Next Sunday will be 1 year and me and Mr. Broome are headed to the beach to celebrate. I'll be back Next Monday with plenty of pictures.

Its getting pretty funny over at Melinda B.
Not much has happened this week except that I have discovered I am still a runner. I took a couple weeks off when I had that work on my back done. I found my legs a little hungover from it all the first week back, but I have run 12 miles in the past two days. Since I haven't always been a runner, I thought that maybe I would lose my umph to start it up again. I was debating if it was still going to be "my thing."
It is. I love it. I love sweating and knowing that my face exuding constipation is really just me being tough and pushing on.
I am thankful for the places I get to enjoy running. My own neighborhood is tree lined for shade, but exposed to bright sun in just the right places. There isn't too much traffic which is good since there are no sidewalks. Lastly, the fertilized fields of chicken poop(that's what Mr. Broome says it is anyways) only makes me feel that much more in touch with mother nature and her growing green grass for cows to munch on.

Whats a good post without a picture?
I give you Betsy.
She will be heading with me and hubs to the beach next week.
That reminds me. This blogger will be on hiatus from Monday to Sunday.
Its our anniversary:)Its the day we(me and Betsy) became a family with Mr. Broome.


If you know Betsy(ie. amanda, cass, b, eemy).. can you imagine her at the beach? Do you think she will like it? Does it make you laugh to think of her putting her face in salt water?
I will have to get some good pictures.

My boss sent me an e-mail today in reference to an e-mail I had sent him. He receives zillions of calls every day from perturbed, disillusioned, drunk, mentally- ill clients. My e-mail to him was titled "annoyed" as an expression of my feelings for the many messages taken.
Only kidding of course. sort of
His reply was something to the tune of "Ok, ok, will handle these people. But. Better you than me."
Better you than me.
As if I am equipped to deal with the assortment of people that come in our office.
My initial thoughts are ugly to this "better you than me."
I have the worst attitude when dealing with some of these people. I take serious offense to hang ups, aggressive tones, and slurred speech. I want to tell half of the people that call to try back again after learning some manners.
But.
This is so not the attitude I should have. So many people that I see in this line of work are completely lost. Many have had drugs take over their lives, been involved in crime since early teens, and so on and so on.
I was blessed with an initial loving path to life. I was not born into a home with a drugged up mother or father. I was not born into a home with a big brother already involved in crime. I was born into a home that believed in the love of Jesus. Two nurturing parents cared for me and tried their darnest to protect me from anything out there that could get me into trouble. They taught me right from wrong.
But.
Not everyone gets this.
This is not to say I am above doing wrong. I am not at all. I believe we are all a sinful mess of people with our only hope being forgiveness from Jesus. So in all reality, I am not above the people who call and aggravate me every day.
I should have a more patient, kind heart towards them. After all, they might not have had it before.
Its sort of like that quote I posted earlier this week from Evan Almighty. Maybe this daily annoyance is an opportunity for me to be more patient and kind. These two things I wish I were.


People who read this may think.. "but they're are plenty of people out there who know right from wrong and choose wrong all day ever day." You are right. There are those people. Everyone is from a different story. I am simply stating my realization that I need to be different.
Kind of like that saying.. "Be the change you want to see in the world."
-Mahatma Gandhi
Remember that saying? Thats a good one.

The Jiles- soon to be!
That's Brittney on the left. Sometimes known as bumblebee. That's Phil on the right. Always known as Phil or Phillers. They caught eyes last January at a cookout, or maybe it was February. That's your date to remember Britt, I just have to remember April when me and Mr. Broome caught eyes.
Catching eyes is a funny thing. Its magical and foretelling.
I remember last year when friends threw us a shower. Me and Andy were on the way and nervous. Nervous to be the center of attention, but.. that's what catching eyes will get you into. The center of attention, and some envy too. That's how I see it.
I was a little envious watching Bumblebee and Phil. Their eyes all aglow for the excitement to come. Marriage. Honeymoon. Saturdays sleeping in, snugged up to your "one." Yard work. Kiddos. Growing old.(Yard work really? yes, really.)
Are you a little bit envious of Britt and Phil?
Don't be. You'll find your "one" someday. As a matter of fact some of you already have. As a matter of another fact, some of you just might believe the Lord has it all taken care of. That's what I like to believe.

Enough of that. More of these.

Last years honeymoon attire. Sweet.

Phil getting linked to the ball and chain.

Betsy pouting. As usual.

Britt loved it.

Some of my pretty sorority sisters.

You two are next!

"Let me ask you something. If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other?"
Have you ever seen Evan Almighty?
Andy and I watched it last night since we are now getting movie channels(whoohoo!). Steve Carell who plays Evan Baxter, is seriously funny. Hes funny in all of his movies and in The Office. But. I'm not trying to advertise for Steve Carell.
The quote above made my heart feel mushy and I wanted to share. The character who plays God said it.
That's really it. I am sure I would have elaborated had I posted this last night, but I didn't.

In Broome family news:
The truck, Landrover, and my bike are out of service. Actually, my bike is in service, but I don't have the time in the morning to ride it to work. So..
Mr. Broome drove me to work. Don't you know that nothing could delight me more?!


I just got word that the truck is now fixed so no more merried(get it?) rides. Pray my car will make its way home too. I promised myself that once it was fixed I would quit living in it.. treating it like another closet.

Three years ago today I met Mr. Broome. I was unsure about dating a red head, but my better senses told me to go for it. Freckles and all I love you Mr. Broome. I love your red hair and your horse battered big toe.

"I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints, and his incomparably great power for us who believe. That power is like the working of his mighty strength, which he exerted in Christ when he raised him from the dead and seated him at his right hand in the heavenly realms, far above all rule and authority, power and dominion, and every title that can be given, not only in the present age but also in the one to come."
Ephesians 1:18-21
A verse for you to remember whats its all about.


I pulled a hang nail last night and today it hurts to the touch. How about having a nail driven through your hand, or foot? On that note.. I am thankful for Jesus today. Thankful for the overwhelming love of the Lord.

Easter Story Here

Last night around 10:30, I walked to the back of our house to get something from the bedroom. I heard something outside, machinery of some sort. I looked out my window into the dark night and to my dismay, there was a man in our garden on a tractor. He had a head lamp on and was turning wheelies.
Not really wheelies, but he was circling around in some organized fashion.
IYo went to tell Andy that this man was in the yard doing circles in the garden at 10:30 at night. Andy didn't seem to care.
You see, we have this huge garden/large patch of fertile soil in our yard where corn rows used to grow. Our friend Ryan and his wife are going to plant all kinds of vegetables in it. So. Ryan employed his neighbor friend to come to our house and till up the garden with his tractor.
This I knew.
He had been out there the day before in daylight hours. Normal thing to do. Plow/till a strangers yard in the light of day.
But at night?
This would seem strange to you too, wouldn't it?
So I told Andy that it didn't make any sense for him to be out there that late, given that we could hear him and surely our neighbors could hear him.
And all Mr. Broome had to say about was, "Well, the neighbor folk won't be so mad if they know they can get some vegetables out of it."
Would you trade late night tractor vrooms for veggies? I know, I know Mr. Broome wouldn't.
Mr. Broome, you don't even like vegetables.



*To give a little background on the tractor man: Ryan and Lydia had employed his help for their yard once and woke up to him on his tractor early one morning at 3:30 a.m.
Tractor man is not scared of the dark.

Admission of Guilt

Dear Mr. Broome,
If you are looking for that second to last Red bull in the refrigerator, its gone.

I took it. I stealthy, quietly maneuvered through the kitchen this morning and plucked it from the third shelf. I even dropped it while dishing out Betsy's food. She ran to the bedroom eager to tattle, but she can only speak dog. Too bad for you. Only now do I feel a bit of guilt after seeing how many calories are in one. 110. I enjoyed it this morning but I assure you its my last. Sugar free for me from now on.
Love,
P

Another Storm Story

After visiting with my mom, painting trim, and copying notes from my real estate course last night, I decided to retire to a bath and study until I got sleepy. The bath went well especially after this long and tiring week. I hurried to get in bed with my notes hoping I would fall asleep quickly because the past few mornings it had been very hard to get up.
I lay in bed with a queasy feeling. I have been feeling rather queasy every night for the past few nights and cannot get to the bottom of it.
Then I heard rain and wind pounding against the house.
Its almost too much to handle. Tiredness, queasiness, and now my fear of storms coming together to rob me of sleep. When the weather really started picking up, I threw my notes on the floor and texted Andy*(who was watching TV in the den.) He was already on his way with a "Its just rain" solution.
I informed him that Glen Burns said we were under a tornado watch. Meaning, conditions were favorable for producing a tornado. I know this stuff down pat.
And on a side note. I probably should have been a weather woman because.. Where are the storm predictors when the storms hit? They're always smiling in the middle of storms, telling us to "take shelter" or "strap a helmet on your kid!" Where are the weather people during these storms? I bet they are sharing popcorn and Hershey's in an underground shelter with no possible way of getting swept away by a tornado..And on another side note.. Is my blogs name a forecast of my future?
I had a point to this story, oh yes, hold on.
So I pulled up the Proverbs 31 blog(I have a button over there to the right) on my phone.
I read the second to last post about fear.
And I read this verse over and over.
John 14:27, "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Let not your heart be troubled and do not be afraid."
I wonder where my struggle between faith and fear began.
One last loud pound of rain and wind, to which I grabbed Andy and said "Lets get in the hall!" He just squeezed me tight, covered my ears, and I forgot about the wind. I thought about the verse, and remembered who was in control.
But to be honest, sometimes its hard to remember who is in control. Rest assured though, He is.



* Texting your husband while in the same house is OK when in a state of panic. Or when you really need a diet coke and you just got in a bath.
Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about!