Kevin turns 31 today! Am I still allowed to think 31 sounds kinda old?! Every day that I wake up to this face, I’m reminded what a lucky girl I am.
I love you babe and hope you have the best birthday ever. . . you deserve it!
Ahh, it’s been a while. I haven’t been bringing my camera places so I’m majorly lacking in the photo department and just never want to blog without pictures. This week has been a busy one. I’ve been sewing pretty much most of the free time I have, although there didn’t seem to be enough of that this week. I’d like to share pictures of the things I’ve made, but most of it I’m giving away to the numerous pregnant friends I have. . . so it’ll have to wait until they’ve received them. I had an offer on a part-time office job that I’m *desperately* hoping I get because the hours are exactly what I want, but I don’t know what in the world I’m going to do with myself once I get a job. How am I ever going to find time to clean the house, have lunch with friends, babysit their kids, help my friend with her photography business, go for a run whenever I please, go grocery shopping, SEW!, volunteer, and do our foster care classes?! I guess I’ll have to give some of it up(probably not grocery shopping or cleaning the house though). I’m just enjoying it all so much.
So I’m really looking forward to this week. We have our “one-year-fertility-checkup” in the morning, which I am completely excited about. Is that weird? And I plan to look at this week as my last as an unemployed girl, alth0ugh it definitely might not be! So I plan to enjoy every single second of it.
I’ll probably post again once I actually have some pictures.
as my dad would say. We can’t seem to catch a break lately. Lately as in pretty much since I lost my job in December. Since deciding to begin the process into becoming foster parents, things have been especially rough. It seems when you try and do good, “somebody” is there trying to break you in half.
I’m thankful for a God who is bigger than all of this though.
Last night we were on our way to our foster care class (where we’ll be every Thursday for the next 16 weeks!), when our car died. Just pooped out in the middle of the road. I was driving and felt it slowly dying so I was able to quickly jerk it into a parking lot. Kevin inspected things and after a couple times trying to start it back up, we decided it was useless and called for a tow truck. I was completely fuming inside about having to miss our first class so I came up with the genius thought to walk the 1/2 mile in the rain. With mace in one hand and an umbrella in the other I raced down Main Street in Bartow hoping to find my destination without getting picked up by a stranger. (I’m slightly paranoid about things like that). With soaking wet mary janes and drenched pant legs I made it to hear the last 20 minutes. As annoyed as I was, I felt proud. I might have been 45 minutes late but I was there. As far as I knew the class was supposed to last 2 more hours but it was let out extremely early and I was lucky enough to catch Kevin and the tow truck man before they left for Lakeland. He was kind enough to come pick me up. So today we got the news that our timing belt broke. Apparently this “timing belt” shouldn’t have to be replaced until 120,000 miles, but ours broke at 70. The car had a three year warranty and 50,000 miles but it’s four years old and has 70,000 miles on it. So no coverage. Not knowing anything about cars (like myself), you’d think a timing belt would be something small. Well it’s not and the whole engine is completely ruined and they quoted us $6,000 to fix it. After looking up the value of our car it’s currently worth $9,000.
I’m still in a little bit of shock. I’m not sure how we could have been prepared for our car to just die. We’re very thankful that we haven’t been able to sell our VW yet though, or we’d be really out of luck. I try to keep most of the negative out of this blog, seeing how it’s not things I like to dwell on but I just really needed to vent. We’re gonna keep on keeping on, and I’m sure things might even get worse…but it can’t stay this way forever. At least I hope not.
On any given day, this is where you’ll find our dog. It used to be when we were gone and it was storming we would come home and find him in a closet all curled up but now this is where he is found most any given time of the day. Not only does he enjoy the closet, but he enjoys ripping my jacket off the hanger and making himself a bed in the closet. Occasionally he has even managed to get all of my clothes out of my gym bag and make a small bed in the center. It’s cute, but I’m not so happy about all my clothes smelling like dog. We could keep our door shut but that would just be cruel.
In other news, I was able to set my new sewing machine up -all by myself I should add- and get it working. I might of had a little help from the manual. And my husband. But it was mostly by myself! I even made a cute little (really little, oops) baby blanket. It’s not perfect, but I think it’s pretty good for the first thing I’ve ever really sewn. I figured a blanket would be easy just to practice sewing straight lines and getting a hang of everything. I’m not really sure what to make next. I just got some amazingly cute fabric in the mail that I ordered online but I’m hoping it will one day be turned into an apron with the help of Christy!
Ohhhh, and I almost forgot. We got tattoos on our wedding anniversary.
