Sunday, March 30, 2008

Assignment 47 Trailer

This is a trailer for a movie that one of our friends wrote, directed, and starred in. It looks amazing and we can't wait until it comes out!

Something New

I was thinking today about how I haven't posted in a while because my mind has been like my messy closet. I know that there is a lot of cool stuff in there, but it's just all bunched up togather and I don't have the energy to pick through it all. When we got home from church today, Brian got into an organizing frenzy. Even though I didn't feel like doing anything but laying down and watching a Jane Austen movie, I sucked it up did what Brian does when I get into a mood like that and helped out. It was therapeutic to clean the closet (and get started on the garage). It was a metaphor for what I need to do in my life. Even though I don't really FEEL like doing what I need to do, I just need to do it.

So, in the attempt to clean the messy closet of my mind, over the next few days I'm going to write a couple of random things that I have floating around in there. Kind of like when you make piles in an attempt to organize.


It's been a hard winter, I know. Be encouraged. Spring is here and with it comes the clean breeze of change and new life. My prayer for you: that God's fresh annointing would flow over you like a river. That this would be a time of renewal. That the branches of your tree would be brilliant with blossoms and your harvest bountiful.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Potty Training!

It started Monday night. This is a picture of her first trip to the potty.

We are using what I'm going to call the marathon method. The day after this picture was taken, we rolled up the rug, covered the couch, put the potty in the middle of the living room floor. We are spending our days drinking juice and practicing using the potty. We have a poster to put stickers on every time she goes, and m&m's to reward any attempt to use the potty. She's already tried tricking me into giving her m&m's by sitting on the potty and trying to convince me that the pee-pee just disappeared. Smart girl.

The first time she used the potty, we celebrated as if she had gotten into Stanford. Our exhuberant joy scared her a bit. We called the grandparents. We danced. We took pictures. It was great.

Here are the stats so far:

Day 1: 6 successful trips to the potty, 3 accidents.
Day 2: 5 successful trips to the potty, 1 accident.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Daylight Savings Time

The time change has not been kind to the Wroblewski clan. Brian stayed home until noon today because I was so behind on my sleep. I slept in until ELEVEN. It was glorious.

We had some great weekends lately. We've had social commitments just about every single weekend since late January, but I feel like they are starting to wear on us a bit. After Easter, a break will be in order.

Congratulations to my Brother in Law Paul and his fiance Beth on their engagement. I am anxious to hear all of the details. I want a minute by minute play-by-play. Also, I just realized that if Beth changes her name to Wroblewski, both Brian and Paul will be married to Elizabeth Wroblewski's. Weird.

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Words fail...

Change is heart-wrenching. Sometimes we may find ourselves on a path that is not of our own choosing. The reaction to being thrust into an unchartered course really depends the perspective of the travelers, I guess. I AM young and I don't know a damn thing, but I can tell you this: dark valleys can turn into thriving rivers without warning.

My prayer is for wisdom, a fresh annointing, grace, and truth.

I am heartsick.

Monday, March 03, 2008

It's Official

I'm going to Northern. And it makes me feel really old. The day before the shootings, I received my housing packet in the mail. I wasn't going to open it. I was going to take a picture of it and post it on my blog the next day to announce to everyone that I was going to go to school there. I was going to leave it out on the counter so that when Brian annoyed me, I'd point to the housing packet and say, "You know, I DO have other options."

Just about the time that my youngest sister, Stephanie (who is 9 years younger than me and 3 years older then my future classmates) is graduating, I will be starting school. That makes me feel old. I am receiving emails and informational pamphlets with pictures of really young kids on them. That makes me feel old too. I just received an invitation for an orientation luncheon for minority students. I would like to go because I really do need to get oriented to the campus and their services, but I'm worried that if I go, the other kids will think I'm one of the teachers-- which made me just realize that I will be older than some of my teachers. Ummm, Yeah. I am old.