We’re Back

We’re back. It’s been a crazy week, both on the road, and in Schemper-land. Here are some updates, in no particular order:

  • Zora was fabulous on her first youth group trip. She even cut a new tooth with almost no complaining.
  • Erik and I celebrated our 8th anniversary and his 30th birthday on the trip. I’m grateful to be married to a man who will go along with me, no complaints, during such a big week.
  • Erik is 30. I’m officially married to an old guy.
  • My youth group is fabulous. What a bunch.
  • My house desperately needs to be vacuumed.
  • I’ve rarely ever been this exhausted (18 hour bus ride, and I can’t sleep well sitting up or in moving objects).
  • My sister moved to Europe yesterday. Eventually, she’ll be working in Dublin. But, in a few hours, she’s off to Norwich. I’m praying for low Aer Lingus fares.
  • My brother is moving back to Chicago this fall. (Note to all potential empty-nesters: before you decide that downsizing your house will keep your young adult children form moving back in with you, you should talk to my parents. Their tiny 2 BR condo will soon have hosted all of my adult siblings except me at one time or another.)
  • I got to see my cousin Chad in Denver. He’s working with a group on an urban sustainable living project. They grow corn in their front yard. I like Chad, because he’s the kind of guy who grows corn in his front yard.
  • The CRCNA did some good stuff this week. (I know I’m Presbyterian, so if you wonder why I still care about this, see Susan.)
  • If I ever get myself pulled back together (for instance, as of this moment, I haven’t showered in over 48 hours, and those 48 hours included an 8 hour hike in the mountains), I’ll have to post some more profound things about the last week.

2 Responses to “We’re Back”

  1. Mary Beth Says:

    Hey! Thanks for the tag!

  2. Heidi Says:

    Welcome home… Happy Anniversary and Happy Birthday, Erik… Did we not crash at your apartment two years ago on or around your anniversary/birthday…? Hm, that was the miscarriage week. Crazy. Which means it’s the 2 year anniversary of that whole bit. Wow, how life changes.