A Day Late
InstaFriday weekly recap happening on InstaSaturday.
I had a long day at work and was InstaExhausted.
Also, I didn’t want to waste my time on a post if the world was going to end and all.
We’re still here.
Matthew 24:34-36. It’s a good read.
OK, back to our life.
Way more interesting than the apocalypse.
Ashlyn had her own mini-apocalypse in the back seat on Monday.
I wouldn’t stop at Safeway to get her a DVD and Dora ice cream.
And for a second I thought maybe Camping was right.
It could very well be the end of the earth.
Just last Friday, not this Saturday.
We went to an auction for CityTeam Ministries on Friday night.
Dave runs the Oakland chapter of their homeless and recovery shelter.
Along with pastoring the church plant.
In case you haven’t picked up on this fact yet, he’s had 208 jobs since junior high.
Usually multiple jobs at the same time.
When I met him, he worked at a florist and was also scorekeeper at the local Little League field.
And he was 9.
The guy ALWAYS needs to be busy. And it’s one of my favorite things about him.
Kayla thinks she’s getting a Yorkie terrier after Kobi goes to dog heaven.
She compiled a alphabetical list of potential names in grid formation.
Dave says she can’t get one unless it’s a boy named Goliath.
That didn’t go over so well.
She wants a girl named Beatrice or Watercress.
Hope had Communion Sunday this week.
We ate after service.
And then Dave scared the kids.
I went to Target for paper towels and stumbled upon this fabulous pairing.
Because who doesn’t need a little cardio with their cake pops?
Sweet friends from First Baptist brought us dinner to celebrate our one month anniversary in our new house.
Which I totally forgot. SO Deb to remember. That is why I love her.
I love when fortunes preach. Romans 5:3-5 right there.
And this? This right here? My favorite Instagram picture OF. ALL. TIME.
The pictures from this post inspired a hair highlight and chop for my brother’s wedding in 2 weeks.
I love it.
Light. Free. Healthy. Dries in 3 minutes.
At my current unpacking rate, I anticipate seeing our garage floor sometime in 2014.
There are U2 tickets somewhere in those piles. For a concert on June 7th.
Why did God make unpacking so hard?
Are there unpacking companies I can hire?
I grabbed cabbage instead of iceberg like I do 50% of the time.
And Dave stopped on his way home to pick up iceberg like he does 50% of the time.
One time he brought home more cabbage. Hot produce mess over here.
Same time-ish. Same place. Next week. Maybe.