Sunday, March 26, 2006 - My news

My news 

Current mood:  cheerful

For those inclined to be interested, my most recent news.

NEW HOUSE

I have moved into a home with a really wonderful family and am so happy. I live with:

Pimp-daddy Andrew, a bad-a guitarists and all round hilarious guy with a sensitive side;

Kristie, his beautiful and fun wife who cooks like nobodies business and is great girlie company;

Their cute as a button son, Alex who is a wicked drummer and really great company;

And Twix the darn dog.

Now, I LOVE life at the Ketchums, and I really have fun and so greatly appreciate that they would open their home to me. But we are having definite issues with the dog. Twix you seem has separation anxiety. He is sweet and loving and pretty. But dang, if you leave him for a moment, he goes mental. He started ripping stuff up that was left out. So each time we left the house we would ensure the doors to all the rooms would be shut firm and that there was would nothing he could reach and destroy. But each time we would go out, he would either get into a room or find something to devour. So, Saturday night, we are all out at the Women's conference (Ill get to that) and Kristie gets a bad feeling. Before we left, we removed EVERYTHING from the living room, we left the back door open so twix can go 'potty' outside, and we shut and barricade every door. All is safe. Then, Andrew, Alex and I arrive home to find the most hideous scene. He got into the kitchen bin. There is the dregs of my raspberry latte all over the carpet (bright pink stains), poopy diapers eaten, shredded and ground into the carpet, food, paper. It is a state. And then, despite the door being left open, he went 'potty' inside. Twice. Oh my gosh were we mad. That dog was in tr-ouble!

Fun was had though cleaning up, Kristie and I giggled and she spilt detergent everywhere. Our evening was redeemed, if not a little marred.

STARBUCKS

I mentioned above a raspberry latte. I got it into my head that raspberry syrup would be great in a latte. So I ordered one. And I was right.

Raspberry latte's rick my face off.

WOMEN'S CONFERENCE

I was not there for much of it as my blood pressure plummeted and I rested at home a great deal. But what I was there for, I watched from the sofa in the directors suite and it was impressive. It was really really great. Saturday night inparticular was just amazing. I danced some and then sat and rested and my goodness it was off the hook. A whole other level. Rita Springer and Suzy make a great team and throw Molly into the mix and you have a winner! Suzy was incredible, like totally free crazy spontaneous Sprit fueled intimate high energy worship. It was intense.

At the conference, every woman was given a journal. There were maybe 600 journals made. I personally made 6 or 7. And of them, two of them were special to me. I made them at Molly's and was really blessed. As I decorated them, I got words and prayers for the recipient. And I just knew who they were going to. I prayed into them and had all these words for them. So, I am reclined in the suite on my sofa eating mini 3 musketeers, when Kristie bursts in all excited. She is grasping a journal that she is thrilled about. She says it is perfect for her, that she looked at the ones other people had and was like 'they're nice, they're fine, but they're not very special or meaningful to me' And then she got handed hers and it just speaks to her and encourages and blesses her. And it was one of those 2 that I had made. I didn't even know Kristie when I made it, and now I live with her and the chances of her getting one of the few I made was just crazy. GOD IS SO COOL.