A string walks into a bar and asks for a drink, but the bartender says "we don't serve strings." So the string gets sad, ties himself up and rumples his hair, then walks in the next day and asks for a drink. The bartender said "are you that same string that was in here yesterday?" to which the string replied "no, I'm a freyed knot."Tee hee hee... If you have a favorite you'd like to share I promise I will laugh... genuinely and heartily.
Monday, March 31, 2008
tee-hee: (i just couldn't resist)
I have this silly attraction to cheesy jokes. I just can't help it, they genuinely make me laugh. A special thanks to my friend Lydia who so kindly put this in a card for me years ago. I just rediscovered this card the other day while doing a little spring-cleaning. I laughed out loud and then had to read it to my DH. And now I will share it with y'all. Bear with me... and so without further ado:
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
the little red engine jeans that could
Today I scored yet again another pair of designer jeans just slightly used at a savings of well over $150! WooHoo! *grin* AND they were in my size... length is a little long, but that is always the case. I'll have them tailored or wear them rolled or with heals! Oh yah! According to Jeans.com Store, Red Engine jeans retail at $159 & up. I stole mine for a meager $7.99. How, you ask? Go Goodwill hunting. Oh yah! Got to love finding made in the u.s.a. goods at such a great price. This was an exceptional find, since my last pair of Citizens of Humanity also bought at that price happened to be a few sizes too big... no problem, they'll fit me when I'm preggers one of these days. (note: again, I am not presently with child, but I suppose being surrounded by people who are makes one consider it often and see it's possibility in the unseen future).
Monday, March 17, 2008
jesus take the wheel
I just have to thank the Lord for getting everything done today for me and with me. I was seriously overwhelmed the night before just considering what needed to take place today. And realizing that the length of time it would take to do some of these things was out of my hands made it ever more stressful. Thankfully the sheer weight of the day didn't cause me to pull the covers back over my head and bury myself in the darkness of the bedroom. I know someone had to be praying. In the middle of the day when time was running out, like I needed to find a place to make photocopies downtown and somehow get those copies and some other paper work to another location, park, and delivered, all within a precious 20 minutes I knew that I had to simply ask Jesus to take the wheel. I know, it's lines from a corny country song, but seriously it was a simple request that relieved me of all forms of stress because I knew that I was in the Lord's hands and if He wanted things to get there in time, He would arrange for that to happen. And that thought was what kept me sane as I finally spotted a CopyMax six blocks from my destination, parked, messed with two different copy machines and flubbed up three extra copies and had to wait for another customer carry on frivolous dialogue with the clerk while I waited to pay my measly thirty-five cents, jumped in my car, made several green lights and found a parking spot at the next and final stop, scurried from my vehicle around a dozen other offices til I located the right one. I looked at my wristwatch. 4:25. He did it! Jesus took the wheel. Infact, Jesus is the wheel. Thank You, Jesus.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
still young & in love <3
It was our 3rd month anniversary today and we decided to go canoeing at Zilker Park on Lady Bird Lake (formerly but more commonly known as Town Lake). We had a lovely time enjoying the sunshine that had already decided to share it's warm rays with us this year. Yes, yesterday was a whopping 92F. Oowie! Thankfully today it wasn't quite as hot, but seeing that my skin hasn't seen the light of day since the two days I managed to lay out last summer I ensured a bit of a burn. Nothing a little aloe and an extra set of hands couldn't cure. After our venture out on the lake we went on a snow cone hunt. Thankfully a little place just around the corner from where we were was open. Standing in the blazin' heat of the parking lot of P.Terry's where it's located staring at the multitude of favor options only made the read deal taste all the more delicious and refreshing. It also happened to be during SXSW and so there was live music to be heard nearly on any corner of town... As we waited for our snow cones a band began to play over at a new wine/art shop nearby and let's just say that we think they got kicked off the stage after their first song. We weren't complaining, they were so terrible. When our turn came I opted for the Orange Dream-cycle and my DH had Cherry Cola. Contrary to the band, the snow cones were definitely two-thumbs-up!
the yancoskie's
I do believe it's like my friend, Susanna, has said... there's not a wedding season in the church life, just a wedding nearly every weekend for the entire year.
This time is was my long time childhood friend and companion in the church in Portland, Aaron. It seems that as soon as his family moved to Portland from Miami our families would get together and hang out. There were adventures in the wooded yard, black-eyes, feasting from the garden, trampoline jumping, among many other things. Together with his three other siblings combined with my three we were quite the clan. Fun times. And now I am happy to announce that he has gotten married! Congratulations Aaron! Many blessings to you and Grace on the adventures of married life! Can't wait to me this lucky lady. :)
This time is was my long time childhood friend and companion in the church in Portland, Aaron. It seems that as soon as his family moved to Portland from Miami our families would get together and hang out. There were adventures in the wooded yard, black-eyes, feasting from the garden, trampoline jumping, among many other things. Together with his three other siblings combined with my three we were quite the clan. Fun times. And now I am happy to announce that he has gotten married! Congratulations Aaron! Many blessings to you and Grace on the adventures of married life! Can't wait to me this lucky lady. :)
the lovely couple
(had to steal a photo from Stena as we counldn't make it out).
Saturday, March 8, 2008
the wilson's
They liked each other for over 6 years... and now they've finally gotten hitched! There couldn't be two people more perfectly brought together. What wonderous things the Lord has done!
March 7th - Aaron & Mandy Wilson - Austin, TX
the lovely couple.
We were so pleased to share this day with them.
the lovely couple.
We were so pleased to share this day with them.Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
this is just the beginning
The Fehrenbach's longtime friends from their NE days got hitched just down the road from us, so we all hoped in the van and made a little trip down to the Tripp/Gonzalaz wedding. A few other engaged couples also with partial connection to the NE were there.
Us with the Grace's-to-be.
the lovely couple.
Us with the Grace's-to-be.
Us with the Wilson's-to-be.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
dem german knives are sharp
WARNING: not for the weak stomached.
I am serious, this is an entry that may cause you to faint or be sick. Don't read on if you're that kind of person. This entry contains a graphic account of a knife accident.
We absolutely love our new Henkels kitchen knives. After all, they're German. *grin* We got a few as wedding gifts, and I'm still shopping for the bread knife. But today I am typing with the tips of only seven fingers and two thumbs. That's right. Sadly and much to my surprise I severed the entire tip of my left index finger this afternoon. It's the deepest cut I've ever had. That's just to say that I am not used to seeing the innerparts past my epidermis. Dem knives are sharp people. No seriously, so sharp you hardly feel the cut, in fact you feel it after it's too late to retreat. Once I saw and realized the severity of what happened, my dear husband said that I jumped up and down and started shouting, 'I cut my finger off! I cut my finger off! Ahhhhh!' I guess I stuck it in my mouth then held it above my head in shear horror. He ran to my rescue and then found the remains of the thick slice of my finger still stuck to the other side of the knife. After searching our medicine cabinet high and low we discovered that we didn't have appropriate bandages and ointments, so with my finger wrapped in a damp paper towel we drove across the highway to super target to see what we could find. We returned with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, a tube of neosborne, gauze, bandages, and cayenne pepper. One of these things didn't seem to belong, but I found out that cayenne not only kills germs and helps with the healing process, it also burns like leaving your hand on the stove top for longer than you should but not being able to remove it. Like a terrible torture scene. OwWee! OwWee! OwWee! oh man, did it ever burn! And still does. Don't think I will ever be able to put that on anyones' wounds myself. However, I still love my DH and know he was doing his best to take care of me.
I am serious, this is an entry that may cause you to faint or be sick. Don't read on if you're that kind of person. This entry contains a graphic account of a knife accident.
We absolutely love our new Henkels kitchen knives. After all, they're German. *grin* We got a few as wedding gifts, and I'm still shopping for the bread knife. But today I am typing with the tips of only seven fingers and two thumbs. That's right. Sadly and much to my surprise I severed the entire tip of my left index finger this afternoon. It's the deepest cut I've ever had. That's just to say that I am not used to seeing the innerparts past my epidermis. Dem knives are sharp people. No seriously, so sharp you hardly feel the cut, in fact you feel it after it's too late to retreat. Once I saw and realized the severity of what happened, my dear husband said that I jumped up and down and started shouting, 'I cut my finger off! I cut my finger off! Ahhhhh!' I guess I stuck it in my mouth then held it above my head in shear horror. He ran to my rescue and then found the remains of the thick slice of my finger still stuck to the other side of the knife. After searching our medicine cabinet high and low we discovered that we didn't have appropriate bandages and ointments, so with my finger wrapped in a damp paper towel we drove across the highway to super target to see what we could find. We returned with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, a tube of neosborne, gauze, bandages, and cayenne pepper. One of these things didn't seem to belong, but I found out that cayenne not only kills germs and helps with the healing process, it also burns like leaving your hand on the stove top for longer than you should but not being able to remove it. Like a terrible torture scene. OwWee! OwWee! OwWee! oh man, did it ever burn! And still does. Don't think I will ever be able to put that on anyones' wounds myself. However, I still love my DH and know he was doing his best to take care of me.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
what's worse, best wursts or parkin' tickets?
There is a little bratwurst stand that is found parked in various places downtown... sometimes it's across from the art museum on Congress during the day, but at night you have to prowl about 6th Street to find it. But believe me, it's well worth the pursuit. These literally are the 'best wursts' you have ever had this side of Germany.
So my little story from yesterday continues... My DH and I were cruising along after our afternoon at the park and hungry, I was craving none other than a delicious bratwurst. Not even Whole Foods had what I was looking for... and thus began our little jaunt through downtown Austin. It was not quite dusk yet and so we figured 6th wouldn't be closed or packed out with the usual drunken crowds just yet. The roads twisted and turned in an unusual fashion and that should have been my first clue. But then we passed a building through which windows we could see a horde of police officers. 'A police officer reunion or party,' I naively thought.
Then finally we reached 6th. A few blocks down I spotted the stand. Circling the block, my DH handed me his wallet and let me out at the light. He drove thru the light to the end of the corner to wait for me. I think we were the last car down the street before they started to close it off. When I approached the Best Wurst stand the man said it was still cooking the first few. So as I waited patiently next to the stand I looked around. Over hearing two street-men gabbing about their ex-lovers I turned my attention to the little purple, yellow, and green festive flags blowing in the wind at ever street lamp... (second clue, but I was still very much confused). A large lady in a motorized scooter scooted up to a man standing outside his shop, he had some merchandise available for sale.. There were beads, big ones, bigger ones, and flat out HUGE ones. She settled for the ones in between and scooted off in her scooter.
A group of like ten officers walked past in a pack with pamphlets in their hands. They gave one to one of the street-men by the stand. Feeling a little safer I thought to myself, man, they sure have a lot of officers out on 6th tonight. The smell of the brats were intensifying and I was still sooo hungry. On two occasions I noticed motor cops turn down the street where my DH had parked waiting for me with his blinker on. It was then I realized I had his wallet! Uh oh!
At this point I was nearly salivating at the supremely appitizing aromas that were reaching my nostrils. After claiming the very first two brats off the grill topped with delicious sauerkraut and mustard the man quoted me a price for them that was cheaper than his sign... so I mentioned the difference, and he said he usually charges more at festivals, and it was then that I realized it was Marti Gras. Silly me, I get that mixed with Cinco De Mayo all the time. When I rounded the corner to get to the car I noticed he had moved a little further down the street. and that just ahead of him three large buses were parked... and out of them jumped another 15-30 police officers.
I got in the car all pleased with my hands full of the best wursts I have ever had and my DH tells me of the three accounts where officers had to mention that he couldn't park where he was... Phew! They hadn't asked for his i.d. which I promptly afforded to him after freeing my hand of his bratwurst. We got out of there as best as we could with the roads all shut down, all just before the evenings festivities had fully been kicked off.
Needless to say, the bratwurst was devoured shortly after that down to the last lick of mustard off my finger tips. My dear husband however did make me promise not to send him off on a best-wurst bratwurst hunt if it happened to be a holiday someday when I'm pregnant. (note: I said someday, I am not currently at large *grin*).
So my little story from yesterday continues... My DH and I were cruising along after our afternoon at the park and hungry, I was craving none other than a delicious bratwurst. Not even Whole Foods had what I was looking for... and thus began our little jaunt through downtown Austin. It was not quite dusk yet and so we figured 6th wouldn't be closed or packed out with the usual drunken crowds just yet. The roads twisted and turned in an unusual fashion and that should have been my first clue. But then we passed a building through which windows we could see a horde of police officers. 'A police officer reunion or party,' I naively thought.
Then finally we reached 6th. A few blocks down I spotted the stand. Circling the block, my DH handed me his wallet and let me out at the light. He drove thru the light to the end of the corner to wait for me. I think we were the last car down the street before they started to close it off. When I approached the Best Wurst stand the man said it was still cooking the first few. So as I waited patiently next to the stand I looked around. Over hearing two street-men gabbing about their ex-lovers I turned my attention to the little purple, yellow, and green festive flags blowing in the wind at ever street lamp... (second clue, but I was still very much confused). A large lady in a motorized scooter scooted up to a man standing outside his shop, he had some merchandise available for sale.. There were beads, big ones, bigger ones, and flat out HUGE ones. She settled for the ones in between and scooted off in her scooter.
A group of like ten officers walked past in a pack with pamphlets in their hands. They gave one to one of the street-men by the stand. Feeling a little safer I thought to myself, man, they sure have a lot of officers out on 6th tonight. The smell of the brats were intensifying and I was still sooo hungry. On two occasions I noticed motor cops turn down the street where my DH had parked waiting for me with his blinker on. It was then I realized I had his wallet! Uh oh!
At this point I was nearly salivating at the supremely appitizing aromas that were reaching my nostrils. After claiming the very first two brats off the grill topped with delicious sauerkraut and mustard the man quoted me a price for them that was cheaper than his sign... so I mentioned the difference, and he said he usually charges more at festivals, and it was then that I realized it was Marti Gras. Silly me, I get that mixed with Cinco De Mayo all the time. When I rounded the corner to get to the car I noticed he had moved a little further down the street. and that just ahead of him three large buses were parked... and out of them jumped another 15-30 police officers.
I got in the car all pleased with my hands full of the best wursts I have ever had and my DH tells me of the three accounts where officers had to mention that he couldn't park where he was... Phew! They hadn't asked for his i.d. which I promptly afforded to him after freeing my hand of his bratwurst. We got out of there as best as we could with the roads all shut down, all just before the evenings festivities had fully been kicked off.
Needless to say, the bratwurst was devoured shortly after that down to the last lick of mustard off my finger tips. My dear husband however did make me promise not to send him off on a best-wurst bratwurst hunt if it happened to be a holiday someday when I'm pregnant. (note: I said someday, I am not currently at large *grin*).
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