Yes, Please. I Love Humble Pie.

As humbling as this is, the motivation for my post today is purely mercenary. My husband and I are in financial jam and we need help.  Aside from the fact that we’re raising our own support as full-time missionaries, a good chunk of funds that were supposed to head our way never actually did. But as it always happens, the bills never seem to forget, and thus we are in the hole.  We have a goal of raising about $3,000 in the next month or two, and have chosen to be faithful with what we’ve been given and then trust the Lord to provide.

If you are able/willing to help at all, we would greatly appreciate it!! How? My husband has a paypal account, so you can easily click here. 

Thank you.

the rumors are true

A serendipitous turn has occurred in my life… savoring a hint of irony. I am pregnant; sixweeks pregnant to be more precise, though every online due date calculator seems to have a different idea about how many weeks I am along. I have to say that I am thrilled beyond words to be a mommy, but let me tell you, there’s nothing quite as nauseating as the thought of broccoli or onions. Ugh… even typing those two harmless little words makes me nervous I might have to put this post on pause to take a quick vomit break. In fact, the word vomit doesn’t gross me out nearly as much as those two words that I won’t attempt to type a second time.

I’ve been home all day, which is good since I can scarcely do more than sleep, and bad since my dog is super energetic and assumes that I am going to take her for a walk every time I move my foot to the right or the left more than an inch at a time.  I took her out for a brief stint in our ginormous back yard just to see the psychotic look on her face when she has space to run in as many circles as she can. She’s now gratefully planted at my feet, leaking with satisfaction.

My husband is now rescuing me from cabin fever, so I’m off. Buy me stuff if you want! I have a universal wishlist at amazon.com!!