If you haven’t filled that small niblet of your heart with The Lone Bellow, you should make the consideration. Michael took me to see them Sunday night at Knuckleheads. They are genuine folk and such good musicians. We got to know Zach and his wife years ago through a close mutual friend. They are such dear people, loving God in an inspiring way. Starting churches in broken neighborhoods in Brooklyn. We are anticipating their trip back to KC to perform, as we extended the invitation to stay with us! In which, we’ll try to slip in a private yard concert (and invite you)! Speaking of which, I better get Michael the design for an outdoor stage just in case this really happens.
Michael and I had the best night of our year listening and dancing to them pour their sweet soul into their performance Sunday night. It was my 8 year anniversary gift. Speaking of 8 years with this husband of mine…one can learn a lot about someone after being married for 8 years. Pretty cool. Marriage is one of the hardest things in life, for sure. But when it’s good, its real good. One day we’ll be looking at each other with wrinkly faces and thinned out hair and laugh at the day we thought we knew something…back when we were 30 and married for only 8 years. He, hee, hee. But hey, we did know something…we knew how to dance faster and could eat our friends spicy chili without major heartburn. But now (still pretending we’re old) we hold our grandchildren. We don’t spank them, oh no…we sneak them extra bites of spice cake. And we still dance. Yes we do.
Love and miss blogging. (Hope to have wireless at the condo soon)
We can breathe, we can breathe, closed on our house, and sighed a very big healthy sigh of relief. One part of our 3 piece puzzle behind us. Now on to the second piece, which is really exciting. Renovation!
We ordered Pella windows with a simple pine interior and black aluminum clad exterior. Didn’t get the Designer series, but I think one of the standards that is supposed to have low profile trim with wider spans of glass. Yay. New windows to arrive in a month, then we must hire an installer. (*This purchase (of 22 windows, gulp) would have taken a large chunk of our entire budget, but praise God for Pella’s 60 month zero interest finance option.)
Looking for rugs from Interface’s Flor for the kids rooms. Planning a weekend trip to Minneapolis for bathroom faucets, sinks, wall oven, etc from Ikea. Must get bids on kitchen cabinets.
And the kids are pulling books of the library shelves. Gotta go!
Day 2 of vacation and jet lag was behind us, we had just put our kids to bed and got snazzy for our first night out. We had no idea what was in store. The night was beyond cool. I was like, “Ashleigh, seriously…this place for real? Where are we…”
Caliza Pool is where we were. And Caliza Pool + Restaurant is in Alys Beach, which was full of gorgeous white Bermudan architecture… (not allowed to sneeze, but you are aloud to be cool and have a good time.)
The night was so beautiful and delicious! We talked and laughed and swept our hair from side to side. Definitely made Caliza Pool say, “Woah…those Midwesterners are really pulling off our vibe.”
P.S. Okay yes, I was completely swoon over the place, but the time sitting around that table with my gal pals made it divine. There is something unique about meeting in college, probably because we’d sit around and giggle the night away (insert “fart in a shoebox” if you’re that type of person…but I’d consider that totally inappropriate). And the parts about discovering who we were and growing up together, studying the bible and praying together.
Michael’s quote for this non-busy season of our life is, “How do you eat an elephant?…One bite at a time.” He is moving furniture into storage + wiring lights at our new house, while I pace back and forth saying, “Where to start, where to start!”
Hensley, Fields, and I had the most wonderful vacation in Seaside with my girlfriends and their kids ( I would love to write more about it sometime). When we got home it was full speed ahead. Michael had packed up the entire basement and had it all organized at our new house. Purging, packing, moving, storing, unpacking…which part of this is your favorite? Let me guess, all of it? As the optimist, I’ve found myself telling people that I enjoy moving. As I’m sitting here throwing stuff in boxes I wished I would have been more honest with that person and myself. I don’t love this. I love fine dining and relaxing with my family. But I can do this, yes I can.
This evening I tried something that backfired. With a tiny devil on one shoulder saying I should just go to McDonalds drive thru, and a tiny angel on the other saying to go to Costco and buy some fresh food I was all confused. Tiny devil won. And now I’m here 4 hours later feeling sick to my stomach because I ate a double cheeseburger. Tiny devil also won because my children were mere explosions for one reason or another.
Fields has a large tooth coming in and is crying A Lot. Hensley screamed “The Condo!” for 20 minutes straight because she is more than ready to move there and keeps getting confused on Moving Day. For Tegegne, I wasn’t sure what his excuse was…really didn’t think he had one, but by the grace of God I opened THIS EMAIL and read about Definace: Why It Happens and WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT!!! So glad they continued the article with the What To Do section. One of which is to send myself to time out…ha! Seriously though, saying this here and to God must help…I will focus my energy toward deep breaths and staying calm. Lately I’ve responded with the same vigor, which doesn’t make for an enjoyable situation.
Good Lord have mercy on this transition for our family. Help us to take baby bites, not of an elephant, nor of a sandwich from the Golden Arches…but of something fresher that comes with a side of your love and kindness.