Hali Comes to Town

Hali is one of my good friends from U of Iowa. She came to visit me last month and we had so much fun! The best part of having visitors is having an excuse to see things we haven’t seen before. We conquered a lot in 3 days. The Freedom Trail, Sam Adams Brewery, Salem, Rockport, Harvard, Mike’s Pastries, and even a couple games of Clue!

Rockport

Rockport

Sam Adams Brewery

Sam Adams Brewery

Harvard Art Museum

Harvard Art Museum

Good Ole Clue

Good Ole Clue

What a cutie!

What a cutie!

-Chelsea

Elliot’s Legs

“Why is your suite different from everyone else’s?  Why is the bathroom huge?  And why do you have a walk-in closet?” asked a freshman floormate who lived down the hall.  It was the beginning of the year, and we were all still getting to know one another on our dorm floor.

“It’s the handicap-suite.  The shower even has a stool you can sit on,” I informed him.

“Is someone handicapped in your suite?” he asked.

I shot back, “Yeah–Elliot.”

Cautiously, he asked the obvious question: “…What does he have?!” Continue reading

Sunday Seven 6/29/14

1) It’s surprisingly hard to say, “No, sorry, that’s not in our budget right now.” Whether to friends, family, co-workers, or even your own spouse. Why is it so hard?

I had a refreshing conversation with close friends who are visiting us this August. Basically we decided that we’re all in a “scraping to get by” season of our lives and we need to be honest with each other about what we can/cannot afford while they’re in town visiting.

Honesty is best and opens the path for others to be honest with you. Continue reading

Our Poodle-Hour

(Frd) Afloat, I dropped in the histrionic doublets.  They tripped against the drops: wishing that bone-dog wasn’t reading all of that fancy literature, living vicariously through the adolescent neighborhood kids, all while being televised for the pre-adolescent mind in order to get them to purchase library cards for the price of $0 (+ late fees).  Long overdue, this twas cancelled by the death of who: literature, or the bone-dog?  Not one person knows but Mr. Peebee & Mrs. Ess.  Great Scott, you are the nicest boy I’ve met with that name–that’s why I called you “great”.

Frd’ing is a lifestyle.  Okay, here we go:

We babysat a poodle for an hour the other day.  His name is Oliver: Continue reading

Trippin’ on the Road: Day 1

Do not mistake the title of this post for a drug reference–it’s merely (and barely) a joke.

Chelsea & I moved away from our mother-geese and papa-bears to a land of books, knowledge, adventure, and the unknown: Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary, in rural-ish, swanky-ish South Hamilton, Massachusetts.  We thought that there was no better time to begin the chronicle of the rest of our lives than now: when we are faraway from our family & hometown friends.

But before we arrived at our new home…we road-tripped.  Here’s a recap of the first day: Continue reading