While Google's Blogger has served us well over the past year or so, we decided that the time had come to switch to Wordpress. So Google, with all due respect (because after all, we do use you for our email, documents, maps, RSS, finances, weather, and calendar needs), we feel that Wordpress would serve our blogging needs a little bit better. Hope there are no hard feelings. :)
Our new blog can be found here. Update your bookmarks and RSS feeds!
Tuesday, October 21
Tuesday, October 7
Jesus is my friend?
While I do believe that Jesus is my friend, I have to poke fun at this video.
The people in this video are absolutely serious. And I have never seen better punctuation out of a lead singer.
If you want to see more like this, visit this post.
The people in this video are absolutely serious. And I have never seen better punctuation out of a lead singer.
If you want to see more like this, visit this post.
Saturday, September 27
Moving on
Today, Drew and I are moving out of our very first apartment. It's very bittersweet. We've grown out of our lovely little place and are aching for more space (think a REAL desk) and the cost of living in Annapolis...well, that's just a whole other story. We have noisy neighbors, no room for a kitchen table and a laundry machine that only fits 3 pairs of jeans. It's time to move on.
It wasn't all cramped and bad, though. This place was where our life together began, where we spent our wedding night, where we learned how to be best friends, where we celebrated our first anniversary. This apartment has seen the creation of uncountable inside jokes, belly laughs, good night kisses and stay-at-home movie nights. This is where I lived while I worked my first real world job, then quit it to pursue a dream. This is where Drew and I learned how to become one: one unit, one love, one family.
We are not just moving; we are moving on. We're in our second year of marriage (year one seriously flew by) and picking up speed. Good grief, I love that man.
In honor of moving on, I thought I'd share a little of where we came from.
Growing up, our families camped together. This was the era when boys were of no interest to me...and vice versa. I'm around 8 or 9 and Drew is 10 or 11. (Don't hate on how ridiculous we look.)
We started dating officially in 2005. Here we are at Tom and Renata's wedding, about a month into dating.
Getting engaged the week of Thanksgiving 2006. Drew proposed at the piano. This isn't actually a picture of the proposal...it was taken a couple of days earlier (we sat at the piano a lot), but it will give you the idea :) As crazy as this sounds for a photographer, Drew and I only took one picture the night we got engaged and I don't have a digital copy of it.
August 10, 2007. That was a good day. :)
The last picture is of Drew the day we moved our stuff into the apartment. The first meal we ever ate here together was Wendy's and, ironically (and not on purpose), so was the last.
Here's to celebrating the past and moving forward! Cheers!
It wasn't all cramped and bad, though. This place was where our life together began, where we spent our wedding night, where we learned how to be best friends, where we celebrated our first anniversary. This apartment has seen the creation of uncountable inside jokes, belly laughs, good night kisses and stay-at-home movie nights. This is where I lived while I worked my first real world job, then quit it to pursue a dream. This is where Drew and I learned how to become one: one unit, one love, one family.
We are not just moving; we are moving on. We're in our second year of marriage (year one seriously flew by) and picking up speed. Good grief, I love that man.
In honor of moving on, I thought I'd share a little of where we came from.
Growing up, our families camped together. This was the era when boys were of no interest to me...and vice versa. I'm around 8 or 9 and Drew is 10 or 11. (Don't hate on how ridiculous we look.)
We started dating officially in 2005. Here we are at Tom and Renata's wedding, about a month into dating.
Getting engaged the week of Thanksgiving 2006. Drew proposed at the piano. This isn't actually a picture of the proposal...it was taken a couple of days earlier (we sat at the piano a lot), but it will give you the idea :) As crazy as this sounds for a photographer, Drew and I only took one picture the night we got engaged and I don't have a digital copy of it.
August 10, 2007. That was a good day. :)
The last picture is of Drew the day we moved our stuff into the apartment. The first meal we ever ate here together was Wendy's and, ironically (and not on purpose), so was the last.
Here's to celebrating the past and moving forward! Cheers!
Thursday, September 25
The first 100
Yes, this marks our 100th post on this blog! According to my math, this means we've posted once every 4.11 days since getting married/merging blogs. We have some friends who blog more often than that, but I think this is a respectable average for us!
Blogging is such a funny thing. People do it for so many different reasons. There are politics blogs, gardening blogs, photo blogs, travel blogs, cooking blogs, pastor blogs. Many of them contain information that's of tangible use to society. This blog probably doesn't fit in that category. :)
I suppose our blog is sort of like that movie "The Truman Show" where we just share our lives with the general public, and people can "tune in" as they choose. I guess one difference would be that we're actually aware that our lives are being documented. And it's not documented 24/7. And we're not (I think) living in a gigantic reality simulation studio.
So in other words, it's actually nothing like "The Truman Show", and this is a terrible analogy!
In any case, this is our life. Sometimes when I get ready to post something, I think, does anybody really care about this? But the point is not to keep you people entertained. (No offense - please still like us!) This is our attempt to archive our lives, all the significant and even insignificant things. Even now, I enjoy looking back over our posts from like a year ago, recalling all the nuances of life at that moment, and seeing how life has changed since then. I hope one day we can show this blog to our kids. (You know, so they can have proof that we had nothing approaching a real life before they came along.)
So here's to the first 100, and hopefully hundreds more to come. Thanks for reading!
Blogging is such a funny thing. People do it for so many different reasons. There are politics blogs, gardening blogs, photo blogs, travel blogs, cooking blogs, pastor blogs. Many of them contain information that's of tangible use to society. This blog probably doesn't fit in that category. :)
I suppose our blog is sort of like that movie "The Truman Show" where we just share our lives with the general public, and people can "tune in" as they choose. I guess one difference would be that we're actually aware that our lives are being documented. And it's not documented 24/7. And we're not (I think) living in a gigantic reality simulation studio.
So in other words, it's actually nothing like "The Truman Show", and this is a terrible analogy!
In any case, this is our life. Sometimes when I get ready to post something, I think, does anybody really care about this? But the point is not to keep you people entertained. (No offense - please still like us!) This is our attempt to archive our lives, all the significant and even insignificant things. Even now, I enjoy looking back over our posts from like a year ago, recalling all the nuances of life at that moment, and seeing how life has changed since then. I hope one day we can show this blog to our kids. (You know, so they can have proof that we had nothing approaching a real life before they came along.)
So here's to the first 100, and hopefully hundreds more to come. Thanks for reading!
Wednesday, September 24
Why Drea is weirder than me
If you think that I'm weirder than Drea, well, you're probably right. I'm pretty weird. But perhaps providing a list of the books Drea and I are currently reading will bring newfound insight into our respective weirdness levels.
What I'm reading:
1) "I'm a Stranger Here Myself" - Bill Bryson. Yet another indication of my growing appreciation for Bryson's wit.
2) "A Generous Orthodoxy" - Brian McLaren. His controversy-spurring confession of faith. Don't agree with all he says, but fascinated by his innovative take on Christianity. (I might post on this book later.)
3) "I Am America (And So Can You!)" - Stephen Colbert. HILARIOUS, and a total guilty pleasure. I'm OK with it.
So my list is pretty normal right? OK, here's what Drea is reading (the first two are pretty normal; the last one will knock your socks off):
1) "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael" - Elizabeth Elliot. Sounds like a fascinating biography. Classic Drea book.
2) "Feminine Appeal" - Carolyn Mahaney. Evidently, a highly beneficial look into Godly womanhood. She's actually done reading it, but I threw it in to help you absorb the shock of the next title...
3) "Death in Yellowstone: Accidents and Foolhardiness in the First National Park" - Lee H. Whittlesey. Red flags going up? I THINK SO. Ever since our vacation about a month ago, Drea has developed a morbid fascination with people dying in national parks. After this book, she wants to read a similar one about happy tourists plummeting to their untimely deaths at the Grand Canyon.
People, should I be worried here? Has my wife gone off the deep end? Should I exercise more care than usual the next time Drea and I are near a precipitous ledge of some kind?
For good measure, I should mention that we both were fascinated by the Wikipedia article about unusual deaths. So I guess we're both weirdos in our own regard. :)
What I'm reading:
1) "I'm a Stranger Here Myself" - Bill Bryson. Yet another indication of my growing appreciation for Bryson's wit.
2) "A Generous Orthodoxy" - Brian McLaren. His controversy-spurring confession of faith. Don't agree with all he says, but fascinated by his innovative take on Christianity. (I might post on this book later.)
3) "I Am America (And So Can You!)" - Stephen Colbert. HILARIOUS, and a total guilty pleasure. I'm OK with it.
So my list is pretty normal right? OK, here's what Drea is reading (the first two are pretty normal; the last one will knock your socks off):
1) "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael" - Elizabeth Elliot. Sounds like a fascinating biography. Classic Drea book.
2) "Feminine Appeal" - Carolyn Mahaney. Evidently, a highly beneficial look into Godly womanhood. She's actually done reading it, but I threw it in to help you absorb the shock of the next title...
3) "Death in Yellowstone: Accidents and Foolhardiness in the First National Park" - Lee H. Whittlesey. Red flags going up? I THINK SO. Ever since our vacation about a month ago, Drea has developed a morbid fascination with people dying in national parks. After this book, she wants to read a similar one about happy tourists plummeting to their untimely deaths at the Grand Canyon.
People, should I be worried here? Has my wife gone off the deep end? Should I exercise more care than usual the next time Drea and I are near a precipitous ledge of some kind?
For good measure, I should mention that we both were fascinated by the Wikipedia article about unusual deaths. So I guess we're both weirdos in our own regard. :)
Tuesday, September 23
Nashville and Amtrak: FAIL
So Drea and I are going with her parents to Nashville in a few weeks to celebrate her grandmother's 100th birthday. (And the woman is still in relatively good health. Holy crap, right?)
Anyway, since it's like an 11-hour drive from DC (hell, no), I've been trying to figure out the most time- and cost-effective way of getting there. Flying is way expensive, so I thought, hey, why not take Amtrak?
Until I learned that Nashville doesn't have an Amtrak station. That's right. Nashville, the Athens of the South, the Country Music Capital of the World, this mainstay city of our land, is obviously not important enough to be serviced by our nation's main rail transport provider.
This might not seem like such a big deal, but to put it in perspective, here are a few places that DO have Amtrak:
Winnemucca, Nevada
Bartlesville, Oklahoma
Yazoo City, Mississippi
Oshkosh, Wisconsin
What, you've never heard of any of these places? EXACTLY.
I'm going to try to convince Stephen Colbert to give a wag of the finger to both Nashville and Amtrak for this shameful debacle. Deterring rail travel is bad for traffic congestion, bad for the environment, and (infinitely more importantly) bad for me because we now have to fork over $300 a piece for airfare!
Anyway, since it's like an 11-hour drive from DC (hell, no), I've been trying to figure out the most time- and cost-effective way of getting there. Flying is way expensive, so I thought, hey, why not take Amtrak?
Until I learned that Nashville doesn't have an Amtrak station. That's right. Nashville, the Athens of the South, the Country Music Capital of the World, this mainstay city of our land, is obviously not important enough to be serviced by our nation's main rail transport provider.
This might not seem like such a big deal, but to put it in perspective, here are a few places that DO have Amtrak:
Winnemucca, Nevada
Bartlesville, Oklahoma
Yazoo City, Mississippi
Oshkosh, Wisconsin
What, you've never heard of any of these places? EXACTLY.
I'm going to try to convince Stephen Colbert to give a wag of the finger to both Nashville and Amtrak for this shameful debacle. Deterring rail travel is bad for traffic congestion, bad for the environment, and (infinitely more importantly) bad for me because we now have to fork over $300 a piece for airfare!
Monday, September 22
At a stoplight
Drew starts hitting his stomach to the beat. The car begins shaking.
Me: Drew, stop! You're shaking the car!
Drew: Really? I'm shaking the whole car?
Me: Yes.
Drew: Man, I'm powerful!
Me: Or fat.
Thursday, September 18
Happy birthday, Jack!
**As posted on the photoblog.
Last night at 9:01pm, Renata finally gave birth to sweet Jack! Drew and I went to the hospital with some of our friends to see Jack for the first time, just an hour after his birth.
Without further ado, here is Jack.
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