Good week.

Monday to Monday was pretty good, better than ok, more than just not sucking, it was actually good.

Monday: Per my husband’s not so subtle admonishings to do stuff on my own, I set out for the beach with a backpack, my iPod, a book and a notebook. I walked for 30/40 minutes, watched the waves, and then read my book. Pros: Did it by myself, had a really nice, relaxing time, finally pulled on my big girl panties. Cons: only backpack is from high school, bright blue, with Marvin the Martian patches.

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They say you never realize what you’ve got until it’s gone…ain’t that the truth.

Right before we left Austin, Zach and I spoke at the church (gave our testimony, for all you churchy types) about what it had meant to us. Preparing for that really allowed me to reflect on just how much the church was a part of our daily lives.

We were so lucky to have an intimate relationship with our last pastor, I could (and did) call or email if I needed help or had a question or an inappropriate comment to pass along. We could hang out with him, we could trust and respect him, we could learn from him.

Now that we’ve moved, we’re churchless and the process of finding a new one is really daunting. I know nothing will ever replace what we’ve left, but we’re hoping to find something new that still fits us.

Oh wait, let’s do this in the style of a Geico commercial.

Zach and Vida are just two regular people, so we’ve enlisted this movie announcer to help tell their story…

Searching for Jesus in a world full of hate, a young innocent couple embark on a journey. Little did they know just how much Jesus and hate they’d end up getting.

No? Ok, how about we do this snarky, Miss Vida style….yes, I think that’ll be much better. (more…)

I’m sitting in my living room, in a tank top, jeans, and socks,

and a t-shirt,

and my green sweater/jacket,

and a pair of winter socks over my regular socks.

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Before we moved, we had to find a new place to live. All rational people would assume the controlling, nit-picking, demanding spouse would be the one to scout out our new digs, but I think we all know where Zach and I sit on the rational scale. So, with the fear of God, the pressure of his wife, his mother-in-law, his sister-in-law, his friends and their wives, poor old Zachie set out to find us a new place to live. (more…)

So yeah, I moved.

We left the great state of Texas for the great Pacific ocean.

The first thing I did when we crossed into Santa Barbara was burst into tears. Big, heaving, sweet mother what have I done tears. (more…)