previous profile picture was over a year old. Taking self-portraits (vs. selfies) on a camera phone is hard! I'm not sure that I love it, but whatever.
In other news, I've decided to let my natural curl do what it wants to do naturally. One early morning this week while I was having coffee in my Cuppa Kim Mug Swap mug from Jenny, Sarah said to me, "Mom, your hair looks the same as it's looked for three days."
And I said, "Do you mean to tell me that I've had bed head for three days?!"
We had a good laugh about that. But really... bed head/natural curl... tomAYto/tomAHto.
Speaking of tomatoes...
We went school supply shopping this week. Finally.
Reasons I am glad I have a smart phone:
#56 I can pull up Sarah's school supply list from the school website when we realize we didn't bring her list with us when we went back to school shopping.
#57 I get to see pictures that my kids take and leave on my camera roll.
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Friday Night Lights. See those cheerleaders there? I never really understood the whole cheerleading thing. (I blame it on the fact that I lived in Germany in high school.) And then, a few years ago, our school got rid of the cheerleading program. Friday nights were not the same without them. Our stands were way too quiet. Quiet stands at a football game are not acceptable. Cheerleaders have an important job to do! I'm so glad they're back. Thank you to all you cheerleaders. And, I am sorry that I ever doubted you.
JD and I rented a tandem bike from Silver Lake Boat & Bike Rental in Rochester. I'd always wanted to ride a tandem bike, just to say I did it.
Well, "I did it!"
It was okay. Not hard at all. But the person in back doesn't have control of the pedals, so every time JD would stop pedaling and coast, I'd get annoyed. Not his fault. Just part of the whole tandem experience.
We biked along the paths to where we lived when we first moved to Rochester. I always liked that path, along the river with the view of downtown.
As we were biking along, tandem-like, I reminisced to JD about the time when I took a walk on that same path back in 2007, just me and God. I sat down on one of the benches and watched the water flow down the river. And as I sat there, I thought of Louis and Clark (we'd just watched a movie about their expedition). It struck me that they had traveled along the river against the current as they explored the new territory.
I felt like God was telling me that during our time in Rochester, we would be working against the current. We had just moved to Rochester to continue our work in full time ministry with FCA, but in a different role that we'd been in before. At the time I thought, "cool, I'm up for it!"
Now, as I was riding on the back of a tandem bike past that bench along the river, I thought, "wow, how true that has been!"
I'm ready for a rest. Against the flow is exhausting.
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We passed this patch of Black-Eyed-Susans on our bike ride. I had to stop to take a picture. So many in one place. So yellow. So pretty.
A summer time favorite, this old DQ.
So I've been reading those books I picked up at the library. All sorts of natural recipes and whatnot. I can't wait to try my hand at soap making. I've been using natural soap bars for a while now and I love Bubbles by Brooks soap, but I was thinking that maybe I could learn how to make my own and that would save me some money.
In one of the books I came across a recipe for homemade sugar wax. As in, hair removal wax. You guys! I got so excited about it that I posted it on IG. This could revolutionize hair removal at our house if it works as well as the author says it does.
It's the little things that excite me.
Sarah wanted to read to me when I went to say goodnight. I love hearing her read.
Her bed is the bed I had in high school, in Germany.
Neither of my girls want it,
preferring something more modern and girly,
but I can't bear to part with it.
I think the night before the first day of school is the only night my kids actually want to go to bed early.
Instead I googled "muscle leggings" so that I could forever have a reminder of the whole experience on my blog (though I took it off my IG feed, because, idk, it's different). And so that you, dear reader, can have a similar disturbing yet fascinating experience.
You are welcome.
And, I am sorry.
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