So clever!

Just saw Stranger than Fiction and LOVED it.

An excerpt from a "reasonably full account" of my life...

Shortly after my grandmother’s funeral, my parents decided to move to WI to 1.) give my brother and me an excellent education (at that time WI had the best public school systems in the US) and 2.) give my father an opportunity to live closer to his family. Though I will never forget my grandfather crying as he hugged us goodbye, my parents made a good decision in relocating us to the Midwest. I think it is important to note here how impressed I am with my parents’ marriage. Growing up, not once did I get the impression that one was in charge of decision-making over the other, and because of this, it developed in me a deep respect for egalitarianism. Despite attending a fairly conservative church in WI where submission to husbands as “spiritual leaders” was taught and expected, my parents lived something different. Both of them worked; my mom an elementary school teacher and my dad an auto mechanic. They took turns cooking for each other, doing household chores, and so on. And though they fought at times, every decision was still a team effort. I don’t remember any ultimatums being given. And though the economic difference between Colorado and Wisconsin was drastic and created a lot of financial stress, they managed to keep our little family afloat. And further, even with my father recently being laid off from a job he worked for 18 years, my mother continues to stand beside him, all the while insisting that he find a job he genuinely likes instead of rushing into the next available position. He stands beside her as she faces the unpredictability of multiple sclerosis. I’m thankful to be near them now during this phase of life—they teach me deep and lasting truths about marriage.

Some mild procrastination going on...

Well, well, well. It's 6:37 pm and have I begun my ACPE application? Absolutely not. But have I watched the final episodes of Alias? Yes. Thank you, Netflix. I've also managed to pack up a quarter of my apartment, polish the sermon I'm giving tomorrow with the help of my pastor, do a run to my new apartment in Wauwatosa (I'm renting Matt and Sarah's upper with Lindsay--the change will be good for me in so many ways, though I will miss the community I've found here), and other odd ends . . . . And now Ryan Adams is in the stereo. Love that harmonica. Absolutely delicious. Now I'll just make some tea and settle into giving a "reasonably full account of my life." Not daunting or time-intensive at all . . . .

Happy Easter

Jesus is risen; Kristy is drinking coffee!