that moment. I have never done a wedding before. I have no idea what I would have to do in order to actually perform this wedding. I am not ordained - should I tell them? I have a house full of people - do I just leave them? What the heck am I supposed to do???
So I listened more as Mary told me about her mother and the last two weeks that had brought the news of inoperable late stage cancer for her mother. The family was devastated at the news of their strong Irish mother being so ill so fast. She sounded regretful that she had let numerous opportunities to marry slip by. It also sounded like she should be distrought for a lifetime if she was not able to fulfill this dying wish.
She admitted that they did not have the proper paperwork from the state and that we would have to meet again later to complete those papers to make the marriage legal but that the ceremony was really what meant the most to her mother.
So I quickly weighed the situation and decided that it was best to throw on some clerics and get myself to the hospital - I was going to officiate at my first wedding. I did inform this woman that it was, indeed, my first time performing the ceremony but she did not seem to mind one bit. I am still envious of the faith she had in someone she had never met and had found by chance.
So I ran to the church to grab my Occasional Services book and a Bible before I headed to the hospital. I, of course, remembered the room number wrong and got a little lost before I found the group of family gathering in the lounge. Mary was wearing a white sundress that she had bought that day and Jeff, her husband to be, was in a button down shirt and slacks. Jeff had found rings that afternoon and they even had some champagne set up for a small reception after the ceremony.
A note about the family. Mary had said on the phone that she came from an Irish Catholic family and that since she and Jeff were previously married they were not permitted to be married in the Catholic church. I worried as I walked into the hospital that they might not welcome a female pastor into the situation but I was warmly greeted by everyone. Her brothers were wearing Guinness t-shirts and the hospital room was decorated with all kinds of pictures and Irish sayings. They brought home to that place for her and it was beautiful.
One of Mary's brother's plays the bagpipes in a band and had just come from a competition that day. He had a recorded bagpipe version of "Amazing Grace" was played as the processional and recessional.
It was clear that this family was close and that they had been waiting for something like this to bring some joy in the midst of their pain.
I quickly went over the details with Jeff and Mary. They picked a reading from Ecclesiastes chapter 3 (the text that inspired the song "Turn, Turn, Turn" by the Byrds) which I thought was very appropriate for this moment in the family's life.
Mary's mother was too ill to leave her bed so we had the ceremony in her hospital room. We stood so that she could see every moment of her daughter's wedding. To be honest, the whole thing is a blur. I know that we did everything that needed to be done for the wedding to look official. As I looked at Mary and Jeff, though, I knew that they could not have been happier in a church or a hall than they were in that hospital room. They had a familiar gaze that I know I shared with Tim when we were married. That hospital room became a holy place as we witnessed God's grace in the love of these two people and in the presence of Mary's mother.
After the wedding was over champagne was flowing and the celebration began. Someone had brought two brownies that Mary's mother had made to represent wedding cake. There were numerous toasts to the couple and the family. For a moment they were allowed to be joyful and know that God is indeed with this family.
Before I departed I spoke briefly with Jeff and Mary. We discussed future plans to make their marriage official and they expressed their deep thanks for my coming on a holiday. It was I, though, who had become thankful for this couple and this entire family. There have not been too many times in the last two months where I have been able to clearly see God working in the lives of the people that I work with and this moment was life giving for me.
This call to ministry is more than one to the members of St. Thomas. It is a call to ministry at all times and in all places. Sometimes we can get too distracted and blinded by the local congregation and become unable to see the world outside. I thank God for breaking into that sometimes small and closed off community and giving opportunities for witnessing faith in unexpected and mysterious places.
So that is the story of my first wedding. Crazy as it may sound, it's all true.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Home "Improvements"
Hey everyone, there have been a lot of 'improvements' on the home front lately. We have recently been blessed with a gaping hole in front of our house and a few other additions.
The hole is for the new drain pipe which we are sure would have been helpful in the torrential downpour that we had last week.
The hole is for the new drain pipe which we are sure would have been helpful in the torrential downpour that we had last week.
On the good side our driveway has received a fresh coating of gravel/rocks and a fun reflective construction horse..
The "Big Dig" takes up most of our block.
Here is Tim standing next to our mailbox that was removed from the ground and propped up against our fence. Needless to say the mail people have had some adventures getting our mail into the box - or they just don't deliver our mail.
On a side note - I am not sure why the picture is still sideways but if you would just turn your head you will see that the mailbox is now taller than Tim.
This is our current pride and joy - the grill. It has a cool side burner for sauces and such.
Being able to get a grill has been one of our favorite parts of this place. We have already cooked quite a few things and are looking forward to more great tasting food.
Another addition has been this great Fire Pit. We know that its a bit trendy but we are both harboring some pyromania tendencies and could not pass up the opportunity to have a place to make our own fire.
We are looking forward to cooking some 'smores on this in the near future
Finally, we added some festive lighting to our deck. We like to pretend that we are partying like rock stars whether its just us or a group of folks on the deck.
We are also hoping that rock stars shop at Target for their twinkle lights.
In Other News...
Tim and I went to the NJ Motor Vehicle Commission to transfer the titles and re-register our cars. We also had to get new license plates and by pure accident we ended up being in line right after one another and wound up with matching license plates.
So now we have matching cars and matching license plates... SUPER!
We hope that you liked the pictures of our recent "improvements". If you have suggestions for future improvements please let us know.
For those of you who like to watch know the future upcoming blog subjects will include "Brake Light Love", "Report from Counting Crows Concert", "Top Ten Reasons why the Wedding Thank-Yous are not finished" and "One Year of Marriage down, only a lifetime to go..."
Stay tuned.
For those of you who like to watch know the future upcoming blog subjects will include "Brake Light Love", "Report from Counting Crows Concert", "Top Ten Reasons why the Wedding Thank-Yous are not finished" and "One Year of Marriage down, only a lifetime to go..."
Stay tuned.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Pictures of our House!!
Hey Everyone! Here are a few pictures of our house in Toms River. We are currently renting it so we can't paint or anything but we are working on decorating the best we can.
This is the front and driveway.Yes, we have matching cars but it was completely by accident!
Here is a side view of the house which also shows the small deck.
Master Bedroom
Master Bedroom
Guest Bedroom
Bathroom - it's actually pretty big andhas a counter storage space to the right of this picture
Living Room
Another shot of the living room
Kitchen - we are so happy to have more than 4 cabinets and 1 drawer!
Our Ikea kitchen table and portable dishwasher that can cannot use...(the hookup doesn't match the faucet on the sink!)
This is our favorite part of the house!Our dock in the back yard is great to hangout on!
The water is from the Barnegat Bay.
Here is another shot of the dock/backyard.We are planning to get some cool outdoor furniture
and a grill so that we can really enjoy the space.
I hope you liked the pictures of our house! I will blog more about the new job soon.
Friday, June 22, 2007
I am posting from a Widget!
I think its great that I can now blog from a small window on my Mac dashboard. All you PC users better be jealous - at least until Microsoft creates a similar program for your desktop.
The reality is that it is more likely that no one is going to read this since I have not blogged since October and that was a sad story about Free Cell.
Life has been brighter since that day and now Tim and I are getting ready to move to a new home and phase of our life. I have received a call to a church in Brick, NJ and it will prove to be both a blessing and a challenge. We are moving into a great little house on the bay and are hoping to host a few friends there. Hopefully we will be able to post some pictures soon.
We are headed to Avalon, NJ this coming week for vacation with Tim's family. Hopefully it will be relaxing and a nice time at the beach before the real work begins at the church.
I am hoping to blog more often now and think that I have successfully found a way in which to safely vent about life since no one even reads this blog and when you google search my name it doesn't come up :).
With hopes for more blogs to come,
Am
The reality is that it is more likely that no one is going to read this since I have not blogged since October and that was a sad story about Free Cell.
Life has been brighter since that day and now Tim and I are getting ready to move to a new home and phase of our life. I have received a call to a church in Brick, NJ and it will prove to be both a blessing and a challenge. We are moving into a great little house on the bay and are hoping to host a few friends there. Hopefully we will be able to post some pictures soon.
We are headed to Avalon, NJ this coming week for vacation with Tim's family. Hopefully it will be relaxing and a nice time at the beach before the real work begins at the church.
I am hoping to blog more often now and think that I have successfully found a way in which to safely vent about life since no one even reads this blog and when you google search my name it doesn't come up :).
With hopes for more blogs to come,
Am
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