Jan 31, 2010

The Master's Voice

Frustrated.  Weary.  Upset.  Tired.
Describe the way you feel about your job, relationship, or current place in life?
Oh, there is no shame in that!  Shame comes from one place, and that is certainly not from our Heavenly Father.
For whatever reason, I feel like the Lord is going to lead some people to this post that would say, "Yes, one of those words perfectly describes my emotion at the moment."


I have something very wonderful to tell you.  There is a Voice that removes that emotion from this place in your life.


Don't think for one second that Jesus doesn't long desperately to speak directly to you this morning.  He promises us that His sheep hear and know His voice.


Here is what to do.
-Go to a place that suits you for having a quiet conversation with a friend.  Your room, a coffee shop, a porch.
-Take a notebook and a pen or your laptop.  You will need to write.
-Praise the Lord.  We enter into His presence with thanksgiving and praise.
-When you feel Him surround you, begin to write or type out your questions, emotions, and thoughts down with Him there.  Ask him to speak to you.
-At some point, you'll notice that it's not just you that is writing.  Your questions will start to have answers surface in your thoughts.  You will write something out that speaks directly into your situation that you never would've thought of on your own.


This very morning, I needed encouragement.  I was feeling weary this morning of the place that I am in.


I began the process.  I began to type on my computer, "Lord, I long for your Presence to come and bring peace and encouragement into my heart and sole."  It was funny.  I typed "sole" when I had intended to type "soul".  I wasn't sure why, but I felt like I should just leave it.


I typed for a while longer, and the Lord reminded me of a word that I had received at church.  I felt like I was supposed to go back and listen to it.  I did.  I had forgotten a lot of what the Lord had said in that Word.


I listened to the cd of the word, and there was a section of the word that was totally devoted to my feet.  "The sole of your foot."  That particular section of the word happened to be exactly what I needed to hear this morning.  It was perfect.  It was my Jesus, right when I needed Him, reminding me that He was with me and knows exactly where I am in His plan and purpose for my life.


See, you are not alone.  Struggle is a part of our Christian life (just ask any pastor or read the lives of the Disciples), but we have a Master of our walk who longs to speak life and encouragement to us.


Will you listen for His voice this morning?  Will you hear his words over you?  (His song over you?  He is your Heavenly Father, who sings over you too.)


[If you get blessed by this, bless us back with your story.  Jess and I love stories, and your story might encourage someone else.  Shoot us an email]
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Jan 27, 2010

::: The Winners :::

The winners of their very own Fight Like a Girl book are:
1. Jennifer Tully
2. Kassi Zuerner

Congratulations girls! I will be getting in contact with you so I can send those books your way!

So the top BBQ places in Texas, according to the Top of the Hills blog readers are:

1. Rudy's with 3 votes --- especially the one in Austin
2. Goode Company - my personal favorite, so far!
3. Valley Ranch BBQ - with two votes
4. Cooper's BBQ in Llano - Chris's all-time favorite - way to go Kassi
5. JB's BBG
6. Sleighton's in Colorado Springs (this is not in Texas :) )
7. Bartley's
8. Country Tavern ( Kilgore, TX - one of Texas's top 50 - thanks Travis )
9. Salt Lick (Austin)
10. County Line

I think one day we should all eat BBQ together. That would make me very happy!

One day I will win a BBQ competition and blog about it. It will be awesome.


I think all of you are awesome, and I am looking forward to our next giveaway - whenever that might be!

Jan 26, 2010

SHFP: First Book Giveaway EVER & John Nash

John Nash is a massive overall wearing, toothless, handlebar mustache bearing, former welder for my dad, who got hit with a beer truck and got paid millions of dollars. And sometimes he brings lunch to the office.

John Nash tells stories of his past that make you roll on the floor with laughter and hysterically cry in sympathy at the same time.

John Nash cannot drive through the southern part of Louisiana because one time he got beat up in a bar then proceeded to tear the whole place down. Fortunately for him the judge of the town also owned the bar, so instead of going to jail John made a custom bar for the judge. He may or may not have seriously injured / killed people there. No one really knows.

His hands are so muscular that yours hand cannot even wrap around his when you give him a good handshake.

Several years ago John Nash came to work for my Dad in the Rig Up Yard. John Nash found Jesus while standing outside the bible study my Dad has on Friday mornings. He could not go in because the soul in him was so lost, but he heard the WORD through the door and Jesus found HIM. It was awesome and completely transformed him and life and his wife.

John Nash does not work my Dad anymore, but he is like family and visits quiet often. Today John Nash brought made from scratch corn bread and collard greens. My mom and I have never in our entire life eaten collard greens, so when John found that out he was completely appalled and set out to remedy our desperate situation.

I am not going to lie, we were a little scared to eat them. But man oh man were they good!!!
I am pretty sure John Nash is the next Julia Childs. I am also pretty sure he could host his own show on the food network, "How to survive in the wild after you have been released from prison and have no work - Gourmet Style".

The way John Nash talks about BBQ makes my little oh heart go pitter patter. Makes me want to show up on his front door step with a cooler full of meat. I need to learn his ways. I asked for his dry rub recipe and you would have thought I had slapped him in the face.

Anyways, we LOVE John Nash - my dream is to dress him up in red coveralls with a Santa hat and have him ride around in our red drilling rig in the yard and take a picture for our next company Christmas Card. Wish I had a picture to show you... He is like a Texan Santa bearing gifts of BBQ.

The point: He brought lunch today and man was it good!

Another point: I am hosting the first Hill blog book giveaway today! I am giving away TWO copies of Fight Like a Girl by Lisa Bevere --- you can click on that link to see a blog I wrote about this book a long time ago.

It is one of my favorite books about being a woman and understanding what that actually means!

How to win? In the comments section tell me where your favorite place to eat BBQ is OR What you like most about being a girl.

(both are important questions).

Boys you can most certainly enter to win this book for the special lady in your life, you can just answer the bbq question.

Winners will be chosen and announced tomorrow at 3:00. You can post until noon tomorrow!

much love,
Jess

Jan 24, 2010

Guest Blog: "AP"

You are moments away from reading The Top of The Hills very first guest blog.

I know, the suspense must simply be murderous at the moment, but I feel morally obligated to introduce the wonderful woman who will be our Inaugural Guest Blogger.

Patricia Cathcart is my Aunt.  She is not only a woman that I respect a great deal for her keen intellect, her awesome work in the not-for-profit realm, and skills as a Grammarian (Aunt Pat definitely proofed about a ton of papers for Heritage and I growing up.), but a woman that I love a great deal as my dear "AP".   She is my Dad's big sister, a mean Scrabble player, and a really cool woman if I may say so myself.

Her writing below is an excerpt from an email conversation that we had the other day - the subject of which should be fairly apparent from her response.  I felt that I would be a complete fool to not share it with the rest of you, because it is funny, educational, and carries some excellent points on social commentary and manners.  Enjoy!




"Since you asked, I will weigh in on the email thanks. I actually think its fine. This generation, your generation, is living life electronically in lots of ways. I can’t imagine that any of your friends or family would be offended that a thank you came via email. I was not. It is really the thought that counts. And email is fast and convenient and the way of the world. It allows us to keep up and stay in touch and requires so much less of us. There in lies the rub—it requires so much less of us. There are things that make me really sad about communication via email.


1) I can remember when I was in school, and even afterwards when I lived away from home as a newlywed, looking forward each day to opening the mail box. The great days were when there would be a letter from Grandmother Hill or Dorothy or a good friend from home, or a funny card—something other than a bill. Grandmother always put $5 in her letters and I always needed it! I guess now we look forward to reading our email, but somehow it’s not the same. When someone writes a letter there is a sense of preparation, of purpose, of thoughtfulness that is lost with an email. (Not criticizing you here, just commenting on the process.) You have to select the paper, the pen, find the address and a stamp, and put the finished project in the mail. With email, the preparation is lost.

2) As is the end product. I spent a couple of weeks at my cabin last summer and took the boxes your mom and dad had sealed up for me of the pictures and mementos that I had taken to the ranch for folks to look through. For some reason, there was a box of my personal mementos from junior high and high school. A trip down memory lane! In the box, along with dried corsages and dance cards (I’ll explain what those are if you don’t know!) and football ribbons, were some cards and letters I had saved. There were three or four letters from Grandmother Hill—one that had been sent to me on my birthday in Dallas. It was so dear. And at the bottom of the letter, baby brother Todd had scribbled his name and some other indecipherable words. I guess he had been with her and wanted to share in the task. There was also a telegram that Daddy had sent me on my 16th birthday when I was in Corpus Christi on a trip with the Rainbow Girls (I can explain that later, too!). It was a telegram, not in his own writing, and a poem, so probably not even his own words, but I had saved it because it was the only time he ever wrote me. There were also some old annuals with notes from friends telling me how much they loved me. I can’t even remember who some of them are now, but they wrote in my annual what a neat girl I was.

The point is, as I’m sure you can see by now, that you can keep a letter or a card if you want to, if for some reason it is special. The sentiment is no more real or heart-felt, but it is durable. It can be brought out years later and serve to remind us of things that are important in our lives—like your blog, only tangible evidence.

3) The worst part about email to me is the downward spiral that the writing skills of the next generation (my grandchildren) and those that follow are taking because of electronic communication. I was thrilled to see your blog and witness what excellent writers you and Jessica are. Texting (and I’ve climbed up on my soapbox now) is, in my opinion, going to be the downfall of written communication. I hope that there will still be English teachers that know enough and care enough to train students to write, and parents who know good grammar and insist on it from their children, but I’m really concerned. When u rite in text-speak and emoticons and u r not reading good literature and u r never seeing or using proper writing skills, how can u ever learn enuf proper English to pass it down to ur own kids? My grands are smart kiddos, but when I proof their papers I am genuinely appalled at how little they are being taught about the English language and what is being accepted as written work. When I see billboards and read newspapers and see magazine ads that misuse grammar and punctuation and incorrect spelling, I am appalled and saddened! The same people that scream that English is our native language and should be universally accepted as such need to get a grip and learn how to read, write and speak it or it will be gone in a heartbeat!

4) The final thing I will say is this (and probably what makes me the saddest). I think that it can be argued that cell phones and emailing and texting, with all their convenience, are, on a certain level, making us grow farther apart, not closer together. And good manners seem to have gone by the wayside. I see young mothers (my own girls included) talking on their cell phones while their children are in the car with them, texting in church or the movie or at the dinner table. (Cell phones ring at church, in the movie, at a funeral for God’s sake! This is certainly on my top ten list! Leave the dang thing in the car!) Can’t whatever it is wait a few minutes so that they can give undivided attention to their children—not to mention their driving! I was behind a woman in the grocery store the other day who talked on the phone the entire time she shopped and checked out, two children in the basket being totally ignored and wreaking havoc of which she seemed totally unaware. That’s just wrong on so many levels!

So, don’t get me wrong. I love my I-phone and my laptop. I am grateful for the convenience they provide and use them all day everyday. But when I have lunch with a friend or dinner with my family or sit in church or a movie or meeting, I turn them off. I try to “be here now in love” and give my love and attention to whatever I’m doing at the time. This is what I’m afraid is being lost.

Now, very little of that has to do with your question. Sorry I got so keyed up. The short, more acceptable answer is: “I think email thank yous are fine, even great! I just hope we don’t forget that once in a while, what we have to say may be important enough to write it down!
 

AP

PS. I was also thrilled to see that you keep m-w open. A dictionary is a great tool!

PPS. “Jessica’s and my blog” or “our blog”. No such word as “I’s”.

Jan 23, 2010

Dependence and Control

Nine years and a month ago today my Uncle Kirk died from cancer.

I was a freshman in High School. Every stable thing in my life was no longer stable. Everything I depended on was no longer dependable. Who I was as a person was changing and it seemed like there was nothing I could do about it.

The six months leading up to the death of my Uncle Kirk had cast me into the murky waters of the world. The morally murky waters that High School likes to serve in pretty crystal goblets disguising it as an appetizing and satisfying drink. I had managed to only hold that crystal goblet that first semester of High School. The temptation to drink it was not strong inside of me, then. But, as life goes things happen that can drastically alter who you are as a person. And the death of my Uncle Kirk was one of those tragic things that altered me.

I had always been a goody-two-shoes type of person. I always followed at the rules. I liked rules. I believed in rules. Rules helped me define who I was. I was a rule follower. I was successful in the rule-based system I was in. I believed in good. I believed in making good choices. But, as Uncle Kirk was dying of cancer that first semester of High School and my world, as I knew it was crumbling around me. My idea of good and safe was dying with him.

Making bad choices does not happen in one moment or one choice. The ability or willingness to make a bad choice builds up in you over time. You slowly justify what you know is bad over a period of time until you convince yourself that it is a good bad choice.

Ya know what my first bad choice was, as my world was falling apart? I purposefully and knowingly, completely aware of the consequences, allowed myself to fall in love with and let my boyfriend at the time have my heart. I knew it was stupid, but I did it out of a sense of rebellion to what was going in my life at the time. I alone had control of my heart, so I gave it away – in a metaphorical sense. Nothing changed physically or emotionally in our relationship, I just decided to depend on my boyfriend for my happiness. Note that – I decided to. Knowingly. Willingly.

The consequences were bad, really bad. Not one month after I had made the decision to depend on my boyfriend for all of my happiness, he broke up with me on AOL instant messenger. He had kissed another girl. I found out from a different girl who was there. It was High School.

I was devastated, heartbroken, and empty. Not because my love for the guy was super real or deep, but because I had given him control of my heart and was depending on him for all my happiness.

I did not turn to Jesus; instead I decided that I had to get control back. I went on a quest of looking good and being popular. I had no joy. I had no happiness. I had no control. Looking good and being popular then became what I depended on for everything. It was not fun, and I made a lot of not very good decisions.
But, I would still sit in my bed at night with my bible on my lap searching for Jesus. Every time I needed Him he would show up. He graciously started showing me that my dependence was in things, people, and ideas that were all empty and could not give me anything. He graciously started showing me that He alone could give me joy in the morning when I most struggled with life. Over a period of two years God wooed me back to Him.

The first semester of my junior year I was still living a luke warm life. I had one foot in the door of living life for Jesus and one foot still in the door of being popular, partying, and being utterly selfish. I got caught lying to my parents, and then that changed everything again.

My Dad looked at me and told me he was “disappointed” in the choices I was making. THAT was worse than anything I had been through up until that point. It was harsh, but it was true. THAT was when I started to take a serious look at my life, and I started making good decisions about it.

I knew that I had to change friend groups for my life to take the turn that it desperately needed. It took four months for me to do that. It was extremely lonely and I was accused of judging my friends for what they did. What they did not understand was that I was judging myself for what I was doing. In those four months Jesus radically showed up in my life and opened my eyes to see that I could just have Him and be happy and satisfied. I could be satisfied and talk to no one on the phone. I could be satisfied and stay at home. I could be truly joyful in the arms of my Savior as a seventeen year-old.

The spring of my junior year my Young Life leader asked me to be a freshman Young Life leader. I could not believe it because freshman young life leaders were really awesome people, which meant he thought I was a really awesome person. I knew that in order to be a freshman Young Life leader that I could no longer attend any more parties. I had to live a life above reproach. I knew that my old friends would not be happy about that, but I knew it was something that I absolutely had to do. I did it, and it changed my life and me forever. It was a little gift from Jesus to help me make the full jump to His side of the fence.

This little story is part of my journey to living a life vulnerably dependent on Jesus for everything. It was my first glimpse into the freedom of giving up my control over my life and depending on Him. Depending on Jesus for EVERYTING.

Jan 20, 2010

Blood Blog

An email came into my mailbox at work on 1/11/2010.  The greeting to it reads,


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Good afternoon, previous Blood Donor,".
 
 
I don't really think that you can have any concept of what it means that I, Christopher Carl Hill, am  a "previous Blood Donor".  One of the most vivid, traumatic, and awful of my collegiate memories involves giving blood at A&M my Freshman year.
 
Today, as with the two other times that I have previously donated at work, was thankfully nothing like that awful day in the Commons area at A&M, but it did bear with it some creepy differences that each of us experiences while giving this life giving gift:
 
-Answering potentially awkward (and definitely some weird) questions about your life experiences.  (No, I don't have hep, thank you very much...mad cow either - I'll leave that to Nancy Pelosi, but that's neither here nor there.)
 
-Having someone that you don't know from Adam poke your finger to make you bleed (iron test), take your temperature, your pulse, and BP.
 
-Having yet another total stranger walk you over with a mess of tubes, plastic bags, and other medical paraphenalia to a folding, padded, mat where you will spend the next 10-30 mins on your back with a needle in your arm.
 
-Experiencing the - hopefully albeit momentary - terror of that total stranger stick a needle into your vein.  Terror for a number of reasons to different people...My terror involves the thought of the stranger missing the vein and having to go for "prick" two or three.
 
-Feeling the odd argument between your brain and your body about whether or not to kick in the fight or flight insticts due to the fact that your life blood is exiting your corpus....This is definitely the weirdest experience/feeling to me.
 
 
 
Everyone experiences those things in some way, shape, or form.  To some, they are not as bothersome as to others.  Thankfully, few experience what I did one time while giving blood at A&M.  The short version is that these two hags they had administering the blood drive missed my vein twice (once in each arm), berated me for having small veins (which is crap...I'm an athlete with large veins), and then proceeded to crack disturbing, sexual jokes about a "small vein".  I was mortified by the entire experience.  I never donated blood in college again.
 
After graduating, it came to my attention that they have blood drives here at COP on a quarterly basis.  After I saw a number of my collegues walking around with the cool, webbing/tape stuff that they put on your arm after you donate, I decided to face my fears and go for it again.
 
Thankfully, all of the GC Regional people are extremely professional.  Today, my "blood taker" for lack of the professional term was named Ryan.  He was AWESOME, super polite, and served several years in the marines.  I have now donated four times, and plan to continue embracing my fears each quarter for the duration of my time here in Houston.
 
 
 
That, folks, is my Blood Blog.  Random, yes. 
 
Mr. Hill
 

Jan 15, 2010

Self

Yesterday I received a letter in the mail that I had written to myself as a Senior in High School.   My teacher had saved it for six years and then remembered to send them to us.

It contained mostly things that I wished would happen during college and the friends that I wanted to keep in touch with, most of which are still really close to me.   Nothing really note worthy except this one little thing.

In the very middle of the letter I tell myself, "You better still be a size two, and if you are not then go on a diet." 
-love my 18 year old self.  

Chris and I died laughing.  He was like well at least you were an honest 18 year old, and you had your priorities straight.  HA.

I did put on my size two jeans this morning, but somehow I am just not the same size two that I was in high school.....

Blog Editing Update:  Yes the blog has changed, but this will not be the permanent look.  I just needed to change it to something more pleasing to the eye until I can make it look like I want!

Jan 13, 2010

Please excuse the edits

I am attempting [this is the key word] to edit and spruce up the blog at the moment.  

I do not really know what I am doing, but please hang with us until I make it look pretty!

Love Jess.


I Am No Man

Growing up as the oldest sister of three brothers I always wanted to be the toughest out of all of them.  I wanted to run faster, hit harder, and be smarter than all boys.   I was no tomboy mind you.  I was dressed in pink with plenty of ribbons to match with an American Girl doll in one hand and a toy gun with my name burned onto it in the other.

I made boys cry in kindergarten because I would not play house with them.   I would not befriend the boy whose favorite color was pink because that was my color and I would not share.   I was a girl's girl and yet I wanted all the benefits of being a boy too.   I was deeply offended to find out if a boy that I thought to be a friend had a crush on me.  How dare he!  When we would play wrestle mania on Saturday mornings I would be on the bottom of the pile dressed in my latest pink ensemble.  When we would play army with our toy guns I was always the General calling the battle plans.  When Luke, at the tender age of 5, was getting beaten up by some of our soccer playing neighbors I rushed out to save him without a doubt in my mind that I could take on any boy.   That summer we even formed gangs against the little boys who beat Luke up and their older brothers who tried to beat me up.  Needless to say I had quite the following.   In Junior High I had all the boys so mentally convinced that I was stronger than they were that I was still winning arm wrestling matches in Texas History - adorned in all Limited Too accessories, of course!

I wanted to prove that I was as good at doing boy stuff as I was at doing girl stuff.   It was deeply ingrained in my brain.   I have absolutely no idea where that came from.   Yet, at the same time my womanly instincts were so strong.   I was always the Mama Bear watching out for everyone, and making sure everyone was well taken care of a safe.   I have always been super feminine and nurturing.  I have always wanted to be a wife and a mother more than anything else.   My nails were always painted to match my outfit - ALWAYS.  I could cook at age ten.

Ya know what?  The world always made me feel guilty about wanting to be a wife and a mother; I felt guilty for being such a girl.  Why?  Because the world hates what is good.  Because the world hates it when we know who we are in Christ.   I am definitely not saying that being a woman is only being a wife and mother, and if it were then it would still be an honor, but I am saying is that a war has been waged on femininity and its consequences are scary.   I have come to realize that what I can offer in a career, a job, in provision is something completely and equally awesome as the men - it is just totally different.  I can offer my femininity, and I have learned that there is nothing wrong with that.   God has created me to be a wife and one day be a mother, and He has also created me to contribute to this world in lots of other ways.  I can be the most excellent in whatever field or practice God has called me too, even if it filled with men or not.  It was not until college that I really understood that God made me to be a woman and that is what He wanted me to be.  I do not have to feel guilty for that.   God made women because the world needs to know their perspective, the world needs to know their beauty, and the world needs their softness and femininity.

Can women still be strong leaders with strong personalities?  Absolutely!  Will there be some men that are threatened by that? Absolutely!  But, it is when we truly know who we are in God when we can look at those men who might be threatened by us and not be affected by them.   When you are confident in who you are because of Jesus Christ then other peoples insecurity will not have an effect on you.  You might even be able to encourage that man who is threatened by you that he is still valuable and his skills are still needed.   You just have something to offer too and that is ok!

I am still learning this.  I am still in the shallow end in this area, but I know it is true.  I also know that Jesus is waiting for me to dive into the deep so I can fully understand who He wants me to be.   It is no small thing to get up in the morning and say to yourself that you are needed and God has purposed you to be YOU!  It is a HUGE thing, and the enemy wants you to have no part of it.   We women have something super awesome to offer.   It is something different and new, not better and in place of men, but in addition to so that the picture is complete.

We gotta Fight Like A Girl

I will leave you with this scene from The Return of the King by J.R. Tolkein:
[ unfortunately it will not let me embed the video into this blog, but please click over to youtube and watch it]

I am no man


[I am so thankful for all those people out there who post crazy stuff on youtube so I can use it in my blog. Thanks, people.]


LOVE,
Jess

p.s. - I just, for the first time ever, bought the new sharpie pen.  One for me and one for my Boss Dad.  We are both very excited and feel that it has added quality to our lives.

Jan 9, 2010

The Excited List

The top ten things that make Mr. Hill exuberant at the behest of our friend, Travis Bearden...


This is so much harder than making "The Angry List".  A couple of differences are obvious to me as I begin to try and think through this list - These are in order of importance, there are many more things in life that make me excited in life than make me upset, and trying to describe the emotion that rises up at the thought of these things is beyond me.


1) My Jesus.  This is not here as cliche.  I am who I am because of Him.  He is my love.
2) My Wife.  Again, not cliche, simply true.  She is my partner in everything that I do.  My life would be completely awful without her.  Watching her be who she is enthralling.
3) The thought of being a father.  No, we have no kids on the way, nor any plans for them currently, but I have wanted to be a dad since I was little.  The honor and privilege it will be to be a daddy is beyond my words. 
4) Having the opportunity to be a blessing by the direction of the Holy Spirit.  Be it giving, encouraging someone, or teaching.  I am alive for these moments.
5) People.  I love people.  I love being around them, talking to them, watching them.  People.
6)My G Puppy.  Cutest and smartest ever.  No debate.

7)The Diamond H Ranch.  I proposed to my wife, learned how to bass fish, shot my first big deer, bled and sweat, grew in Jesus, learned to build fence, and generally became a man on that piece of land.  It is very dear to me.  

8)Sports.  I love playing sports.  I love watching sports.  I love sports - especially Aggie Sports and playing basketball.  My wife probably questions my sanity with how excited I get at the thought of playing basketball.

9)Nike and Ralph Lauren clothes.  They fit right.  They make me really excited.  Undoubtedly, Nike makes the coolest sport apparel.  Period.  It is the best, and it makes me happy.

10)Music.  I don't even want to be honest about how much memory on this Macbook is taken up by music.  I also do not want to be honest about how much money I have spent in  my life on music.  It is likely disgusting.

11) Ten just wasn't enough for this list...Cowboy Boots.  The way they smell when they come out of the box.  How dependable they are.  How good they look.  How versatile they are.  The world should wear boots.





I love my little wife, her pretty red shoes, and how well she fits in my arms.






Jan 8, 2010

Jess is back
























Hi everyone,

I have finally returned from a long period of no blogging. A period of time where I did not have any good excuses for not blogging other than it was the holidays and for some reason my blogger took off from Thanksgiving to Christmas without telling me. Thankfully I have wrestled that blogger of mine back into commitment with reality and she is finally ready to share her life, heart, ramblings, and what-not with the world.

Really, what I think happened was that I had several really deep blogs in late October / early November that I really wanted to write, and then I chickened out and convinced myself that I should not share such things on the inter-webs. For some reason that one decision made my blogger go on vacation. I think it has something to do with the fact that God has called me to be vulnerable with the world, and when I refuse to be vulnerable He shuts off all my creativity.

Do you like how I started off explaining why I didn't really know why I stopped blogging and then ended up just really telling you? I think the part of me that wants to be real is starting to get stronger than the part of me that wants to be politically correct. Mmm...


Well regardless, here I am and today I want to talk about PIZZA.

The first meal Chris ever bought me, when he sternly sat me down and told me he just wanted to be friends until God forced us to date, was pizza. Brick oven made pizza at Blue Baker in College Station. I can remember it like it was yesterday. Mmmm....

That whole story of me and Chris shall be saved for a different time, because today I want to talk about how Pizza is one of the foundations of our relationship.

Neither of us can resist pizza. We have no checks and balances on pizza at all. I want Mexican all the time, but Chris doesn't. Chris wants fried chicken strips all the time, and I don't. I could go on, but you get the point. Pizza is the one thing that neither of us has any restraint on whatsoever. We love it. It emotionally bonds us together every time we eat it. We know we should feel guilty about it, but we absolutely do not.

We love gourmet pizza like organic Pizza Fusion. We love frozen pizza like Digiorno's. We love take out pizza like Papa John's. Finally, we love homemade pizza that I make :).

There is just something about that crispy and chewy crust, and the stringy cheese, and the sauce, and the toppings. MMM..... For us Hill's it just completely revitalizes us and strengthens our relationship. It is safe and comfortable. Pizza creates that atmosphere that you are both escaping from life for just a moment to enjoy something both you love.

For Christmas I got a pizza stone from Williams & Sonoma and last night I tried it out.


That's it right there in all it's new glory. I must tell you people that the pizza stone made the crust of our pizza SO crispy on bottom and SO soft and chewy in the middle. Chris was in heaven.

During the first football season of our marriage when the Cowboys played I would make homemade pizza, and Chris and I would sit on the couch and snuggle and I would inevitably fall asleep. It was awesome - except for the fact that my crust was always soggy. That problem has been solved with this awesome new pizza stone!!!


This is the sauce that I use for make pizzas with. Usually I get the "pizza sauce" but our HEB was out. It is awesome and totally makes a difference.

Here is the pizza pre baking. MMMM.....



And, finally here is the pizza after it is done. Chris likes his crispy on top. I have to say this was the best pizza I have made yet, and let me tell you I have made lots!


Here is our sweet Giada girl sleeping during the Pizza making process. She loves pizza because she sometimes gets to eat the crust!


Last night we were babysitting Jack the Great Dane, Luke and Mikala's dog, and I found these two sleeping on the same bed. They are super silly but they love each other and they love pizza, even though one is much bigger than the other - kind of like me and Chris.

Jan 3, 2010

The Angry List

The top ten things that make Mr. Hill upset at the behest of our friend, Julie Prothro...


Introduction:
So this weekend was basically awesome.  One of my best friends in the world got engaged to a woman who is totally perfect for him.  We started not only a new year, but a new decade.  We had a huge engagement/New Year's party for the soon to be Sloan family, and had something in the neighborhood of 30 people at our house.  Lots of friends spent the night, a bunch spent a second, and the two married couples spent a third.  I'm not good enough with the English language to describe how much fun we had with everyone.


Good food, good drink, lots of dominoes, good puppies, fireworks, 4-wheeling, music...the list goes on and on.


Thank you friends.




How "The Angry List" came to be...So we watched a lot of College Football this weekend.
(Let's be honest, there was a lot of good football to watch, so it wasn't hard to do.)


We're watching the end of the ECU & Arkansas game (which was awesome), playing some 42, and lo and behold the game goes into overtime.  I love the way that the NCAA does overtime.  It is awesome.  I think this to myself and make a comment about how I, conversely, hate the way the the NFL does overtime, and how it makes me really angry.


Julie and I tee-off on the subject for a bit, and then she asks for my list of things that make me angry...I must say, it was an interesting thought for me.  I don't really have things that I consciously think about that are "pet-peeves", and for the most part I don't get angry or upset very easily or often.


However, after some thought, I pulled these together in no particular order.  (I hope you get a good laugh or two out of these, Jules.)


-People who won't admit that they don't know what "behest" means when it's a key term in the title of this blog...Don't make me upset, click the link at the top and learn something.

-While driving, people who come to a near complete stop before turning right make me upset.  There is no need for you to do 1 mph to make a right hand turn.  No need.
-Gun Control.
-Legalistic people.
-While driving, people who (especially on a two-lane road) pull out in front of you, requiring you to slam on the brakes, then go several miles under the speed limit when there was no one coming behind you for at least a mile.  This generally makes me want to throw things.
-People who order a steak (especially a nice one) cooked anything more than medium.  This is freaking sacrilegious.  As a cowboy, as a Texan, as a freaking human being, I implore you to never do this again.  Oh, and if it's a nice steak restaurant, medium is really, really pushing it.
-When I go to a nice restaurant and get a table next to the kitchen.  This table should not exist.  No really, it just should not exist.
-Red light cameras on roads with a speed limit above 40 - that is just wrong.
-Guys who don't pick up their freaking towel in the locker room.  You're a dad-gum grown man, and that is pathetic.  It makes me wonder what your house looks like.  Gosh.
-People who, when playing pickup basketball games, intentionally foul you after you've squarely beat them to the bucket.  That makes me really, really angry.  I consider it cheating, and it makes me want to throw people, not just things.


I hope you've gotten a kick out of my little list.  Personally, I find it totally ironic that I'm so delighted and pleased from the weekend, but I just wrote a blog about things that make me upset.  This is comical.


Blissful, delighted, happy, joyful, joyous, pleased, satisfied, and generally tickled pink; I finish this weekend,


Mr. Hill