Agitating Agitators and Other Life Adventures

Remember that one day when my sheets were eaten up by the agitator in the washing machine? Well today it was my best work pants. What is it with my washer? I threw in a load of laundry tonight, including my one and only power suit for work. When I went to move the clothes into the dryer, the pants were firmly entwined under the agitator. I was rather unamused, as you might expect. This time, though, I didn't push or pull. I just left them and called my Dad. Thank goodness he hasn't moved on to his next surgery yet and is available for washer emergencies!

This evening has been a comedy of God making a point to me, I think. I was so excited to have a night at home and I planned to write the night away, take in a little American Idol, and go to bed early to ward off the cold that is threatening to invade me. As I was driving home, my friend Faith called to see if she could stop by and pick up some stamps. Well, sure! So she stopped by with her two kiddos (Braeya shot me a look when she saw a 2 year old ambling up the front steps) and we chatted for a few moments. I walked her back to her truck and she stuck the key in the ignition to warm it up...dead. So we unpacked the kids, brought them back in the house, and hung out while we waited for her husband to come over and fix the problem. When he walked back outside after getting the keys from her, Hannah (the two year old) shouted behind him, "Hey Daddy! Mommy needs the battery fixed on the truck!" We were cracking up.

So Faith and I had a great time catching up - something we've had little time to do since baby number two arrived before Christmas - but I didn't get my writing done. When I sat down to do the part that absolutely had to be done tonight, I noticed the verse I would be writing about was "Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails." Point taken, God. It was really refreshing to catch up over scrapbooks and watch Hannah chase the "killy" (that would be the ever uncooperative Braeya). That was a better plan than the writing - which will still be here tomorrow.

But speaking of scrapbooks...just had to share this with you. I went to visit my friends Jon and Julie last weekend. They used to be my neighbors just around the corner, but Jon took a job as the youth pastor of a church about an hour away, so now I don't get to see them every week. :( I went to see their new digs and the church where Jon works...and Julie had found a little gift for me. These are magnets:
Does this girl know me or WHAT?!?!?

Here is Jon outside his office in the church. "Pastor of Youth." Apparently "pastors of youth" make their living as grown up teenagers...drinking pop from sour candy straws.


And here's me with little Julie - we were so tired by this time! I rewarded myself for driving home (in the dark, without directions) without getting lost...by stopping at Starbucks!