weekly picture

It's Friday and I'm still in my robe at 10:35.

Can I get an amen?

I just wanted to show you a photo that Mr. B snapped on a chilly summer evening. He was keeping it all to himself.

When I saw it I was all like, "How rude of you to keep this goodness to yourself. I will share it with the world." 

And he said, "Kal, you are free to do anything you want."

And I said, "I want to polka dot sheets."

And he said, "Me too!"

Wait. That was my daydream from yesterday.

Anyway. Isn't this beautiful?

I love it when he takes pictures of his work. He's proud and happy.

Which makes me proud and happy.

And do you see that little American flag on the tractor? That's my favorite part.


Just eat it.

There was a terrible accident on my way to work this morning.

The police had shut down half of the road and cars were being directed one by one in a line. I always find it ironic that with really bad accidents, come long slow lines. Just like at funerals. I hate it.

And of course as my car creeped slowly by the scene, I couldn't help it - I cried.

Then I got to work, and while I was re-applying my mascara, my coworker was talking about sending her senior off to his last first day of high school. Another coworker was taking her kindergartener to her first day of school. Another girl piped in about someone dying from cancer the day before and the sickness that her friend was fighting.

And in the middle of it all my boss walks in with Jaarsma donuts. Jaarsma. Donuts.

Now. All of us women know this hidden rule: eating donuts (or any junk food for that matter!) in front of other women is shameful. And when you want a second one? Honey, you just take that desire and turn it into a conversation about how you ran 5 miles this morning for your half marathon that you're training for.

Don't let them know. Conceal. Don't feel.

But you know what? I say eat the donut.

Celebrate the littlest of things. Life is happening, and you have no control over it. Those people in the accident woke up just like you and me.

What should I have for breakfast?
What am I going to wear today?
Why does my dog always jump on me? 

Just eat the donut.


another tuesday blog.

(Here's my sassy friend Elin. I really like this picture.)

I went home sick yesterday after I had been at work for 3 hours. It was embarrassing and awful. 

And I have this theory: right next to the gates of hell, there's a door to your left. Do you know what's happening in there? People getting sick in the the worst places. 

These places include:

The middle of nowhere, but on the interstate. You're welcome. 
A family vacation where you all share one cabin. 
Your work place. Where everyone can hear you throwing up because the bathroom door is right by the main hallway. 

Basically when I woke up this morning, I was scared to eat. 

So I didn't have coffee. 

Then had a banana for lunch - good news! It's still in my stomach. 

Then I yelled at my husband on the way home from work because I was tired, crabby, and still haven't figured out how to run my life with my new job. 

And ever since I got off the phone, Jesus and I have been chatting and here's the juicy detail: I need the most grace. Everyday. There is not one person in this world that needs it more than me. 

And because I'm the one that needs it? I'm also the one that needs to give it. 


Just kidding. I'm impatient. And short tempered. 

Ok fine! I'm basically crazy. You can find me on the struggle bus 99% of the time. 

Anyway, I just needed to get that out there because writing helps me. And I just asked google the question, "can a person have wine on a tender stomach? asking for a friend." and google said yes. 

Love you all! (Hi Grandma!)


KC thoughts.

A couple things hit me in the face this weekend:

1- Sometimes I get so caught up in serving strangers and loving on them - that I forget that loving my family and serving my family well is just as important.

And then we painted my brother and his wife's home this last Saturday - and they don't know this, but I was so blessed by that.

I have this really super extremely weird attachment to houses. What happens inside a home over the years is so dang precious to me. So - making a home beautiful on the outside, knowing the life change, growing pains, and sweet moments that are taking place on the inside?

Yes. And yes all day long. And pass the Kleenex.

I can type that out today because I haven't had to paint for 6 days. Doesn't painting always sound so great, and then it isn't? I fall for it every time.

2 - There is never a weekend long enough to spend time with people that you aren't able to do day to day life with.

I've had to come up with things to help me with this. Here's my list so far:

Having your nieces and nephews make art so you can hang it in your home!
Buying the same coffee mug as your sister - so when you drink it, it's kind of like you're sitting together.
Leave something behind. Preferably not underwear.

3 - There are never too many trips to starbucks. Even when you are covered in paint, haven't showered, and there's not a hint of mascara anywhere.

And I mean anywhere.


night ride.

Because, why not wear your hat backwards when you take your wife on a dirt bike ride?

And guess what? We might be getting a little mature over here because Mr. B only fake pushed me 1 time when we were looking over the bridge!

P.S. - check out that forearm!

last saturday.

Last Saturday we went to the farmers market.

I think that the farmers market is the perfect solution to Mr. B's country lovin', and my slight (real slight) lean towards city life.

I mean, it already has farmer in the name - but then you are surrounded by people! So many people - so many new faces to meet. It's like heaven crammed into 3 streets where live music is playing and some people shower and some don't.

Plus, you can eat brisket for breakfast. You heard me. Brisket.

Des Moines, I love you. 


a list.

Here's what's going through my mind at 10:00 on a Monday night:

I want to go camping. There is something really beautiful about everything being harder than usual, super inconvenient, not wearing makeup, and bug spray doubling as body wash.

I have felt an itch (nothing to do with bugs. moving along!) to start making pies. I can't decide if it's because I really want to, or because I saw the cutest pie book at the bookstore. I'm just feeling inspired, and that's a good thing, yeah?

It really bothers me that Mr. B pulls the curtain up like this before bedtime. Just look at it - all weird and not symmetrical. I've chosen not to say anything about it and just pray for his weird heart.
Lord, why does he hang that curtain like that? Please change his heart and not mine because mine doesn't need changing. Amen.

Speaking of Mr. B - for someone who I thought would never own a smartphone, now he sends me calendar invites to help our communication skills.

And staying on the Mr. B topic - I mean...

Lastly: there is something dead in our walls again and if it's a snake I'm moving to Europe because I just think it'd be amazing to live in Europe for a bit.
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