Pictures and Explanations

In honor of our closing on Friday, here are some badly-taken pictures of our house. I don't have photography skills or a very good camera, so you'll just have to take what you can get here.

This is most of the front of the house. With some snow.

This is sort of what you see when you walk in the front door. You're standing in a living room, which looks like...

this. As seen from the loft/landing you could see in the previous picture. That room is the office, which looks like...

this. This, of course, is the second level of the house, where our bedroom and a couple of other bedrooms (one is currently the "box room," and the other is YOUR ROOM!) are located.

And because I told my mom I would send a picture of our new-to-us dining table...

here it is, all Thanksgivinged up. Note the Norman Rockwell turkey (purchased fully-cooked at Honeybaked Ham because I don't so much love raw meat) and my father-in-law about to rip into it with great zeal. The people to the left of Daniel are some new friends from church.

Around the corner from the dining room is the kitchen -- sorry, I don't have any pictures of that one yet. It looks like a kitchen. And then there's a family room, which looks a little something like...

this. Except there are couches that you can't see here because, again, I am a bad photographer. And that's Daniel playing Guitar Hero.

Then downstairs there's a basement with another bedroom/bathroom (YOUR ROOM??) and, the real crowd-pleaser, the ping-pong room.

I think that covers it. I know this photographic tour makes it all sort of hard to picture, but you know what? There's an easy solution to that. And I think I've already dropped enough hints that you can figure out what I mean.

Now to explain my cryptic reference to my second job (which, by the way, ended today! Woot, woot!). I worked at a doll store called Mollycoddles, and here's the schpiel I gave new customers: "Mollycoddles is a newborn nursery for baby dolls. When a little girl comes in and finds a doll that she loves and wants to take home, we take her through an adoption process. She gives the baby its first bath, weighs and measures the baby, we give the baby a birth certificate, and the baby and 'mommy' get matching hospital bracelets [please excuse the lack of parallel structure there]. Then she can bring the baby back in for free checkups, and she can borrow our strollers to stroll the baby through the mall!"

Does that help you picture it all a little better? The store is supposed to feel like a real newborn nursery, so I was supposed to act like a real nurse. That sounds a little creepy, but it really wasn't.

And here's a freebie for you: Last night I applied to be a student at Pike's Peak Community College so I can take a hip-hop dance class next semester with two girls from our college group at church. For reals.

In conclusion, the Wigintons wish you a merry Christmas. Especially Justin.

This is old news by now

to anyone who would be reading this blog, but we now live in Colorado Springs. Colorado Springs, Colorado. Not some other Colorado Springs.

The abbreviated version of the story (more details are available upon request) is that Daniel and I were happy in Kentucky, loved our church, felt like our ministry there was stronger than ever, etc. -- but also felt like we needed to be somewhere else. So we started looking. We had a few plans in mind, but God made it abundantly clear that He had a different plan. And now here we are in Colorado Springs, where Daniel is the Singles/College minister at Vista Grande Baptist Church.

And I'm not exaggerating when I say that this place is totally the bomb. I love living here, despite the fact that the temperature right now is negative five degrees. NEGATIVE FIVE, with a "feels like" temperature of NEGATIVE EIGHTEEN. And did you know that it snows here? Kind of a lot? That part is pretty cool, and it's easy to overlook the fact that your extremities are frostbitten when you have sweet views of Pike's Peak from everywhere in town.

When we moved at the beginning of November, we hadn't sold our house and didn't expect to sell it any time soon. But you know how I mentioned God's making it abundantly clear that we should be here? Exhibit A: With only a day or two to look for houses before we moved, we found a place that is perfect for us, and the owner agreed to let us rent until our house sold. Exhibit B: Our house sold a few weeks later! If you watch the news at all, you know that is kind of a big deal. We closed last Wednesday, and we will close Friday on the aforementioned house here. Yay!

I'll post pictures when I'm not blogging from work.

And speaking of work -- I have a job. I work at Glen Eyrie, which is a conference/retreat center owned by the Navigators. The main attraction out here is a castle that was built by General
William Jackson Palmer, founder of Colorado Springs. And you can stay there if you come visit us. Hint, hint. I book reservations here (from what used to be Gen. Palmer's carriage house), which basically means I answer the phone all day. And for some reason that I don't quite understand, I really enjoy it.

I also have another job, in which I dress like a nurse and pretend to provide pediatric care to baby dolls. That part is pretty entertaining. But this job also requires that I sometimes stand at a kiosk at the "ghetto mall" (wearing pastel purple scrubs) for hours at a time, often engaging in polite conversation with people who should probably only be allowed in public under special guardianship. I'm making it sound worse than it is, but I won't be heartbroken when I'm through with this job at the end of the week.

And now I can't think of anything else with which to update you. Feel free to comment if I didn't address your specific question. And feel free to leave a comment telling me when you're going to come visit us! COME VISIT US!