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| I started writing my thank you cards today. I admit, it's taken me awhile to get going on them. To begin with, I had to wait 2 months to get the pictures from my photographer (who by the way, still hasnt given me anything but the proofs) and then I guess life just got in the way. I got a job, I changed jobs, I moved into a new home, got involved in the church 4 nights a week, tried to get in touch with old friends, and oh yeah, being married takes up a surprising amount of time. I know, that last sentence sounds bitter, but its only because my Dad called me this morning because he had just found out from my mom that, heaven forbide, I hadnt finished my thank you cards yet. He didnt have anything else to say other than, he thought it was time for me to finish them... as if I havent been trying. Looking back on it now, making them all by hand probably wasnt the smartest choice on my part, but at least they'll look exactly how I want them to. Honestly, I really really appreciate everything that was given to us when we got married, and I do want to say thank you, but there's only so much time. I think my problem with my Dad's phone call this morning is that he would think that I wasn't trying to get them done, that I didn't think it was important to let everyone know how much I appreciated their gifts...
I think I need to pray about my attitude because I dont want the next 100 thank you cards that I make all to be laced with bitter thoughts about being misunderstood.
On a sidenote, it also bugs me that Steve's not facing any questions about why he hasnt done any thank yous yet...
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| Smallness...I have a semi-confession to make. I guess it's not much of a confession, more of an admission of a revelation. I have never thought of myself as a small person. Apparently most people think of me as a small person, but when I look at anyone, I don't think to myself, "hey, she's bigger than me". My mind apparently just doesn't think in sizes or something. Now, to the realization... today I realize that I was small. This happened while I was at work and the journeyman that I work with, Kevin, asked me to climb up into the ceiling and move a wire that had been run to the wrong spot. However since the wire was originally run, the carpenters had boxed in the area that we needed to get into so there was only one opening. When I got into the ceiling I looked at the hole and thought, "no one but a kid could get through that space..." plus with balancing on trusses so not to fall through the roof, it would probably be too tricky for a kid to do anyways... But I had to try anyways, so I scrunched my way over to the hole and... I got through... easily... apparently I'm pretty small cause that hole was probably 8x12inches or so...
So there's my realization for the day.
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| I just found out that the talk that I've been preparing for the jr. youth of our church isn't for 5 mins it's for 30-40 mins. It's tomorrow. Hopefully this is God's way of ensuring that it's His words that are spoken and not mine, because I sure won't have 1/2 an hour's worth of material prepared  If you think of it, please pray for me. I'm speaking on making mistakes... how ironic.
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| Thanksgiving HolidayWhen I was looking through my pictures of Macey for my last post, I found these pictures that were taken last weekend when Steve and I went for a walk with his Dad down by the lake here in Salmon Arm. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves, but God has blessed me greatly with the beautiful environment in which I live and the amazing husband I can share it with...
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| Macey...Well we've taken the next step... we have a kitten. Steve really wanted a pet and I said that if we were going to get a pet, we were going to get one that we could actually love, not just watch in an aquarium... The first two weeks we had her, I really, really regretted that. Actually that's why this post is so late, I was sure we were going to end up giving her away and so I didn't want to say we had her and then give her away. She was insane, noisy and peed on the bed. But apparently that was all just a transition thing because now she's calm, quiet and well behaved. A twist-tie amuses her for hours and she tries to help fold the laundry and sweep the floor all the time. By help I mean, she attacks the clothes, broom and whatever else I'm trying to do, but she's cute and furry and cuddly, so how could I not love her?
Anyways, here she is, Lil' miss Macey...
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