For anybody who checks here on a semi-regular basis, you will notice that I've been absent from the blogging world for a good 10 days now. The last 48 hours before Art arrived were quite busy. And now Art has been here for 7 days, and it has been gloriously wonderful!
So I'm using that as my excuse for not having posted in a while. We actually have been quite busy, with family gatherings and all that Christmas fun stuff. And when we're not busy going out, we are busy staying in and cuddling and generally enjoying being with each other.
You know how "they" say that time flies when you're having fun? Well, I guess I kind of can't believe that our week together is almost over, but at the same time, it has been a very long week, and I mean that in a good way. I'm thankful that these 8 days felt more like a few weeks. That's how it should be. :)
And yes, we've taken a few pictures, so I'll put those up in a little while (like, maybe in a few days). Until then, I hope everyone had the Merriest Christmas, and let me know if you are having a New Year's party, because I don't have any plans yet!
December 28, 2007
December 18, 2007
A Christmas Story
"Christmas shopping."
Now be honest. How many of you cringed when you read those words? Or at least felt a little pang of sorrow/frustration/anxiety/stress?
When someone says the words "Christmas shopping" is the response ever a smile? No. It's usually a look of pity. A look that says, "I'm sorry/I understand/Yikes/I'll pray for you."
At least, that's I how would respond. I don't know when it happened, but I discovered that I dread the Christmas season. I'm what you would call an introvert. I like the quiet life. I don't like being busy. Even when I have no plans, I have plans: I plan on doing nothing! And I love it! Give me a book or a puzzle, or an evening at home with some TV and some conversation with my mom, and I am so happy!
I rarely get bored, even when I have several "no-plan" evenings in a row. That's just the way I like it. So all the stress and busyness and chaos of Christmas goes completely against my nature. My whole mind and body begs to not have to take part in all the hustle and bustle. But I don't really have a choice. And so I go.
In fact, I went yesterday. And it really wasn't as horrific as my mind plays it up to be. But I still don't enjoy it.
In all seriousness, what happened to Christmas? There is supposed to be joy in the world, and peace on earth. But instead there are grumpy shoppers and stressed-out people always waiting in lines, always stuck in traffic, never finding a parking spot. There are tired clerks and cashiers, too emotionally exhausted to try and spread any Christmas cheer.
And there are the endless crowds, all of them too busy and in-a-hurry to show a little kindness. And I know that I'm making blanket statements here, it isn't always like this, but sometimes it feels that way. It's enough to make me cry. In fact, last week, it did.
I was suddenly overwhelmed with sadness. Christmas is supposed to be magical. All the decorations, the food, the excitement and anticipation of eating and opening gifts and spending time with loved ones. And this certainly happens.
But if the prelude to Christmas is madness....well, I wasn't looking forward to Christmas anymore. I was actually looking forward to after Christmas, when things finally settle down and return to normal(ish). And I hated that I felt that way.
Art is going to be here in 3 days. I should be deliriously happy to see him, and I am. But I am not looking forward to the drive to the airport. Nor the trip to the mall afterward. This little introvert does not do well in slushy traffic jams or push-n-shove shopping. Not even with my love beside me.
Last Friday when I was all upset, I forced myself to pray a prayer: "Lord, please change my attitude." And to be completely honest, I prayed it because I had to be at youth group in 20 minutes, and I couldn't show up all teary-eyed and depressed. But I truly wanted to have a great evening. I wanted to serve those kids happily, and enjoy blessing them with gifts.
By the end of the evening, I was full of joy and peace. So when we had to go shopping yesterday, I prayed that prayer again. I didn't want to be stressed or upset. I wanted to take it all with a grain of salt, and somehow in the midst of all the craziness, be able to smile and genuinely wish people a Merry Christmas.
And do you know what happened? We got in a car accident. (Bet you didn't see that one coming.)
It was a young male driver, and he backed right into us (and right onto us!) The hood of my mom's car has dent in it, but other than that, we are all fine. No whiplash, no broken lights, the car still works, the other guy's car has no damage.
Unfortunately, because he is so young, he will lose his drivers. And I truly feel bad for him. I don't feel bad for our car, and I certainly didn't feel bad for the rest of the evening. It didn't ruin my day. But that guy. He was so nice about it, and completely honest!
When my mom has to speak with his parents, I hope she conveys that they raised a good son, because he was as kind as anybody could be in that situation.
And so, while my mom was taking down his information, I asked him about his evening. About the movie that he was going to see, and that we were both on our way to find some food to eat, so this was only making us more hungry.
And when he walked back to his car, I wished him a Merry Christmas. And I prayed that he would have a merry Christmas, despite the fact that his parents will be mad at him. Despite the fact that he will have to come up with a lot of money very soon to pay for the damage. And despite the fact that he will have his driver's license taken away.
And then it all came into perspective for me. Surely I can have a merry Christmas despite the cold. And despite the crowds and traffic. And despite the fact that I don't like busyness. I can choose to focus on the negative and be a scrooge.
Or I can focus on the fact that I get a few days off of work. And that the snow is very pretty (when I don't have to drive in it). And how Christmas decorations transform even the plainest of rooms. And that I really am looking forward to the Christmas gatherings, and the meals, and the presents. And all the Christmas cards that we have been getting at work just bless my socks off!
Last week I was bemoaning the fact that Christmas isn't anything like the front of a Christmas card. But as with any message of hope, it won't necessarily be reflected in the world around us.
All that matters is that it is reflected in my heart. All the crowds and traffic jams in the world can't ruin God's most precious gift of salvation that was given to us on that fateful night in Bethlehem.
Now be honest. How many of you cringed when you read those words? Or at least felt a little pang of sorrow/frustration/anxiety/stress?
When someone says the words "Christmas shopping" is the response ever a smile? No. It's usually a look of pity. A look that says, "I'm sorry/I understand/Yikes/I'll pray for you."
At least, that's I how would respond. I don't know when it happened, but I discovered that I dread the Christmas season. I'm what you would call an introvert. I like the quiet life. I don't like being busy. Even when I have no plans, I have plans: I plan on doing nothing! And I love it! Give me a book or a puzzle, or an evening at home with some TV and some conversation with my mom, and I am so happy!
I rarely get bored, even when I have several "no-plan" evenings in a row. That's just the way I like it. So all the stress and busyness and chaos of Christmas goes completely against my nature. My whole mind and body begs to not have to take part in all the hustle and bustle. But I don't really have a choice. And so I go.
In fact, I went yesterday. And it really wasn't as horrific as my mind plays it up to be. But I still don't enjoy it.
In all seriousness, what happened to Christmas? There is supposed to be joy in the world, and peace on earth. But instead there are grumpy shoppers and stressed-out people always waiting in lines, always stuck in traffic, never finding a parking spot. There are tired clerks and cashiers, too emotionally exhausted to try and spread any Christmas cheer.
And there are the endless crowds, all of them too busy and in-a-hurry to show a little kindness. And I know that I'm making blanket statements here, it isn't always like this, but sometimes it feels that way. It's enough to make me cry. In fact, last week, it did.
I was suddenly overwhelmed with sadness. Christmas is supposed to be magical. All the decorations, the food, the excitement and anticipation of eating and opening gifts and spending time with loved ones. And this certainly happens.
But if the prelude to Christmas is madness....well, I wasn't looking forward to Christmas anymore. I was actually looking forward to after Christmas, when things finally settle down and return to normal(ish). And I hated that I felt that way.
Art is going to be here in 3 days. I should be deliriously happy to see him, and I am. But I am not looking forward to the drive to the airport. Nor the trip to the mall afterward. This little introvert does not do well in slushy traffic jams or push-n-shove shopping. Not even with my love beside me.
Last Friday when I was all upset, I forced myself to pray a prayer: "Lord, please change my attitude." And to be completely honest, I prayed it because I had to be at youth group in 20 minutes, and I couldn't show up all teary-eyed and depressed. But I truly wanted to have a great evening. I wanted to serve those kids happily, and enjoy blessing them with gifts.
By the end of the evening, I was full of joy and peace. So when we had to go shopping yesterday, I prayed that prayer again. I didn't want to be stressed or upset. I wanted to take it all with a grain of salt, and somehow in the midst of all the craziness, be able to smile and genuinely wish people a Merry Christmas.
And do you know what happened? We got in a car accident. (Bet you didn't see that one coming.)
It was a young male driver, and he backed right into us (and right onto us!) The hood of my mom's car has dent in it, but other than that, we are all fine. No whiplash, no broken lights, the car still works, the other guy's car has no damage.
Unfortunately, because he is so young, he will lose his drivers. And I truly feel bad for him. I don't feel bad for our car, and I certainly didn't feel bad for the rest of the evening. It didn't ruin my day. But that guy. He was so nice about it, and completely honest!
When my mom has to speak with his parents, I hope she conveys that they raised a good son, because he was as kind as anybody could be in that situation.
And so, while my mom was taking down his information, I asked him about his evening. About the movie that he was going to see, and that we were both on our way to find some food to eat, so this was only making us more hungry.
And when he walked back to his car, I wished him a Merry Christmas. And I prayed that he would have a merry Christmas, despite the fact that his parents will be mad at him. Despite the fact that he will have to come up with a lot of money very soon to pay for the damage. And despite the fact that he will have his driver's license taken away.
And then it all came into perspective for me. Surely I can have a merry Christmas despite the cold. And despite the crowds and traffic. And despite the fact that I don't like busyness. I can choose to focus on the negative and be a scrooge.
Or I can focus on the fact that I get a few days off of work. And that the snow is very pretty (when I don't have to drive in it). And how Christmas decorations transform even the plainest of rooms. And that I really am looking forward to the Christmas gatherings, and the meals, and the presents. And all the Christmas cards that we have been getting at work just bless my socks off!
Last week I was bemoaning the fact that Christmas isn't anything like the front of a Christmas card. But as with any message of hope, it won't necessarily be reflected in the world around us.
All that matters is that it is reflected in my heart. All the crowds and traffic jams in the world can't ruin God's most precious gift of salvation that was given to us on that fateful night in Bethlehem.
December 15, 2007
December 8, 2007
And Now For a Few Words From Little Women
November 22, 2007
Job Perks 2
Another gentleman complimented me on the phone today. I suppose some people think it would be creepy, but I'm used to chatting with complete strangers, and they say all sorts of things!
This man in particular told me that my hair looked great (which is funny because he can't see me), and he said I had a very pleasant phone voice. I gotta tell ya: a little kindness goes a long way.
:)
This man in particular told me that my hair looked great (which is funny because he can't see me), and he said I had a very pleasant phone voice. I gotta tell ya: a little kindness goes a long way.
:)
November 20, 2007
Job Perks
I generally like my job. But right now, I really love my job.
Me (answering the phone): "Company Name, Jenene speaking."
Voice on the other end: "Jenene?" (said with an English accent)
Me: "Yes"?
English Guy: "What a pretty name."
Me: "Thank you."
EG: "Is so-and-so there?"
Me: "No, I'm sorry, he isn't in today, can I transfer you to his cell phone instead?"
EG: "Yes, thank you, that would be lovely."
That just made my day. :)
Me (answering the phone): "Company Name, Jenene speaking."
Voice on the other end: "Jenene?" (said with an English accent)
Me: "Yes"?
English Guy: "What a pretty name."
Me: "Thank you."
EG: "Is so-and-so there?"
Me: "No, I'm sorry, he isn't in today, can I transfer you to his cell phone instead?"
EG: "Yes, thank you, that would be lovely."
That just made my day. :)
November 16, 2007
All In A Day's Work
I'm going to reveal a little bit more about my job. You all know that I am a receptionist, but what you didn't know that I am a receptionist at an animal health solutions company. Animal health solutions, you ask?
Well, I live on the Canadian prairies, which means lotsa farmers! And they farm everything. Our company just deals with the pig and chicken side of things. And animal health solutions means feed, genetics, supplies, vaccines, that type of thing.
So, anywho, I answer the phone for all those farmers who call in to talk to our feed guys, or our vet, or our accounting staff (all the paperwork side of things happens in our office where I work).
However, our office is in a large building that has other businesses in it. For example, a health clinic. For people. This doctor's office is in no way associated or affiliated with us.
I should mention that the name of our company does not have the word "animal" in it. And of course, some geniuses out there decided to put these 2 unrelated health companies in the same building. Can you guess where this is going?
I cannot count how many people have called or come in, asking to see the doctor, or asking me if this is the doctor's office, or asking me where the clinic is (because these same geniuses also didn't put up any clear signs), and of course, people wondering if our company sells vitamins or exercise equipment.
The head honchos (who are truly wonderful people, by the way) comment from time to time that we should probably put up a sign outside of our office somehow indicating that we are about animal health, complete with pictures of pigs and chickens. But I think they secretly get a kick out of people's confusion.
I suppose it is funny, but I tend to be quite a sympathetic person, so I always feel embarrassed for those individuals, wandering around outside my door, clearly not knowing where the heck they are supposed to go.
Another "wonderful" thing about working so close to a people health clinic is that I get to listen to the screams and cries of babies and little kids who's mommies brought them to the doctor. Joy.
And finally, some of those same geniuses I keep telling you about decided to build an elderly complex that is attached to our building. So when I'm not listening to unhappy children, I'm watching really old people take their daily walks, inside and around the building, which leads them right past my office, and as they shuffle slowly by, they stare at me, and it's quite a parade.
And every once in a while, I hear the unmistakable sound of an ambulance siren approach our building, and a crew comes in with a stretcher, rolls it right past my office to get to the elevator that will lead them to whatever old person needs help this time, and a few minutes later they will roll the stretcher by my office again, and this time there will be an old person in the stretcher, hooked up to an i.v. and oxygen, kind of like what just happened as I was typing this.
Well, at least I can't complain about my job being really boring. And this is just what happens outside my office! It's a whole other kind of fun inside the office....
Well, I live on the Canadian prairies, which means lotsa farmers! And they farm everything. Our company just deals with the pig and chicken side of things. And animal health solutions means feed, genetics, supplies, vaccines, that type of thing.
So, anywho, I answer the phone for all those farmers who call in to talk to our feed guys, or our vet, or our accounting staff (all the paperwork side of things happens in our office where I work).
However, our office is in a large building that has other businesses in it. For example, a health clinic. For people. This doctor's office is in no way associated or affiliated with us.
I should mention that the name of our company does not have the word "animal" in it. And of course, some geniuses out there decided to put these 2 unrelated health companies in the same building. Can you guess where this is going?
I cannot count how many people have called or come in, asking to see the doctor, or asking me if this is the doctor's office, or asking me where the clinic is (because these same geniuses also didn't put up any clear signs), and of course, people wondering if our company sells vitamins or exercise equipment.
The head honchos (who are truly wonderful people, by the way) comment from time to time that we should probably put up a sign outside of our office somehow indicating that we are about animal health, complete with pictures of pigs and chickens. But I think they secretly get a kick out of people's confusion.
I suppose it is funny, but I tend to be quite a sympathetic person, so I always feel embarrassed for those individuals, wandering around outside my door, clearly not knowing where the heck they are supposed to go.
Another "wonderful" thing about working so close to a people health clinic is that I get to listen to the screams and cries of babies and little kids who's mommies brought them to the doctor. Joy.
And finally, some of those same geniuses I keep telling you about decided to build an elderly complex that is attached to our building. So when I'm not listening to unhappy children, I'm watching really old people take their daily walks, inside and around the building, which leads them right past my office, and as they shuffle slowly by, they stare at me, and it's quite a parade.
And every once in a while, I hear the unmistakable sound of an ambulance siren approach our building, and a crew comes in with a stretcher, rolls it right past my office to get to the elevator that will lead them to whatever old person needs help this time, and a few minutes later they will roll the stretcher by my office again, and this time there will be an old person in the stretcher, hooked up to an i.v. and oxygen, kind of like what just happened as I was typing this.
Well, at least I can't complain about my job being really boring. And this is just what happens outside my office! It's a whole other kind of fun inside the office....
November 13, 2007
8 Random Things...
My dear cousin Erin from Fully Alive...Ready to Smile tagged me to do this meme. I like being random, but I can't always do it on demand. I'll try:
1. I am so self-conscious of my hair that I won't wear a toque, even in the freezing cold of winter. I just don't want to mess it up, and especially since I'm a receptionist, I always want to make sure that my hair is making a good impression.
2. Speaking of my job as a receptionist: I am a nerd for office supplies. I get so excited when I have to order ink, or pens, or post-its. I just love flipping through the Grand & Toy catalogue, thinking, "hm, which calculator should I get, there are so many options..."
3. I consider myself a girly-girl, but I love snakes. I don't think that they are scary or slimy or gross in any way. Also, I'm not afraid of peeing in the bush, so maybe I'm not that girly-girl.
4. The very first time I ever went fishing, I caught a fish, and a fair-sized fish too. I was 7 years old. I have never caught one since. I'm a bit disappointed.
5. I had a dream once that I became a boy. I have never met another girl who has had this dream. I don't know why I had this dream, I'm not alluding to anything...except that I have strange dreams.
6. When I move to the States, there are going to be a lot of things to adjust to. Like cooking, keeping my own house, paying bills, learning to drive standard, a new job, new friends, new church, new environment (not to mention new husband). But the thing I am most concerned about? Finding a new hairdresser. A GOOD new hairdresser.
7. I'm 22 years old, and I don't own a cell phone. I don't own a car. I don't own a house, or my own computer, or even my own camera. And I'm kind of proud of all of these things. But I bit the bullet and got myself a credit card for the first time. I've had it for 2 weeks. I still haven't activated it.
8. I am organized. I like being organized. I have a day planner that I absolutely love, but I'm so organized, I don't even use it! I write in it after the fact. My day planner is in my head.
I'm not going to tag anyone, but if you feel like doing this meme, go right ahead!
1. I am so self-conscious of my hair that I won't wear a toque, even in the freezing cold of winter. I just don't want to mess it up, and especially since I'm a receptionist, I always want to make sure that my hair is making a good impression.
2. Speaking of my job as a receptionist: I am a nerd for office supplies. I get so excited when I have to order ink, or pens, or post-its. I just love flipping through the Grand & Toy catalogue, thinking, "hm, which calculator should I get, there are so many options..."
3. I consider myself a girly-girl, but I love snakes. I don't think that they are scary or slimy or gross in any way. Also, I'm not afraid of peeing in the bush, so maybe I'm not that girly-girl.
4. The very first time I ever went fishing, I caught a fish, and a fair-sized fish too. I was 7 years old. I have never caught one since. I'm a bit disappointed.
5. I had a dream once that I became a boy. I have never met another girl who has had this dream. I don't know why I had this dream, I'm not alluding to anything...except that I have strange dreams.
6. When I move to the States, there are going to be a lot of things to adjust to. Like cooking, keeping my own house, paying bills, learning to drive standard, a new job, new friends, new church, new environment (not to mention new husband). But the thing I am most concerned about? Finding a new hairdresser. A GOOD new hairdresser.
7. I'm 22 years old, and I don't own a cell phone. I don't own a car. I don't own a house, or my own computer, or even my own camera. And I'm kind of proud of all of these things. But I bit the bullet and got myself a credit card for the first time. I've had it for 2 weeks. I still haven't activated it.
8. I am organized. I like being organized. I have a day planner that I absolutely love, but I'm so organized, I don't even use it! I write in it after the fact. My day planner is in my head.
I'm not going to tag anyone, but if you feel like doing this meme, go right ahead!
How Convenient
Since Sunday was Remembrance Day here in Canada, some of us had Monday off as a holiday. I learned that this wasn't a universal long weekend, so I'll try not to rub it in. But of course, I had to catch a cold on my extra day off.
I guess it's a good thing I didn't need to miss work, but still: I have an extra day off, and I can't fully enjoy it because I'm sick! Plus, Elleah and Jared and Kiera came over yesterday, but I didn't want to get the baby sick, so I stayed away from her. :(
I know I'm not a mother or anything, but I'm so in love with my little niece, that I just ache to hold her! So it's practically torture when she's right there, but I am forced to keep my distance. However, I glean almost as much joy watching my dad hold his grand-daughter. I love seeing this side of him. :D It's a precious sight.
I guess it's a good thing I didn't need to miss work, but still: I have an extra day off, and I can't fully enjoy it because I'm sick! Plus, Elleah and Jared and Kiera came over yesterday, but I didn't want to get the baby sick, so I stayed away from her. :(
I know I'm not a mother or anything, but I'm so in love with my little niece, that I just ache to hold her! So it's practically torture when she's right there, but I am forced to keep my distance. However, I glean almost as much joy watching my dad hold his grand-daughter. I love seeing this side of him. :D It's a precious sight.
November 9, 2007
Pictures!
Ok, I've tortured you all for too long. Here are pictures of my little niece Kiera Noelle!
Mommy Elleah just after delivery
Daddy Jared
Auntie Neenee
Grandpa "G"
Grandma "Nana"
Kiera
With her eyes open
The new parents with their new daughter.
Mommy Elleah just after delivery
Daddy Jared
Auntie Neenee
Grandpa "G"
Grandma "Nana"
Kiera
With her eyes open
The new parents with their new daughter.
October 29, 2007
The Waiting Is Over
It's been a long, arduous 25 hours for a certain mama-to-be, but it's all over now.
Kiera Noelle was born at 8:30 this morning, 7lbs 1oz, and everybody is fine but exhausted, so I hope they all have a great sleep (my mom and his mom were also there the whole time).
I'm at work right now, but I'll get to see them tonight, and I'll put up some pictures as soon as I can.
Congratulations Jared and Elleah, especially Elleah. You were such a trooper, I'm so proud of all of you!
Kiera Noelle was born at 8:30 this morning, 7lbs 1oz, and everybody is fine but exhausted, so I hope they all have a great sleep (my mom and his mom were also there the whole time).
I'm at work right now, but I'll get to see them tonight, and I'll put up some pictures as soon as I can.
Congratulations Jared and Elleah, especially Elleah. You were such a trooper, I'm so proud of all of you!
October 26, 2007
Baby?
So, as you can see, that countdown is done, except it was one day off. My sister's due date is Oct. 27, which is tomorrow. In any case, my sister has been on mat leave for 2 weeks now, so the waiting game has officially begun.
The funny thing is, she has been doing everything she can to make her body go into labor. She's following all of those myths/tips about walking, and squats, and raspberry leaf tea...but no baby yet! She said very recently that God is giving her the strength and patience to simply wait. She isn't anxious at all!
And she's right, even if she goes 2 weeks overdue, 2 weeks is not very long in the grand scheme of things. And that baby is gonna have to come out at some point! I guess that means that everybody else is officially more impatient than the mother-to-be!
The funny thing is, she has been doing everything she can to make her body go into labor. She's following all of those myths/tips about walking, and squats, and raspberry leaf tea...but no baby yet! She said very recently that God is giving her the strength and patience to simply wait. She isn't anxious at all!
And she's right, even if she goes 2 weeks overdue, 2 weeks is not very long in the grand scheme of things. And that baby is gonna have to come out at some point! I guess that means that everybody else is officially more impatient than the mother-to-be!
Look Up
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Depending on how much attention you pay to the top of my page, you may or may not have noticed the countdown there. Yes, it's a baby countdown, and it is NOT for me! I don't want anybody to misinterpret anything, I am not pregnant, I don't plan on doing anything related to that anytime soon. It's for my older sister and brother-in-law, Elleah and Jared.
The word is out, it's official: there's going to be a little one in their family! At the time that I wrote this post (Mar.26), I had had to keep it a secret for a whole week, and it was quite difficult. But now the news is out in the open, so you can be sure that I'm going to tell everyone! I'm very excited to be an auntie.
This is their first child, her due date is approx. Oct.26, so that's the date I set for the countdown, that's the day the countdown will be over. Of course, the baby will be born whenever it wants to be born, so we'll see what's happened once Oct. 26 rolls around.
I'm putting the date for this blog as Oct.26, so it will always be at the top of my page, so that whenever someone new visits my site, they won't be misinformed about who that ticker is for. I'm also planning on taking pictures of my sister's ever-growing belly and posting them on here, so this blog will be regularly updated.
Yay for my little niece or nephew!
Elleah at 8 weeks.....Elleah at 11 weeks.....Elleah at 15 weeks
Elleah at 18 weeks...Elleah at 23 weeks...Elleah at 28 weeks
Elleah at 31 weeks...Elleah at 36 weeks
Depending on how much attention you pay to the top of my page, you may or may not have noticed the countdown there. Yes, it's a baby countdown, and it is NOT for me! I don't want anybody to misinterpret anything, I am not pregnant, I don't plan on doing anything related to that anytime soon. It's for my older sister and brother-in-law, Elleah and Jared.
The word is out, it's official: there's going to be a little one in their family! At the time that I wrote this post (Mar.26), I had had to keep it a secret for a whole week, and it was quite difficult. But now the news is out in the open, so you can be sure that I'm going to tell everyone! I'm very excited to be an auntie.
This is their first child, her due date is approx. Oct.26, so that's the date I set for the countdown, that's the day the countdown will be over. Of course, the baby will be born whenever it wants to be born, so we'll see what's happened once Oct. 26 rolls around.
I'm putting the date for this blog as Oct.26, so it will always be at the top of my page, so that whenever someone new visits my site, they won't be misinformed about who that ticker is for. I'm also planning on taking pictures of my sister's ever-growing belly and posting them on here, so this blog will be regularly updated.
Yay for my little niece or nephew!
Elleah at 8 weeks.....Elleah at 11 weeks.....Elleah at 15 weeks
Elleah at 18 weeks...Elleah at 23 weeks...Elleah at 28 weeks
Elleah at 31 weeks...Elleah at 36 weeks
October 23, 2007
Wax On, Wax Off
So.
Under arm waxing.
It works.
It hurts.
The hurt is not worth the work.
*whimper*
The End.
Under arm waxing.
It works.
It hurts.
The hurt is not worth the work.
*whimper*
The End.
October 16, 2007
A Blast From The Past
So here's a picture of me when I was about 2.5 years old. Cute, is it not?
Notice the room in the background. What is it covered in? Baby powder.
Notice what I'm holding in my hands. A bottle of? Baby powder.
Notice the guilty look on my face. Did I do it? NO!!!
Older sisters seem to be born with the talent to torment and frame their younger siblings. Mine was no exception. I walked downstairs one day to see what her and our cousin were doing, and I found them dumping the white powdery stuff all over our room.
Thinking that this looked fun, and also realizing that the whole room had already been covered, I asked them for the bottle and proceeded to dump it all over myself. My sister and our cousin soon left the room and ran upstairs. I didn't really pay heed to them, and just basked in enjoyment of what I had just done.
But then. I soon heard the unmistakable footsteps of my mother coming down the stairs. I knew I had done something wrong, I just didn't know what. But I felt guilty as all get out, hence the look on my face. (I was probably thisclose to tears too.)
Thankfully, my mom decided it was more cute than punishable, so she took a picture. Years later I would remember the scene and surprise my mom with the true story. My sister framed me, by doing the damage herself, handing me the evidence, and running to tell on me.
Notice the room in the background. What is it covered in? Baby powder.
Notice what I'm holding in my hands. A bottle of? Baby powder.
Notice the guilty look on my face. Did I do it? NO!!!
Older sisters seem to be born with the talent to torment and frame their younger siblings. Mine was no exception. I walked downstairs one day to see what her and our cousin were doing, and I found them dumping the white powdery stuff all over our room.
Thinking that this looked fun, and also realizing that the whole room had already been covered, I asked them for the bottle and proceeded to dump it all over myself. My sister and our cousin soon left the room and ran upstairs. I didn't really pay heed to them, and just basked in enjoyment of what I had just done.
But then. I soon heard the unmistakable footsteps of my mother coming down the stairs. I knew I had done something wrong, I just didn't know what. But I felt guilty as all get out, hence the look on my face. (I was probably thisclose to tears too.)
Thankfully, my mom decided it was more cute than punishable, so she took a picture. Years later I would remember the scene and surprise my mom with the true story. My sister framed me, by doing the damage herself, handing me the evidence, and running to tell on me.
By the way, my sister conveniently doesn't remember this.
Chocolate or No Chocolate?
Can you believe that I'm even asking that question?
I have realized a horrible thing recently: that I am sick of chocolate.
How can this be?! I used to think I could never have too much chocolate, but alas, I actually discovered my limit when it comes to this life-giving substance from heaven. I know I've been eating terribly unhealthy for the past couple of months, and it has clearly caught up with me.
The thought of chocolate practically sends my stomach rolling. Not really, but you get the idea. Well, maybe you don't (especially if you are a woman). I guess I need to give myself a break, and hopefully I will be back to normal in very short order. In the meantime, say a little prayer for me?
;)
I have realized a horrible thing recently: that I am sick of chocolate.
How can this be?! I used to think I could never have too much chocolate, but alas, I actually discovered my limit when it comes to this life-giving substance from heaven. I know I've been eating terribly unhealthy for the past couple of months, and it has clearly caught up with me.
The thought of chocolate practically sends my stomach rolling. Not really, but you get the idea. Well, maybe you don't (especially if you are a woman). I guess I need to give myself a break, and hopefully I will be back to normal in very short order. In the meantime, say a little prayer for me?
;)
October 11, 2007
There's More Than One Way To Skin A Cat
No, this blog is actually about skinning cats, it's just an expression. But while we're on the topic, here's a picture:
Pretty gross, huh?
Ok, now onto what I was really going to talk about. I discovered a teeny tiny paper cut on my finger today. I don't know when I got it, but I certainly know when I discovered it.
It all started when I decided to help myself to some salty chips......
You do the math.
Ouch.
Pretty gross, huh?
Ok, now onto what I was really going to talk about. I discovered a teeny tiny paper cut on my finger today. I don't know when I got it, but I certainly know when I discovered it.
It all started when I decided to help myself to some salty chips......
You do the math.
Ouch.
Tongue-Tied
Oh Dear! My problem has gotten even worse!
When I first started blogging, I wrote a post on how I answer the phone at work, and how sometimes the words just don't want to come out. (I would put up a link....except I don't know how).
Anyway, I work as a receptionist, so the way I answer the phone represents my company. So when I can't answer it properly, I feel foolish, and I feel like I'm not living up to my potential, or living up to my employers' expectations.
So, when I wrote that blog (way back in March if anyone actually cares to go look for it), I wrote about how I couldn't say these words correctly: "One moment please."
I say this when I'm transferring a call, which, by the way, is what I do with EVERY call that comes in. "One moment please" usually comes out sounding like "Wuhmomeh please." I just need to slow down and relax!
Well, "one moment please" is no longer a problem these days. My new problem? Introducing the company name. I've started stuttering!!!! I'm absolutely mortified! I seriously practice my words when I'm not actually answering the phone. In fact, I've started picking up the phone randomly and saying the words, so that when I have to answer the phone for real, it'll come out the way it's supposed to.
But when there's actually someone on the line, it just doesn't happen! I don't get it! What is wrong with my mouth these days?! I've started praying about it, and if you feel so inclined, (once you're done laughing), can you please offer up a prayer that God would work out my mouth to be able to answer the phone properly? After all, it's only MY JOB.
When I first started blogging, I wrote a post on how I answer the phone at work, and how sometimes the words just don't want to come out. (I would put up a link....except I don't know how).
Anyway, I work as a receptionist, so the way I answer the phone represents my company. So when I can't answer it properly, I feel foolish, and I feel like I'm not living up to my potential, or living up to my employers' expectations.
So, when I wrote that blog (way back in March if anyone actually cares to go look for it), I wrote about how I couldn't say these words correctly: "One moment please."
I say this when I'm transferring a call, which, by the way, is what I do with EVERY call that comes in. "One moment please" usually comes out sounding like "Wuhmomeh please." I just need to slow down and relax!
Well, "one moment please" is no longer a problem these days. My new problem? Introducing the company name. I've started stuttering!!!! I'm absolutely mortified! I seriously practice my words when I'm not actually answering the phone. In fact, I've started picking up the phone randomly and saying the words, so that when I have to answer the phone for real, it'll come out the way it's supposed to.
But when there's actually someone on the line, it just doesn't happen! I don't get it! What is wrong with my mouth these days?! I've started praying about it, and if you feel so inclined, (once you're done laughing), can you please offer up a prayer that God would work out my mouth to be able to answer the phone properly? After all, it's only MY JOB.
October 5, 2007
Wedding Plans
One of the executives of the company I work for asked me this week if I was stressing over wedding plans. I said yes, albeit sheepishly. He seemed a bit shocked, and told me to relax, that I should enjoy my engagement for awhile.
Oh, I AM enjoying my engagement! But consider these facts:
a) I'm a girl
b) I knew I was going to marry Art from the beginning
c) I'm a girl
I have been planning this wedding for well over a year now. So now that my engagement is actually official, I'm eager to get on with the plans! And I'm not really that stressed. Most things that I have to plan are already in my head, just waiting to be made real.
The only thing I'm really stressing about right now is the Guest List. Need I say more? Next week I'm meeting with the lady that runs the hall where I'm having my reception, and I would like to give her a semi-accurate number.
I know that revisions will be made to this guest list as the weeks go by, but I'd like to get it out of the way now, so that revisions won't be a nightmare later on.
So, what else have I accomplished in the 3 weeks since Art popped the question?
- Booked the church
- Asked my bridesmaids to be my bridesmaids
- Bought invitation paper (just yesterday actually)
- Booked a photographer (I'm meeting with her tonight)
- Started thinking about songs that we would like to have at our dance
Of course, we must add this list to the things I got accomplished BEFORE he popped the question:
- Bought my wedding dress. And veil. And tiara/headband. And shoes (which I had already)
- Picked a day and booked the reception hall (the dates fill up quickly!)
- Found music that I may potentially walk down the aisle to (accidentally, I was just listening to music, and there it was!)
And then there are the things that I already know, but they haven't materialized yet:
- The MC
- The officiant
- The center pieces
- The flowers
- The church decorations
- How the processional is going to go
- Where I want our pictures taken
- Where I want the invitations printed
Oh yeah, you know it. This thing will be planned by Christmas. Well, probably not, but I'm so excited and eager, I probably COULD have it all done by then. I'll keep you updated, hopefully with pictures in the near future.
Oh, I AM enjoying my engagement! But consider these facts:
a) I'm a girl
b) I knew I was going to marry Art from the beginning
c) I'm a girl
I have been planning this wedding for well over a year now. So now that my engagement is actually official, I'm eager to get on with the plans! And I'm not really that stressed. Most things that I have to plan are already in my head, just waiting to be made real.
The only thing I'm really stressing about right now is the Guest List. Need I say more? Next week I'm meeting with the lady that runs the hall where I'm having my reception, and I would like to give her a semi-accurate number.
I know that revisions will be made to this guest list as the weeks go by, but I'd like to get it out of the way now, so that revisions won't be a nightmare later on.
So, what else have I accomplished in the 3 weeks since Art popped the question?
- Booked the church
- Asked my bridesmaids to be my bridesmaids
- Bought invitation paper (just yesterday actually)
- Booked a photographer (I'm meeting with her tonight)
- Started thinking about songs that we would like to have at our dance
Of course, we must add this list to the things I got accomplished BEFORE he popped the question:
- Bought my wedding dress. And veil. And tiara/headband. And shoes (which I had already)
- Picked a day and booked the reception hall (the dates fill up quickly!)
- Found music that I may potentially walk down the aisle to (accidentally, I was just listening to music, and there it was!)
And then there are the things that I already know, but they haven't materialized yet:
- The MC
- The officiant
- The center pieces
- The flowers
- The church decorations
- How the processional is going to go
- Where I want our pictures taken
- Where I want the invitations printed
Oh yeah, you know it. This thing will be planned by Christmas. Well, probably not, but I'm so excited and eager, I probably COULD have it all done by then. I'll keep you updated, hopefully with pictures in the near future.
October 4, 2007
The Proposal
Okay okay okay okay okay, I guess I really need to have a separate post about the proposal, in more detail. So if anybody was wanting to hear a better story, here it is. And, if you are on my Facebook, then you may have already read my note there. This is from that Facebook note, verbatim.
This is how it went down, as far as I remember.
My plane landed in Vancouver on Thursday evening, Sept.13. Art drove me to his home after picking me up from the airport. I was SO hungry, so all I could think about was food, and I kept begging him to go out to eat, or just to get some food somehow. But he wanted to show me his place first.
I had just bought a CD, so I put that music on, and he showed me around. The best and last thing he wanted to show me was his "fireplace." (It turns on with a switch, so it's not really real, but I don't care, it's still sweet that he has one.) So he got the "fire" going, turned off the lights, and we sat down on the floor in front of it, cuddling.
Then I remembered that I had got him some exclusively Canadian treats, and I asked him if I should go get them. He said, "no, just stay here for a while."
And then, "I actually got you something too."
Me: "Really?"
Art: "Yeah, I have a gift for you........and a question."
Me (on the outside): "Ok." (on the inside): "YAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!:D:D:D
So he popped the question, I said yes about 83 times and hugged him and squealed and kissed him and squealed, and then he said, "you haven't even seen the ring yet!"
My reply? "Idon'tcareIloveyou!!!!!"
But then he got the ring out and put it on my finger (at that point I started crying. In a good way). Then he had another surprise for me.
He had his brother and his friend set up the fire pit in the backyard, and we went out there and roasted hot dogs, and marshmallows for smores, and it was dark and quiet, so we could see the stars, and it was just absolutely perfect. I mean, I love my fancy dinners at nice restaurants, but I was SO hungry, and also I didn't want a public proposal.
This was private and intimate, plus it was at his house (which will eventually be our house), so my first memories there are sweet and romantic.
The date is set for July 19, 2008. I can't wait!!!!
This is how it went down, as far as I remember.
My plane landed in Vancouver on Thursday evening, Sept.13. Art drove me to his home after picking me up from the airport. I was SO hungry, so all I could think about was food, and I kept begging him to go out to eat, or just to get some food somehow. But he wanted to show me his place first.
I had just bought a CD, so I put that music on, and he showed me around. The best and last thing he wanted to show me was his "fireplace." (It turns on with a switch, so it's not really real, but I don't care, it's still sweet that he has one.) So he got the "fire" going, turned off the lights, and we sat down on the floor in front of it, cuddling.
Then I remembered that I had got him some exclusively Canadian treats, and I asked him if I should go get them. He said, "no, just stay here for a while."
And then, "I actually got you something too."
Me: "Really?"
Art: "Yeah, I have a gift for you........and a question."
Me (on the outside): "Ok." (on the inside): "YAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!!!:D:D:D
So he popped the question, I said yes about 83 times and hugged him and squealed and kissed him and squealed, and then he said, "you haven't even seen the ring yet!"
My reply? "Idon'tcareIloveyou!!!!!"
But then he got the ring out and put it on my finger (at that point I started crying. In a good way). Then he had another surprise for me.
He had his brother and his friend set up the fire pit in the backyard, and we went out there and roasted hot dogs, and marshmallows for smores, and it was dark and quiet, so we could see the stars, and it was just absolutely perfect. I mean, I love my fancy dinners at nice restaurants, but I was SO hungry, and also I didn't want a public proposal.
This was private and intimate, plus it was at his house (which will eventually be our house), so my first memories there are sweet and romantic.
The date is set for July 19, 2008. I can't wait!!!!
September 24, 2007
My Summer Vacation...
...happened last week. That's right, I didn't take any time off this summer, just so I could leave for a few days in September. And those few days were amazing. I went on that specific weekend so I could go on the college annual fall retreat.
I saw Art, I saw friends and former teachers, I sat in on some of Art's classes, and I went to work with him (yeah, he couldn't get that much time off, but it wasn't too bad). So, here's the rundown.
I got there Thursday evening, Sept. 13.
The next day, I went to class with him, and then it was off to retreat at the beautiful RockRidge Canyon.
When the weekend was over, I went to work with Art, and he had 3 shifts. As you can imagine, I got a lot of reading done. And napping. And good food. Art is a bellman at this 4-Diamond resort.
I saw Art, I saw friends and former teachers, I sat in on some of Art's classes, and I went to work with him (yeah, he couldn't get that much time off, but it wasn't too bad). So, here's the rundown.
I got there Thursday evening, Sept. 13.
The next day, I went to class with him, and then it was off to retreat at the beautiful RockRidge Canyon.
This is the main lodge.
The cabin we all stayed in is on the left.
This is the the beach and lake (that they made) and The Blob in the background.
This is Art being launched off The Blob (he sits at the far end, someone jumps on to the near end, and up he goes!)
These are 2 of my friends from college (and there aren't many left there that I know, because it's been over a year since I graduated).
These are 2 of my friends from college (and there aren't many left there that I know, because it's been over a year since I graduated).
When the weekend was over, I went to work with Art, and he had 3 shifts. As you can imagine, I got a lot of reading done. And napping. And good food. Art is a bellman at this 4-Diamond resort.
This is the front entrance of the Semiahmoo Resort.
As soon as you walk in, this is what you see. (The front desk is on the left, the rest of that staircase is to the right).
This is the back of the hotel. And if you turn around from here, you see this:
That's Whiterock (in Canada)
You can see the beach and Whiterock while sitting here. I took a nap in one of these chairs.
I also sat here a lot. It was warm, and perfect for reading.
This is the library. I had breakfast here one morning (practically served on a silver platter).
This is in the lobby.
So is this.
If you happen to be pulling up to the resort around 7am on a clear day, this is what you'll see. That's Mount Baker.
And finally:
This is the ring Art gave me. :o
That's right, my dear Arthur proposed the same evening I got there, while we were cuddling in front of his fireplace. And I said yes. So the wedding is set for July 19, and I'm going to be moving out there.
As you can see from all the pictures, life is going to be pretty tough out there ;)....(did I mention he lives 10 minutes from all of that?) Yup. And that was my summer vacation.
That's right, my dear Arthur proposed the same evening I got there, while we were cuddling in front of his fireplace. And I said yes. So the wedding is set for July 19, and I'm going to be moving out there.
As you can see from all the pictures, life is going to be pretty tough out there ;)....(did I mention he lives 10 minutes from all of that?) Yup. And that was my summer vacation.
September 11, 2007
Childhood Moments
Childhood Ambition: I always said I wanted to be an archaeologist. My mom bought me a rock-tumbler-polisher-thing for a gift once. It was loud, messy, and pretty much unsuccessful. After that, I stopped wanting to be an archaeologist.
Fondest Memory (then): I can’t pick one memory or one event, so I’ll say that I fondly remember our tiny house with our big yard and the massive tree in front. We had a garden that grew carrots and potatoes and cucumbers, and raspberry bushes right by lilac bushes. There were a couple of rhubarb plants close by as well.
We had large evergreen trees, and I would play under the branches. We had a small climbing tree by the driveway, and tall shrubs to give us privacy all around our yard. We had a small shed that was musty and dirty, but I loved it. And beyond the backyard were fields to play in. I remember all the sights and smells and little details, and part of me always wishes I could go back.
Proudest Moment (then): Any time my mom put me in one of the many frilly dresses she made for me and my sister, complete with bows in my hair. I felt like a princess. Except for the fact that the dresses were really itchy.
Biggest Challenge as a child or teen: Trying to figure out what it means to have a relationship with God. Sometimes, I still don’t think I’ve figured it out.
My First Job: I think it was at a strawberry farm that’s a couple of miles out of town. I picked buckets and buckets of strawberries on early summer mornings, cold and wet from the dew, and itchy from the ever-present swarms of mosquitoes. I did not like it.
Childhood Indulgence: Glasses of chocolate milk at The Royal Table (a restaurant in town that is no longer). My dad would take me and my sister there on Saturday mornings, and he would sit and talk with other men, and we would have a table to ourselves. We would blow bubbles, and play, and we probably made a mess every time.
Favorite Outfit as a Child: Other people’s dress-up clothes.
Favorite Childhood Movie: "Anne of Green Gables." Canadian classic. I still love it.
Favorite Childhood Book: “If I Ran The Zoo” by Dr. Seuss. I thought all the names of the made-up animals were SO funny. I was also a huge fan of “The BFG” by Roald Dahl (BFG stands for “Big Friendly Giant”).
Childhood Hero: I honestly don’t remember having a hero. Maybe all the now-retired, famous figure skaters? I was a huge fan when I was young. I remember watching them and wishing I could be them.
Nicknames as a Child: Scooter. I don’t why, but that’s what it was. Or Jenene-y. Or my dad’s favorite: Jenene-ski. Like it’s Russian or something.
Favorite Activity as a Child: Playing with barbies or paper dolls. I also had a Where’s Waldo puzzle that I did over and over and over and over and over. Usually in one sitting.
Fondest Memory (then): I can’t pick one memory or one event, so I’ll say that I fondly remember our tiny house with our big yard and the massive tree in front. We had a garden that grew carrots and potatoes and cucumbers, and raspberry bushes right by lilac bushes. There were a couple of rhubarb plants close by as well.
We had large evergreen trees, and I would play under the branches. We had a small climbing tree by the driveway, and tall shrubs to give us privacy all around our yard. We had a small shed that was musty and dirty, but I loved it. And beyond the backyard were fields to play in. I remember all the sights and smells and little details, and part of me always wishes I could go back.
Proudest Moment (then): Any time my mom put me in one of the many frilly dresses she made for me and my sister, complete with bows in my hair. I felt like a princess. Except for the fact that the dresses were really itchy.
Biggest Challenge as a child or teen: Trying to figure out what it means to have a relationship with God. Sometimes, I still don’t think I’ve figured it out.
My First Job: I think it was at a strawberry farm that’s a couple of miles out of town. I picked buckets and buckets of strawberries on early summer mornings, cold and wet from the dew, and itchy from the ever-present swarms of mosquitoes. I did not like it.
Childhood Indulgence: Glasses of chocolate milk at The Royal Table (a restaurant in town that is no longer). My dad would take me and my sister there on Saturday mornings, and he would sit and talk with other men, and we would have a table to ourselves. We would blow bubbles, and play, and we probably made a mess every time.
Favorite Outfit as a Child: Other people’s dress-up clothes.
Favorite Childhood Movie: "Anne of Green Gables." Canadian classic. I still love it.
Favorite Childhood Book: “If I Ran The Zoo” by Dr. Seuss. I thought all the names of the made-up animals were SO funny. I was also a huge fan of “The BFG” by Roald Dahl (BFG stands for “Big Friendly Giant”).
Childhood Hero: I honestly don’t remember having a hero. Maybe all the now-retired, famous figure skaters? I was a huge fan when I was young. I remember watching them and wishing I could be them.
Nicknames as a Child: Scooter. I don’t why, but that’s what it was. Or Jenene-y. Or my dad’s favorite: Jenene-ski. Like it’s Russian or something.
Favorite Activity as a Child: Playing with barbies or paper dolls. I also had a Where’s Waldo puzzle that I did over and over and over and over and over. Usually in one sitting.
September 2, 2007
New Hair!
Last week Monday and Tuesday, I got myself a haircut, and then some highlights (in that order). I cut my hair a little differently than I normally do, and I was a little nervous, but he was great (as he always is), and it was quite a bit of money, but I'm glad I treated myself.
I haven't had "longer" hair in over 8 years, so I figured it was about time. So, I guess he didn't really cut it, more like...he reshaped it, so I could wear it longer, but it wouldn't fall flat on me like it would if I had just let it grow. And the highlights just make the layers look even better. :D
I'm very happy with my new hair. Does anyone else love getting their hair cut/done? I feel like a new person every time! (A good, improved new person, that is).
I haven't had "longer" hair in over 8 years, so I figured it was about time. So, I guess he didn't really cut it, more like...he reshaped it, so I could wear it longer, but it wouldn't fall flat on me like it would if I had just let it grow. And the highlights just make the layers look even better. :D
I'm very happy with my new hair. Does anyone else love getting their hair cut/done? I feel like a new person every time! (A good, improved new person, that is).
I'm not sure what I'm trying to do with my face here, but just look at the hair instead.
Fantastic, fantasma-great!
August 23, 2007
Today's Lesson: I Am Not God!
You are my King and my God. You command victories for Israel.
Only by Your power can we push back our enemies; only in Your name can we trample our foes.
I do not trust in my bow; I do not count on my sword to save me.
You are the one who gives us victory over our enemies; You disgrace those who hate us.
O God, we give glory to You all day long and constantly praise Your name.
Psalm 44:4-8
I was talking to God today about circumstances in my life, and He led me to the Word, and to this passage. Now, I don't live in Israel, my life isn't full of literal war. But right now, I feel like I have enemies. My enemies are my negative circumstances.
They are always on my mind, always present in my life, reminding me that my life is sometimes complicated and difficult. Moreover, they make sure that I am aware that I cannot fix or solve these problems. They are above me, bigger than I. And me, in my humanity and finiteness, cannot get over them or around them. Not when I trust my own "weapons."
But God reminded me that He is above everything, even my big problems. He can see the end, He can see a solution where there isn't one. He can change the circumstances completely. He can also change hearts. No human can do those things. But God can. He wants to, and He will, if we ask and trust.
What would we do without God?
Only by Your power can we push back our enemies; only in Your name can we trample our foes.
I do not trust in my bow; I do not count on my sword to save me.
You are the one who gives us victory over our enemies; You disgrace those who hate us.
O God, we give glory to You all day long and constantly praise Your name.
Psalm 44:4-8
I was talking to God today about circumstances in my life, and He led me to the Word, and to this passage. Now, I don't live in Israel, my life isn't full of literal war. But right now, I feel like I have enemies. My enemies are my negative circumstances.
They are always on my mind, always present in my life, reminding me that my life is sometimes complicated and difficult. Moreover, they make sure that I am aware that I cannot fix or solve these problems. They are above me, bigger than I. And me, in my humanity and finiteness, cannot get over them or around them. Not when I trust my own "weapons."
But God reminded me that He is above everything, even my big problems. He can see the end, He can see a solution where there isn't one. He can change the circumstances completely. He can also change hearts. No human can do those things. But God can. He wants to, and He will, if we ask and trust.
What would we do without God?
August 21, 2007
Plane Ticket Answers
So.....remember how you were all joining me in praying for plane tickets at a good price? Well. Today was my deadline. I checked AirCanada.com today, and guess what: The prices indeed went down! I got the times I want, and the prices I want, and it was marvelous. Praise God!
I put in all the credit card information, and........here's the kicker: as the website was processing my transaction, a notice came up that my prices had changed, and asked me if I still wanted to book this flight.
The prices had changed WHILE I was in the middle of buying the tickets. The prices went DOWN while I was the middle of buying the tickets. I mean, I was already perfectly happy with the low prices that were offered, and then they went DOWN by $30!!!!! Did I still want to book this flight???? OF COURSE!!!!
So I did. I'm officially booked for my vacation in September. I'm very happy. And thankful. Yay!
I put in all the credit card information, and........here's the kicker: as the website was processing my transaction, a notice came up that my prices had changed, and asked me if I still wanted to book this flight.
The prices had changed WHILE I was in the middle of buying the tickets. The prices went DOWN while I was the middle of buying the tickets. I mean, I was already perfectly happy with the low prices that were offered, and then they went DOWN by $30!!!!! Did I still want to book this flight???? OF COURSE!!!!
So I did. I'm officially booked for my vacation in September. I'm very happy. And thankful. Yay!
August 13, 2007
Best Headache I've Ever Had
So Josh Groban came to town yesterday. And boy, was I there. I actually bought the tickets on a whim, and then immediately afterward, I thought, "I hope I can find someone to go with." And, "I hope it was worth all that money."
Well, I ended up taking my sister, because she is a huge fan as well, and yes, it was TOTALLY worth it! We were in row 21 on the floor. (I'd say those are pretty good seats.)
The opening act was a woman named Debra Cox. I had heard of her, but I really only knew one song by her. She has an incredible voice, and she is a very classy performer. And then.
The main event. The lights dimmed, the music started, the crowd started screaming. And we heard his voice: "Don't give up; it's just the weight of the world." I got chills.
(My sister told me later on that as soon as he started singing, the baby started kicking and jumping and moving inside her. I guess even unborn children are fans of Josh Groban.)
He kept singing, the curtain lifted, the lights came on, and there he was on the stage in front of me, in all his glory. I was in heaven.
He had a live band and a live orchestra, and it sounded so grand and majestic. The lights and stage show were very good, not too flashy or distracting. He even had some animated videos that played while he was singing. It was all so incredible. Josh Groban was all around me.
For one song, he even came out from a totally different part of the stadium, and walked through the crowd. Now, I have never been one to get all starstruck over famous people (not that I'm around them very much), but when he came down the aisle close to where I was sitting, I gave quite a shriek, and then was immediately embarrassed.
Although, every other woman around me was squealing just as bad, and most of them were older than me! But seriously! I was 10 chairs away from him!!
And of course, he just HAD to have 2 false endings to his concert. You know: he says thank you and good night, walks off stage, the lights go down, but everyone knows it isn't the end. Sure enough, he came back and did two more songs. And he did not disappoint. And of course, the grand finale: You Raise Me Up, complete with a live choir. Oh, but it was a glorious evening.
Other concert highlights: he plays the drums. Like, he's freaking awesome at the drums! He played piano for a few of his songs too. Now that is talent: playing the piano, while singing, and he's sitting down, and somehow he still manages all those powerful notes.
And he just happens to be totally down to earth and funny. I love it. His songs and his singing are so serious, but then he just cracks jokes and makes fun of himself and of other people. It was hilarious.
So basically it was a good time, and this blog does not do it justice at all, and I'm very glad I went, and I hope I'll get another chance to see him live again. :D
Well, I ended up taking my sister, because she is a huge fan as well, and yes, it was TOTALLY worth it! We were in row 21 on the floor. (I'd say those are pretty good seats.)
The opening act was a woman named Debra Cox. I had heard of her, but I really only knew one song by her. She has an incredible voice, and she is a very classy performer. And then.
The main event. The lights dimmed, the music started, the crowd started screaming. And we heard his voice: "Don't give up; it's just the weight of the world." I got chills.
(My sister told me later on that as soon as he started singing, the baby started kicking and jumping and moving inside her. I guess even unborn children are fans of Josh Groban.)
He kept singing, the curtain lifted, the lights came on, and there he was on the stage in front of me, in all his glory. I was in heaven.
He had a live band and a live orchestra, and it sounded so grand and majestic. The lights and stage show were very good, not too flashy or distracting. He even had some animated videos that played while he was singing. It was all so incredible. Josh Groban was all around me.
For one song, he even came out from a totally different part of the stadium, and walked through the crowd. Now, I have never been one to get all starstruck over famous people (not that I'm around them very much), but when he came down the aisle close to where I was sitting, I gave quite a shriek, and then was immediately embarrassed.
Although, every other woman around me was squealing just as bad, and most of them were older than me! But seriously! I was 10 chairs away from him!!
And of course, he just HAD to have 2 false endings to his concert. You know: he says thank you and good night, walks off stage, the lights go down, but everyone knows it isn't the end. Sure enough, he came back and did two more songs. And he did not disappoint. And of course, the grand finale: You Raise Me Up, complete with a live choir. Oh, but it was a glorious evening.
Other concert highlights: he plays the drums. Like, he's freaking awesome at the drums! He played piano for a few of his songs too. Now that is talent: playing the piano, while singing, and he's sitting down, and somehow he still manages all those powerful notes.
And he just happens to be totally down to earth and funny. I love it. His songs and his singing are so serious, but then he just cracks jokes and makes fun of himself and of other people. It was hilarious.
So basically it was a good time, and this blog does not do it justice at all, and I'm very glad I went, and I hope I'll get another chance to see him live again. :D
August 9, 2007
GOAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLL!!!
Okay, so it's not that exciting. But I almost forgot to mention that when Art visited, he helped me complete another goal. Goal #64, actually: to own Dr. Seuss' If I Ran The Zoo. I never owned any Dr. Seuss books when I was a kid. I don't know why, but I never had any. So why this book in particular?
Well, once upon a time I saw a movie called "Picture Perfect." It stars Jennifer Aniston, it's kind of old, I wouldn't recommend that you see it, but this is where it all started. In the movie, she goes to a friend's wedding and catches the bride's bouquet, and gets her picture taken with the guy who catches the bride's garter.
She keeps the picture and contacts the guy and asks him to be part of a little scheme she's cooking up. She needs to pretend she's engaged or something, and I don't remember why, but she uses the picture as proof.
Things get more complicated, because they have to start being seen together, so then they have to make up all sorts of details about their pretend relationship. But he has never liked this scheme, and of course, he starts falling for her for real.
At one point they are talking about their childhood experiences, and she remembers that, once, when she was a little girl, she had very badly wanted a Cinderella watch. She gets a surprise from him the next day when he mails her a small box, and inside is a Cinderella watch. And of course, she realizes that she loves him, and they live happily ever after and so forth.
So anyway. It got me thinking. I realized that when I look back on my childhood, and at the toys or books that have sentimental value to me, the one I have always wanted was If I Ran The Zoo by Dr. Seuss. I remember reading it when I was 8 (or something) and laughing and laughing because the names of the made-up animals were SO funny.
And, just like the movie, I liked the idea of having my true love buy me the book, instead of me buying it for myself. How romantic. And so, Art did just that! He bought me the book, and now I am the proud owner of the object of my childhood affections.
So, now it's your turn. What book/toy/object from your childhood holds great sentimental value for you?
Well, once upon a time I saw a movie called "Picture Perfect." It stars Jennifer Aniston, it's kind of old, I wouldn't recommend that you see it, but this is where it all started. In the movie, she goes to a friend's wedding and catches the bride's bouquet, and gets her picture taken with the guy who catches the bride's garter.
She keeps the picture and contacts the guy and asks him to be part of a little scheme she's cooking up. She needs to pretend she's engaged or something, and I don't remember why, but she uses the picture as proof.
Things get more complicated, because they have to start being seen together, so then they have to make up all sorts of details about their pretend relationship. But he has never liked this scheme, and of course, he starts falling for her for real.
At one point they are talking about their childhood experiences, and she remembers that, once, when she was a little girl, she had very badly wanted a Cinderella watch. She gets a surprise from him the next day when he mails her a small box, and inside is a Cinderella watch. And of course, she realizes that she loves him, and they live happily ever after and so forth.
So anyway. It got me thinking. I realized that when I look back on my childhood, and at the toys or books that have sentimental value to me, the one I have always wanted was If I Ran The Zoo by Dr. Seuss. I remember reading it when I was 8 (or something) and laughing and laughing because the names of the made-up animals were SO funny.
And, just like the movie, I liked the idea of having my true love buy me the book, instead of me buying it for myself. How romantic. And so, Art did just that! He bought me the book, and now I am the proud owner of the object of my childhood affections.
So, now it's your turn. What book/toy/object from your childhood holds great sentimental value for you?
August 7, 2007
Happy happy happy happy happy happy happy happy
To all of you out there who have a boyfriend/fiance/husband, I'm sure that man is a wonderful, incredible man. But let me take a moment to brag about how amazing my boyfriend is.
It was early Friday evening. My mom was making dinner, I was sitting at our kitchen table doing a crossword puzzle. My back is to our front door. I hear said door open and close, and my ears subconsciously tell my brain that my dad is home.
I hear him walk up the stairs (again, my brain tells me it's my dad because it sounds like him; I know his steps). I feel an arm go around my shoulder to give me a side hug. I smile and lean into the hug, but I don't say anything, and I don't look up. My dad is just giving me a casual hug and then he will go say hi to my mom.
But then his hand stays on my shoulder, and my peripheral vision tells me that he's looking at me and that I should look up and acknowledge him. Perhaps he got a haircut, or he just has something to say or show me. So I look up. But it is NOT my dad. :D
No siree, that was not my dad that came through the door, walked up the stairs, and hugged me. I lifted my gaze up from the kitchen table and looked straight into the face of my beloved Arthur Morgan.
I wish I had enough words (or perhaps some pictures) to truly convey the absolute surprise and shock I felt when I realized that he was here in my house. I remember screaming and saying "Oh my gosh!" over and over, and he tells me I made him deaf in his right ear. But I think he would say it was worth it.
After I stopped screaming and laughing and crying and hugging him, I remember feeling kind of lost. Or, more accurately, I didn't know what to do with myself. I didn't know what to look at, or what to say or think or do.
He had been planning this surprise with my family for about two weeks before he came here (plus my mom told absolutely everyone she knew that he was coming out to surprise me). They helped him come up with some money for his bus tickets (yes, he took a bus. I think that was the longest day-and-a-half of his life).
And then he came up with some very clever lies about where he was so that I wouldn't suspect anything, or wonder why he wasn't calling me for a couple of days. ;) As it was, he did call a couple of times from his cell phone. And of course, everything seemed very normal for me.
He had been worried that I would have figured it out, but I had no reason to suspect anything, so all of the seemingly obvious clues went right over my head.
We went to the lake this weekend with my whole extended family (dad's side) like we do every year, and he got to come with us and meet some of them. I remember saying to him a couple of times, in the weeks before, that I wished he could come out for the weekend, and unbeknownst to me, that's exactly what was going to happen!
We had a great time, especially since it was a long weekend, so we got in nearly four full days together. *SIGH* I have the BEST boyfriend in the WHOLE WORLD!!!!!!!! And I am the luckiest woman in the whole world, because this man loves me.
He left late last night, and I should be more sad, but I don't think I have quite gotten over the shock that he had been secretly planning this and lying to me, and that he had actually been here. But now I can't say that we had to go the whole summer without seeing each other. And now I can say that I only have to wait one more month before I see him again.
I must be the only person who is eager for summer to end. Bring on September!
It was early Friday evening. My mom was making dinner, I was sitting at our kitchen table doing a crossword puzzle. My back is to our front door. I hear said door open and close, and my ears subconsciously tell my brain that my dad is home.
I hear him walk up the stairs (again, my brain tells me it's my dad because it sounds like him; I know his steps). I feel an arm go around my shoulder to give me a side hug. I smile and lean into the hug, but I don't say anything, and I don't look up. My dad is just giving me a casual hug and then he will go say hi to my mom.
But then his hand stays on my shoulder, and my peripheral vision tells me that he's looking at me and that I should look up and acknowledge him. Perhaps he got a haircut, or he just has something to say or show me. So I look up. But it is NOT my dad. :D
No siree, that was not my dad that came through the door, walked up the stairs, and hugged me. I lifted my gaze up from the kitchen table and looked straight into the face of my beloved Arthur Morgan.
I wish I had enough words (or perhaps some pictures) to truly convey the absolute surprise and shock I felt when I realized that he was here in my house. I remember screaming and saying "Oh my gosh!" over and over, and he tells me I made him deaf in his right ear. But I think he would say it was worth it.
After I stopped screaming and laughing and crying and hugging him, I remember feeling kind of lost. Or, more accurately, I didn't know what to do with myself. I didn't know what to look at, or what to say or think or do.
He had been planning this surprise with my family for about two weeks before he came here (plus my mom told absolutely everyone she knew that he was coming out to surprise me). They helped him come up with some money for his bus tickets (yes, he took a bus. I think that was the longest day-and-a-half of his life).
And then he came up with some very clever lies about where he was so that I wouldn't suspect anything, or wonder why he wasn't calling me for a couple of days. ;) As it was, he did call a couple of times from his cell phone. And of course, everything seemed very normal for me.
He had been worried that I would have figured it out, but I had no reason to suspect anything, so all of the seemingly obvious clues went right over my head.
We went to the lake this weekend with my whole extended family (dad's side) like we do every year, and he got to come with us and meet some of them. I remember saying to him a couple of times, in the weeks before, that I wished he could come out for the weekend, and unbeknownst to me, that's exactly what was going to happen!
We had a great time, especially since it was a long weekend, so we got in nearly four full days together. *SIGH* I have the BEST boyfriend in the WHOLE WORLD!!!!!!!! And I am the luckiest woman in the whole world, because this man loves me.
He left late last night, and I should be more sad, but I don't think I have quite gotten over the shock that he had been secretly planning this and lying to me, and that he had actually been here. But now I can't say that we had to go the whole summer without seeing each other. And now I can say that I only have to wait one more month before I see him again.
I must be the only person who is eager for summer to end. Bring on September!
The Ants Go Marching...
...but there ain't no 'hurrah' about it.
I looked at my bedroom floor last week Wednesday, and I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. It was an ant. So I killed it.
Then I looked again, and realized that the ant I just killed had some friends. About 15, actually. So I went around my room, slapping my carpet to kill the ants (and I probably looked like a crazy person who sees things that nobody else can because those things aren't really there). But I assure you, they were.
So I went upstairs and promptly told my mom: I have ants!!! Where did they come from? Why are they in my room??
Then I went on the internet to look for a homemade solution to my ant problem (because it was evening, so we couldn't go out and buy ant traps, and also, I wanted them gone NOW). I found a recommendation for vinegar mixed with water, apple cider vinegar to be exact. Just fill a spray bottle with water, add a bit of vinegar, and spray the baseboards and wherever you see ants.
Well, it actually seemed to work! I went back downstairs, saw twice as many ants as I had before, and started spraying. It smelled a little bit, but I was feeling very positive about my efforts until I lifted something off of my floor.
You may remember my post about my birthday, and how my mom bought me some frying pans. They have been sitting on my floor (but out of the way) this whole time, still in their original packaging, until I move out.
So as I was lifting things to spray my carpet, I picked up my pans, and behold, the creepy-crawliest sight I have ever encountered in my own bedroom: a hundred ants, swarming about, right where my pans had been sitting. Whey they picked that spot, I have NO idea.
It was gross, I screamed, and then I attacked with a vengeance using my potent vinegar mixture. Well, they disappeared in an awful hurry. But then so did I, because the scent was starting to be too much. I let my room air out, and the next day my mom bought me some ant traps.
The combination of my homemade treatment plus ant traps seems to be working, but I still see a few ants here and there everyday. I guess I have to wait longer than a week before all the ants are gone. So if any of you ever have trouble with ants, remember to give them a hearty does of vinegar water.
I also read that a mixture of baking soda and powdered sugar works. Or cinnamon. Just sprinkle those around the edges of rooms. And if all your sprinkling and spraying doesn't work, well, I suppose you could mix all those things in a large bowl and bake something instead!
I looked at my bedroom floor last week Wednesday, and I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. It was an ant. So I killed it.
Then I looked again, and realized that the ant I just killed had some friends. About 15, actually. So I went around my room, slapping my carpet to kill the ants (and I probably looked like a crazy person who sees things that nobody else can because those things aren't really there). But I assure you, they were.
So I went upstairs and promptly told my mom: I have ants!!! Where did they come from? Why are they in my room??
Then I went on the internet to look for a homemade solution to my ant problem (because it was evening, so we couldn't go out and buy ant traps, and also, I wanted them gone NOW). I found a recommendation for vinegar mixed with water, apple cider vinegar to be exact. Just fill a spray bottle with water, add a bit of vinegar, and spray the baseboards and wherever you see ants.
Well, it actually seemed to work! I went back downstairs, saw twice as many ants as I had before, and started spraying. It smelled a little bit, but I was feeling very positive about my efforts until I lifted something off of my floor.
You may remember my post about my birthday, and how my mom bought me some frying pans. They have been sitting on my floor (but out of the way) this whole time, still in their original packaging, until I move out.
So as I was lifting things to spray my carpet, I picked up my pans, and behold, the creepy-crawliest sight I have ever encountered in my own bedroom: a hundred ants, swarming about, right where my pans had been sitting. Whey they picked that spot, I have NO idea.
It was gross, I screamed, and then I attacked with a vengeance using my potent vinegar mixture. Well, they disappeared in an awful hurry. But then so did I, because the scent was starting to be too much. I let my room air out, and the next day my mom bought me some ant traps.
The combination of my homemade treatment plus ant traps seems to be working, but I still see a few ants here and there everyday. I guess I have to wait longer than a week before all the ants are gone. So if any of you ever have trouble with ants, remember to give them a hearty does of vinegar water.
I also read that a mixture of baking soda and powdered sugar works. Or cinnamon. Just sprinkle those around the edges of rooms. And if all your sprinkling and spraying doesn't work, well, I suppose you could mix all those things in a large bowl and bake something instead!
July 31, 2007
Plane Ticket Prayers
Well it's that time again: the time when I'm thinking about my next vacation, and looking to book my flights. I'm going out west in early September (that's right, no summer vacation for me, I'm saving it all up for the fall).
I have to clear my vacation with my supervisor and be able to announce it for sure to the rest of the staff at least 2 weeks before I leave, because I have to find people who can cover for me every minute. (The one downside to being a receptionist; I can't even go to the bathroom without someone covering for me).
So anyway. The date I would like to book my flights is Tuesday, August 21st.
Now I've been looking at flights and prices, and it's ridiculous! Why can't they have great low prices for evening flights? Not all of us are going to leave at 1:00 in the afternoon. And another thing: Air Canada's great low rate used to be $149, which I've still seen on a few flights. But for whatever reason, the return flight I want costs $289!!!!! Who comes up with these prices?!
Anyway, I am NOT paying that much for a flight. So you can all join me in praying that I can get some decent prices. We have 3 weeks. Get your prayers on!!
And thank you. :)
I have to clear my vacation with my supervisor and be able to announce it for sure to the rest of the staff at least 2 weeks before I leave, because I have to find people who can cover for me every minute. (The one downside to being a receptionist; I can't even go to the bathroom without someone covering for me).
So anyway. The date I would like to book my flights is Tuesday, August 21st.
Now I've been looking at flights and prices, and it's ridiculous! Why can't they have great low prices for evening flights? Not all of us are going to leave at 1:00 in the afternoon. And another thing: Air Canada's great low rate used to be $149, which I've still seen on a few flights. But for whatever reason, the return flight I want costs $289!!!!! Who comes up with these prices?!
Anyway, I am NOT paying that much for a flight. So you can all join me in praying that I can get some decent prices. We have 3 weeks. Get your prayers on!!
And thank you. :)
July 16, 2007
Filling Up My Spiritual Trust Fund
Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow. It empties today of its strength. ~Corrie Ten Boom.
I was reading my friend Ruth's blog, and she was talking about walking into the unknown, and being able to trust God completely. I really needed to read that today. And it would have done my soul good had I read it yesterday. Or even last week.
The fact is: I'm worried. I've been worried for a while. Like, at least a month. And I don't know how that happened. Two months ago I was trusting God as I have never trusted Him before. I was walking in complete peace. And it felt so good. And then just like that, it was gone. But lately God has been calling (loudly) for me to return to Him and rest in the assurance of His provision.
I was having a pity party yesterday, and I was crying and pouting, and at one point I thought angrily to myself, "why can't I be a blade of grass? Life would be so much easier if I were a blade of grass!!!" Thinking back to that now, it's pretty funny. But in that moment of frustration, I'm pretty sure I meant it.
And then God's voice gently broke through the storm in my mind. "Jenene, if you were a blade of grass, you would most certainly be taken care of. And if you were more than grass, say, a flower (perhaps a lily?), I would say of you 'good' and 'beautiful', and I would care for you. And if you were more than a flower, perhaps a bird, I would look after you. (Matt. 6:25-30) \
But you are SO FAR above those things, how much MORE am I going to take care of you?! You are My child, My princess, made in My very image, I value you more than My own life. Everything is going to be OK."
Well God, feel free to repeat those words to me as often as You like. I desperately need to hear them. What's worse is that I'm worried about things that MAY happen in the distant future. I mean, we're not talking about later today, sometime tomorrow, or even next week. I'm worried about potential problems that could arise one year from now.
Now, it's good to think and plan ahead, but getting worked up like this is so pointless. So I'm making it my mission to become a prayer warrior for at least these next 12 months. I'll be an expert at trust after this. ;)
I was reading my friend Ruth's blog, and she was talking about walking into the unknown, and being able to trust God completely. I really needed to read that today. And it would have done my soul good had I read it yesterday. Or even last week.
The fact is: I'm worried. I've been worried for a while. Like, at least a month. And I don't know how that happened. Two months ago I was trusting God as I have never trusted Him before. I was walking in complete peace. And it felt so good. And then just like that, it was gone. But lately God has been calling (loudly) for me to return to Him and rest in the assurance of His provision.
I was having a pity party yesterday, and I was crying and pouting, and at one point I thought angrily to myself, "why can't I be a blade of grass? Life would be so much easier if I were a blade of grass!!!" Thinking back to that now, it's pretty funny. But in that moment of frustration, I'm pretty sure I meant it.
And then God's voice gently broke through the storm in my mind. "Jenene, if you were a blade of grass, you would most certainly be taken care of. And if you were more than grass, say, a flower (perhaps a lily?), I would say of you 'good' and 'beautiful', and I would care for you. And if you were more than a flower, perhaps a bird, I would look after you. (Matt. 6:25-30) \
But you are SO FAR above those things, how much MORE am I going to take care of you?! You are My child, My princess, made in My very image, I value you more than My own life. Everything is going to be OK."
Well God, feel free to repeat those words to me as often as You like. I desperately need to hear them. What's worse is that I'm worried about things that MAY happen in the distant future. I mean, we're not talking about later today, sometime tomorrow, or even next week. I'm worried about potential problems that could arise one year from now.
Now, it's good to think and plan ahead, but getting worked up like this is so pointless. So I'm making it my mission to become a prayer warrior for at least these next 12 months. I'll be an expert at trust after this. ;)
July 13, 2007
FREEDOM!!! :D
I would like to take this time to congratulate myself. I paid off my loan today. I took out a small loan to pay for my last semester of bible college, and I have been paying it off for a year and 2 months, and today, I made my last payment. It feels SO good to be debt-free.
Of course, I'm going to be paying my parents rent now, and it's only fair (considering I've been living at home for free until now). But the rent isn't going to be nearly as much as I was putting towards my loan, which means more money can go into savings.
And I will also have more money to put towards other things, like the repairs in our church roof. And since I'm being so holy with my money ;) I could also use that extra cash to treat myself once in a while. Although, it's not like I need a ton of extra cash; I'm not a big spender. I just hate debt, so I'm glad that's out of the way.
It's time to concentrate more on other things: like saving up for my wedding (which will be taking place in about a year from now). (And no, I'm not engaged. I just know that I'm getting married in a year.)
Of course, I'm going to be paying my parents rent now, and it's only fair (considering I've been living at home for free until now). But the rent isn't going to be nearly as much as I was putting towards my loan, which means more money can go into savings.
And I will also have more money to put towards other things, like the repairs in our church roof. And since I'm being so holy with my money ;) I could also use that extra cash to treat myself once in a while. Although, it's not like I need a ton of extra cash; I'm not a big spender. I just hate debt, so I'm glad that's out of the way.
It's time to concentrate more on other things: like saving up for my wedding (which will be taking place in about a year from now). (And no, I'm not engaged. I just know that I'm getting married in a year.)
July 12, 2007
First Anniversary: The Flowers
These are the roses Art sent me for our One Year Anniversary. A baker's dozen. They are so perfect and beautiful!!!
The card reads: "Jenene: There are 12 red roses for each month we've been together, and one year until it's forever. Love, Art."
The card reads: "Jenene: There are 12 red roses for each month we've been together, and one year until it's forever. Love, Art."
Art, you are the sweetest, most wonderful man on earth. I'm glad I'm yours. :D
July 11, 2007
First Anniversary: Part 2
**If you haven't read Part 1 already, you really should: you'll understand Part 2 a lot better.**
It was nearing the end of the school year. Jenene would be graduating soon, and then she would be going home for good. Art and the Other Girl were finishing their first year, so they would both be returning to the college for the next year. Jenene tried to convince herself that this was God's plan. She should go home and forget about Art, because he and the Other Girl belonged together.
Just as quickly as things began, they ended. One minute, Art and Jenene were practically a couple. The next, they were barely friends. Jenene knew that she and Art could not be friends; as difficult at that would be, they knew it was necessary to be apart completely. They needed to let their feelings settle down and subside.
As if things weren't already bad enough, it would inevitably get worse before it got better. Soon after Art and Jenene had ended their friendship, Art began another friendship with another girl. And since nothing can be kept a secret at a small bible college, it quickly became general knowledge that the Other Girl fancied Art.
And since they were spending a considerable amount of time together, everyone (including Jenene) assumed that Art liked her back. Jenene became very jealous, and downright furious. Art had told her that he wasn't going to pursue any relationships that year, but that's exactly what it looked like he was doing.
And since they were spending a considerable amount of time together, everyone (including Jenene) assumed that Art liked her back. Jenene became very jealous, and downright furious. Art had told her that he wasn't going to pursue any relationships that year, but that's exactly what it looked like he was doing.
And so the year continued. Jenene held onto her assumptions that Art left her for another girl, and she would not admit to anyone (not even herself) that she had never quite gotten over him. And Art had to live with his assumptions that he had made some terrible unknown mistake, and that Jenene hated him and would never forgive him.
It was nearing the end of the school year. Jenene would be graduating soon, and then she would be going home for good. Art and the Other Girl were finishing their first year, so they would both be returning to the college for the next year. Jenene tried to convince herself that this was God's plan. She should go home and forget about Art, because he and the Other Girl belonged together.
But something changed, this time for the better: Art and Jenene, knowing that they had little time left, started becoming friends again! Jenene couldn't believe that he was actually paying attention to her. Art couldn't believe that she was speaking to him. By the time Jenene had to leave, they had more or less reconciled their friendship. But they still had to say good-bye.
If only they had known each other's thoughts. They both wanted to say what they were feeling, but neither thought that it would do any good. It was too late. The year was over.
Their belongings were packed, and both left for their respective homes.
Only then did Jenene finally admit to herself that she was in love with Art. But it was no use. They would never see each other again. Or so they thought.
If only they had known each other's thoughts. They both wanted to say what they were feeling, but neither thought that it would do any good. It was too late. The year was over.
Their belongings were packed, and both left for their respective homes.
Only then did Jenene finally admit to herself that she was in love with Art. But it was no use. They would never see each other again. Or so they thought.
Thank goodness for a lovely little thing called MSN. As soon as Jenene got home, she and Art began chatting online. They had long conversations, and talked every possible minute that they could. Jenene knew that this wasn't exactly helping her get over him, but it was too tempting. She liked him too much, and if he wanted to talk, she wasn't about to say no.
They finally got onto the topic of their friendship, and the relationship that didn't quite happen. You can imagine their complete shock when the full truth was finally revealed: Art had never liked that Other Girl, Jenene had never hated him. They found out that they had been crazy about each other the whole year, but thought that it was too late.
They finally got onto the topic of their friendship, and the relationship that didn't quite happen. You can imagine their complete shock when the full truth was finally revealed: Art had never liked that Other Girl, Jenene had never hated him. They found out that they had been crazy about each other the whole year, but thought that it was too late.
Art wasn't about to let another opportunity pass him by: he told Jenene right then and there that letting her go was the biggest mistake of his life, and that if she gave him another chance, he would hang onto her forever.
Some might consider that a heavy statement, but this was Jenene wanted. It was what she needed. She didn't want any maybes. She didn't want any uncertainties. For her and Art, it was all or nothing. Jenene said yes. She jumped in with both feet, determined to do things right this time, and determined to make it last forever.
Some might consider that a heavy statement, but this was Jenene wanted. It was what she needed. She didn't want any maybes. She didn't want any uncertainties. For her and Art, it was all or nothing. Jenene said yes. She jumped in with both feet, determined to do things right this time, and determined to make it last forever.
Art demonstrated his love for Jenene right from the start, and she couldn't help but love him back. On July 11, 2006, Art asked Jenene to be his girlfriend. On July 12, 2006, they shared their first kiss. On July 16, 2006, Art and Jenene said "I love you" for the first time. And they were more than ready.
It has been a long year. Countless emails have been exchanged, and many many hours have been spent talking to each other on the phone. And everyday, they do the best they can to love each other from a distance, and just hang on until the next time they can see each other.
It has been a long year. Countless emails have been exchanged, and many many hours have been spent talking to each other on the phone. And everyday, they do the best they can to love each other from a distance, and just hang on until the next time they can see each other.
One long, incredible year has past. Only one more year to go, and then Art and Jenene can be together forever. Happy Anniversary, my dearest Arthur. I love you!!
July 9, 2007
First Anniversary: Part One
Once upon a time there was a boy named Art, and a girl named Jenene. Jenene was a lady of the Canadian prairies. Art was a man of the American west coast. They were the same age, but led very different lives, so of course, they had never met. They did not know that each other existed.
But that would change one fateful day. Only God Himself could have set it up (and clearly He did, or otherwise I wouldn't be telling this story).
Jenene decided to leave her home in the flat lands and go west, to a bible college near the coast. The mountains, the fresh ocean air, a music program that fit her to a tea, new people who would become her closest friends. It was like a dream. Except it was real.
So she attended that college, and her first year was everything she had hoped for and more. At the end of the year, she decided to join the president of the college and a team of students on a tour. They would perform skits, lead worship, have matching shirts, minister to various churches and have a marvelous time in a too-small, smelly old van, traveling around the North Western states. And so they embarked.
Their first American stop was at a church, in a city in the Harbor of the Oaks. They would stay there two days, and perform for the youth group of that church. Jenene (along with her team) walked into that church, and was promptly introduced to two rambunctious young men, who were apparently the youth interns. They had been very excited to meet this college group, and spend time with them.
And who were these interns exactly? She cared not for one of them, whose name she no longer remembers. The only name and face that stuck in her mind was none other than the aforementioned Art. Jenene was smitten at first sight. He was friendly, and funny, and VERY good looking. She soon found out that he played the drums, which only made him even more attractive.
And what of Art's opinion about Jenene? She was by far the cutest member of the team. And he absolutely adored her acting skills, especially in one sheep skit, where all she had to do was repeat practically everything the other sheep said - with a slight lisp, an over-sized grin, and a somewhat lopsided, jaunty walk. In his mind, this only made her even more attractive.
It was a wonderful two days for both of them, and after the team had left, Jenene heard rumors that this Art might attend their college come fall. All summer long, Jenene wondered about Art, and fancied (with absolutely no seriousness whatsoever) how bizarre it would be if something were to happen between the two of them. And all summer long, Art thought about Jenene, wondered if (and secretly hoped that) she would be at college that upcoming September.
September rolled around, and Jenene arrived for her second (and last) year at this beloved college. It was a delightful time, seeing old friends, and meeting people who would become her new friends. She waltzed through the door of the common lounge on orientation day, and there stood none other than Art!
She was delighted, but remained completely casual (she hoped). She walked up to him, said hi, and asked if he remembered her. He had indeed. Jenene had no idea at the time just how much Art had remembered her. The year began, and they fast became friends. It would seem that something was about to happen between them after all.
Alas, Jenene actually became less happy about the situation. She liked him, she was pretty sure he liked her, and they got along well. But she was not happy with the flirting. It was small college, and nothing goes hidden there. Everyone began to notice this blooming relationship, and they began to ask questions.
In a panic, Jenene finally decided to confront Art about it. He was completely caught off guard. He loved where things were going with them, and he had no desire to change it, or at least, no desire to talk about it in depth. In his mind, the in-depth conversation about their relationship was not to come along soon. These things cannot be rushed.
Poor Art, cornered by this fretful girl he liked so much, admitted that perhaps the flirting had got out of hand. He then felt obligated to come up with somewhat of a definition of their relationship. He did not feel it was time, but he didn't want to lose her either. So they took a new approach.
And suddenly, nothing was quite as good as it had been before. The spark had gone out. Spending time with each other felt forced, strained, and awkward. Perhaps Art had a made a mistake in the way he had formerly conducted himself. Perhaps Jenene had made a mistake in trying to force their relationship to go in a different direction. And perhaps it was never meant to be.
Jenene sought God about this in earnest. She didn't speak to Art for an entire week. And at the end of that week, she knew.
Art and Jenene went for a walk. They had a talk. And it was exactly as God had told her: they broke up. Or rather, whatever tenuous relationship had previously existed, now ceased to be. Jenene was sorely disappointed, but she trusted God, that He knew what was best.
She dove head first into her studies and into all the other aspects of college life, determined to make it a good year. And determined to distract herself in a feeble attempt to get over that wonderful man named Art.
To be continued in Part 2...
But that would change one fateful day. Only God Himself could have set it up (and clearly He did, or otherwise I wouldn't be telling this story).
Jenene decided to leave her home in the flat lands and go west, to a bible college near the coast. The mountains, the fresh ocean air, a music program that fit her to a tea, new people who would become her closest friends. It was like a dream. Except it was real.
So she attended that college, and her first year was everything she had hoped for and more. At the end of the year, she decided to join the president of the college and a team of students on a tour. They would perform skits, lead worship, have matching shirts, minister to various churches and have a marvelous time in a too-small, smelly old van, traveling around the North Western states. And so they embarked.
Their first American stop was at a church, in a city in the Harbor of the Oaks. They would stay there two days, and perform for the youth group of that church. Jenene (along with her team) walked into that church, and was promptly introduced to two rambunctious young men, who were apparently the youth interns. They had been very excited to meet this college group, and spend time with them.
And who were these interns exactly? She cared not for one of them, whose name she no longer remembers. The only name and face that stuck in her mind was none other than the aforementioned Art. Jenene was smitten at first sight. He was friendly, and funny, and VERY good looking. She soon found out that he played the drums, which only made him even more attractive.
And what of Art's opinion about Jenene? She was by far the cutest member of the team. And he absolutely adored her acting skills, especially in one sheep skit, where all she had to do was repeat practically everything the other sheep said - with a slight lisp, an over-sized grin, and a somewhat lopsided, jaunty walk. In his mind, this only made her even more attractive.
It was a wonderful two days for both of them, and after the team had left, Jenene heard rumors that this Art might attend their college come fall. All summer long, Jenene wondered about Art, and fancied (with absolutely no seriousness whatsoever) how bizarre it would be if something were to happen between the two of them. And all summer long, Art thought about Jenene, wondered if (and secretly hoped that) she would be at college that upcoming September.
September rolled around, and Jenene arrived for her second (and last) year at this beloved college. It was a delightful time, seeing old friends, and meeting people who would become her new friends. She waltzed through the door of the common lounge on orientation day, and there stood none other than Art!
She was delighted, but remained completely casual (she hoped). She walked up to him, said hi, and asked if he remembered her. He had indeed. Jenene had no idea at the time just how much Art had remembered her. The year began, and they fast became friends. It would seem that something was about to happen between them after all.
Alas, Jenene actually became less happy about the situation. She liked him, she was pretty sure he liked her, and they got along well. But she was not happy with the flirting. It was small college, and nothing goes hidden there. Everyone began to notice this blooming relationship, and they began to ask questions.
In a panic, Jenene finally decided to confront Art about it. He was completely caught off guard. He loved where things were going with them, and he had no desire to change it, or at least, no desire to talk about it in depth. In his mind, the in-depth conversation about their relationship was not to come along soon. These things cannot be rushed.
Poor Art, cornered by this fretful girl he liked so much, admitted that perhaps the flirting had got out of hand. He then felt obligated to come up with somewhat of a definition of their relationship. He did not feel it was time, but he didn't want to lose her either. So they took a new approach.
And suddenly, nothing was quite as good as it had been before. The spark had gone out. Spending time with each other felt forced, strained, and awkward. Perhaps Art had a made a mistake in the way he had formerly conducted himself. Perhaps Jenene had made a mistake in trying to force their relationship to go in a different direction. And perhaps it was never meant to be.
Jenene sought God about this in earnest. She didn't speak to Art for an entire week. And at the end of that week, she knew.
Art and Jenene went for a walk. They had a talk. And it was exactly as God had told her: they broke up. Or rather, whatever tenuous relationship had previously existed, now ceased to be. Jenene was sorely disappointed, but she trusted God, that He knew what was best.
She dove head first into her studies and into all the other aspects of college life, determined to make it a good year. And determined to distract herself in a feeble attempt to get over that wonderful man named Art.
To be continued in Part 2...
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