Blogger Problems

So blogging is harder than I thought it would be. Life happens quickly, and sitting down at the computer to write a recap takes more diligence that I realized. I also am terrible at taking photos, so I figure what's  a post about a trip to Schlitterbahn without any pictures? Here is a list of the blog worthy moments over the past month  that I failed to write about:

1. We celebrated Fourth of July with my mom and sister in Galveston. My sister made the best fourth food ever.
2. We served for a week in the Third Ward with our church through a mission trip our church does annually called Houston 1:8. Neil and I helped out with the Adult Bible Study and VBS. It was a sweet time serving with my husband!
3. Neil's family came into town and we spent the weekend in Galveston and went to Schiltterbahn. We loved the lazy river. A lot
4. My dad came over and helped us build a corn hole set, so now our backyard is the place to be!
5.Neil's grandmother passed away and we took a road trip to Kentucky with his family for the funeral. We were gone a week, and it was Neil's first experience with someone close to him dying, as well as our first experience dealing with it together. His grandmother was 92 and we celebrated her long life!


I think that is all I missed, with the exception of some craft projects here and there. Here's to keeping the blog updated this next month!

Sister, Sister

There is Tia and Tamera Mowry and then there's Bridget and Lesley Cooper. Technically it is Bridget Azzam, but using the same last name clearly indicates that we are sisters. Since getting married, my sister and I have become much closer. We no longer live in the same house, so that clears up a lot of our arguments, but also, I remember feeling like once I got married my childhood suddenly evaporated. My emotions reminded me of a scene from Father of the Bride. I think when you feel like you are losing something, you want to hold on tighter, and that is how I felt about my sister. Granted, seven months into marriage I now know I didn't "lose" her just because we will never live in the same house again. I know my family will always be my family, even though I no longer share their last name. However, since I don't live with my sister, I knew I needed to be intentional with our relationship. I try to be intentional with many relationships, but especially with my sister. I didn't just want our visits to be limited to when I pop by my mom's house when I am in the area. I wanted to purposefully set aside time for our relationship. I also wanted to help get her out of the suburbs and see parts of Houston that Neil and I are learning to love.That being said, I invited her over for a sister date. Last week, Lesley came over to spend the night and we baked, which is one of her favorite past times. We also worked on a craft project and spent the evening just talking and enjoying one another. It was also really funny to watch her navigate the waters of "Oh, my sister is married and lives with a man". The next morning we woke up and got coffee and macaroons from a local sweet shop. Like I said, my sister loves baking, so I knew this place would be right up her ally.

 

We indulged in these bad boys before 10 a.m.

 

Sisters!

After our macaroons we traveled to Hobby Lobby to get some items for our respective summer projects and eventually we headed to the Heights for lunch. We walked to our restaurant and stopped to take some photos.

 

 

 

We ate at Ruggles on the Green and we both loved our meals! My sister works in the afternoons, so she needed to leave by noon. It was a quick visit, but packed with quality time, and the things that I know she loves!

 

 

 

 

 

My Green Thumb

I started a herb garden this week! I always buy entirely too much of one herb, because I just need a bit for a certain recipe, and sure enough, the rest goes bad before I have a chance to use it again. Or sometimes, to avoid the brown produce, I don't buy any at all, even though the recipe calls for it. This crisis could be averted with a herb garden, because I could just simply walk out my back door, snip what I need and call it a day. So that's what happened this week. Plus, I just think it is really neat to grow your own herbs in your backyard.

 

 

I got a half gallon whiskey barrel and drilled holes in the bottom so the water would have a place to go. Then I filled the barrel with soil, about two and a half bags worth. I bought my herbs, and ta da! I bought basil, parsley, mint, and rosemary. I saved room for cilantro because I wasn't able to find it.

 

I also bought some popsicle sticks and labeled them with the different herbs so they could be differentiated. Although, I feel like these herbs are my children now, and I can easily tell them a part without the popsicle stick markers, but hey, they are cute.

 

 

 

 

Now all I need is watering can ,and some gloves and I am pretty much a Master Gardner.

 

 

 

Here's to keeping my herbs alive!

 

In Sickness and in Health

Neil is sick. Neither one of us have been sick since we have gotten married, so it was a first for us. He started feeling under the weather on Thursday night and somehow we ended up in bed at approximately 7:40 p.m. Yep, it was still light outside. He went to work the next day, and came home Friday afternoon feeling worse than ever. We ventured to Kroger to find some meds, Neil told the pharmacist all of his symptoms, and she sent us on our way with some Claritin D. In an attempt to keep us from retiring to the bedroom before the sun went down, while still keeping things low key for my sick husband, I suggested we build a fort in the living room and watch The Sandlot. So we did. As our movie progressed, Neil started feeling worse, and I found myself googling "cure for flu-like symptoms" while underneath the "roof" of our fort. According to my findings on  E-How, you are supposed to drink a lot of fluids, so obviously I brought Neil lots of water and realized that I would make a terrible nurse. I am also pretty sure that during this time he acquired a fever. Being a newlywed you get a lot of great gifts when you get married, but I have learned that there are a handful of practical items that you  fail to register for, but don't realize you need until the moment arises. For example, I didn't realize we needed a ladle until I was standing at the stove trying to spoon soup into a bowl with a teaspoon.  I also didn't realize that we needed a thermometer until my husband is burning up next to me inside of our fort. Technically his high temperature could have been caused by all of the blankets used to create this fort of ours. Precisely the reason why we need to purchase a thermometer. Either way, our movie ended and we headed off to bed, both hoping that this sickness would not be with us in the morning.




Our fort. Please note the toilet paper roll, our solution for runny noses.

Scraping Away

I love finding things on the side of the road. My rule of thumb is if it has the slightest bit of potential, it's coming with me. I still remember my first little gem I found in my neighbors trash in high school. I painted it and used it as a nightstand that traveled with me to college and is now sitting in my living room. Anyway, yesterday I was leaving my neighborhood, spotted a cute little table, threw it in my car, and today I found my self standing at the paint counter at Wal-Mart, ready to give my find a fresh new look. It was an old wooden table with a cheap layer of veneer on the top. The veneer had buckled in some places and if the table was going to be salvaged, I need to scrape the top layer off. With my putty knife in hand I began scraping away the old, imitation wood. Some pieces came off with ease, and others I had to really work at. As I was scraping away, I could not help but realize how this process mirrors my own walk with Jesus. The more I read the Bible, I realize that God is not interested in some cheap, imitation faith. God is about getting to the heart of who you are, the "real wood" so to speak, but in order to do that, He has to scrape off the fake stuff. And sometimes, its painful because you realize that you really are broken. For instance, God tells us not to murder, and on the outside, it seems like I haven't failed Him there. However, Jesus tells us that if anyone hates a brother or sister, they are a murderer. That is painful, because those words bypass any external front I try to put on, and cuts straight to the heart. And what about idols?  I used to think that I was in the clear because I have never melted my gold earrings down to form a golden calf, but as Jesus has been scraping away at me, I realize that idols are not limited to statues, but they are anything that I care more about than God himself, and if I am honest with myself, I find that those things exist. I am thankful that my little table was not left on the side of the road for long, it was snatched up, and then fixed up, and it now sits in my living room. God is the same way with us, He does not leave us where we were, but He takes us in and begins to make us like Christ. He wants to clean me up from the inside out, and frankly, He is the only one equipped to do that.


Here is my table before:

And after:



I have known I wanted to start a blog for awhile, but I didn't know where to begin. I kept waiting for Neil and I to do something really cool and that could be my first blog post, or something dumb like that. A couple people in our Bible study thought the stories I would tell about our newlywed adventure needed to be blogged about, I told them I was well aware, but I didn't have a name for my blog, and therefore  I obviously could not begin writing. They suggested "Watermelon Tuesday's" because we were having this conversation on a Tuesday night while eating watermelon. The name stuck, but I was still waiting for a "blog worthy" story.  Today as I was painting my table I realized that the whole reason I want to blog is to remember the little details. Whether that is what God is teaching me through a DIY project, the interactions I have with my students at school or the random moments Neil and I share as we eat our dinner next to one another on our couch. Every day is filled with something I don't want to forget.

So here goes.