Casa de Helwig

No, this post is not about the Age of Reason (sorry to disappoint you Chad). It is rather an enlightenment of the recent stirrings of our lives.

First, I apologize for my lack of contribution to this post through updates and pictures of the daily strivings in the Helwig home. It is my hope that I can provide a brief, but enlightening portrayal of our recent escapades in order of most recent to the long forgotten.

So far this weekend, Chad and I have had a mediocre dinner at a local restaurant in San Angelo with our good friends Slade and Laura Cozart. It was followed by a trip to Cold Stone for some yummy ice cream and conversation riddled with life altering subjects and serious laughter. Yesterday, we also enjoyed a beginners level tennis match (without score keeping). To give you an insight into how this came to pass I will recreate the dialogue that occurred:

Chad: I am going to go play basketball. Where’s my basketball?

Heather: I was thinking about playing tennis. What do you think?

Chad: That sounds like a good idea.

Heather: We have some tennis rackets in the closet.

Chad: Where’s my basketball?

Heather: These aren’t the tennis rackets I thought we had.

Chad: I guess we need to make a trip to Academy.

So, $95 later we walked out of Academy with 2 tennis rackets, a bag of tennis balls, and of course, a basketball. Oh, I can’t forget that we also brought the football along in case Chad ran into some guys that he could ditch me for to toss around the football with.

Last weekend we went to Dallas to attend the wedding of Joel Gallegos and Robin Rankin. It was a beautiful wedding. Chad was actually more enamored (as any male would be) with the history of First Baptist Dallas that with the wedding. It is interesting to note that there was a time period of a hundred years in which there were only 2 consecutive pastors. It is dissappointing at times to look at the history of churches and compare them to our churches now where a pastor may be a any one church for less than 5 years. At First Baptist Dallas I believe their were 3 or 4 pastors from around 1990-2000 (a 10 year span).

Furthermore, we spent an extra day in Dallas and met up with my friends Beth and Lori to explore the championed Ikea. Chad and I were actually disappointed. It did not present itself as the heralded store of low prices and functionality we have so very often heard about. We did purchase a few items, but were disappointed that we were disappointed in the much anticipated shopping extravaganza we “needed” to experience. All in all, it was okay. Much of the items were very modern and far from comfortable and inviting. I appreciate the patience of my wonderful husband for enduring a day with 3 shopping women (he even acquiesced to lunch at La Madaleine- a very feminine restaurant).

I have gotten to the point in the update where the rest in long forgotten. I have added a few pictures from previous showers (mostly in a effort to show my mom) with this post and maybe some random ones as well.

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* WPG2 Plugin Not Validated * Graduation
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Where can you throw your money and know that you will often get a better return and never lose any cash? Books.

Long ago a man named Bobby Cox planted this seed in my cortex for consideration. After several years and mucho dinero, I’m truly convinced that books are the ultimate investment.

If YOU actually read the book you buy, hopefully it has shaped your thinking, given birth to new thoughts, enhanced your writing skills, expanded your vocabulary, challenged firm ideas, deepened convictions, etcetera. If you do NOT read the book (or even if you do) and passed it on, it then serves the same functions for someone else. All of the benefits reaped from reading have the potential to be life altering, and thus are potentially world changing. (Note: The selection of books [like stocks] is VERY important, but good can be gleaned from bad books [unlike stocks!] as well.) The only catch (and you know that there is always a catch) is that it must be read by SOMEONE!

To conclude this little blurb, I will let Desiderius Erasmus bid you ado with these parting words, “When I get a little money I buy books; and if any is left I buy food and clothes.”

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Disclaimer: My mother would probably argue (perhaps unsuccessfully Mom?) the entire thrust of this blog.