The Cone of Shame

Last Friday we had Rémy neutered. Everything went just fine, and he is most definitely good as new. One of the consequences of being neutered is having to wear the cone of shame for ten days. Poor guy. He's pretty entertaining though. All of these pics are taken the day of the surgery. He was so loopy and sluggish that not even a churro would make him budge.

Our First Happy List

On one of my favorite blogs they have happy lists every once in a while. I really like the idea, and will steal the idea for our blog. It has been a really hard week, and I think it is the perfect time for our first happy list.

September 2011 Happy List:

1. We serve a mighty, sovereign, steadfast God.
2. Joe's parents & Aunt and Uncle are coming into town on Saturday.
3. I get to work with my favorite age group as of late 5th,6th graders this week.
4. I made well over 30 pumpkin chocolate chip cookies yesterday. Hello fall.
5. I get to plan my love's 25th birthday party this week.
6. Rémy has to wear the cone of shame, and it is pretty darn cute!
7. We have highs in the 80s coming our way. (Hopefully)
8.  My lunch for today was already made last night.
9. The khaki corduroy shorts I bought online from Anthro fit beautifully.
10. God is good all the time.

For Funsies

While we were at J's family reunion we let Rémy try his luck at swimming. Frenchies are typically unable to swim, but lo and behold our little guy did the impossible. Actually Rémy really hated it, but like all good moms I made him do it anyway. Enjoy our fun pictures in motion!

The Life of an Aggie Fan

Well today did not hold the win I was hoping for in regards to my Texas Aggies, but last weekend we had a lovely time and win when we visited.

Friday night my parent's met us in College Station for dinner, and then we headed to Midnight Yell.

After midnight yell we took a walk around campus and got some great pictures. 

 (This pic is not edited in any way) :)

On saturday we shopped, had lunch with our fellow Aggie friends, and of course went to the game.

Sunday we took a tour of our favorite spots on campus with Rémy.

 I had all of my music classes in this building.

Under the century tree. 

When there Aren't Words

I really don't have much to say. As most of you know my dearest friend has suffered an unthinkable loss. It is the most heart breaking experience of my life. She is far away, and I can't get to her any time soon. I can't be there to hold her hand, to hug her, to kiss her forehead, to cry with her. Her heart is broken and mine is aching constantly with hers. These words can not begin to express the pain I feel for her. When there aren't words that I as a human can think to pray for her, the Holy Spirit is interceding on my behalf.

 In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. ²⁷ And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God.


Romans 8:26,27

Take me Home

Take me home to Aggieland: where I left a huge chunk of my heart, where we hump it and beat the hell out of, where the largest college bible study resides, where I was a newlywed, where I sang my heart out at Kyle Field and the Academic building practice rooms, where life was a bit more care free, where I put a penny on Sully for good luck, where this girl became more of a woman, where I mugged down at midnight yell, where we stand the whole time, where nearly every corner holds a memory even HEB, where I just need to breath the air, where we bleed maroon, where I had the time of my life, where I now realize is home.

Today, I'm going home to Aggieland.

My Inspiration

Apparently I draw much of my blogging inspiration, or maybe motivation, from Joe. He has been in D.C. since Saturday and I haven't had blogging on my mind. This week has been slightly eventful, enough to keep me from going stir crazy till my Mr. gets home. I did some shopping, some working, and some nursing our sick pup. He got a little stomach bug, and I think the culprits are the acorns he has been sneaking when we go potty. Sheesh. He had me worried for a bit, but after a swift visit to the vet I was reassured. This weekend is quite long awaited. We are finally heading back to Aggieland. Just typing it makes me giddy. I have been dreaming of CStat for months. We are bringing Rémy, and I can't wait to strut him around campus on Friday evening. I'm sure we will have hundreds of photos. Most importantly we are going to watch the fightin' Texas Aggies BTHO idaho. Joe gets home tomorrow and I am so ready. If you think of it, please keep him in your prayers.

This was my first aggie game.

Sisters in Christ

This weekend my mom and aunt came to San Antonio to attend the Beth Moore live simulcast. Not only was it so sweet of them to come to me, but that event was so wonderful. I thought I would share some of her points. Her main topic was Luke, and more specifically his relationship with Paul.

"We were created by God for good company." There have to be some people in our lives that provide good fellowship.

"An individual calling can only be fulfilled in a "we" context." You can not do it on your own.

"What if we only read the scripture that "speaks to us."

"God never overlooks a single "me" in the bigger "we."

Luke wrote his second hand account of the gospel because "it seemed good to me."

"Jesus became a friend of sinners, so that we could become a friend of God."

1 Corinthians 12:30 (b) the most excellent way is LOVE. "Put the "I" back in "love you". So often we only say "love you." We are afraid of putting ourselves 'out there' or being venerable to rejection.

" 'My heart breaks for those who try to live Godly lives... without God' " -Priscilla Shirer
I know we all just had people pop into our heads, maybe even ourselves.

"Jesus has called you to be unhindered!" "Go, and do what you have been called to do."

At the end of the event Beth had us partner up and repeat truths over eachother. I was partnered with my Aunt, and it was really, really special. It was sweet to be women and sisters in christ, as well as niece and aunt.  I am so blessed to have Godly women in my life and their legacy.

Remembering...

Ten years ago today the world changed. I was only in middle school; however, I was as affected and heart broken as any average American. I remember that Tuesday morning very clearly: I rode to school with my aunt, and was in my science class when our teacher told us the news. I remember her saying 'they don't want me to tell you, but I think you deserve to know...' I have always internalized things like this, and I remember not being able to take the media coverage after a few days. That wednesday night I attended a prayer service to our church. The days after I don't think I will ever forget.   I think most people would say  the beauty that accured as a result of the attack was the unification of our country. I hope and pray that we can somehow return to that state, instead of allowing petty politics and "Republican or Democrat" stand in-between us. My love and prayers are with all of the families grieving a loved one today and the leaders of our country. May we never forget. God bless our military and president, and God bless America.

A Day in the 'Hood

For our labor day we spent the afternoon outside in our beautiful neighborhood. God sent a much needed 'cool front', and we were able to stand being outdoors for more than a few minutes. Our 'hood is super dog friendly, so Rémy got to be a part of the fun.

Happy September!

Like I said in my previous post we have been without internet, and I missed the first of September. September is a month of transition here in Texas. (Well usually, this year seems to not be normal in any way).  September is most definitely not fall yet, but for me it doesn't seem that it is summer either. The new school year has just begun, swimming occurs much less, suddenly our eyes are filled with the possibility of pumpkins and turning leaves, and our noses will shortly be filled with spices. Of course we're not quite there yet. September means: apple pies, football games and fight songs, a few mornings when you can actually stand to be outside, and the beginning of the end of another year. For us, it really means football, football, football! I went to countless football games as a child. I love football season, and I think part of the reason is deep down it represents the gateway to fall. I usually dismiss September for the much more attractive October, but not this year. I'm going to enjoy this month of transition.

Living like it's 1999

Since Tuesday Joe and I have been living without any kind of TV or internet. Now, I would love to tell you that it was for a really spiritual reason, but I can't tell a lie. (Oops I just did). The truth is I canceled our old cable/internet before our new one was installed. Well, big mistake. I thought it wouldn't be a big deal to get our new provider in. No such luck. They had to rewire and all sorts of other things I don't understand, and another tech had to do that (not the install tech). Well apparently several techs showed up but couldn't get in the door. They failed to call me, so the result was me being on the phone during every break I had at work, every day this week. I'm not sure if you heard, but college football started this weekend. College football is very important in this Weinberger household. A certain Weinberger wasn't a very happy camper.  Thankfully this morning we had a wonderful engineer tech. come out and fix our wiring and also work it out for an instal tech. to come. Our long weekend is now all better, and we are both happily sitting on our couch blogging and watching football. All is right with the world once more. Most importantly, tomorrow evening the Aggies are going to BTHO smu and we get to watch it from the comfort of our own home.

Gig' Em.