Company Christmas Party

Saturday night was Kyle's company Christmas party. It was the same day as graduation, so it made for a very busy day (especially since it was in Conroe), but we had a great time. It's always nice to put names with faces of people Kyle works with.

Kyle made a rookie mistake by asking a male co-worker to take our picture, and I made a rookie mistake by not specifically asking Kyle to get one of his female co-workers to take the picture. You can't see much of my skirt, but it was shiny and a little poofy (my 2 favorite things).

Now that graduation is over(I'll post pictures after my family sends them to me, hint hint)and we've moved into our new duplex and been able to pull out a few Christmas decorations, it's starting to feel more like Christmas. And even more so after getting our present to each other last night.

So close it hurts

I am now in the home stretch- only 9 days until graduation!!!!! I am so excited to be graduating, and I can't believe how fast this semester has gone by. I expected it to drag along, but these past few months especially have really flown.

I only have 2 finals, and I can't imagine having more. Even with only having 2, I'm finding it hard to get motivated to study. I also started looking for jobs this week. I know, I know, I said a while back I was going to sub for a semester, and that's not completely out of the realm of possibility (especially if no one else wants to hire me, ha), but I at least want to try to find something else.

What kind of job? Well, that's the interesting part. I'm not really sure. I'd like to do something where I'm working with people, and/or writing and editing. So I'm kind of looking for stuff in the marketing/HR/PR/writing/editing field. Does that narrow it down?

With such a cloudy idea of what I want to do, it's been confusing to even know where to begin. I've been hoping that I'll just know it when I see it. I went to the A&M Career Center yesterday, and I was really impressed with their office. The lady I talked to, who works specifically with Liberal Arts majors, gave me some good ideas of where to look, as well as some tips on my resume.

She also gave me a handout called, "What kinds of jobs can I get with an English major?" Some of the suggestions were painfully obvious like "teacher" and "freelance writer," but there were several that were more, shall we say, "non-traditional." Here are some of my favorites:

• Church Youth Program Director
• FBI Agent
• Peace Corps Administrator or Trainer
• Radio & TV Broadcaster
• U.S. Military Officer

I had no idea I was qualified for such adventurous tasks. Better go work on my push-ups.

What's in a Name?

It happened again.

The other day I called a realtor about a duplex for rent, and after getting some basic detail about the place, he asked for my name and number to call me back to set up an appointment. It went something like this:

"What's your name?"
"Lindsay."
"Last name?"
"Newcomer."
"Um, well, uh, ok, but what's your last name?"
"Newcomer."
(He seems to need some help).
"My last name IS Newcomer."
"Oh! Well, ha! That's funny! I thought you meant you were a newcomer to the community or something! Haha!"
(fake chuckles)."Yes, many people make that mistake."

It doesn't really annoy me when people do this, but I just don't really understand the confusion. I of course am aware that newcomer is an actual word, but do new people really ever introduce themselves as newcomer right after saying their first name? I moved around a fair amount growing up, and as a Thurman, I never introduced myself as "Hi, I'm Lindsay. Newcomer." Maybe at the most my parents said something like, "We're the Thurmans, and we're newcomers to Houston."

Am I crazy? Has anyone ever introduced themselves at a new place with "newcomer" directly following their name? If you have, please stop. It's my name, not yours. Just kidding.

23

I turned the big 2-3 yesterday. What happens when you're 23, you may ask. Well, no one seems to be sure, but Kyle pointed out that it is a prime number, which I think makes it edgy. It can only mean that good things are in store for this year.

One of the highlights of my birthday was having my sister-in-law, Kara, come visit this past weekend. We'd been promising her a good time if she would just come see us, and she finally gave in, making her our first overnight guest.

Kara, I know you're going to hate me for putting this picture up, but it's too representative of our weekend together not to. Look how pretty my present from Kyle is! He got it gift wrapped and everything! So you can understand our excitement.

A jewelry box!

Thanks, Honey! I had mentioned awhile back that I would like a new jewelry box, because the one I had was a fake one (the box that bath salts came in several Christmases ago). Guess he was paying attention!

As a point of reference, this is my former jewelry box. =(

Sunday night Kyle took me out to Luigi's, a new cute little restaurant in town, and this weekend the celebration is going to continue with a few of our good friends. I originally thought having a birthday on Monday would be a drag, but it just makes for a good excuse to celebrate TWO weekends!

Thanks to everyone for all the presents, phone calls, emails, and Facebook messages. I felt very loved!

"When the Dixie Train comes down the track, everyone gets off."

That's what Flannery O'Connor said about William Faulkner. After reading several short stories and 1 of Faulkner's novels (Light in August), I must agree. Light in August was actually a pretty good story, but my beef(s) with Faulkner are 1)he gives his characters all similar sounding names, and 2) he should reduce the novel/short stories by about a fourth. There was a Burden, Byron Bunch, Burch, and a Brown all in the same novel, as well as 2 Joes. Yikes. Burch and Bunch were supposed to sound alike to fit into the plot of the story, but come on, dude, give us a break. I had to keep flipping back and forth to remember which B word fit each person. Faulkner also likes to include lots and lots of side stories within other side stories, which ultimately fit into the main story. Or do they? I keep finding myself asking, did we really need to know about this SIDE CHARACTER's lineage? I give it 3.5 stars.

After taking our midterm on Faulkner, my next assignment for lit class was to read All the King's Men, by Robert Penn Warren. I was really excited to read this one because I'm originally from Louisiana (the novel is about a corrupt politician in LA and his assistant), and because I really liked the movie version that came out in 2006.

I actually just finished the book today, and I must say that it is the best thing I have read in a really long time (it's up there with To Kill a Mockingbird). When Kyle and I saw the movie last year, we didn't know that it was originally a book, and now I kinda wish I could've read the book first. I haven't seen the movie in a while, so I can't give too many comments on how they differ, but our friend Haley wrote a review that gives a great outline of the plot and characters, as well as movie info.

I agree with her that the movie did a pretty good job of relaying the book, but the movie ending is really incomplete. There is a lot in the end of the book that the movie doesn't tell you, and ironically, it's (in my opinion) possibly the best part of the book. I feel like you can walk away from the book feeling a little lighter about the story, although I definitely wouldn't call it a feel-good. Certainly thought provoking though. I give it 5 stars, and highly recommend it to anyone, especially people interested in law and politics. I say that loosely because I'm not really that interested in law or politics, but I still found the book really entertaining. It is also an interesting time to read this book because one of the main campaign platforms of Willie Stark is providing universal health care (for LA), and even though this book is set in the 1930's, it looks like that same issue may drive the 2008 election...

Happy (Belated) Birthday, Kyle

I was reading Lindsey's blog yesterday, and it reminded me that I never blogged about Kyle's birthday, and everyone knows that if you don't blog about an event, then it OBVIOUSLY wasn't really that important to you, right? =)

Kyle's birthday is October 8, and today is October 19. I'm a bit late, but I have a good reason. I was enduring the Columbus Day Massacre on Kyle's actual birthday. I woke him up at 2:30 am not to wish him a happy birthday, but to tell him that I was in the worst pain of my life. I then proceeded to vomit and do ungirly things for the next 48 hours, nothing short of a trip to the ER at from 4:00-7:30am on, you guessed it, his birthday.

There's nothing like having your spouse take care of you when you're (REALLY) sick to remind you how wonderful marriage really is, and what unconditional love really looks like. Kyle only got a couple hours sleep that night, not because he was sick, but because he was sitting beside me, trying to comfort me the best he could in my agony (this was by far the worst kind of sick I have ever been). He took the day off work to be able to go to the pharmacy and make sure that I was staying hydrated and didn't get dizzy. He even skipped his softball game that night, which is a BIG sacrifice, as he loves his softball team very much.

October 8th was supposed to be a day all about him, and it ended up being a day all about me. I am always amazed by how gentle and gracious Kyle is, and he is the least selfish person I have ever met. After our 2 years of being together, I still stop during the day in awe that such a wonderful man would have chosen to marry me (of all people!)

Happy Birthday, Baby. I love you so much, and I will try really, really hard not to ever get sick on your birthday again. =)

An Intern No More

Today was my last day as the writing intern for Mays Business School. Hooray! It is a student worker position, so I knew I would be leaving in December when I graduated (or they would kick me out), so after thinking about it, I decided to push up my resignation time by a couple months.

Some of you know that I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome (think mono), and for some reason, the fall seems to be the worst time of year for it. I don't really know why- I think it could be because summers are usually more low key, so school is always an unpleasant surprise. But anyway, I've been feeling more worn out lately, and since I can't get rid of school and I don't want to get rid of my friends, I decided work was the thing to go. =)

This whole fall-tiredness thing usually gets better in November, so I thought of staying with my job until graduation, but then I realized that this may be the last time in my life where I have the option of slowing down- whether it be because I have a job in the "real world," or I have kiddos to chase around. So, I thought I should enjoy it. =)

My boss threw me a little party today, which I thought was really sweet. The head boss even got me balloons! I was a little tickled because the balloons and card had "Graduation" on them, so it was like a pre-graduation party. (I guess they don't have sorry-that-you're-quitting ballons). I'm really glad that I had this opportunity to broaden my writing skills, and I'm reallyreally glad to now have a little more free time.

Dallas Weekend

I was so busy with school last week that I never got to write about our fun weekend in Dallas.

We saw my RUF friend Caleb Bell marry Laura Cherry.

Caleb caught the garter last year at our wedding, so we felt that we were perhaps the most important guests there... without us, the wedding would not have existed. I'm mostly kidding of course, BUT Caleb and Laura weren't yet dating (at least officially) when he caught our garter. We reminded him of this at his wedding, and he told us that catching our garter made him think, "Hey, I REALLY want to get married!" after which, he returned to Seattle and stepped it up a notch with Laura. The rest is history.

Our good friends Sarah and Jeremy Mollenkopf had their baby girl Abagail Grace September 15, which worked out great for us, because we were already planning a trip to Dallas. Thanks for saving us some gas money, Abagail. =)

She is so sweet and beautiful, looking a lot like her mama. It seems impossible for a then 1 week old to have smiled at us, but I promise she did!

It was such a good weekend to catch up with old friends! This weekend we are enjoying a quiet evening at home, rejoicing that the Aggies BTHO Baylor. Whoop! (whew).

Bling Bling

Last Friday I got my Aggie Ring! It felt like I would NEVER get it! I feel like a real Aggie now, and somehow more of an adult, but not sure why. =)

I got up early Friday morning to go get my ring ticket. I got there at 7:15 when the doors opened, but I wasn't the first one there. People had camped out the night before all around the Association of Former Students building! So, I think it's only fair that they got their ring an hour sooner.

I went to class and work, and then Kyle met me on campus around 2:00 for all the festivities. We had yell practice and free snow cones and sausage on a stick (only the classiest for us Aggies). Then at 4:00, the magic happened.

The ring lady had Kyle present me my ring.

Behold the power of an Aggie ring.

The Search is Over

This morning we officially joined... First Baptist Bryan! We are very excited to have ended our church hunt and to start getting plugged in to a new church home. When we were "presented" to the congregation, Pastor Tim, or Brother Tim (I am officially Baptist now) said, "This is Kyle and Lindsay Newcomer," and everyone started chuckling. We are newcomers to the church. Our name is Newcomer. This joke doesn't bother me in the slightest, but I also have only had to hear it for 1 year, as opposed to 27 for poor Kyle. Maybe I'll be a "true" Newcomer when I get tired of the joke. But for now, I see it as a nice icebreaker. =)

It feels pretty strange to be joining such a big church, but we feel like it is the best place for us. Every week we go there, I feel kind of intimidated to walk into such a big place. I think, "What are we doing here? We aren't 'big church people.'" But every week I am humbled and refreshed to learn that although the music and order of worship is very different, the Gospel is just as sweet and just as true as it has been since the beginning of time. I really like Pastor Tim, both as a person and a preacher, and whenever he starts his sermon, I feel back at home and reminded that these people are not so different from me.

A funny thing about going to a church with 2,000 people is that while there are tons of people you don't know, there are also lots of people that you do know, often from really random places. I think we've been to FBC 5 times now, and I've seen 3 high school friends, 3 former classmates, the salesman that always waits on me from the Honda dealership, Kyle's great aunt, my sweetmate from freshman year, a teacher I used to tutor for, and a couple from a church we visited last summer. Weird, huh? I can't wait to see who else we run into!

We're not sure how exactly we're going to be involved in the church yet. All of the community groups in the church are going to be studying 40 Days of Community, which will be held in different people's homes. We met a really sweet couple at church last week who is hosting a group, so we signed up to be with them. We're a little bummed because it turns out that the Bible study is on the same night as Kyle's softball games, but the community group doesn't start until October, so we'll at least catch the first few games. We haven't settled on a Sunday school class, but we'll probably join the young married's class. And I'm sure that we'll volunteer for the nursery, but I think we have to do some sort of "class" before we can start that. We could be weirdos after all.

Please pray for us as we try to find ways to become involved in our new church. Thanks to all of you who have been praying for our church hunt!

Baby Steven's Birthday

Yesterday my nephew turned 1! I can't believe how fast he is growing up! He has changed so much, especially in the last 2 or 3 months. He's started walking, hugging people, giving "five," and he even reached for me to hold him once or twice this weekend-a MAJOR highlight for an aunt! =)

We came in to Houston Friday night and had a great time with Laura and Charlton, and then Saturday we played with Steven and got ready for his cowboy-themed birthday party. I'll only put up a few pictures, but check Laura's blog over the next couple days for the full shebang.

His crown said, "Baby's 1st Birthday."

I was thinking after the party about how rare it is to go to a birthday party where you actually remember the person's birth, but I remember Steven's so clearly! It's hard to believe that at the same time of his party LAST year, we were anxiously waiting in the hospital room, wondering how much he would weigh, how long he would be, how much hair...

Happy Birthday, Stevie! We love you!

The Beginning of the End

Monday marked my last first day of school. Very exciting! It is really hard to believe that this is my last semester of college. Today I found myself thinking how next semester I'll order my books ahead of time (I HATE the textbook-buying process), and I have to remind myself that there will be no next semester!

All of my classes look like they are going to be pretty interesting. I'm taking interpersonal communication, where I will learn how to be everyone's favorite person; history of western dress, where I will learn how and why people dressed the way they did in olden days; and life and literature of the American South, where my love for the South will continue to blossom.

I can already tell that southern lit will be my favorite. The prof, Dr. Clarke, came to class yesterday dressed in a blue and white pinstriped suit. He has a very deep laugh, and made several references to how Jack Daniels has changed his life. He reminds me of Dustin Hoffman in Stranger than Fiction, but a little older and friendlier. Kyle is pretty sure that he had Dr. Clarke when he was at A&M, and he remembers Dr. Clarke telling the class that he was giving whiskey up for lent, which seems to fit his present Jack Daniels comments. Ah, it's nice to meet a consistent person.

We are going to read a pretty wide range of authors, kicking the semester off with Faulkner, which will be nice to get out of the way, as he is nobody's favorite. Then on to Robert Penn Warren, Tennessee Williams, Walker Percy, and various short stories by writers such as Flannery O' Connor and Eudora Welty. I have a pretty good feeling that I will be blogging about lots of happenings and discussions from this class, but for today, I will leave you with Dr. Clarke's reasoning for why there are no dates on our syllabus:

"Northerners live by the clock; Southerners live by the rhythm of the season."

Here's to a good semester.

Car Switcharoo

Yesterday marked an important day: I got a new car. Kyle and I decided to switch cars, so it's not new per se, but it is to me. Kyle's new job is a little farther than his old one, and since they encourage workers to take a lunch break instead of working through like Kyle used to (we're not sure why), he's been coming home for lunch, meaning that he's been using a lot more gas lately. Kyle's car only takes premium gas (it's a bit snobby), so we decided that he should start driving my 2002 Honda Civic since it gets GREAT gas mileage. I grabbed my parking pass, sunglasses, and CDs and started life with my "new" 2002 Volkswagen Jetta.

This is a little sad for me, as my Honda was my first and only car. My grandma bought it for me when I was 17, and it holds lots of good memories. But the Jetta isn't without its memories as well. Driving around in it today, I was thinking about when Kyle and I first started dating and how we drove all around Houston in it. I say the first part of our relationship because once we were more serious, we started taking my car- I'm telling you, Hondas get reallyreally good gas mileage, and Houston is a big city. And maybe I'm crazy, but it has a "Kyle" smell.

And for those of you who aren't sentimentally inclined, the Jetta has a few more perks.
1) My Honda was a 2-door, and switching to a 4-door somehow makes me feel more distinguished and mature.

2) The gas cap is attached to the tank by a wire, ensuring that one can never lose it. This may not seem like much to the untrained eye, but shortly after I got my Honda, I lost the gas cap. I was getting gas and forgot to put the cap back on. I drove away and quickly realized this, and went back and got it, but someone must have run over it (or I could have run over it) and it wouldn't stay back on. My very wise mother told me I had to buy myself a new one because I would be less likely to forget than if she bought me one. This is just one example of how insightful my mom is because that $22 for a stupid gas cap has kept me aware at the pump the rest of my driving life.

3) The interior is black. I'm not sure why this is a perk, especially since it may make it hotter, but it looks "sleeker." My Honda's interior is beige, and it shows dirt and spots really easily.

We're having a hard time figuring out how to refer to our cars. I used to say "my car" for the Honda, and "your car" for the Jetta, and Kyle would do the same, but now that system just isn't efficient. "Do you mean your former car, or my former car?" "The Honda?" So we have resulted to using the generic terms of "Honda" and "Jetta." You may call it boring, but we call it smart.

Filling the Pages

Sometimes it's hard to think of something to write about. This week, I am writing a final paper for my internship class. When I took my job as a writing intern last March, my boss told me that the last intern was able to get class credit for for the job, so I should check with my adviser. This has been such a blessing because I was able to count my job as a 3-hour credit internship, which saved me from having to take an another "fun" elective this summer. I say "fun" mockingly because I often find electives harder and more boring than core classes. I wish they would just let me take more English classes.

So this summer I registered for a 10-week internship class where I had to write 15 journals about my daily experiences, and then a final 8-10 page paper about my overall experience and how it relates to what I've learned in college. I have finished all the journals, and I'm now on page 4 of the final paper. So now what am I doing? Procrastinating by writing a blog. I guess there is some irony in avoiding writing by turning to another form of writing, but sometimes you just get desperate for a "productive" distraction.

It always amuses me when I have a hard time writing for my classes because I am paid to be a writer for my job. It seems like if writing is your job, and in my case my most marketable skill as an English major, you would think it would come somewhat naturally, and even be fun. Not always the case, my friends.

No matter how much time I spend writing, I still find myself having lots of writer's block, lack of new "strategies," and the same haunting grammar and spelling mistakes. It's hard to switch from my writing style at work to writing for school. Writing for work is all about news writing: concise, attention catching, and informative. Writing for school seems to call for more commentary and opinion, and guiding the teacher into understanding my thoughts. The most practical difference of course is the length. My news briefs are supposed to be 200-500 words, depending on the importance of the story, whereas school assignments are several pages long. You don't have time to explain your reasoning to news readers.

I almost always interview someone for my articles at work, so it's like getting lots of little facts and then piecing them altogether in (hopefully) an interesting way. With this paper, it's all about my experience and thoughts. It feels like it should be so easy since there are very few guidelines, but I guess I'm someone who needs lots of direction. It makes me think of Anne of Green Gables when Marilla tells Anne that she should continue go to college.

"Marilla, I feel like someone has handed me the moon, and I don't know what to do with it."

I know this paper should be so, so easy, especially compared to some of the other assignments I've had to tackle, but I guess it has me stumped a little. I'll stop complaining and get back to writing.

The Plan

Several people have been asking what our plans are after I graduate in December. After a lot of thinking and praying, we have decided to stay in College Station for a while longer. I guess the best way to explain our decision is to explain what we had originally hoped to do.

Our plan when we got married was to stay in College Station until I finished school and then look for a Baptist church for Kyle to pastor. We started looking for open churches back in the spring, but there weren't any Reformed Baptist churches needing a senior pastor, and most are too small to need an associate or assistant pastor. Southern Baptist churches were kinda out of question because they are "scared" of Kyle because he went to a Presbyterian seminary, and we are both members of a Presbyterian church.

About a month ago, we were having lunch with our friend Chris Peterson from church who knew of a drafting job opening up at an engineering company and encouraged Kyle to apply. Kyle applied for the job, was interviewed and hired, and started his first day this past Monday at Bleyl & Associates in Bryan.

We were kinda disappointing that there were no pastoring jobs, but it seems as though God has closed the door to the pastorate for the time being as there are no open churches. Bleyl offers a better salary and great benefits, so although it wasn't exactly what we were praying for, it is still very exciting, and a great answer to prayer. Our lease is up in December, so our tentative plan is to sign a 9 month lease in January at an apartment/duplex, putting us here until September 2008 (doesn't that seem like a long time off?!)

Another major decision we've made in the last month is to change churches. During our college years Kyle and I both were/are members of Westminster Presbyterian in Bryan, but at the end of our engagement, we decided that maybe we should look for a Baptist church to join since 1) we are Baptist, and 2) Kyle wants to pastor a Baptist church someday. So last summer we looked around at several Baptist churches (and one non-denominational church), but felt like we had too many differences. So we ended up back at Westminster PCA.

We had such a wonderful year at Westminster, and have felt so blessed by the leadership and the people there. It is where we have made some of our very best friends, so it is really hard to leave, but we feel like it is the right thing to do.

It's hard to explain to people why we are leaving because when it comes down to it, we don't really want to leave. But over the past couple months, we have started feeling called to join/minister to a Baptist church. I'm not really one to use the phrase "God's calling me to..." very often- mostly because I'm always worried that it's just something that I've made up on my own and am attaching God's name to it so people will leave me alone about my decision, but that is really the only way I know to describe our decision to change churches.

Last summer, we chose Westminster because we felt it was the strongest, most sound, and most Biblical church in the BCS area. That feeling hasn't changed.

We're not leaving because we've found something wrong with the church, or been offended by something that happened, but rather because we feel called to help encourage healthy growth at another church.

Westminster is already set up with a strong session of deacons, elders, and pastors, who are very dedicated to following God's word and leading the flock, even when times and pressures are very hard. Although no church is ever "too full" of leaders and teachers, we feel that Kyle's teaching gifts might be needed more somewhere else.

Kyle and I briefly threw around the idea of planting a Reformed Baptist church in CS. We were talking to our good friend Jeremy Mollenkopf about that, and he said (very politely), "College Station doesn't need anymore baptist churches. They just need people to help the ones they've already got."

This was several months ago, but I've come back to that statement over and over again. It's really helped me think about the fact that God doesn't draw us to corporate worship only to be ministered to ourselves, but also in order to minister to others. And at this point, Kyle and I feel like our ministry is in a Baptist church in BCS.

We haven't picked a church yet, though between this summer and last summer we've attended about 10 different churches. Please pray for us as it's very hard to go to a church that is not your church family.

As far as my career plans after graduation, I'm not really sure. Honestly, I thought we would be moving to a different city in January, so I wasn't really anticipating having to look for a job until after the move. I like my part time job that I'm at now, but they like to keep it as a student worker position, so I won't be able to stay there. I've gotten interested in teaching (yes, again), but I'm expecting it to be rather difficult to find a teaching job in January, especially since I'm not certified (meaning I can only teach in private schools). So, I'm planning on taking the job hunting slow, and most likely substitute teaching in the spring. This doesn't really excite me, but since when is work exciting?

The New Pink

A couple weeks ago, my good friend Jamison sent me a group email with the subject line "Tomorrow's the big day!" The email announced that she was going to be induced the next day to have precious baby Isaac, and asking everyone to pray that things would go smoothly.

I found myself very distracted at work the rest of the day, wondering what Isaac would look like, and being nervous/excited for Jamison and Andrew. And I started thinking about how only a year ago, I was sending tons of emails to the florist, the pianist, bridesmaids, photographer, etc. with the same type subject line: All about the big day. The big day is coming! Gotta get ready for the big day! And so forth.

But I of course, was referring to my wedding.

That started me thinking about how my wedding day seems to pale in comparison to Isaac being born. Let me just say before everyone thinks I hate my husband that my wedding day is the most cherished day of my life. For years I dreamed of the man I would marry, but I never knew that I would actually find him, let alone that he would be as wonderful as Kyle. Once I met Kyle and started to have feelings for him, I tried to not like him because I was sure that he would never care for someone like me. Our first year of marriage has been the sweetest, strongest, and "funnest" year of my life, and while some cynics would say that those feelings will fade as the years go by, I am so looking forward to even the "boring" times of our marriage.

That being said, my point is that the preparations you do for a wedding don't really have anything to do with the actual marriage. The flowers, the dress, and the programs are very important for the sentimental reasons, but they really don't have anything to do with the actual marriage. I knew this as a bride, but it didn't change the fact that I wanted my wedding to be beautiful. (I actually think brides have to be crazy about their weddings because they need a distraction to help the days go by faster).

Everything stressful about a wedding goes away as soon as you get into the getaway car. A baby, however, continues to be stressful and important, even more so after the big day of birth. The things that you do to prepare for a baby has a permanent solution and a permanent reward.

I was talking to Kyle about this, and he made the point that I'm not weird to think this (whew!). Our entire culture has been more and more focused on babies over the past few years. Between Suri, Apple, and Violet, the tabloids have been covered with pregnant celebrities and their millionaire babies.

Kyle also made the point that people have gotten more interested in babies because they actually last, while their mommy's marriages... don't. Babies can't go away- they are permanent no matter how flat a marriage may go. People are more interested in Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise's baby than their relationship because TomKat could end at any moment. Their baby however, will keep getting bigger, cuter, more spoiled, and more interesting as the years go by.

I had a professor a couple semesters ago talk about how sick he was of Hollywood making such a fuss over babies. I think his statement was something like, "Is this the first time people have seen a pregnant woman?!" I think it's true that it is a little disturbing how the media has started treating people's babies as entertainment and trophies, but I am glad that at least people are starting to value children more.

And for those curious cats out there who may associate a post about babies with a certain announcement of my own: there is none. But nice try. =)

Saturday Roadtrip

Last Saturday, Kyle and I got bored. This hardly ever happens (probably because we're such exciting people), but summer can sometimes do that to you. When we went to Brenham a few weeks ago, we drove through Independence and passed the Antique Rose Emporium and the Texas Baptist Historical Museum. We made a mental note and decided that we would go back sometime. So, Saturday afternoon we hopped in our car and drove our way to entertainment.

Independence Baptist church is 1 of the 4 oldest Baptist churches in Texas, but it is the only one still active. Sam Houston went to that church and was baptized there, ooooo.

Outside the church- It was started in 1853.

Fire and brimstone (especially appropriate in a Westminster shirt).

The garden was really quiet and peaceful. I thought there would be more people walking around, or at least the owners would, but we were pretty much left to ourselves to walk around.

A little red chapel

Kyle by the manly cactus

A friendly tin man (heart included) on the yellow brick road

There was a beautiful gazebo covered with roses and ivy.

We had such a good time! It's a fun little trip- only about 35 minutes from College Station. We also found a plantation there that gives tours, but they were closed when we were there. Guess we'll just have to go back!

8 Random Things About My Husband

My sister tagged Kyle and I to list 8 random things about ourselves, but because Newcomers are crafty, we decided to write 8 random things about each other. So here we go; drum roll please:

1. Kyle absolutely despises toothpaste. He says that it makes him nauseous, but I remind him that it's psychological. Try as I may, I cannot convince Kyle that meticulous dental care is necessary, even if I buy the "good" toothpaste. Don't get me wrong- he does brush his teeth, but let's just say that he's a little wary of going to the dentist. (He hasn't been in about 3 years).
   
2. Kyle is rather musical. Everyone knows that he is a connoisseur of music selection, but he can also play the piano, guitar, trumpet, and the trombone. From the ages of 12 to 18, Kyle's mom traumatized him and his siblings when she had him lead worship with his brother and sister, with Kyle as the lead trumpet player. Kyle also has a nice singing voice, even though he would never admit it.
   
3. Anyone who has ever met Kyle knows that he LOVES dogs, but what most people don't know is that Kyle once had a cat. (I only found this out last week!) The Newcomer family adopted a stray cat that they named Jasper, but it ran away after only a week or so. It probably sensed that they were really dog people at heart.
   
4. Kyle is very domestic. He loves to cook, and I would say he cooks at least half of our meals every week (It's not a set rule or anything; it just usually ends up that way). He likes to create his own version of recipes, and they always turn out really good. He concentrates really hard when he makes something, and as a result, never burns anything and the dish always comes out looking pretty. He also does a good bit of cleaning around our apartment. He doesn't like cleaning near as much as cooking, but he does it because he knows it makes me veryvery happy.
   
5. When Kyle was a baby, he had ingrown toenails. I think this may be the most random thing of all. Who knew that babies could get those?! His mom says that he got them from his shoes, so one of her tips to young moms is to let their babies go barefoot.
   
6. During our engagement, Kyle was finishing his last year of seminary in Philly and he decided to get a job his last semester. He worked at a chimney sweep place called Chimney Cricket. Need I say more? He was a file clerk, and he actually only worked there a couple weeks because the hours turned out to be too tough with school. So he took a job as a security guard at a mansion, which could be a whole list of random bullet points in itself.
7. I am happy to be able to say that my husband likes Gilmore Girls. He joyfully watches it on DVD with me, and he used to watch the current episodes even when we were apart during our engagement. (We were one of those cutesy couples that discussed it over the phone). Not only does he like the show, but I've heard him defend it to a group of guys. =)
8. My favorite story about Kyle (ok, so it's not "random" but it's great, trust me) happened when he was in Kindergarten. He went to a small Christian school in Northwest Houston where his mom also taught. One winter morning his mom made him wear his hand-me-down jacket to school. Kyle hated this jacket and fought and fought with Karen about it, but she of course won. Kyle started the school day pouting and angry. Somehow he was left alone for a minute in the classroom (big mistake). Kyle, still in a fit of anger and frustration, decided to pull the fire alarm just for kicks. The alarm went off and the whole school exited the building. Hmmm, maybe that's why the Newcomers started homeschooling...