Well, the end of April is upon us. I feel like I haven't blogged in forever, but it's actually been less than a month. MIKE hasn't blogged in forever. ;)
We made it in a couple of different ways.
1) Zack has a job now. He's getting paid for going in for orientation today, so it has officially started. Weeee!
2) We made it through the month without needing to turn the AC on. It got difficult there for a few days, but it's been cooler again. I even had a long sleeved shirt on to go to bed last night. It gets hot here, but as long as it cools down for the sleeping time, I'm okay.
3) Unless something weird happens, we'll have spent less than $120 on food this month. That's down from a budgeted $250 that people told us we'd need. Granted, we were given a lot of food this month, too, but I'm relatively certain I can keep us near or under $150 for food every month. We had to get some clothing items with that, too - a very rare extra expenditure.
4) Friday/Saturday will be our three-month anniversary. :) Friday is the date anniversary; Saturday is the week anniversary. In case you were wondering how it could be both. =)
And that is my reporting on the month of April. :)
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Friday, April 1, 2011
Sun, Sun, Go Away
And don't come back til the end of May! ;)
It's the Michigan in me talking. =)
It's April Fools Day! The only joke I heard of was the one that Google pulled. Google always does something. Although, I'm kind of waiting for the day when they do something outrageous that is actually true, but then everyone will think it's not true. It's like a backwards, "April Fools!" . . . . . Sloof Lirpa!
Teehee!
Baseball season has apparently started. I keep seeing posts on Facebook about the Padres and the Giants now. . . . . There goes the rest of the year. If only it waited to start until AFTER my birthday. I'm not sure why that would make it better, but somehow it would. I think it's like kind of like having to take a difficult test right before your birthday (something I had to do multiple times). For whatever reason, it'd just be WAY easier to enjoy your birthday if that test came a week later.
But oh well. I like where my birthday is. :) It's on a Thursday this year, too! Thursdays are one of my favorite days. Probably because when I was growing up it was the end of the school week. Friday you just had the leftovers - if you hadn't done them earlier, but Thursday was good because I wasn't bored - I had school - but it was the end. Nothing to dread the next day.
I've been wanting (and trying, though not very hard) to write lately. I have this story. It's the only thing I've written that I would ever want to possibly be published. It's morphed numerous times until it's pretty much nothing like how it started. But I like it better now. The hard part is, I've never written a good story that follows multiple lines. I'm not good at that. I have one stream, one line, that I write. The others are there, but they don't have to be well-defined. I don't know all the details; I just know how they fit in with the one that I'm writing.
This story, I'm trying to write two lines. Only for part of it - the two main characters split up for a while and then rendezvous later - but it's draining the life out of the story because a huge part of what I was writing was their interaction. Pull them apart and suddenly I have nothing to write. It's been frustrating. Also, one of my characters is steadily becoming less and less likable. (Doesn't that look like it should have an "e?" Spellcheck says it shouldn't. . . . It looks weird.) I'm going to have to think of a way to make her cool-ish again.
Anyway. Enough about me. Tell me about you! =) ;)
It's the Michigan in me talking. =)
It's April Fools Day! The only joke I heard of was the one that Google pulled. Google always does something. Although, I'm kind of waiting for the day when they do something outrageous that is actually true, but then everyone will think it's not true. It's like a backwards, "April Fools!" . . . . . Sloof Lirpa!
Teehee!
Baseball season has apparently started. I keep seeing posts on Facebook about the Padres and the Giants now. . . . . There goes the rest of the year. If only it waited to start until AFTER my birthday. I'm not sure why that would make it better, but somehow it would. I think it's like kind of like having to take a difficult test right before your birthday (something I had to do multiple times). For whatever reason, it'd just be WAY easier to enjoy your birthday if that test came a week later.
But oh well. I like where my birthday is. :) It's on a Thursday this year, too! Thursdays are one of my favorite days. Probably because when I was growing up it was the end of the school week. Friday you just had the leftovers - if you hadn't done them earlier, but Thursday was good because I wasn't bored - I had school - but it was the end. Nothing to dread the next day.
I've been wanting (and trying, though not very hard) to write lately. I have this story. It's the only thing I've written that I would ever want to possibly be published. It's morphed numerous times until it's pretty much nothing like how it started. But I like it better now. The hard part is, I've never written a good story that follows multiple lines. I'm not good at that. I have one stream, one line, that I write. The others are there, but they don't have to be well-defined. I don't know all the details; I just know how they fit in with the one that I'm writing.
This story, I'm trying to write two lines. Only for part of it - the two main characters split up for a while and then rendezvous later - but it's draining the life out of the story because a huge part of what I was writing was their interaction. Pull them apart and suddenly I have nothing to write. It's been frustrating. Also, one of my characters is steadily becoming less and less likable. (Doesn't that look like it should have an "e?" Spellcheck says it shouldn't. . . . It looks weird.) I'm going to have to think of a way to make her cool-ish again.
Anyway. Enough about me. Tell me about you! =) ;)
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Nameless
I haven't thought of a suitable name for this one yet. Probably because I haven't tried very long to think of something. Like most of my poems, it has a story behind it, but this one more than others. Usually, they just come from something I've been thinking about. This one actually happened because of circumstances.
Maker, I fall down at Your feet
Broken by Your chast'ning hand
Purified by the trial's heat
In my strength, I cannot stand.
Oh once again, I've failed You so
Spurned Your Word and left Your grace.
Once again, Lord, but now I know -
It's not I who wins the race
There is nothing left of me
Nothing that I once did own
Nothing that I once could be
Nothing can I do alone.
Nothing special, nothing good.
Are all my talents, time, and skill,
But Father if You wished, You could
Use me for Your perfect will.
Oh my Lord, if there is aught
If anything of use in me
It's only if that You have taught
And made me that which I should be
There is nothing left of me
Nothing that I once did own
Nothing that I once could be
Nothing can I do alone.
There is nothing I can do best.
And nothing You cannot replace.
My life is Yours, in You I rest
Will You change my sorry case?
Will You choose to work through this clay?
Would You give a task to do?
Will You ready my heart today?
That I might praise only You.
There is nothing left of me
Nothing that I once did own
Nothing that I once could be
Nothing can I do alone.
The story:
I've been told during my life that I was good at things. A natural! In Michigan, I sang and played the piano and people told me that I was good. Someone once said that I had the most beautiful voice they'd ever heard. I tried not to let it go to my head, but inevitably, I believed what people said about me. They told me I was good; I knew I wasn't great, but I could believe I was good.
The first thing to go was my skill as a pianist. I went to school and found out just how not good I was. Talented? Skilled? Not really. I'd always known that people didn't really know because they couldn't play, but it was different when I went into my piano lessons with a teacher at college who wasn't just happy that I had practiced, a teacher who in fact, was often rather not happy with my lack of progress.
Next went my vocal ability. I came to California and all kinds of people sing well. I was nothing special. I was nothing great; I hardly made it into normal. I am not a skilled singer. I fit in with the crowd, completely superfluous.
Then, there was trying to learn how to drive a stick-shift. . . . I'm a good driver, I thought. I've never been pulled over, never been in any real car accidents, etc. etc. I'm a good driver. . . . who can't learn how to use her left foot. And then I remember all the times that I nearly caused accidents on the way to and from school, all the times I pulled out in front of someone or switched lanes without checking my blind spots. I'm a GOOD driver? I don't think so. But God is a merciful God.
Lastly, the real kicker that is actually kind of comical, but brought the whole thing home: skiing. In Michigan, I'd been told multiple times, since the first time I went skiing, that I was good at it. I had a natural talent for it. I went skiing on an actual mountain this past Tuesday, and I found out I'm not a good skier. I'm a good faller. I fell in spectacular ways and skied with less skill than my husband who'd never worn skis before that day.
But there is a bright side to all of this. Despite my lacking in skill, talent, or ability, God still decided to save me. And that means He has a job for me. I've no idea what it is, and I'm probably not going to be good at it. But there's a job He wants me to do. I just have to wait for it.
Maker, I fall down at Your feet
Broken by Your chast'ning hand
Purified by the trial's heat
In my strength, I cannot stand.
Oh once again, I've failed You so
Spurned Your Word and left Your grace.
Once again, Lord, but now I know -
It's not I who wins the race
There is nothing left of me
Nothing that I once did own
Nothing that I once could be
Nothing can I do alone.
Nothing special, nothing good.
Are all my talents, time, and skill,
But Father if You wished, You could
Use me for Your perfect will.
Oh my Lord, if there is aught
If anything of use in me
It's only if that You have taught
And made me that which I should be
There is nothing left of me
Nothing that I once did own
Nothing that I once could be
Nothing can I do alone.
There is nothing I can do best.
And nothing You cannot replace.
My life is Yours, in You I rest
Will You change my sorry case?
Will You choose to work through this clay?
Would You give a task to do?
Will You ready my heart today?
That I might praise only You.
There is nothing left of me
Nothing that I once did own
Nothing that I once could be
Nothing can I do alone.
The story:
I've been told during my life that I was good at things. A natural! In Michigan, I sang and played the piano and people told me that I was good. Someone once said that I had the most beautiful voice they'd ever heard. I tried not to let it go to my head, but inevitably, I believed what people said about me. They told me I was good; I knew I wasn't great, but I could believe I was good.
The first thing to go was my skill as a pianist. I went to school and found out just how not good I was. Talented? Skilled? Not really. I'd always known that people didn't really know because they couldn't play, but it was different when I went into my piano lessons with a teacher at college who wasn't just happy that I had practiced, a teacher who in fact, was often rather not happy with my lack of progress.
Next went my vocal ability. I came to California and all kinds of people sing well. I was nothing special. I was nothing great; I hardly made it into normal. I am not a skilled singer. I fit in with the crowd, completely superfluous.
Then, there was trying to learn how to drive a stick-shift. . . . I'm a good driver, I thought. I've never been pulled over, never been in any real car accidents, etc. etc. I'm a good driver. . . . who can't learn how to use her left foot. And then I remember all the times that I nearly caused accidents on the way to and from school, all the times I pulled out in front of someone or switched lanes without checking my blind spots. I'm a GOOD driver? I don't think so. But God is a merciful God.
Lastly, the real kicker that is actually kind of comical, but brought the whole thing home: skiing. In Michigan, I'd been told multiple times, since the first time I went skiing, that I was good at it. I had a natural talent for it. I went skiing on an actual mountain this past Tuesday, and I found out I'm not a good skier. I'm a good faller. I fell in spectacular ways and skied with less skill than my husband who'd never worn skis before that day.
But there is a bright side to all of this. Despite my lacking in skill, talent, or ability, God still decided to save me. And that means He has a job for me. I've no idea what it is, and I'm probably not going to be good at it. But there's a job He wants me to do. I just have to wait for it.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
SNOW????
I'm cold. Also, I'm hungry. But that's a good thing. I need that bloated belly to shrink a little bit. I've been on pretty much a constant binge since the wedding. Not. Good.
I kind of want to go to bed. But I kind of want to see my husband. Since I'm still awake, unless he gets overtime, I'm thinking that I'm going to see him. :) Or my body could do something totally crazy and fall asleep on me for the first time in ages without me having to try to fall asleep. . . . That would be somewhat bizarre.
You know what else is bizarre? Snow in CaliLand. There's a chance it may snow this weekend. I'ma be honest - I'm getting excited. Not so much because of the snow, but because of the implications. This would be the first time in twenty some years that it's snowed in this area. . . . And it just happens to be my first winter living here? I don't believe in coincidence.
Either way, it's pretty cool. Either way, it's a good reminder that God loves me. And likes me.
God likes me. . . . That's an interesting concept that I still haven't quite wrapped my head around. The loving part, I get - probably as much as I'm ever going to. I understand that part because I can love people that I don't particularly like. It's a lot more choice-related, in my head, and if I have the will-power to choose to love someone, God sure does.
But a college teacher once told my class that God likes us. . . . It still blows my mind, because that means a whole lot more. Not necessarily anything better or more profound. It's just a lot more added to what was already amazing and profound. And since it's not directly stated in the Bible like that, I have a harder time believing it. But it does say that He calls us friends. I tend to like my friends. . . . That's mostly why they're my friends. . . . Sometimes I love them, too.
But I'm also part of His family now. And family, I love. So I'm His friend and He likes me, and I'm His daughter and He loves me. . . . . Still totally amazing me. . . . And I've been thinking about it on and off for years now. . . . Yeah. I don't know if I'm ever going to get over this one. That's probably okay, I would think. =)
Totally unrelated, the podcast thing, "What You Ought To Know" is hilarious. The Brothers Winn do it. Clean, funny, informative. I'm a fan and becoming more of one every time I watch some of their stuff. I think I probably watched about thirty of their clips today.
And the dude's speech patterns have been seared into my head and my own thoughts are coming out that way now. . . . It's rather interesting. It feels like that one time I watched Harry Potter and then the rest of the night I was thinking in a British accent.
And this is pretty much a big ramble. If you've read this far, I'm guessing your name is Zack. Or you were really, really bored. Sorry. I'll try not to ramble so much again. Not that there is anyone left at this point to apologize to. . . . Maybe I'll put it at the top of the next post. . . . That should work.
I kind of want to go to bed. But I kind of want to see my husband. Since I'm still awake, unless he gets overtime, I'm thinking that I'm going to see him. :) Or my body could do something totally crazy and fall asleep on me for the first time in ages without me having to try to fall asleep. . . . That would be somewhat bizarre.
You know what else is bizarre? Snow in CaliLand. There's a chance it may snow this weekend. I'ma be honest - I'm getting excited. Not so much because of the snow, but because of the implications. This would be the first time in twenty some years that it's snowed in this area. . . . And it just happens to be my first winter living here? I don't believe in coincidence.
Either way, it's pretty cool. Either way, it's a good reminder that God loves me. And likes me.
God likes me. . . . That's an interesting concept that I still haven't quite wrapped my head around. The loving part, I get - probably as much as I'm ever going to. I understand that part because I can love people that I don't particularly like. It's a lot more choice-related, in my head, and if I have the will-power to choose to love someone, God sure does.
But a college teacher once told my class that God likes us. . . . It still blows my mind, because that means a whole lot more. Not necessarily anything better or more profound. It's just a lot more added to what was already amazing and profound. And since it's not directly stated in the Bible like that, I have a harder time believing it. But it does say that He calls us friends. I tend to like my friends. . . . That's mostly why they're my friends. . . . Sometimes I love them, too.
But I'm also part of His family now. And family, I love. So I'm His friend and He likes me, and I'm His daughter and He loves me. . . . . Still totally amazing me. . . . And I've been thinking about it on and off for years now. . . . Yeah. I don't know if I'm ever going to get over this one. That's probably okay, I would think. =)
Totally unrelated, the podcast thing, "What You Ought To Know" is hilarious. The Brothers Winn do it. Clean, funny, informative. I'm a fan and becoming more of one every time I watch some of their stuff. I think I probably watched about thirty of their clips today.
And the dude's speech patterns have been seared into my head and my own thoughts are coming out that way now. . . . It's rather interesting. It feels like that one time I watched Harry Potter and then the rest of the night I was thinking in a British accent.
And this is pretty much a big ramble. If you've read this far, I'm guessing your name is Zack. Or you were really, really bored. Sorry. I'll try not to ramble so much again. Not that there is anyone left at this point to apologize to. . . . Maybe I'll put it at the top of the next post. . . . That should work.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Another one???
I've been blogging a lot lately, I know. . . . It's not really my fault. I only have so much time when I can talk to people. Zack is here in the mornings and I get to chat with Mom and Kate a couple times per week. Really, that's not that much talking. So. Here I am again. /shrug
This one is about being married. (This is rated E for Everyone. ;))
It's awesome. Being married, not the blog post. . . . (The blog post might be awesome, but I'll let you be the judge of that.) It's simply and amazingly wonderful. It's everything I thought it would be, and it's even better now that I'm living it. I'm usually one for nostalgia, the good ole days, etc. Not right now. Life has never been better.
This is not to say that I don't miss my family, friends, and church, or that I'm not ridiculously grateful for all of those things - because I am - but right now is . . . what I've always wanted. For longer than I can remember, I wanted to be married. Just married. Not with a house or with kids or with stuff. That was all extra which changed, sometimes from day to day, sometimes from phase to phase, with my mood/state of being. But I always wanted to be married.
Now I am. It's awesome. Great. Wonderful. Incredible. Perfect. :) I can't think of enough adjectives. I can't remember a time I've had this much overflowing joy that was sustained for so long. Oh, I'm sure it's going to get dented, and it'll probably fade a little bit in at least some aspect as time continues. But right now, it's in full force and it's gushing out. And I just wanted to post that marriage is wonderful, and I'm so happy that God made it, and that He gave me a husband. =) God is just so good to me.
This one is about being married. (This is rated E for Everyone. ;))
It's awesome. Being married, not the blog post. . . . (The blog post might be awesome, but I'll let you be the judge of that.) It's simply and amazingly wonderful. It's everything I thought it would be, and it's even better now that I'm living it. I'm usually one for nostalgia, the good ole days, etc. Not right now. Life has never been better.
This is not to say that I don't miss my family, friends, and church, or that I'm not ridiculously grateful for all of those things - because I am - but right now is . . . what I've always wanted. For longer than I can remember, I wanted to be married. Just married. Not with a house or with kids or with stuff. That was all extra which changed, sometimes from day to day, sometimes from phase to phase, with my mood/state of being. But I always wanted to be married.
Now I am. It's awesome. Great. Wonderful. Incredible. Perfect. :) I can't think of enough adjectives. I can't remember a time I've had this much overflowing joy that was sustained for so long. Oh, I'm sure it's going to get dented, and it'll probably fade a little bit in at least some aspect as time continues. But right now, it's in full force and it's gushing out. And I just wanted to post that marriage is wonderful, and I'm so happy that God made it, and that He gave me a husband. =) God is just so good to me.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
How Does She Know?
My husband loves me. :) I know he loves me, and not only because he tells me. Not only because he does nice things for me. Not only because he goes to work everyday in order to take care of me. Not just because he's extra sweet when I'm sick, or because he cuddles even though he knows full well that he's probably going to get my cold from me.
Not only because he buys me a rose on Valentine's Day AND buys me blueberry bagels (along with other things) just because. Not only because he asks for my opinion on things. Not only because he worries about my well-being.
I know he loves me more than anyone else (physical realm, we're talking) because he wants to know me so much. He hates it when I say "never mind", not because he's jut a really curious person, but because he just wants to know what I'm thinking. And he tries so hard to make me happiest, as happy as he can, as happy as I can be. Sadly, I really don't make it very easy for him. And he loves me anyway.
There's a funny song from the movie Enchanted. "How Does She Know He Loves Her?" Something like that. It's a fun song. I like it. And this blog explains how I know. :)
At least, partially.
Not only because he buys me a rose on Valentine's Day AND buys me blueberry bagels (along with other things) just because. Not only because he asks for my opinion on things. Not only because he worries about my well-being.
I know he loves me more than anyone else (physical realm, we're talking) because he wants to know me so much. He hates it when I say "never mind", not because he's jut a really curious person, but because he just wants to know what I'm thinking. And he tries so hard to make me happiest, as happy as he can, as happy as I can be. Sadly, I really don't make it very easy for him. And he loves me anyway.
There's a funny song from the movie Enchanted. "How Does She Know He Loves Her?" Something like that. It's a fun song. I like it. And this blog explains how I know. :)
At least, partially.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Valentine's Day
Maybe it's because my parents never made a big deal about it. Maybe it's because I really am contrary like they always told me, so I don't like having my emotions scheduled by someone else. Maybe I'm just a cynic - I have been told that I'm pessimistic. I'm not sure what it is, but Valentine's Day is just not that great. Nor that bad.
I don't remember it being a big deal when I was single. Some people, usually single people, make it out like it's there to purposefully rub in their face that they're alone. I remember a time period of probably a few years where I held that view, but I think it was more of a jumping on the bandwagon thing. Mostly, it's been just another day to me.
Funny thing: now that I have someone, it's still just another day. Haha. It's not great without someone; it's not really that awesome (by itself) with someone. It's just a day. Tomorrow will probably be a better day 'cause Zack doesn't have to work tomorrow.
I'd so much rather have flowers because my husband was thinking about me than because he was thinking about it being Valentine's Day. Don't get me wrong, I'll take flowers for pretty much any reason, and I'll enjoy them and take care of them and smell them practically fourteen times a day. But they're just more special if it's just "because." Occasions are nice. But they're practiced. This is what we do on birthdays - dinner, cake, presents. Birthdays are fun; dinner is delicious; cake is amazing; presents are often clothes. . . .
But spontaneous is beautiful. Spontaneous is memorable. Spontaneous is when your mom brings you home a CD from Goodwill because she thought you would like it, and doesn't save it for an occasion, just gives it to you then and there. It's special because there's no "reason" for it, except that they love you.
Continuing with that example, I had a CD collection in my car; I lived in a little town and left my doors unlocked and consequently, my CDs were stolen. It was worth about $150, if I remember right. You know the CD that I was saddest about? The one from Goodwill that was probably $1.99 that my mom got me just because. 'Cause that wasn't something I asked for; it was just something she did. (I have the greatest Mama, by the way.)
To sum up: Practiced is good and reliable and fun. Spontaneous is beautiful and more memorable. Personally, I'm happy with the reliable things that I have. I don't really need to add Valentine's Day to it. I'd really rather that Zack save the money and buy me something in the middle of July when there's absolutely nothing going on. Hehe.
Just to be clear, none of the specialness of spontaneous actions of love negate the joy of the reliable things. I just think that a good mixture is best, and often, because the reliable things are the practiced things, the spontaneous are the ones that get left out. It's much more rare that people don't celebrate birthdays when they ARE randomly doing nice things for each other.
I don't remember it being a big deal when I was single. Some people, usually single people, make it out like it's there to purposefully rub in their face that they're alone. I remember a time period of probably a few years where I held that view, but I think it was more of a jumping on the bandwagon thing. Mostly, it's been just another day to me.
Funny thing: now that I have someone, it's still just another day. Haha. It's not great without someone; it's not really that awesome (by itself) with someone. It's just a day. Tomorrow will probably be a better day 'cause Zack doesn't have to work tomorrow.
I'd so much rather have flowers because my husband was thinking about me than because he was thinking about it being Valentine's Day. Don't get me wrong, I'll take flowers for pretty much any reason, and I'll enjoy them and take care of them and smell them practically fourteen times a day. But they're just more special if it's just "because." Occasions are nice. But they're practiced. This is what we do on birthdays - dinner, cake, presents. Birthdays are fun; dinner is delicious; cake is amazing; presents are often clothes. . . .
But spontaneous is beautiful. Spontaneous is memorable. Spontaneous is when your mom brings you home a CD from Goodwill because she thought you would like it, and doesn't save it for an occasion, just gives it to you then and there. It's special because there's no "reason" for it, except that they love you.
Continuing with that example, I had a CD collection in my car; I lived in a little town and left my doors unlocked and consequently, my CDs were stolen. It was worth about $150, if I remember right. You know the CD that I was saddest about? The one from Goodwill that was probably $1.99 that my mom got me just because. 'Cause that wasn't something I asked for; it was just something she did. (I have the greatest Mama, by the way.)
To sum up: Practiced is good and reliable and fun. Spontaneous is beautiful and more memorable. Personally, I'm happy with the reliable things that I have. I don't really need to add Valentine's Day to it. I'd really rather that Zack save the money and buy me something in the middle of July when there's absolutely nothing going on. Hehe.
Just to be clear, none of the specialness of spontaneous actions of love negate the joy of the reliable things. I just think that a good mixture is best, and often, because the reliable things are the practiced things, the spontaneous are the ones that get left out. It's much more rare that people don't celebrate birthdays when they ARE randomly doing nice things for each other.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
How can this be?
Nine hours of sleep and my eyes still feel tired. It's just not right.
I'm getting a piano today!!!!! =D I'm so excited. I haven't been this excited since two weeks ago! I'm going to have a piano again!!!! EeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! =D
And now for something new, which I am going to try to keep up with. This segment of the blog will be named. . . .
Something new my husband has taught me: Peanut Butter and Honey sandwiches are delicious. I wouldn't have believed it, but I wanted something sweet that wasn't chocolate. We didn't have any marshmallows (at the time; this situation has been rectified; Mom, you were right), and the closest thing I could think of was honey. As Zack had spoken of them multiple times, I decided that I would try one of those PB&H sandwiches. Turns out they're wonderfully yummy. Thanks, Sweetie. :)
And that's all my poor eyes can take for now. (And it's pretty much all that I can think to write, too.) I really think I need new glasses. Either that or some clouds. Or something. . . . Carrots? Nah, that's just for night vision, right? Oh well.
Piano. Piano. Piano. Piano. =D
I'm getting a piano today!!!!! =D I'm so excited. I haven't been this excited since two weeks ago! I'm going to have a piano again!!!! EeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! =D
And now for something new, which I am going to try to keep up with. This segment of the blog will be named. . . .
Something new my husband has taught me: Peanut Butter and Honey sandwiches are delicious. I wouldn't have believed it, but I wanted something sweet that wasn't chocolate. We didn't have any marshmallows (at the time; this situation has been rectified; Mom, you were right), and the closest thing I could think of was honey. As Zack had spoken of them multiple times, I decided that I would try one of those PB&H sandwiches. Turns out they're wonderfully yummy. Thanks, Sweetie. :)
And that's all my poor eyes can take for now. (And it's pretty much all that I can think to write, too.) I really think I need new glasses. Either that or some clouds. Or something. . . . Carrots? Nah, that's just for night vision, right? Oh well.
Piano. Piano. Piano. Piano. =D
Monday, February 7, 2011
It's About Time
For a new post!
This trip was the first time that anything has broken in transit and it happened twice. :/ I knew I should have packed those things differently too. That's the real kicker. Actually, I don't know what's worse. When you do something with a strong feeling of what the outcome is going to be, or when something happens and you're totally blind-sided. Anyone have an opinion on that?
It's perpetually sunny here. I had hoped with it being sorta winter still that they might have more clouds, weather where I can actually wear long-sleeved shirts, etc. But that was obviously not to be. (I really need to clean our slider. . . ) Consequently, I'm very happy to stay in all day on occasion, even if it LOOKS very tempting. I know that I probably won't enjoy going out onto our balcony to stand in the sun.
Please pray that I can find a part-time job. I don't really want forty hours, but I know I'm going to get bored here pretty quickly. With Zack working ten hours, I really only have to make three meals a week. Supper on Tuesdays and Saturdays and dinner on Sunday. Which is perfectly fine with me. Haha. I'm not much of a cook. . . . But that doesn't give me a whole lot to do aside from clean. And I pretty much cleaned the whole apartment in about two hours today. While some of it IS stuff that I can do every day, some isn't. There just really isn't a whole lot of sense to sweeping the floor every single day.
I've been craving weird things lately. Like honey. I never eat honey; usually I don't even like it. Honeymoon baby? Probably not, but the possibility of me getting pregnant is always there in my head now. It's kind of weird to think about.
I really want a book. A good book. A fantasy book. I don't think we have any here. Not one. Maybe we'll go to the library.
Have to start working on getting my name changed tomorrow. Sounds like it's really easy. Just going and standing in line for a while, filling out a form, and voila! Hope it's as simple as it sounds and that the lines aren't really long.
Well, there you have it. My first blog post as a married woman. I'm married. It's pretty awesome. :)
This trip was the first time that anything has broken in transit and it happened twice. :/ I knew I should have packed those things differently too. That's the real kicker. Actually, I don't know what's worse. When you do something with a strong feeling of what the outcome is going to be, or when something happens and you're totally blind-sided. Anyone have an opinion on that?
It's perpetually sunny here. I had hoped with it being sorta winter still that they might have more clouds, weather where I can actually wear long-sleeved shirts, etc. But that was obviously not to be. (I really need to clean our slider. . . ) Consequently, I'm very happy to stay in all day on occasion, even if it LOOKS very tempting. I know that I probably won't enjoy going out onto our balcony to stand in the sun.
Please pray that I can find a part-time job. I don't really want forty hours, but I know I'm going to get bored here pretty quickly. With Zack working ten hours, I really only have to make three meals a week. Supper on Tuesdays and Saturdays and dinner on Sunday. Which is perfectly fine with me. Haha. I'm not much of a cook. . . . But that doesn't give me a whole lot to do aside from clean. And I pretty much cleaned the whole apartment in about two hours today. While some of it IS stuff that I can do every day, some isn't. There just really isn't a whole lot of sense to sweeping the floor every single day.
I've been craving weird things lately. Like honey. I never eat honey; usually I don't even like it. Honeymoon baby? Probably not, but the possibility of me getting pregnant is always there in my head now. It's kind of weird to think about.
I really want a book. A good book. A fantasy book. I don't think we have any here. Not one. Maybe we'll go to the library.
Have to start working on getting my name changed tomorrow. Sounds like it's really easy. Just going and standing in line for a while, filling out a form, and voila! Hope it's as simple as it sounds and that the lines aren't really long.
Well, there you have it. My first blog post as a married woman. I'm married. It's pretty awesome. :)
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Send Me Anywhere
When I was very little, I used to pretend a lot in my head. I was too self-conscious to do the talking and thinking aloud, but I would come up with very detailed futures for myself, realistic or fantastic. Sometimes I would imagine myself an android, like Data. Yes, I was a Trekkie at an early age. Sometimes, I had a little brother named Gideon and my parents had been kidnapped.
The more real ones, I always imagined myself far away from home - alone. That was actually a common theme in real or make-believe. No parents, no older siblings. If there was anyone, it was someone depending on me. Maybe it was because I had a tendency to feel alone, so that was the way I always thought I would be. Maybe I wanted to be the one in charge. I do know it wasn't because I WANTED to get away from my family because I didn't. I loved my family; I always have, always will. But it was always a given with me that I was going to leave.
I was practicing singing for church tonight, and I came across two of my very favorite songs. One, Here Am I Lord, I'd known since I was very small and we had our first Patch the Pirate tape (Goes to the Jungle). I knew that song very very well. I loved that song. I'd prayed that song throughout my life. I wanted to be a missionary's or an evangelist's wife. I wanted to travel and be used of God. More recently, I came to know another song, Lord, Send Me Anywhere. The chorus is a quote from David Livingston:
"Lord, send me anywhere, only go with me.
Lay any burden on me, only sustain me.
Sever any tie, save the tie that binds me to Thy heart.
Lord Jesus, my King, I consecrate my life, Lord, to Thee."
I learned those words at college. I sang them and I meant them, but I never dreamed how much I would be tested by them. If I had, I probably would have assumed I was ready for it. Haha. Naive.
I have ties to family, friends, memories, The Farm, Michigan itself. They're not all exactly being severed, but they're definitely getting stretched or thinned. Ties to many of my friends HAVE been severed. The message boards? Yeah, they're gone. The friends that went with them? Gone, except for a random comment here and there on Facebook. If my parents are right and the U. S. is about to collapse financially, ties to family may well be severed, too, and to Michigan.
"I only have one life and that will soon be past.
I want my life to count for Christ
What's done for Him will last."
It's a harder song to sing now. If God decided to test it by severing my tie to Zack? It's a scary thought. And yet. . . there's a comfort knowing that if He did that, He'd be there to get me through, like He has been with moving to Cali. God be thanked and praised, I still meant those words when I sang them tonight, sitting at my beloved piano, in our kitchen on a snowy, winter night in good ole Michigan, my little sister standing next to me, singing them with me, my dear, dear mama in the background working on flowers for the wedding.
The more real ones, I always imagined myself far away from home - alone. That was actually a common theme in real or make-believe. No parents, no older siblings. If there was anyone, it was someone depending on me. Maybe it was because I had a tendency to feel alone, so that was the way I always thought I would be. Maybe I wanted to be the one in charge. I do know it wasn't because I WANTED to get away from my family because I didn't. I loved my family; I always have, always will. But it was always a given with me that I was going to leave.
I was practicing singing for church tonight, and I came across two of my very favorite songs. One, Here Am I Lord, I'd known since I was very small and we had our first Patch the Pirate tape (Goes to the Jungle). I knew that song very very well. I loved that song. I'd prayed that song throughout my life. I wanted to be a missionary's or an evangelist's wife. I wanted to travel and be used of God. More recently, I came to know another song, Lord, Send Me Anywhere. The chorus is a quote from David Livingston:
"Lord, send me anywhere, only go with me.
Lay any burden on me, only sustain me.
Sever any tie, save the tie that binds me to Thy heart.
Lord Jesus, my King, I consecrate my life, Lord, to Thee."
I learned those words at college. I sang them and I meant them, but I never dreamed how much I would be tested by them. If I had, I probably would have assumed I was ready for it. Haha. Naive.
I have ties to family, friends, memories, The Farm, Michigan itself. They're not all exactly being severed, but they're definitely getting stretched or thinned. Ties to many of my friends HAVE been severed. The message boards? Yeah, they're gone. The friends that went with them? Gone, except for a random comment here and there on Facebook. If my parents are right and the U. S. is about to collapse financially, ties to family may well be severed, too, and to Michigan.
"I only have one life and that will soon be past.
I want my life to count for Christ
What's done for Him will last."
It's a harder song to sing now. If God decided to test it by severing my tie to Zack? It's a scary thought. And yet. . . there's a comfort knowing that if He did that, He'd be there to get me through, like He has been with moving to Cali. God be thanked and praised, I still meant those words when I sang them tonight, sitting at my beloved piano, in our kitchen on a snowy, winter night in good ole Michigan, my little sister standing next to me, singing them with me, my dear, dear mama in the background working on flowers for the wedding.
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