February 17, 2012

Goldfish and Lemongrass

This is going to be a quick and not well edited blog post.

Which means I'm clearly delusional in thinking my other blog posts ARE well edited.  I'm a girl that has a healthy love for the comma which would certainly drive any English, major, crazy, seriously, I'm not kidding.  I love the"......" too even though it has a name I don't remember....

In exactly one hour I will be leaving on a jet plane heading to Israel.  I'm going to be with 23 other women on an intense 10 day study tour.  And by intense, I mean we've easily spent 40 hours doing map work and reading to prepare for this trip.  It's like being in graduate school except for no tests or papers to write or an unhealthy addiction to Diet Coke.

These past couple of months have been incredibly busy around here with Scot and I passing in the night on some occasions.  I think we will have spent a total of 4 days together in all of February.  I told my Grandmother that it's a good thing we are well past our trying to have a baby days because I would be one irritated woman waving an ovulation test in front of my man on Skype.

Since I told my Grandmother that, I figured it was ok to type it.....even if it borders on TMI.  Or dives right into TMI.

Three days ago Scot came home from a trip to the states where he stocked up for us.  He came home with 195 pounds of luggage and about 12 of those pounds were actually his things.

It was like Christmas around here.  All the excitement of the new and then all the mess of figuring out where it all goes.  It looked like Target had thrown up on our dining room table.  There were Christmas cards to read that had been sent to our Houston address, clothes for the boys that seem to be growing like lemongrass (weeds don't apply to our new Asian lifestyle and I'm trying to be relevant) and enough Goldfish to feed a small country.

Oh right, we live in a small country.

Ok, enough Goldfish to feed my two sons that are growing like lemongrass.

I have to say that the table felt like a perfect representation of my life right now.  Crazy and unorganized and often overwhelming.

Some call it "having a lot on my plate", some call it "too many balls in the air", I call it "there's no wonder I'm getting grayer by the minute".

I took a deep breath and decided to just start working.  One item at a time until the table was cleaned off.

Literally and figuratively.

Now I have 45 minutes until I climb on a plane and read something completely silly and irrelevant and watch movies that I haven't seen and hopefully sleep until 21 hours later I get to see my sister in Israel.

I'll get to wear these new hiking shoes that will make me look super smart while I'm studying in Israel.  And they have my new orthotics in them that I had to have made for my foot issues which will make me look super old.   


I am now sitting at the airport trying to finish this in some sort of nice meaningful way.  I'm trying not to be too emotional about being away from my boys for 2 weeks.  I sent Scot a text telling him that if something happened to me to please make sure the boys grow up loving Jesus, being gentlemen and marry great women.  

He responded with "OK".

That's it.  He knows me well.  It's going to be ok.

Until I get home and the dining room table looks like the printer at the school and the Goldfish and various sports equipment had thrown up all over it.  


  1. I love this post more than you could ever know. It's perfect and funny, and I miss you, and I love you, and have fun in Israel(!), and all of these commas are for you, baby!! Talk to you soon!!

  2. Your guys will do great while you are gone- you have taught them well! Being gone for 10 days made everyone around here a little more confident in their abilities and also a side benefit of appreciating all that mom does! Have a blast!

  3. You be careful! You have a blast! You listen, love and let the Lord overwhelm you. Then you come back and tell us what you can about it! Praying for you and then mc's.



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