immeasurable

  

Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever!  

Amen.

what? it could happen.

I still have no camera cord.

So I "borrowed" this shot from Kate.  

I think it's yummy.

Actually, I think he's yummy.

In other news, I woke up with a headache so we're moving in a slowish manner this morning, the painter will be here around noon to begin his own special contribution to the chaos, and the DVR doesn't work.

To be fair, I have no immediate DVR-ing plans, but still.  A girl likes to be prepared.

* * *

So is anyone else watching the Olympics?

(How'd ya like that utter lack of segue?  Did you see what I did with the little stars?)

I'm far from a fan of TV sports, but I so heart the Summer Olympics.  

Is it wrong that I just want to scoop up the Fab Five & bring 'em home with me and feed them soup?  In other words, I love 'em.

(Side note:  Earliest Olympic memories 2004?  2004??  I asked Shayne and he agreed that 2004 is about as far back as he goes.  Sigh)

Anyway, last night was fun!  and that Gabby is sheer delight!  She is a fascinating blend of fierce and sweetie-pie.  I wish I could do that.  I should practice getting my fierce-face on.

I'm enjoying it all, but those little gymnasts are my favorite.  They're so tiny.  And so strong.  And so shockingly talented.  When they're doing their thing I mostly sit at the edge of my seat with my mouth hanging open while making awkward motions with my hands.  I like to help where I can.

And they're so inspiring!  They allegedly make me want to get up off the couch and stretch, but I fight through and determine old episodes of Make it or Break it with a glass of iced tea is the more realistic option.  

Right now I've begun cultivating my secret dreams for this boy.

Maybe he'll swim like Mikey Phelps in a couple of years.   He could already place in running in cool swimmies :)

something of an update

(Warning!  In editing this I've discovered I sound cranky & whiny, but who has the time to change midstream?  Please bear in mind that moving-fatigue is a bonafide condition that is reported to be quite temporary.  Carry on.)

So I'd be happy to share a few pictures of mostly crazy to brighten your day and give you a sense of perspective, but I still have no idea where the cord is. 

So I won't.

I'm a little horrified to realize I moved exactly one week ago and I still don't know where my camera cord is.  Or my razor (yikes!) (don't judge).  Or the tops to my favorite, use-'em-every-day water bottles.

Or my equilibrium.

The boxes are slowly dwindling and I have, in fact, found both my underwear and the floor, but there are still piles and lists and some more piles.

There is also a geriatric dog who's unofficially on hospice, whose current activity is primarily wandering to a different spot on the floor and upchucking, and then napping some more.

And a puppy who is really sweet and not barking so much.  But still.  PUPPY.

And to make our day complete, I'm sitting around waiting for the cable guy to come back again.  We had planned to pretend life was not in complete disarray and flee to the pool, but you know, CABLE GUY sometime between 10 and 12.  (It's 11:29.  Good thing I rushed that razor-less shower!)  I'd be cranky but they're bringing me a DVR and I'm intrigued.  I plan to record all manner of irrelevance and watch it at my leisure.

Which I predict to be late October-ish ;)

Later gators!