Life....

I finally have a second to sink back in my office chair and breathe. My blog has been fairly photo heavy in the past month, for lack of time and coherent thoughts. I might still be lacking the coherent thoughts....but here is an update on… well life.

Eliza will turn four months this week. Nineteen hour days sure makes life move quickly. She started sleeping though the night last week and my sleep-deprived body is addicted. Oh that seven hours of sleep is heavenly.

Houston has two seasons; HOT and makes the Devil look good in a down parka HOT . We are just entering back into the mildly hot season and the under 90 degree weather is a relief. Our air conditioners only run eight-hours a day now and water out of the tap is no longer scalding. I am getting ready to pull out my winter sweater and corduroy pants, not because I have become one of those thin-blooded sissy Texans, but because I might, just might see temperatures drop into the sixties and I can sport my favorite winter clothing.

Jared is gearing up for upcoming missions and has found that he is a meeting rat. He had this mission off, which has been nice since he has worked the last five. In between meetings and his cubical cell he is getting ready to start grad school in the spring. He has also started playing touch football this fall. And he started running a few times a week, which makes think he must have rabies or some other disease that affects brain function, because Jared Renshaw does not run :)

Our family is growing once again….and no I am not pregnant. We adopted two, not one, but two male guinea pigs. They are about 9 months old and are pretty cute for being large rats. Their names are MECO (the NASA acronym for Main Engine Cut Off) and Leopold (after the great Aldo Leopold). Erin loves them and they are probably the best fed guinea pigs in the area. She tries to be very gentle with them but frankly she scares the heck (and sometimes the poo) out of them. She likes to dress them up and put them to bed. She’ll say “my piggies love me, they don’t run away”, when in reality they are widen eye and frozen from fear.
As for me, life is life. About two months ago I was called at the Young Womens president at church. I had served in the presidency for three years so the transition has been fairly easy, just a lot a reorganization, meetings, training and so forth. It’s going to really be a fun year. It funny how quickly forget how crazy the teen years were, attempting to find out who you were and where you fit into this great plan.

With the cooler weather my addiction to running has returned. Even after all these years fall weather makes e want to pound out five miles on a winding gravel road. Now I settle for a hard concrete path that winds through blue-dyed ponds and million dollar show houses. Either way a few miles under your feet puts life back into perspective.