Sweet On Chip: life with wife

A Day of Fleshly Failures

On Sunday, July 26, the entire universe turned against the newlywed McCollister's.

A day full of failures, with our flesh triumphing over the spirit.

Imagine such a debacle that turned me from this:

 

To this:

 

Find out as we chronicle the day that we were vanquished in Van Nuys.

A four part series.

First up, THE CHURCH.

A Day of Fleshly Failures, pt 1

On Sunday, July 26, the entire universe turned against the newlywed McCollister's, with a four-pronged attack.

We were vanquished in Van Nuys.

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1. THE CHURCH

We started out with best intentions, leaving to visit Grace Community Church in Sun Valley, CA this week.

Since they only have one service at 10:30 AM, we woke up and left in plenty of time to get there.

But Google Map's estimated time can be deceiving, because we have learned that even if you make it to the destination's general area, finding the place and allowing for parking really takes another half hour.

Battling a maze of confusing directions, we finally arrived at a large church campus on the right that we assumed was the place. So, we went through the first entrance we could find into a huge parking lot.

Vastly huge.

Because we were behind schedule timewise, immediately we began searching for the visitor's parking area, which would assure us a close, convenient spot.

Of course, we would be wrong.

Back Blogging.

Life has been crazy lately.

Yet so much has happened that we want to share here.

We're just a little back blogged at the moment.

But we plan to catch everyone up soon on recent events, including our Fourth of July adventure with our friends the Freeny's, and our trip to San Diego last week.

Until then, everyone have a great week!

Lord of the Flies: ROUND ONE

Brian here.

I have longed to share with you an ongoing battle I have had with a group of flies since moving to Burbank.

A group of them flit around a fixed space, which just happens to be the door to our stairwell.

I take these stairs everyday to school, and every time they plague me, surrounding me in a cloud of pestilence as I vow to them their destruction.

They've brought out a very dormant, maniacal side to me.

I think it really freaks Chipley out.

Stair steps keep falling overhead.

We may be in the middle of an earthquake.

As I write this, our ceiling is vibrating.

A menacing drilling noise pounds above our ceiling.

Turns out, the apartment on top of us is under renovation.

Random thoughts flow through my head.

Sounds like they're bowling strikes up there.

Is our ceiling going to cave in?

Whoops, someone bowled a spare. That's a shame.

Fee Fi Fo Fum...is the Jack and the Beanstalk giant jumping on a trampoline?

Our kitchen lights are rattling.

"That's it, I'm going up there to see what the racket is about."

So, I headed up the stairs to the apartment above us.