Sunday, November 2, 2008

Back in the Land

There is just something about Israel that makes me want to blog.
Brent and I arrived here Sat. around 4:00 p.m. I cried tears of joy and homecoming when we landed. I cried in the Taxi as we drove through familiar streets. I cried as we walked to our favorite restaurant to eat dinner.
I know, it sounds like I am just an emotional, blubbering idiot. Maybe I am. But I'm OK with that because I love this place and will be a blubbering idiot for this place.
I really love just about everything about this place. Brent and I went to a sidewalk cafe near the beach and just enjoyed being in Tel Aviv this morning. As I sat there relishing the moment, I realized I even loved the noises of this city. Crazy, huh? What really made me laugh, internally so that people didn't think I was some kind of lunatic, was that I realized I even loved the sound of the traffic, the buses, the honking. It adds to the feeling of familiarity. Call me a weirdo.
Today, our first full day here, has been spent with a dear friend we met in our Hebrew Language school during our 7 months living in the Land. Kate and her 7 1/2 month old son, Edan (pronounced "Ee-dahn") met us for a falafel at Brent's favorite place. Edan was born about 2 weeks before we came back to the U.S. He has grown so much and has been SO FUN to be around. I'm actually writing this post from Kate and her husband Adi's apartment. We are getting ready to go pick up Brent and go to dinner together! It has just been a great day of reconnecting and catching up and I feel really blessed to be able to come to my "other home" for a couple of weeks!
I feel I am rambling and must stop. Besides, it's time to go get Brent and go eat!
Maybe I'll feel inspired again in the next two weeks and will find a computer I can blog from!

Thursday, August 21, 2008

My Birthday

Today is my birthday. I was officially born around 9:00 PM. So, I'm finally 24 (wink, wink).
I had a good day. My hubs got me some beautiful white cala favorite! And a sweet deal at a spa! It includes a massage, facial, mani or pedi and a haircut with wash and style! Isn't he so sweet! We also got to go out to dinner tonight at Salt Grass. OH MY WORD! That place is so good if you have a hankerin' for some delicious steak! I don't eat steak all that often so I take any opportunity I can get! Tonight was just one of those opportunities!
Now, a little story about my sweet and funny husband.
When we got back home to the U.S. of A. I was going through some stuff putting my house back together. See, I'm a bit of a pack-rat and I keep lots o' stuff. I'm also very sentimental and this only compounds the pack-rat problem, as some might call it. Point being that I have kept every card that Brent has given me. So, I was going through them and reminiscing and came across one of the birthday cards he had gotten me. It was a humorous card and I chuckled as I'm sure I did the year he gave it to me. I came across another envelope with his handwriting, opened it up and pulled out, would you believe, THE EXACT SAME CARD! He had gotten me the same card two different years and didn't even know it!! I was appalled over this and for many reasons. First being that I had not noticed this on the particular birthday that I had received a duplicate card. Second, that my husband would be so careless as to get me the same card two years in a row! Third, that when I told him of this little mishap he just laughed. And fourth, HE GOT ME THE SAME CARD THIS YEAR!!! OK, as you have probably figured out, he did that on purpose, at least the third time. He was looking at cards and wouldn't you know, there was that infamous card staring him down, calling his name and begging him to buy it yet again! So he did. I would like to add in here that he was sweet enough to actually buy me two cards this year, the repeat and a new, sweet one that made my heart melt. I love that guy.

Monday, August 18, 2008


Well Friends,
I think I'm back in the world wide web.
We have internet that actually works!!!!
I have joined facebook.
Hopefully I can get back into the swing of blogging.
I have started a new job. I have joined the 40-hour-a-week society. It's really for the birds. But my new job pays really good! Don't worry, I'm not teaching grammar!! :)
Well, I have some really old events that I want to blog about and I have pictures and everything so look for that to come.
See you on the web.

Thursday, June 26, 2008


I know, I know. I have been TERRIBLE about blogging since we got home.
I could roll out a massively long list of lame excuses, because I've got them. However, I value any of you who may still be randomly checking this blog too much to do that.
I will just say, I'm sorry. I really do want to blog. I even have pictures. I just have some sorry excuses too.
With that said... I hope to get back to the blog world at some point. I'm in the process of trying to get a full time job and my house the way I want and need it. All of this will help me get back on the blogging bandwagon.
Until then....don't completely give up on me.
I have a great fondness for any of you who may still be hopeful enough to check this sad blog every once in a blue moon! (When exactly is there a "blue moon" anyway? Anyone?)

Friday, May 2, 2008

Time Zone

When I began this blog we were living in Tel Aviv, Israel.
When I set up the blog I set the time zone to Israel time.
I forgot to change it.
So, for those wondering if I posted that last post at 2:00 in the morning....NO WAY! I'm not that crazy! It would have been about 6:00 p.m. here in the U.S. of A.
Well, I think I fixed that little mix up. Shew. That was a potential disaster averted!

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

No Way In

You want to know what's frustrating? Not being able to get into your house after being on the road for 16 hours.
When Brent and I arrived to our home, well after midnight last Friday night, we were unable to get it. No, we hadn't locked ourselves out. Our house locked us out. Well, not really but it sounded funny.
You see, ever since we returned from Israel, our glass door/screen door (though it has not screen and is only glass. hmmm) has been sticking. When you turn the handle on any door, the sticky-outy-thing that keeps it closed, withdraws, thus allowing you to open the door. (Do you love my technical terms, cuz I do!) On our glass door the sticky-outy-thing was sticking before we left. When we arrived back home in the middle of the night it was completely broken. You could turn that handle till the cows came home and it was not opening up!
"Why didn't you just go in through the garage door?"
Well, people, it's like this. We live in the hood! And our house is old. There is no entrance from the garage to the house. Yep. I have to go outside to get into the garage where the washer and dryer are. At least we have a washer and dryer though, eh? (No, I'm not Canadian.)
Why didn't you go int he back door?"
Come on people! We look that screen door too! (And yes, that one actually has a screen.)

OK, let me describe the scene for you.
12:13a.m. (not really. I don't know what the exact time was but I like details!)
I have slept the last hour or two and am groggy and grumpy and just want to unload the truck and crawl into my big, soft, king size bed.
Brent has been driving since 6:30a.m. and is exhausted.
Brent has gotten the big stuff out of the back of the truck and is at the front door.
I'm unloading all of my bajillion little things that have been strewn all over the back seat. I hear the Brent jiggling the handle on the door. Then I hear him trying to yank the door open. Then I think he's going to pull the door off it's hinges while shattering the glass and become concerned.
He yells "The glass door is locked!". I say "No it's not. That's impossible." (Unless of course we have leprechauns or elves living in our house who wanted to play a trick on us. They do that sort of thing, you know.) Brent says through gritted teeth "Yes it is." and begins yanking on the door with all his might. I run to the porch to stop him from totally destroying the door.
We then proceed to get screw drivers out to try and pry it open and even consider taking the door off but that would be a really bad idea. I get two screwdrivers in my hands and try to get the sticky-outy-thing pushed back into the door so we can get it open and I almost had it, about 13 times and lost it. Brent sees that it is hopeless and we are too tired and grumpy to be sensible and says "You're done. Call your Mom and Dad."
So, we call the folks and spend the night at their house.
Next day, Dad and Brent get the door open. How? Dad used the screwdrivers and did what I tried to do the night before. Way to go Dad.
Now we have no handle whatsoever on our glass door because I was not about to let my house lock me out again.

Monday, April 28, 2008


8 Days
8 States
Over 2000 miles
That just about sums up our trip last week.
Not really, though, because we had so much fun and got to visit with so many sweet people and friends.
We also reviewed some of our Hebrew verbs on the road home and Brent had me laughing so hard at his attempts to pronounce the word for "to celebrate" that I thought we were going to need to have my seat cleaned and dried, if you get my drift.
I must say that I am very glad to be home again. D.J., our little dog, was glad we were home too!

Thank you, Lord, for a safe and blessed trip!