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27 Jan

There was lots of of snuggling, sleeping and lounging around….
Perfect recipe for a cold-january-weekend…



saturday happenings

27 May

I’m playing catch-up on the ‘ol blog…life was crazy, then life was all about getting through the first trimester, and then life was all about va-ca-tion mode. So, my little bloggy was neglected while I fully enjoyed all that was going on, but now it’s time to bring the blog up to date.

Last Saturday I got a text with the most heart-stopping cute picture of Ollie after he had just been picked up from getting a hair cut. After being on vacation and not seeing him, I just had to have him over for an impromptu sleepover to get my Ollie fix.

From righty to lefty, toppest to bottom:
pup on the drive home, wish I knew how to plant-grow-garden, morning walk to the coffee-shop, Uncle Benny & I at Dan’s soccer game, Farmers Market Flowers, happy pup on the walk home, my breakfast & Ollie’s breakfast, Panama Jack pup


28 Feb

It was the Saturday before Valentine’s Day and we were having a lazy weekend. We barely peeled ourselves away from the couch all day, we were dog-sitting Ollie and we spent the entire day snuggling and watching movies. We managed to find enough motivation to make a quick run to Starbucks to feed or afternoon coffee cravings. The night before I had been feeling a little uneasy, and the next day had brought about more laziness…”should I get a test?” I asked the Mr…Sure…why not. It was 3 o’clock in the afternoon and we waited patiently for the 2 minutes to expire before setting our eyes on the test. We both walked back into the bathroom and looked at the test together.


We looked at each other with surprise….Positive?
immediately I said I’d better take the 2nd test as a back up…I felt like I was seeing things…it couldn’t be true. We waited 2 more minutes and again walked back into the bathroom.


And so it is. I’m pregnant. We smiled, and became just a bit excited. We I squealed and told Ollie he was going to be a big brother soon. We get to hear our little babe’s heartbeat on Monday…and I couldn’t be more impatient for the weekend to come and go as quickly as possible.


30 Jan

Making: Breakfast Smoothies,  Black Bean Burgers & mini cheesy toasties
Exercising: 4 days in a row!
Eating in: Family time with Amy, kids, Mom & Dad
Eating out: @ Chili’s with Benny
Movie Time: $2 showing of Tower Heist
Sunday Morning: Coffee & Tournament Champs
Projecting: Chalkboards & photobooths
Worshiping: @ Epikos w/ the girls
Snacking: @ Alterra
Sunday night: Family time w/ AJ & J

siena house

23 Jan
 I spent Thursday night making 2 huge pots of Chicken & Wild Rice Soup. All the while praying for the mouths that would eat the soup. The next night we braved the blizzard and drove the soup over to Siena House just a few miles from our apartment. The Siena House is a local home/shelter for women & children who are trying to get back on their feet after either losing their homes or jobs.
We walked in the back door to find piles of shoes lying on the floor. As we stepped over the shoes we saw the tiny kitchen to our left and bedrooms to our right. Straight ahead was the hallway leading to the rest of the home, and a little girl, maybe 5 or 6 years old, packing clothes into her suitcase, smiling as I walked by. I smiled & said hello, she continued to pack up her clothing and returned the hello. To her, this was her normal, strangers walking through the door day in and day out, and moving from house to house. I wondered, has she ever had a place to call home, a room to call her own, a home where there aren’t new strangers moving in and out daily?  My heart broke for her. I don’t know her exact circumstances in life right now, but my heart hurt for all of the kids she represented. Who don’t have a place to call home, don’t have both a mom & dad to care for them, love them, protect them.  All of the kids, who on a Friday night, are packing their pint size suit cases, moving to different shelter week after week. The list of unfortunate circumstances could go on and on, but after that simple hello, seeing her dark little face, not even knowing her name, I was thankful for the opportunity to care for her in a small way of making a meal.
There were a total of 11 moms & 11 children staying in the Siena House that night. We were hoping to stay and help serve the meal, but our new friend Patty, who runs the kitchen, said she had it covered and didn’t need any help. So we were in & out in less than 10 minutes. As we drove home I couldn’t help but thinking about that sweet little girls face and all the children she represented. She reminds me of the little faces I saw the night we visited the orphanage in Haiti. Those little faces that smiled back and me and said, “I love you, I love you” as I tried to hug each one of them. My heart ached as I thought about them roaming the streets of Haiti with no one to protect them. The millions of children that are hurting and growing up in families without stability and the love of Jesus Christ.
Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter– when you see the naked, to clothe him, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?  Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard.  Then you will call, and the LORD will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I. “If you do away with the yoke of oppression, with the pointing finger and malicious talk,  and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday.  The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.  Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins and will raise up the age-old foundations; you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls, Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.
Isaiah 58:6-12

surprise slumber party

20 Jan

It couldn’t have been more perfect timing. It’s been a long week, lots of hours of reading and playing catch up. I was finishing up some homework, & waiting for Dan to get home. I heard the key turn in the door, and then music to my ears…little paws running on the hardwood floors. It took me a second to recognize the sound, and before I knew it Ollie was at my feet. It was the perfect start to the weekend, a slumber party with my favorite surrogate pup.

sunday morning

15 Jan

If we have been united with him like this in his death, we will certainly also be united with him in his resurrection. For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin-becuase anyone who has died has been freed from sim. But thanks be to God that, though you used to be slaves to sin, you wholeheartedly obeyed the form of teaching to which you were entrusted. You have been set free from sin and have become slaves to righteousness.
Romans 6:5-7, 17-18


18 Dec

All is well on the Fink weekend front. We had friends over for dinner on Friday, and Ollie was dropped off. Saturday I babysat the kiddies and had a surprise visit from mom & dad. I think the kids and Ollie wore me out yesterday, I was fast asleep by 9pm.

good tidings

13 Dec

Friday brought about dinner with some old friends. We ate our weight in guacamole and chimi’s and just about closed the place down with our laughter and reminiscing on old times. I’m sure our waiter was cursing us under his breath as we were the perfect def of ‘campers’ that every server hates to get. We left dinner and couldn’t wipe the smiles off our faces as we felt refreshed and energized after catching up with old friends.

After church on Sunday we finally went and picked out Christmas (our tree). Dan was convinced to buy the first tree he saw…I wanted to drag it out just a bit more and peruse through the rows of tree’s. I had grand ideas of taking pictures, shooting the perfect Christmas Tree photo-shoot. But my ill-planned outfit of a dress and tights (we went right after church) just didn’t seem to make it possible. So a stocky Balsam Fir was our final choice. We stuffed him in the back of the Elantra and headed home.

Christmas is full and thick, much bigger than our tree last year. I have a feeling we may need to purchase more ornaments to dress up Christmas so he doesn’t feel naked. We also had a minor light crises as Dan was stringing them on mr. tree. Two strands burnt out, which sent me to the store for more. After running errands for 2 hours, my last stop was Target for the lights, and just as my luck would have it they were sold out of the simple white lights. So I purchased the twinkling white lights, crossing my fingers there is a way to ‘turn off’ the twinkle. I put the lights on the tree, read the directions and failed at de-twinkling the lights.  Switch a light bulb here, switch another one there…read more directions…we are completely stumped. So much for twinkles, we are ditching them and getting more plain white lights. The tree saga continues.

In just as exciting tabloid news, we pick up Ollie this Friday. I have been practicing my pack leader voice and used all my restraint in not purchasing every last doggy treat at Target.

Just a few pics of us getting Christmas all dressed up for the big holiday.

grand plans put on hold

27 Nov

We had grand plans of getting in the Christmas spirit by getting our tree and decorating the apartment today. But that was all put on hold with a rainy day. Maybe we’ll get to it tomorrow.

Dan has been meeting with some of the high school kids on Saturday mornings to talk through questions they have on theological issues. Last week they talked about babies and heaven. This week we started with asking if Jesus died for just some people, or if he died for everyone. Then the students wanted to talk about tattoos, drinking, movies and music. So we talked, and listened and talked and listened some more, and looked up what God’s word has to say. I am seriously amazed at how these high school students are making solid decisions to follow Christ day in and day out. They are choosing to stand firm in their faith in their high schools, in their homes, and even when no one else is watching. And I’m speechless that the Lord would allow me to be able to see the growth in these students and how they are glorifying them with their lives.

And just because all posts are more fun with pictures…