Careful calculation tells us that by the 20th of January there will be a third. That’s right, I’m pregnant.
Into the Woods
I once held a lovely job where once a year we packed everything up and trekked into the deepest jungles of suspended concrete. A vast array of madness which encompassed my life for a week, a very long week. A week full of 16 hour days and tons of money. Now I have a different kind of forest to vanquish.
It’s that time of year again people, a time where people gather from all over the US to be trained in the way of the Waters. Living Waters. I’m happy to say, I think we’re ready. Ready to navigate the forests of pain, destruction and wounds with the most gentle yet pin-pointed techniques honed over the years by those that have gone before us. Whatever happens at this point happens, feel free to pray for us, we’re pulling this off with the smallest staff DS has ever had.
Now, in the meantime, think of butterflies and coconuts. Why you ask? Just think about it.
It’s Official
Jeremiah Michael has parents. Their names are Dean and Chrystal. They will raise him in a loving home and they will raise him up in the way he ought to go.
We’re going to be throwing them a huge shower. If you so desire you can donate to the cause. We’re going to give them a big gift certificate to Babies R Us. Please email me if you would like to contribute.
The Faithfulness of God
After many years, many prayers Dean and Chrystal are parents.
Meet Jeremiah Michael
Birth weight: 3 lbs, 11ozs
Length: 15 inches
Red hair, blue eyes
So perfectly beautiful and tiny.
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Today someone googled “professional engagement” and found our blog.
Jesse and I have often talked about making our love of love into a business, but really we love doing it so much there would never be any need to get paid for it.
Some of you may not know but we have helped many a lovely couple get engaged in style. Whether it be something as simple as picking out the flowers to getting some gentlemen a sweet deal on a fantastical ring, we do it all. If you need to make your proposal memorable give us a call, we’re apparently professionals.
Hold off Jesus, Let them prove the Higgs theory before You Return
Since the 10th grade my scientifically driven brain has been following CERN. This is the year in which completion has been slated. By the summer sub-atomic particles will be accelerated and smashed at a rate that Fermi in Chicago has never accomplished with the hope of proving the Higgs Theory.
Admittedly, quantum mechanics is currently outside my realm of understanding, however I’ve been researching this stuff all week and let me tell you I’m like a kid in a candy store. I love chemistry, the only teachers I’ve kept up with over the years and visit every time I go home are those that taught it to me. I am forever in their debt. A current regret is that I never took physics. Intro yes, but I got a B which was enough to dissuade me from moving on in my physics career. Now I am wishing that I had further pursued it and am ready to take a class where ever I can.
Yesterday Dr. Fiorello informed me that we owe CERN a debt that reaches beyond the standard model that will most likely one day reach our homes. As a result of the sheer volume of data that will be generated by CERN scientists and their counterparts have built The Grid. The Grid is a network that moves at a speed that is 1,000 times that of broadband internet and is hardwired to 80 universities around the world where the data generated by CERN will be studied and analyzed. It is estimated that each year CERN will generate 15 PETABYTES of raw data annually.
All of this for the last missing component from the standard model of particle physics. The Higgs boson. If I were Higgs, a quiet now 78 year old Scottish physicist I would be incredibly nervous, but really, the world needed a new biggest and best particle accelerator. I feel a Swiss vacation coming on.
Only a Man Would Call this Progress
http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1727656,00.html
Agree? Disagree? Indifferent?
Vengeful Husband set to Music, can Life get Better?
On Tuesday night Jesse and I had the privilege of sharing a cinematic experience with the one and only Lauren Shafer. It was as lovely evening. Being me, I agreed to watching a movie that I only knew a handful of things about. I knew that it was a musical, I knew Tim Burton directed it and I knew that it was incredibly bloody. I was however unaware of the actual plot.
After the first 15 minutes I realized it was about a husband, a husband consumed by the idea of avenging his wife and child after he was falsely indicted by an evil judge and then imprisoned. After this realization I must say that I couldn’t have been happier. I love this stuff. A man consumed with bringing to justice those who have wronged his wife. No matter how loose the comparison it reminds me of what is to come. That Jesus is coming back to the planet to execute His justice once and for all.
As the movie progressed the analogy broke down and I realized how it can’t be compared. No matter how good the intentions human weakness can not be helped. Sweeney Todd had no meekness within him, he had no way to bring his power under control so by the end his seemingly noble campaign that he started with was unrecognizable. The film best depicted the ways in which we think we’re doing right when at the end of the day when justice doesn’t marry mercy the out come is futile and produces more destruction than anyone could have foreseen in the beginning. The rage that consumed him was never righteous, it was only ever the result of fallen humanity and therefore he was never happy amongst his revenge.
In the end everything was destroyed. It echoed a bit like Julie Tamor’s interpretation of Shakespeare’s tragedy of Titus Andronicus. The end was left empty and without hope. People, we think we know everything.
Ode to the telemarketer
Some poor fool had the bad luck of getting my number on their list for girls gone wild auditions.
I don’t know how you got my number or my name but I want you to know exactly how I feel about you.
I don’t know how you sleep at night, I don’t know why you get up in the morning and most of all I don’t know how you do what you do and sound so damn chipper. Yes I’ve seen your commercials and I have in fact wept over them. For a living I aid in the clean up of the disaster you leave behind. Young girls lives ruined, their hearts pained all because you told them they would have a good time.
To the WOMAN in customer service that took my number off the list: I’m glad it was Jesse who talked to you, I wouldn’t have been able to say anything intelligible to you. You should be ashamed of yourself. If you could also take my friends and my sisters off that would be fantastic. But you won’t because as you so eloquently put it “it’s not what you get paid for.”
We’ve grown up
It’s a weird thing to realize. We’re grown ups. This has officially been cemented by the fact that we’re house shopping.
Pray for us, it’s quite the adventure.
