PICTURES

We've had a busy couple of weeks!  I'll just share some pictures for now and write more later.

Danielle, me, Alisha - My two favorite girls.

Young Life Leader Retreat!  Here are some of the gals!  Ice Cream in Okoboji.

A tilt-y fun house in Okoboji.  Totally messed with my head...

Roosevelt Football Game with Young Life friends.  Guess who the cold-blooded one is?

THEN & NOW

THEN: Labor Day weekend 2009 @ Lifelight with James, our nephew.  First time we admitted we were dating.  First time I met Mark's family.

 NOW: Labor Day weekend 2011 @ Lifelight sans nephew.  Married almost a year!

M&L CONVO | Friends

Me: I DON'T KNOW WHAT SONGS TO SING ON THURSDAY!  Mark.  Help me.

Mark:  Love's Like a Hurricane.

Me: You mean How He Loves?

Mark: Yeah, that one.

Me.  I hate that song.

Mark:  How about Friends Are Friends Forever?

Me: blank look.


Mark: Friends are Friends Forever THROWBACK.

Me:  blank look.


Mark:  Come on!  Michael W. Smith?  He would love it.

Me: Mark, we don't sing about friends at Harp & Bowl.  We sing about the Lord.

Mark: BUT! The Lord made friends.

Me: blank look.

Mark: after a few moments.  cocky.  Jesus is MY friend.

Me: ignoring.


Mark:  to himself.  It will be a hit...

FALL AND FAKE CAMPFIRES

It was a BEAUTIFUL fall day today.  I woke up early to do some cooking and cleaning (the in-laws were coming over) and opened all the windows.  A while later, I caught a whiff of a campfirey-fallish sort of smell in the air.  Love.

"Mark!  Smell that!  Yum.  It smells like fall."

10 minutes later...

"Our neighbors must be having a campfire!  Doesn't it smell like a campfire, Mark?  Campfires are wonderful."

10 minutes later...

"Lord, you are so nice to me.  You know how much I love fall, fresh air coming through the windows and campfires.  You're so great."

10 minutes later...

"Mark, maybe we should shut the windows...  Our whole house is going to smell like a campfire pretty soon.  It's kind of strong."

10 minutes later...

"MARK.  Shut. The. Windows.  It smells like a smokestack in here."

5 minutes later...

Great.  Mark's parents are going to be here any second and our apartment is rank.  We will not even be able to taste our food over the hillbilly campground smell.

30 seconds later...I started unloading the dishwasher.

I found one of my wooden spoons in the bottom of the dishwasher, on top of the water heater coil, sizzling.

"Um, Mark?  It was not a campfire.  You can open the windows again."