Praise God for Work

Chris and I have every reason to praise God. After three months of unemployment, Chris is working again.

His new job title?

Architect.

His new office?

Less than two miles from our apartment.

His new salary?

Shame on you for even looking!

God has been so good to Chris and I. We lived for three months on one salary and emerged unscathed. We are now both working at jobs we enjoy and that challenge us to grow professionally. We have found a wonderful church family and friends in our new city. We are healthy, happy, and in love. Most importantly, we are humbled as we give all the glory to God, who has provided us with unimagined opportunities and blessings.

You Ate What?!?!?!?

Today I bathed Doug, our dog. He was very hyper after his bath. He was running around the house like a maniac. He threw his rope. He caught his rope. He chased after his rope. He ran circles around the couch. He ran back and forth between the rug and his bed. Then he stopped suddenly and made an ugly coughing noise. This is when I knew Doug's explosion of energy did not sit well with his recently filled stomach. I turned around expecting to see regurgitated dog food on the floor. I did not expect to see what looked like perfectly scrambled eggs. I looked at Doug inquisitively and asked, "When did you eat eggs, Doug." Then I realized that he did not regurgitate eggs. He regurgitated a fully intact, yellow condom. Yuck. Gross! Disgusting!!! Why did my dog eat a condom? How did my dog eat and regurgitate a condom? How many condoms has my dog eaten in the past? Double yuck!

You gross little dog Doug.