Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Unpaid Testimonial

I am a sucker for an infomercial.
Especially one about hair removal. (I know, I'm a freak.)
I never allow myself to actually ORDER something from the television as much as I might want to (I don't think I have enough cats to warrant late-night infomercial orders by phone), so imagine my THRILL when the European sensation, SmoothAway: Removes Hair Instantly & Pain Free was at my Walgreen's!
Basically, it's very, very fine grit sand paper that you use to remove unwanted hair while exfoliating your legs!!!

Some facts (ripped straight from the website!):
-The Fastest Selling, Most Popular Women's Product In Europe
-Exfoliates As You Use It
-Works Wonders On Sensitive Areas
-Easy, Safe, & Painless Hair Removal
-Not recommended for head hair or a man's face. (Though, apparently a woman's face is fair game.)

I was so excited about my find that I decided to stay up late and try it.
Turns out, IT WORKS! And, there really was NO PAIN, NO CHEMICALS and NO RAZOR BURN!

Check out my results (click on an image to enlarge)!


Tuesday, December 30, 2008

The Single Life

[Visiting McClain at work.]
Mc: See that girl over there? I'm gonna ask her out.
Erin: Really? She's super cute!
Mc: Yeah, she's cute and nice and smart.
Erin: Go for it!
[Later that night.]
Mc: She said yes!
Erin: Cool!! When are you going out?
Mc: I dunno.
Erin: Where are you going?
Mc: Dunno.
Erin: What's her name?
Mc: Dunno.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Book Review

Havah: The Story of Eve by Tosca Lee
Synopsis: Eden, beginning of time. Adam and Eve (Ish and Isha) are created and live in the garden of Eden. You know the drill. The story covers the 600 years of their lives after The Fall.
Readability: Hard to get into at first because the scenes in Eden are just a little...smarmy. But, how else can perfect oneness with God be described? I think the smarm was unavoidable. Very easy to read otherwise, though I found myself imagining what a burden it must have been for Lee to write this story. It's not a happy one.
Predictability: Like I said, the story line really doesn't hold any surprises, but Lee approached the story from a vantage that I have never imagined. It gave new life to an old story that I know by heart. And it made both Adam and Eve very real and human to me.
Couldn't Put it Down Factor: It took me a long time to read this one. Mostly because it was SO sad. The fall of man is no light reading. Ask my friends and family, though, I haven't been able to stop talking about this one.
Recommend it?: Absolutely. Absolutely. Even if you don't believe in Adam or Eve or Eden. Or God. Five out of five on this one. I KNOW, right?

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas to you all, my blogfriends. You mean so very much to me. As we give eachother gifts this weekend, let's please remember the REASON we give gifts at all: to celebrate Christ's birth by which we have been given a new lease on life and the guarantee of eternal life.

Monday, December 22, 2008

Choosing to stand firm.

Lately, I've been feeling very much like God doesn't care about me or my life. I railed against him. I accused him of not even participating in our lives. I knew this was wrong, but I was on the verge of despairing.
This weekend Porter recommended that if we don't have faith, perhaps we should ASK for it. He said, "Persuade your heart to trust in God. Remember that God is with us." So, that's what I did. I asked God to restore my faith, not necessarily believing that he would, but knowing that I wanted my faith and trust in God's sovereignty and love back.
Last night I got a text message from a friend telling me that her friend had discovered that she was pregnant and was planning to have an abortion. I committed to praying for her friend and the life of that little baby, which I did. Earnestly.
A couple of hours later I got another message telling me that her friend had decided to keep the baby.
I wept for joy. Literally. I laid in bed and wept. I thanked God for that little baby's life being spared, and I thanked him for reminding me that he cares about us.
Am I seeing God's hand in my life today? I don't know. Am I content and confident in God's love for me? Yes.

"If you do not stand firm in your faith you will not stand at all."
-Isaiah 7:9

Friday, December 19, 2008

Sam's Club Trip

Me: Oh! I have to get more Tobasco while we're here. We've been out for almost two weeks!
Sasha: Gross. What do you eat Tobasco on?
Me: Um, everything. [quizzical look]
Sasha: [sigh...] You are your father's daughter.

Thursday, December 18, 2008


Yesterday Lauren and I went out to the Farm to visit the grandma's and have a little pre-Christmas visit. I chatted with Grandma Shirley and SJ while Lauren helped Gram write some Christmas cards.
First Gram needed to find her purse, then her checkbook then she couldn't make her fingers find the envelopes she wanted in the purse. Then she couldn't remember what she wanted to say in the card.
She said to Lauren, "Oh, this wouldn't be so hard if I wasn't in my right mind."


Wednesday, December 17, 2008

If I had only known then what I know now...

...I would probably have had a boyfriend (who wasn't a dolt) in high school.

Tonight at the mall, I saw the cutest thing. This adorable teen-ish boy walked past me and SJ and waved sheepishly (but with fake bravado and confidence) at a trio of girls walking in the opposite direction.
Do you know what they did?
They giggled LOUDLY and didn't greet him. I figure he is "going" with one of them or will be soon.
Pretty sweet. Warmed this old woman's heart.

Thoughts at large about writing Christmas cards:

-If your last name starts with W, X, Y or Z, your envelope will be written sloppily.
-If your last name starts with A-P, your envelope will probably be fairly neat.
-A boppy is not an ideal lap desk, but it will work in a pinch.
-It is absolutely impossible to get the perfect Christmas photo of your infant.
-You will inevitably run out of stamps or return-address labels, but probably not both.
-Do what you can to save money on the actual card, because the stamp will cost nearly ten times as much as the card itself, no matter what kind of coupons Walgreens, Shutterfly or Snapfish sends you.
-You will lay awake at night thinking of more people you should've included. Take a notepad to bed.
-My Christmas cards this year are written on yellow post-it notes and will come bearing a scribbled XOXOX and a post card stamp.

Merry Christmas from the Desvousges Family!

Monday, December 08, 2008

My View of Hell

This weekend, I was reminded that when Christ died (before he rose again), he spent three days in hell. (I didn't really forget, I guess I just hadn't thought about it in a while.)
My view of hell is not necessarily one of fire and brimstone, but of total separation from God. It is a desolate and joyless place, with no hope, no second chances and none of the love that we so readily take for granted. Here, on Earth, we have the opportunity to be near God, even if we don't embrace him as our savior. We easily forget that he is always near, and in hell, he will not be in the wind, a song or in our neighbor's hearts.
Christ went from perfect and constant communion with God to partial communion with God when he was born as a human to absolute separation from God in the span of 30-odd short years.
When Jesus was 9 months old, he was learning to crawl, blowing raspberries, pulling off his socks, testing out his new teeth, doing face-plants on the kitchen floor and "helping" his mama with laundry.
Thirty years later, he hung on the cross.
These are the things Mary thought about. She felt his kicks in her womb, and then watched him die for her own sins.
I'm just saying.

Today I am thinking about 2 Peter, Chapter 2.

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Man vs. Wild

[The Scene: Richard turns on Man vs. Wild.]
Erin: Do you want me to leave?
Richard: Do you want me to leave?
E: I hate this guy.
R: I like him. He's the only Brit I've ever liked.
E: You're just saying that so I'll let you watch it.
[Cut to Bear Grylls somersaulting out of a helicopter on to the mountaintop a whopping EIGHT INCHES BELOW.]

Friday, December 05, 2008

Christmas Ham

A bunch of pigs ran around I-94 yesterday.
Imagine it.
You're all snuggled in with your mate on your way to the slaughter house when all of a sudden you're rolling around in the frigid cold on the highway.
Just when you get your legs underneath you and realize you are finally free, you get !SMACKED! by an on-coming car.

Thursday, December 04, 2008

Son of a . . . !!!!!

Can you see the problem here? Look close.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Maybe Obama has the right idea...

Dear Blue Cross Blue Shield of Illinois,
Let me get this straight.
You would rather pay to care for a child who contracts whooping cough or polio than pay for her vaccines through the end of 2008? I understand the odds are slim, but this is a child, not a number.
You'll get your $458 from me when I have it.
Perhaps I'll pay you after the first of the year when Shirley goes in to have her next round--instead of next week like she was previously scheduled.
Merry Christmas,

i can has cheezburger?

Leave me alone. I am in my happy place.

Monday, December 01, 2008


You know what's cool?
When you wake your husband up at 2am, ask him to pray, and he knows EXACTLY what to pray for without being told.
Then both rolling over and going to sleep.
That's pretty cool.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

A Week of Thanks: Saturday

Can you guess what I'm thankful for today?

Friday, November 28, 2008

A Week of Thanks: Friday

Today I am thankful for mirth and friends.
I literally feel hungover from all the laughter last night at Jeffrey and Kelli's house.
We had such a wonderful time.
Thank you, sweet (family)friends of mine.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

A Week of Thanks: Thursday

Today I am thankful for new traditions and a successful meal!
I made my very first Thanksgiving meal today, and everything turned out wonderful, and better yet, I got the timing right! Everything went on the table at about the same time, and was all still HOT when we sat down!
Thank you, God for my little family and for twice-baked sweet potatoes.

I love you, Lord.
Your mercies (and blessings) are new every morning.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

A Week of Thanks: Wednesday

Today I am thankful that "There is no one like our God."

A Week of Thanks: Tuesday

On Tuesday, I was thankful for answered prayer.
Here's the story:
I lost my daily planner.
I looked everywhere for a week. I called places I had visited. I retraced my footsteps, but it was just GONE.
Talk about the worst feeling ever. I was so afraid I was going to stand someone up!
I couldn't believe how busy I am as a Mommy. It seems like I wouldn't feel so lost about not having a planner since I didn't have one before I became a SAHM.
I shopped and shopped for the perfect replacement. But I didn't want to spend too much money, blah, blah, blah.
In short, I freaked.
Finally, I asked God to please just help me find a replacement.
Do you know what happened?
I found the PERFECT planner in the dollar section at Target.
I couldn't be happier--that success has carried me for two full days now. I guess it's the little things. : )

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

A Week of Thanks: Monday

Today I am thankful for Jenna.
We have been through a LOT together. A lot.
Jenna cried with me when I was broken-hearted, stood up for me when I was mis-treated, lied to me when I looked like a fool on the dance floor, celebrated my pregnancy and beautiful daughter, listened endlessly to my woes (all of which don't seem to have changed all that much over the last six years we've been friends), respected me in our differences, fought with me when I deserved to be kicked in the pants but wouldn't admit it, encouraged me when I needed it and helped me pick out the perfect wedding dress.*
Tonight, we celebrated my birthday by overindulging with me on pedicures and cheeseburgers. Does it get better than that?
There is something so comforting in having a friend that is so much like a sister, yet so different.

Sweet friend, I am so glad you are back, and I'm so glad to have you, period.

*Obviously, these are in no particular order.

A Week of Thanks: Sunday

On Sunday I was thankful for Elmo.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Above Water

How does this happen?
Every single day?

Sometimes I think, "Why bother picking up? It's just gonna look this way in two hours again anyway."
But I don't want to end up on Dr. Phil.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Hold me closer, Tony Danza...

I learned something important at church this weekend.
The lyric goes:
"God's beating heart - live through us."
"God's bleeding heart - live through us."

All this time, I've been singing it wrong.

Happy Birthday from Beyonce!

I'm pretty sure Beyonce did this for me because she knew that today I would reach my "scary age," and this was the only way she could think of to cheer me up.
Thanks, B.

Yes, that's Justin Timberlake.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

A Thanksgiving Peacock?!?

My first paper-piecing project. I am in love with paper-piecing.

Saturday, November 15, 2008


angie said...
fireplaces. HOT FACE, COLD BUTT. hot chocolate. SUGAR. hot chocolate with marshmallows. STOMACH ACHE. stew. christmas. I'LL GIVE YOU THOSE TWO. ice skating. PAIN! sledding. MORE PAIN AND UPHILL WALKING! excuse to be late to work. I DON'T KNOW IF YOU NOTICED, BUT I NEVER NEEDED AN EXCUSE. snowflakes. THEY'RE ALL DIFFERENT--LIKE US. snowmen. MELT AND TURN GRAY. scarves. YOU CAN HAVE SCARVES, TOO. sweaters. AND SWEATERS. booties. ANGIE, DO YOU WEAR BOOTIES? WHAT IS A BOOTIE? DO TELL. ; ) extra blankets.... TO BE FAIR, THIS IS ONE OF THE ONLY TIMES A YEAR THAT I GET TO SEE ALL MY QUILTS... to name a few. huh. i didn't even realize i was a winter-lover! COME ON OVER. I CAN FIX THAT. POUTING CHANGES MINDS, RIGHT?

kristi noser said...
When you look out the window in the morning and the sky is a Royal Blue and the snow is sparkling like a million diamonds. I SUPPOSE. Then you go outside and the air is so cold that your nosehairs freeze when you inhale. FUN. Then you run back inside where Poppers has a roaring fire going in the woodstove and you stand by it and toast yourself. HOT FACE, COLD BUTT. You should come over. NOW THAT'S TRUE.

kristi noser said...
Oh and when it snows a BUNCH and there is a snow day and Eli and I both get to stay home--that rocks! I GUESS...

carrie said...
sweaters - they hide a lot. TRUE ENOUGH, I SUPPOSE. Christmas. THREE WORDS: LITTLE. DRUMMER. BOY. feeling toasty in my blankey. YOU MAY NOT KNOW THIS ABOUT ME, BUT I SLEEP WITH A BLANKEY ALL YEAR ROUND. hot chocolate. STOMACH ACHE. watching Polly play in the snow. WET DOG SMELL.

-V- said...
Trips to Florida or somewhere else sunny... :-) OR JUST THE TANNING BED.

Coffeegirl said...
V, I'm with you. I love when you get off the plane and you feel that warm, humid air. Then, the sunshine reaches your skin and you think...why do I live in MN? MY HUSBAND LIVES HERE. THAT'S THE ONLY REASON, SOME DAYS. I do love when the snow covers the trees. FOR A DAY OR TWO, BEFORE EVERYTHING TURNS GRAY AND BROWN AGAIN... And Christmas vacation. YES, TRUE. That's about it. ME, TOO.

Melissa said...
Yeah, why do you live in MN/WI? SEE ABOVE. I have SAD (seasonal affective disorder) and I find it much easier to cope with the lack of daylight hours if it's still 65 degrees and sunny out here in CA! I THINK MELISSA IS ON TO SOMETHING HERE... However, it's really fun to watch your kid play in the snow :) MAYBE I'LL JUST TRY TOSSING SJ OUT THERE AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS. MAYBE then I WOULD FINALLY ENJOY WINTER.

Katie R. said...
Snowmobiling, KATIE, I WOULD SOONER DIE (NO OFFENSE.). a white Christmas, NOW, THAT'S SOMETHING THAT does MAKE ME FEEL GOOD. hoar frost, TEE HEE. the blue sky and sparkly snow that Kristi said, SEE ABOVE. sweaters for the same reason Carrie said, SEE ABOVE. all of this is just wonderful until Dec.26th and then I'm ready for spring. ME TOO.

Cara said...

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Death by Adverts

I'd like to point out to allllll you people who just couldn't want for the political ads to be done that now we have to watch Christmas ads.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008


Well, it appears that winter has arrived.
I know there are people out there who LOOOOOOVE this season.
To you winter lovers: WHY? Please tell me why you love winter.
Looking into my bleak, barren and frigid future makes me want to hide under the covers until April when the sun comes out again.
Please, my friends--what do you like about winter?

Friday, November 07, 2008

Chuck Norris has already been to Mars; that's why there are no signs of life there.

Erin: What are you watching?
Rich: Chuck Norris.
Erin: I know, but which movie?
Rich: Does it matter?

Thursday, November 06, 2008

Going Offline

We are at the Grandma Spa.
I'm tired.
Being solely responsible for a life is hard.
I know I only have one child.
I know I shouldn't complain.
Which is why I'm NOT complaining. I'm going to the spa.
I'll be back when I damn well feel like it.


Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Shirley wants YOU...

to VOTE!

Yes, I took my baby to the polls dressed like this. That is my right as an American: to dress up my child in crazy patriotic getups and parade her around the gymnasium of a Lutheran church to see all the elderly ballot counters.

God Bless America.

Sunday, November 02, 2008

Wedding Weekend

Congratulations, Mr. & Mrs. Jon Moritz! This weekend, Richard and I had the honor of being in the wedding party for our friends, Jon and Carrie Moritz. Here are some pictures from our weekend.
Gettin' my hair did!

Shirley Jean thinks Jared is the funniest person EVER.Seems like just yesterday...
Auntie Noonie and Shirley Girl.
Someday we will have a nice family photo. Right?
The Gang.
My girl. We were apart for almost the whole day. It was really, REALLY hard for me. It made me so thankful that I get to be a stay-at-home-mom. I don't know how working mommies do it.
The bridesmaids. It's funny how fast you can become close with girls you hardly knew at the beginning of the morning. I mean, when you've helped somebody get into their undergarments and shared everything from deodorant to lipstick, there really are no more secrets.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Conversations About Breasts.

I got to spend my morning with the unbellievably sweet Felton children.
We had breakfast at McDonald's (because I am very cool), and then headed back to my house to let SJ take her nap.
When we settled down in the living room to watch Return of the Jedi, I needed to nurse Shirley. Though I was modest, the kiddos were ENTHRALLED.
Anna: What is she drinking?
Erin: She's drinking milk.
Timothy: Where does she drink from?
Erin: My breast.
Timothy: I don't get it. [Complete loss of interest to Jabba the Hut--ironic, yes?]
Anna to Timothy: I think that when we are grown-ups and we drink milk, it goes in here [pointing to chest].
Anna to Erin: Right?
Erin: Well, sort of. My body uses the food that I eat to make milk for Shirley Jean.
Anna: Why?
Erin: Because that's how God created us to take care of our babies.
Anna: I used to suck on my mom's breast.
Erin: Yep--we all did.
Anna: Did they have to cut Shirley out of your tummy?
Erin: Anna, can you go into the kitchen and get me my coffee off the counter, then can you go into Shirley's room and get me her pacifier, and then can you put your socks back on?
Anna: Sure!
Erin: [Relieved.]

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

"You are well."

Get out your tissues. I can't even watch it a second time.

What a testament to Christ's love and the joy of the Holy Spirit that this family can know that their son is well and with the Lord now. Not to mention the way they cherished every day they had with him.
God, give me this kind of joy.

Monday, October 27, 2008

I got this email from my Aunt this afternoon:

Okay, I'm not laughing. Maybe just smiling knowingly. I was sick from Friday night until now, sorry not 24 hours. Jeff is of course MUCH sicker than I am. Miranda is also sick. Great times are being had by all. Was actually happy to have an appointment this afternoon. Got me showered, dressed, and away from the sick people.
Hang in, this too shall pass.
Wait, I didn't mean that.

I'm pretty sure Aunt Kris' email is the only thing that has made me laugh today.
We's sick.
It's 6:10pm and the only person who got dressed is SJ--but that's only because she pooped all over her pajamas.
The three of us are going to have a family banana tonight before bed. And I might feel up to having my own bowl of rice cereal.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

When you wish upon a star...

As you know, Kitty is not allowed to go outside for two weeks.
He has already escaped twice, but we're doing the best we can.
When Pedro is outside, it's almost more than Kitty can bear. He sits by the door and cries and cries. Then he moves to the front door and cries. Then he moves to the window and bats at the window like he might be able to open it.
Just now, he was sitting at the door, staring at it when it burst open from a gust of wind.
I guess if you wish hard enough, dreams really do come true.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Dear Conscience,

I can eat anything I want.
Even the rest of the macaroni and cheese.
At 2am.
I can, too, finish off the pan if I want to.
My bridesmaid's dress will, too, fit in two weeks.
Leave me alone.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Wanna see something gross?

Seriously, it's really gross.
Apparently, I was wrong. Kitty didn't declaw himself. He appears to have gotten in a fight with another cat and suffered a bite, causing an infection and then an abcess...which At about 4:00pm.
Mandi was here to babysit Shirley Jean because both Richard and I have class on Tuesday nights.
Richard said, "I have to go to class tonight. I can't take him to the vet."
Mandi said, "I can take him. We'll be fine."
I said, "No! You'll have the baby, too!"
Mandi said, "No, it's ok! I can take both." (Isn't she stinking amazing???)
I said, "Maybe I should just stay home tonight and take him to the vet."
At that moment, the front door opened. We had all forgotten that Lauren was coming over!
Lauren stayed with SJ, Mandi took Kitty to the vet, and Rich and I both left for class after praying together that the Kitty would be ok.
I won't lie, I felt a little out of sorts.
SO...the fantabulous Dr. Blair shaved Kitty's paw, cleaned it up, doped him up (he's feeling GOOOOOOOD--I just chased him off of the refridgerator!), and sent Mandi home with antibiotics and strict orders that Kitty is not to go outside for the next two weeks. He also recommended that if he's going to fight perhaps he should become an indoor kitty.
I think he might have a good idea and we'll use the winter to phase him out of his outside habit.
It looks like everything will be ok, but I still have to look at the cat's nasty paw until his fur grows back.
Ish (this is seriously gross--don't look if you're squeamish):
Click on a photo to enlarge.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Emotional Roller Coaster

Last night Rich said to Shirley Jean, "Well, are you going to laugh or cry?"

Sometimes a girl just doesn't know.

I just love Ellen. I can't help myself.

This is a little long, but well worth the three and a half minutes of your time.

Friday, October 17, 2008

War Wound

My cat seems to have de-clawed himself.
I'm not sure what he did last night, but this morning, he came in limping with a very swollen paw. He must have gotten his claw stuck in something and torn it out completely. There is a gaping hole where his middle claw used to be, and it isn't bleeding.
I feel so sorry for him that I can't even make him get off of the baby's snow suit. He's been pathetically limping around all day.
I'm sure he will be just fine, but I have to ask you, readers--why do these things always happen on a Friday?
Has anyone had any experience with something like this? Surely he is not the first cat to ever have done this. Let me know if you know of anything I could do. Kitty was my first baby--an engagement gift from Richard. I love him. (Both hims!)

Thursday, October 16, 2008

In the Yearbook of our dear sweet Lord.

I think we would have fallen in love.

PLEASE go yearbookyourself right now.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Oh, I am undone.

What kind of bird is this?

I fear that this TURKEY is the peacock I've been tracking for over two years.
I am SO sad.

Am I right? Is this indeed a turkey? Maybe it's not! Maybe it's really a peacock?

Monday, October 13, 2008

Down the Tubes

Warning: This post contains poop. A lot of it. It is also rated PG-13 for edited cussing.

I haven't blogged about this yet, because, quite frankly, I didn't find it amusing. At all.
In fact, it's still not all that amusing, but it IS resolved, so now I'll tell you about it. I guess.
On Monday night/Tuesday morning, at 2am, our plumbing STOPPED. Just stopped working. The basement flooded and nothing would drain. There were carrot peels, onion paper and hamburger grease floating in the sink in the basement. Bad, bad, badbadbad, right? So bad, in fact, that for a very tense hour or so, we didn't know if the toilet was draining into the basement sink or out different pipes. Thankfully, we determined that the toilet uses the BLACK pipe, which was not draining into the basement--on Monday, anyway.
On Tuesday during the day, things seemed pretty normal, but slow. The shower drained slowly, as did the kitchen sink and basement basin. I even did a load of laundry and ran the dishwasher.
The plan was that Jared (who was a plumber for a year) would come over and try to help...but then Jared had a baby. Sigh. I mean, not that I hold little Jazlyn responsible or anything...
So...we lived with the slow plumbing until Thursday night. We took four-minute showers, ate out or let the dishes pile up and did not do any laundry.
(Sidebar--any idea how fun it is to get in the shower, turn on the water enough to get wet, turn off the water, soap up, turn the water back on and rinse off? Yeah, not fun at all. AT. ALL.)
On Thursday night at 1am when the toilet overflowed and Rich and I were standing in POOPWATER, I finally said, "We can't live this way anymore! We have to call a plumber, even if we have to put it on the credit card. This is turning into an emergency!" I very seriously considered coming to one of your houses at 1am with my baby and crying myself to sleep on your couch. I tried to figure out whose house I could get into without waking anyone up. Kristi was in the lead, followed closely by my in-laws. we all know, Kristi doesn't lock her doors.
I digress.
So...Friday morning, Rich called Roto-Rooter. They said they'd be out to our house between 12 and 2pm that day to do an estimate. At 11am, Rich and I went downstairs to move stuff around to let the plumber do his job, and discovered another joint in the BLACK pipes that we didn't know existed. Richard said, "Let's see if I can snake it myself before he gets here!"
Less than 15 minutes later, we were once again standing in poopwater. That's TWICE in under twelve hours that I stood in poopwater, for those of you keeping track.
From there, we quickly determined that we couldn't do anything and had to just wait in the poopwatery basement for the plumber. That's when SJ and I left to go to Lakeville (so f***youverymuch, Anonymous for saying I did my part to help ruin America. How much worse could it possibly get when MY OWN BASEMENT is filled with POOPWATER!?!? A word of advice? Never judge a woman before standing in her POOPWATER shoes!).
Here's the thing. Richard and I don't have any money. Any. We were SO worried about this. We didn't know how we would afford to solve a huge plumbing problem, and that's certainly what this looked like it was shaping up to be. We prayed every night that God would either just make the problem go away, or make it affordable for us.
The plumber arrived at about 12:30pm and left at 5pm. He used an electric auger/snake and snaked our main drains all the way to the street (over 100 feet). He worked incredibly hard for over four hours AND CLEANED UP AFTER HIMSELF. Guess how much it cost. Just guess.
And he sold Richard the parts he needed to repair the pipes out of the back of his truck FOR CASH.
God is SO good. He answered our prayer to the letter. That $283 is an expense for which we didn't plan, but it is SO much more doable than what we were expecting.
And now?
Now I take 20 minute showers and flush the toilet without fear.
Also, my whole house is disinfected because of the poopwater clean-up. I guess there's a silver lining in every poopwater rain cloud.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Guess what we did today...

Senator McCain spoke in Lakeville, Minnesota today, so SJ and I picked Lauren up from work and we headed south! It was fun to go see the people supporting and opposing the Republican ticket. AND we SAW McCain! He waved and smiled at me and SJ (I'm not kidding!) as they drove by in his motorcade! It was VEERRRRRRYYYYYY exciting!

Lakeville South High School, where Senator McCain hosted a town meeting.
Checking out the (very, very nice) protesters.
Baby loves politickin'.
The big Mc was in the third Tahoe back.