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Why My Husband Is Awesome And Candy Crush is Evil

 

We had just turned out the lights, and were getting cozy in bed and I disturbed it all by grabbing my phone.

"No, no more games," my husband pleaded.

"Just one more, I gotta pass it!" I pleaded back. It's a curse, I tell you. The Candy Crush curse called Level 147. I've played it countless times since the end of July. More time has been spent manipulating those little bombs and hard jellies, than any good Christian woman would like to confess... or should confess, really.

A lot. Too many. Oh, its a sickness.

A couple weeks ago, I decided to google "Candy Crush Level 147 cheats." Anything to help! I had made the committment in mid-August to spend NOT another cent on any game. I deleted all my cards from my Google Wallet (to remove temptation), and its been me and the game. Solo. 

I needed to cheat. I needed help!

But people, I looked up and read all the tips and posts. I even watched some of the videos where people finished the level, proving two things: 1. it is possible 2. people are braggers.

Generally, all the  advice is to focus on the center column (check), watch out for bombs (check), use the special striped candies and the sprinkle donut (or whatever it is called) when available (check and check.) I learned about hitting the go-back button on my phone if the screen isn't to my liking, so the candies would reset. Other advice has you work from the bottom, or the sides, or just all over with your eyes-crossed while wearing a sombrero. Either way, its 50 moves of torture.

The tips weren't much help. I am still in Level 147 hell. And now I am writing about it. In public. Stop the madness!

So, last night when playing "just one more game," I asked my husband if he would pray for me. I think he thought for my sanity. 

But no, I was dead-serious. "Honey, will you pray that God will help me pass this level."

My husband is a great guy, and he loves me and Jesus a whole bunch. But even I wasn't sure if he would. Maybe he would tell me to delete the game? Ack! Not conquer it? Never!

But he did pray for me. And boy did he. He prayed so well, I just knew I would pass the game. It's not like I expected much. It's a game, but God is sovereign over ALL! That certainly includes time-sucker distractions like Candy Crush!

Alas, I am still trying. I know one day, I will proudly and loudly cheer and write on my Facebook "I DID IT! I PASSED LEVEL 147!" and people will shout hip-hip-horay and cry and congratulate. A banner will be flown above me: "You did it! You are awesome!"

I am never, ever overdramatic. But I do feel a little better now, and my lives have re-filled.

Thanks for letting me vent.

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Next month will mark three years of living in the Troutdale apartment. It seems like yesterday we moved in, but it also feels like a million years.

Three years ago, I wrote about moving to the apartment and the craziness our life felt back then: newly married and excited to build a home. I vividly remember Moving Day... packing the U-Haul. My muscles sore, and Dave cranky at me for shoving boxes  in the truck disorganized. I remember driving the U-Haul to our apartment and thinking that my whole home was in that truck. I remember un-loading the truck with some amazing friends of Dave (heroes!) and taking them to a Chinese buffet afterward to say thanks. Oh, and it rained the whole time. The whole flippin' time. We were soaked.

Next month we are moving again. The actual date, we don't really know yet except it will be in October and we will need help. And it better not rain.

We will say good-bye to Troutdale, my favorite grocery store and gas station, to our favorite best-ever Chinese restaurant (where, I swear, the lady has a crush on Dave) and to Kings Meadows apartments. We will say a huge hello to a new home on the outskirts of Portland. On a dead-end street technically in Lents (but close enough to Happy Valley to feel a little snobby), we will be renting a home. It's not much bigger than our apartment (and Dave and I will share a bathroom - oh the horrors!) but its a house with a yard. And we couldn't be more excited. Dave will have a man-cave. I've been obsessed with pinterest and ideas to decorate the guest room, the kitchen, the master, oh, about everything.

The Mt. Scott House is pretty close to being smack dab in the middle of the two churches Dave and I serve with... which is great. Already, I am meeting people who will be my new neighbors. People I attend church with! People I like!

Oh yeah, and we are getting another black-and-white cat named Pepe. Pray that Elwood will like him and not want to eat him or bat him around like a new toy.

So there it is. The Unglert's are on the move. And we are getting another cat. Whew!