Sophia Elizabeth Sharpstene

So, we are the absolute worst aunt and uncle on the planet. Almost 4 weeks ago my sister Rachel gave birth to a daughter, Sophia, and we have neglected to post a word about it. What the H!? I only have a few pictures of her so far but the best one has her momma in it so we’re going to go with that one :)


Rachel, Matt and Sophia are all doing well (especially since it’s been four weeks at this point). We went over to see them yesterday and took turns holding Sophia while she slept. One of our first bonding moments was when she ripped one louder than I’ve ever heard a baby do so before. It was truly impressive. :lol: And if the sound weren’t bad enough, it smelled so foul that even the dogs were uncomfortable and I seriously thought Brook was going to start dry-heaving.

Sophia, you truly are a little stinker and we love you very much!

Oxford, finally.

So, you know how sometimes something will just get dragged on forever and then by the time it gets here all the shiny-newness of it has worn off? This might be one of those times. Almost 2 months have passed since we left for our Europe trip and I’m just now posting the remaining story bits. There’s just too much to post about the entire trip and definitely too much for me to hold in my brain these past 6 weeks, so I’m going to go the cheap route and just throw a whole bunch of media stuffs at you.

But first a brief update on the last post about Brook’s blue foot. Thankfully it is neither that blue nor swollen any longer. She is still limping around the house, mostly working from home and keeping it elevated as much as I can make her. There is still a good amount of bruising but a daily regimen of ice is helping that to go away. It will probably be months before she’s back to 100%. On-line shopping has been a God-send this Christmas and the store shopping that we had to do consisted of me driving her to a place and then leaving her in the car and grabbing whatever we needed. She seriously cannot walk unassisted. Please keep her in your prayers.

OK, back to the trip. At the end of the last post we were on the train to Oxford. My first taste of Oxford was rainy, but delicious. Beautiful buildings, friendly people and the feeling that I wasn’t quite smart enough to be there. :) The history is palpable as you walk down the streets among buildings that have been there for almost 1000 years. One of the highlights of the trip was climbing St. Mary’s Tower. A spiral staircase perhaps 30 inches across and endless curving skyward brought you to one of the best views in Oxford. Claustrophobics take note: there is two-way foot traffic on this stairwell. If you encountered someone coming in the opposite direction you had no choice but to get a little friendly with them as you squeezed past each other. With no end in sight, the walls started closing in about half-way up. The videos below were taken from the four sides of the tower.



Other awesome highlights of Oxford included a visit to the Pitt Rivers Museum where we saw cool dinosaur skeletons and a for-real mummy. It was crazy.

This is not a mummy. It’s a dinosaur.

We also went to the evening service at Christ’s Church and then snuck up to get a peek at the Dining Hall (It was the one used in the Harry Potter movies!)
This is the ceiling of Christ’s Church. It was amazing.
Hogwarts.


Video of the not-so-sneakiness, and getting pwned by the cafeteria lady.
Our Audi A1 right-hand drive rental. It seriously wigged me out for the first hour.

OK so that’s the short version of Oxford. We spent 4 awesome days there and we can’t wait to go back! I thought I was going to wrap up the Europe trip in this one post but I just can’t do it… Up next, at some point, will come a blitzkrieg review of our trip through Germany. Peace homeses.

My Fat Blue Foot


We had a lovely visit in Richmond last week for Thanksgiving and when I wasn’t visiting with the family or pigging out on ham and yams, I was scouring the black friday ads to plan my big shopping trip for the next day. Chris was such a trooper, getting up with me at 5am and packing up our stuff to go out and hit the malls. We actually had the game plan to get all our shopping done that day. I came down the steps of Kent and Dene’s new house with my arms fully loaded (pillow, Vera Bradley Duffle, purse, basket with make-up and such) and in the darkness of the wee hours of the morning, I thought I had reached the downstairs – THUMP!!! Nope, I more step apparently, and I landed on my ankle. There I was just wiggling around on the floor in pain and Chris ran right over to see what was wrong. I knew something was seriously wrong, I was crying and in a lot of pain despite the fact that I have a pretty high pain tolerance. Chris and Kent helped me into the car, I couldn’t put any weight on it. Chris took me to the ER and they Xrayed it and confirmed it was a bad sprain. I would later find out that I had actually torn at least one of my tendons. That is why the foot is so fat with blood. Here is a look at my beautiful foot – it needs it own zip code. It is so gross. They said I probably won’t be back to normal for a few months but hopefully the swelling should go down in the next week or two. Folks, if you are ever in my position, turn on a light and make several trips – it’s not worth it!

A Prayer of Thanksgiving


Can I just say how much I love my church ? We get the church newsletter and I wanted to share the feature related to being thankful to prevent bitterness – very appropriate with turkey day just around the corner…

Dear Saints of newhope,

Back during the dark days of 1929, a group of ministers in the Northeast, all graduates of the Boston School of Theology, gathered to discuss how they should conduct their Thanksgiving Sunday services. Things were about as bad as they could get, with no sign of relief. The bread lines were depressingly long, the stock market had plummeted, and the term Great Depression seemed an apt description for the mood of the country. The pastors thought they should only lightly touch upon the subject of Thanksgiving in deference to the human misery all about them. After all, what was there to be thankful for during times such as these?

However, it was Dr. William L. Stiger, pastor of a large congregation in the city that rallied the group. This was not the time, he suggested, to give mere passing mention to Thanksgiving, just the opposite. This was the time for the nation to get matters in perspective and thank God for blessings always present, but perhaps suppressed due to intense hardship.

I suggest to you that these ministers struck upon something incredibly significant. The most intense moments of thankfulness are not found in times of plenty, but when difficulties abound. Think of the Pilgrims that first Thanksgiving. Half their number dead, men without a country, but still there was thanksgiving to God! Their gratitude was not for something, but in someone! It was that same sense of gratitude that lead Abraham Lincoln to formally establish the first Thanksgiving Day in the midst of national civil war, when the butcher’s list of casualties seemed to have no end and the very nation struggled for survival.

Perhaps in your own life, right now, there is intense hardship. You are experiencing your own personal Great Depression. Why should you be thankful this day? May I suggest one big reason?

We must learn to be thankful or we will become bitter! Even the mention of the word conjures up a particular look upon the face of a bitter person. This is a person who is constantly unsatisfied with their life. Nothing makes them happy and they purposely make life miserable not only for themselves, but also for those who have the misfortune of being around them. The bitter person becomes absorbed with the question of “why me?” He/she feels that they have been short-changed. There is nothing sadder, in my opinion, than a terminally bitter person. Thanksgiving is the very best practice to prevent bitterness.

Dr. Jim Moore, is a Christian author and pastor of a large and effective church in Houston, Texas. Several years ago he wrote a little book that perhaps some of you have seen entitled, “You Can Get Bitter or You Can Get Better.” He told the story of a twenty-six-year-old woman in his congregation, whose husband died in a horrible accident. The man’s tractor brushed up against a hot electric wire and killed him instantly. Now, here she was, with three children, insufficient money, and hopes dashed.

As the local newspapers and television networks covered this awful story, they quoted the widow as saying, “I don’t know what I am going to do without him,” she sobbed. “But I do know what my choices are. I can get bitter or I can get better. I am turning to God and the church so that I can get better.”

She underscored a universal truth. When trouble slams us, we do have choices. Thanksgiving rolls around every year to encourage us to choose Thanksgiving! It is the perfect biblical prescription to avoid terminal bitterness.

London

Hey folks! It’s hard to believe that it’s been over four weeks since we set out on our trek across Europe. It’s even harder to believe that we’ve been back for two weeks without a post about the trip!

The best way I can describe London is… it’s like New York, except everyone is nice and everything is clean. :)

Arriving in London was a blur. We boarded our plane at 6pm in Raleigh and landed in London at 7am. We arrived poorly rested (Brook more so than I, as I was able to get some sleep) and had to find our way to our hotel via Tube train(s) and then managed to get lost once we walked out of the tube station in Paddington. We eventually found our hotel thanks to an encounter with an old man out for his morning stroll who was the perfect example of an old English gentleman: spit spot, etc. It was my first taste of culture shock, but I liked it! Much to our surprise/relief our hotel room was actually ready at 9am! We checked in, and collapsed in the room for a bit. It was only supposed to be a 30-minute catnap… we awoke a few hours later and forced ourselves out to do some sight-seeing :) Enter the Big Red Bus! One ticket, 24-hrs of travel around London. It was all we could muster just to get on the bus, let alone get off the bus and do some walking, so we rode it around the entire loop. The bus had a live narrator and it went literally everywhere. I think we rode it for like 3 hours!

That night I got to experience my first pub! … and my first (and last) beer critique of the trip. We walked into the pub and I gazed across the taps and didn’t recognize a single thing, save for one beer: Blue Moon. So, my request of “one Blue Moon, please” was met with “You Americans!”. Gripes! Clearly that was not going to fly. I had the bartender give my a few shots of the local ales and settled on a Fullers ESB. Delish! For the next two weeks I abandoned all things familiar and embraced whatever the local culture had to offer. That night we had probably the best Indian food I’ve ever had. Apparently the best Indian is in England, who knew?!

Tuesday morning we set out to actually visit all the places that we rode by on Monday. Starting with a trip to the London Dungeon! A 90 minute trip through the dark parts of London’s history: the plague, the great fire, Jack the Ripper, medical advances (each surgeon was given a quota of cadavers), etc. It was gory, gross, and a lot of fun! After the dungeon we hopped the aforementioned Big Red Bus to the Tower of London. Home place of the crown jewels, an armory containing all matter of weaponry and suits of armor from kings like Henry VIII and…. you know, the others. Tower of London is also the place where a good number of Henry’s wives were beheaded. Kinda gruesome but, kinda cool.


At Tower of London!

From the tower we took a cruise on the River Thames down to the London Eye. The largest, awesomest ferris wheel that you’ll ever see. You only get one trip around but it takes about 30 minutes so you get great views of the city. It was awesome.

“Look kids, Big Ben… Parliament”
The Eye
Going Up!


Tuesday night we met up with one of Brook’s friends from her MBA program and had dinner at a tapas bar that was two or three Tube trains away. Getting there was an adventure but the food and wine were well worth the journey. Wednesday we were hopping a train to Oxford but not before having an (almost) proper English breakfast consisting of eggs, sausage, toast, tomatoes, some kinda giant mushroom thing, and baked beans(?!). I say “almost” because I omitted the black pudding per Brook’s advice. Black pudding consists of …. well the odd bits of sheep that don’t get used anywhere else. Black pudding is the bologna of puddings. I’ll pass!

Wednesday marked my first experience with travel by rail, and also brought about a quick lesson-learned. I absolutely cannot sit in the rear-facing seats on a train. As soon as we started pulling out of the station a wave of nausea hit me worse than I’ve ever felt on an airplane. It was like head-down-eyes-closed-breathe-slowly-do-not-talk-to-me bad. Thankfully, at the first stop some people got out and we were able to find forward-facing seats. We arrived in Oxford an hour-or-so later, but, that’s where this post ends! Oxford post coming soon!