Thursday, November 26, 2009

The Master Bath

Owning a home has been, to say the least, interesting. I've found it to be no unlike living in an apartment--I just don't move every year. Sometimes I have to remind myself that it's OK if everything isn't painted or decorated just the way I want it right away. I have no plans to leave (sadly) anytime soon. That being said, like apartment living, there are things about our house that I absolutly hate. There's certainly plenty that I love--our huge backyard, having a garage, the beautiful staircase and wide open floor plan. I love having a room just for my workout equipment and I love having my laundry room on the upper level. I love that we have four bathrooms (even though only three of our toilets work). I don't love my kitchen--it's too small. I don't love that half of our windows don't open. I don't love the patch of carpet in our living room, though I'm learning to appreciate it. I don't love that our stairs are too wide to accomodate any size baby gate. But most of all, I don't love our master bathroom.

For whatever reason, there's some odd trend in homebuilding to not have a door on the master bathroom. WHAT?!?! Yes, that's right, no door on the bathroom. Now, the toilet has it's own little room (which we're currently storing paint supplies in because it's the one non-working toilet). But the shower, tub and sinks (two!) are all in full view of the rest of the bedroom. Not a big deal, some say. If you can't shower with your spouse in the room then there's something wrong with the marriage, right? Sure. Fine. Well, what if your spouse works nights and you're a morning person? What if I get up at 3am and Nick is just getting to bed? What if I need to shower with the light on (bonus!) and use my blow dryer at 5am when he's just been to bed? What now? Well, I'll tell you--it means that I have to, in the dark, find all of my hygene items (face it girls, we have a lot of crap) and transfer them to one of the other bathrooms. I'm generally against this on principle--why have a master bath with two sinks if I can use my own? Yes, it's STUPID! Who does this? Who thought it would be a good idea to leave the door off of the bathroom?

We recently went to Home Depot to see just how hard it would be to install a door. Not surprisingly, the employee there told it us that it was probably the most common complaint he heard. I'm glad to know we're not alone.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009

For Now...

It’s no secret that I detest Phoenix. It’s hot. It’s brown. It’s dusty. I miss the snow. I miss fall. I miss just knowing that the weather will change. At 91 degrees today, the seventh of April, I turned on my air conditioner. True, winters here aren’t icy or frigid, but they’re not what I’ve grown to believe what a winter should be. It’s just not…cold. There is absolutely NO CHANCE for snow. I’ll never have a snow day living here. I’ll never get to wear my beautiful, winter white, heavy coat. There’s just no need.

Knowing all of this, we are about to finalize the purchase of a house in this desert city. Why? So many people ask me this. Why am I here? Why am I buying a house in a city I can’t stand? It’s really quite simple. When I discovered it long ago, I felt peace in my present-tense.
I am here because this is where God has led me. For now, this is home. For now, for an unknown amount of time (unknown by me, that is), I will stay here and thrive.

I am not running or hiding from a deep, dark past. There's nothing in my past to shame me. I am not far away from home--at least I hope not. I simpy haven't found a home that's permanent. Home travels with me.

I am in a good place with my wonderful husband, my precious children, my career, my church, my friends and soon, my dwelling. I know without an ounce of doubt that this is exactly where I am meant to be at this exact moment. I know because I’ve learned that God has a plan up his sleeve. He will let me know when I need to stay and when I need to move. While I rarely know what His plan is or where it will take me, it’s always exciting. My journey has taken me from east to west and back again twice over. Along the way, I’ve seen more than I ever thought I would (not many, I'm sure can boast of seeing the largest cross in this hemisphere!) and met some of the most amazing people I will ever hope to call my friends. I always have a story to tell and as anyone who knows me will tell you, stories are what I truly love.

I am here because there is more to life than weather and there’s more to the world than anything I’ve seen.

Sunday, March 08, 2009


Anything that’s on television that isn’t animated is dubbed hosible by Ivy, which is her way of referring to General Hospital. She’s figured out that real people on any show (except Jon and Cake, as she calls it) is something that she doesn’t want to watch. Generally, my time to watch whatever show I’ve decided worthwhile is in the morning while I’m getting ready for work. Usually, it’s before the girls are up, but this past Wednesday, as I was watching The Biggest Looser, Ivy woke up early. Iris and Nick were still asleep, so it was just the two of us, eating our breakfast on the yellow table (our coffee table, which is actually light brown). Ivy had finished her cook (a cereal bar) and had moved on to a cookie (graham cracker). Ivy doesn’t usually watch any television with rapt attention unless it’s Bado (The Incredibles) or Mucket (Wallace and Grommit and the Curse of the Were Rabbit). As I sat sipping my coffee watching Jillian beat someone into submission (in case you don’t watch, Jillian is one of the trainers), Ivy suddenly became engrossed. She watched as Jillian screamed and pushed and scowled.

“She’s a little bit scary.” Ivy told me.

I laughed. She certainly was.

“She’s…she’s not get my cookie. It’s for Ivy.”

I was able to reassure my daughter that no, Jillian was not going to take her cookie but still she kept telling me, “It’s for Ivy. It’s Ivy’s cookie”.

There are a few other movies that Ivy has deemed “too scary for you”—Harry Potter, Flushed Away, the THX man on any number of Pixar films. We will now add Looser to the list.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Leaning back on my board...

Since Iris was born, I have found myself often watching Jon and Kate Plus 8. What a fun show! I would tell myself that if she could do it with eight, I could certainly handle two. Today, I watched the episode when they went to Park City, UT. They we skiing, ice skating and Jon went snowboarding. I've never been skiing or snowboarding. The closest I've ever come was riding the ski lift in the summertime at the Snowbowl in Flagstaff. It sure looks easy, but I'm told it isn't--at least not right away. Jon was describing how great it felt to be back on the snowboard. He felt younger and more alive. He said "You just lean back on the board and it's wherever God wants to take you." Wow. What a neat thing to say. What a wonderful feeling to just be able to do that--lean back and go wherever God wants to take you.

It's no secret that I dispise living in Phoenix. It's just plain hot. And brown. Nevertheless, we're going through the process of buying a house here. We've found one we really like and hope to put an offer on it this week. It took Nick and me a long time to decide that this was what we were going to do. We asked all of the questions: "What if one of us gets a better job in another state? What if we have two more kids and the house isn't big enough? What if we're missing something and we can't afford it? Why the heck are we buying a house in Phoenix?" We can "what if" our way into or out of anything, asking questions we can't answer. We don't know what will happen. We're just going to lean back on our boards and go wherever God wants to take us.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Picking up the slack

Nick decided to give up coffee this year (we'll see how long it lasts), so I decided that I had to pick up the slack. I brewed my full 12 cup pot this morning and broke out the big mug--my Disneyland Minnie Mouse mug that holds 6 cups.

I got so many lovely coffee gifts for Christmas this year--I'm very excited. My brother Andrew gave me a Starbucks gift card (for those mornings when I'm running late--there's about 4 of them between home and work), my parents gave me two boxes of Gloria Jeans French Vanilla K-kups (WHOO HOO!), and Nick got me the Kurig K-kup My Cup coffee filter (so I can use any kind of coffee I can find in my Kurig brewer). I plan to have a very coffee new year.