I got up early to help Art get ready for work, and I was going to go back to sleep. But now I'm not even remotely tired. My head is full of plans for the day (cleaning and grocery shopping and meal planning) and thoughts about the past year.
So much has changed in a year. Our perspective is quite different than it was at this time last year.
This time last year, I wasn't working, and we were barely surviving with Art's part time job. We couldn't cover our expenses by ourselves, and had to except A LOT of help from our parents. And I'm very grateful that they were able to help us. We could never pay them back.
We were so poor, that on TWO occasions, we couldn't afford toilet paper. TOILET PAPER. We ran out, and didn't have enough money to buy more, never mind enough money to fill our fridge or pay our bills. I was so ashamed and discouraged, and of course I couldn't blog about it.
Somewhere in the back of my head, I knew that God was good, but I sure couldn't feel it. I kept wondering how we were possibly going to get out of this mess. I kept wondering what God's plan was.
Now we both have full time jobs, we are more than able to meet all our expenses, and we still have plenty left over. Not only can we afford to fill our fridge, but I can afford to buy myself a new purse (which I did very recently). :D I can afford to get my jacket fixed when the zipper breaks. And we always have plenty of toilet paper.
There were parts of this past year that seemed really bleak, but other parts were still quite happy. We had the support and love of some very good friends. We had the love of a small church, even though we still didn't know the people very well. And we were in love. We found out that a hard year does not a bad marriage make. In the tough times, we had each other. And we had God.
I confess, I felt closer to God at this point last year than I do right now. I'm afraid I've gone the way of the Israelites: they cried out to God in their need, but after He came through for them, they didn't need Him anymore. I fear I'm starting to take God's goodness for granted. And I don't want that. I want to be ever thankful for all God has done for us.
So I have a little task for all of you: any time that I start to complain about my life, I need you to simply ask me, "Jenene, do you have toilet paper?" As long as we are at least able to afford to buy toilet paper, I know that we are truly blessed.
December 31, 2009
December 30, 2009
Prairie Girl is Back From the Prairies
Well, I'm back. On the wet coast again. Art and I got in late last night, showed his siblings our gifts, cracked up the heat in our room, bundled up and crawled into our very cold bed in our very cold room. I think we're finally at a normal temperature again.
I just finished catching up on my blog reading, and I have very scattered plans to unpack and clean and do laundry today. "Scattered" because I don't really know how I'm going to start. And I'm afraid I'm going to end up flitting from one thing to another and not actually accomplish anything. I like to have a firmly laid-out plan in my head, so that once I get started, I'm unstoppable.
I think I might start the laundry first. We'll see how I progress from there. But before laundry, I should probably eat. It just occurred to me that I'm really hungry.
I had a fantastic, busy holiday in Manitoba, and I plan to write all about it. I don't have to be back at work until Jan. 4, so I have plenty of time. But first, I must attend to my domestic duties. And my tummy.
I just finished catching up on my blog reading, and I have very scattered plans to unpack and clean and do laundry today. "Scattered" because I don't really know how I'm going to start. And I'm afraid I'm going to end up flitting from one thing to another and not actually accomplish anything. I like to have a firmly laid-out plan in my head, so that once I get started, I'm unstoppable.
I think I might start the laundry first. We'll see how I progress from there. But before laundry, I should probably eat. It just occurred to me that I'm really hungry.
I had a fantastic, busy holiday in Manitoba, and I plan to write all about it. I don't have to be back at work until Jan. 4, so I have plenty of time. But first, I must attend to my domestic duties. And my tummy.
December 23, 2009
Prairie Girl Back on the Prairies
Greetings from Manitoba! I've been up for about half an hour, and I'm feeling good. Art is still sleeping, which is no surprise. We had a very early morning yesterday, and a short night before that, so catching up on sleep is top priority.
My sister and her kids were here when we got home from the airport, and I got to meet my nephew Blake for the first time! He's so cute! I am in love. I got to hold him and rock him to sleep, and he even cooed at me a little bit. I could definitely go for more of that.
There is a small layer of snow here. The ground is more or less covered, but it isn't a thick blanket. Art brought all his snow gear, but I don't think he'll need it. I won't complain. I said I wanted snow for Christmas, and I'm going to have snow for Christmas.
My niece is so cute! She's such a big girl now, walking and talking. The last time we saw her, she was still scooting around on her butt. Now she can run, and climb stairs, and she repeats everything we say. Which means we have to be a lot more careful what we say. I'm not saying that I swear at all (because I don't) but what if I say start talking about some idiot driver we encountered on the road, and she overhears that and decides her new favorite word is "idiot"? Perfect. I've just taught my two year old niece to insult people. I don't want to be doing that.
Anyway, I don't really have tons of news to share. The flight was uneventful, but I did watch Julie and Julia, and I loved it! Such a cute movie. And then once we landed, we came here to my parents place, and we've been relaxing and visiting. We have a family gathering tonight, and I'm really looking forward to seeing my cousins and aunts and uncles. And this morning will be spent reading and listening to the cable guy install my parents satellite. That's right. After literally years and years of hearing my dad talk about it, they are finally expanding their television experience beyond the six local channels, otherwise known around these parts as "farmer vision."
It's kind of a big deal.
Well, I'm going to eat some breakfast and get back to my $5 Barnes and Noble novel. What can I say? I love discounts.
My sister and her kids were here when we got home from the airport, and I got to meet my nephew Blake for the first time! He's so cute! I am in love. I got to hold him and rock him to sleep, and he even cooed at me a little bit. I could definitely go for more of that.
There is a small layer of snow here. The ground is more or less covered, but it isn't a thick blanket. Art brought all his snow gear, but I don't think he'll need it. I won't complain. I said I wanted snow for Christmas, and I'm going to have snow for Christmas.
My niece is so cute! She's such a big girl now, walking and talking. The last time we saw her, she was still scooting around on her butt. Now she can run, and climb stairs, and she repeats everything we say. Which means we have to be a lot more careful what we say. I'm not saying that I swear at all (because I don't) but what if I say start talking about some idiot driver we encountered on the road, and she overhears that and decides her new favorite word is "idiot"? Perfect. I've just taught my two year old niece to insult people. I don't want to be doing that.
Anyway, I don't really have tons of news to share. The flight was uneventful, but I did watch Julie and Julia, and I loved it! Such a cute movie. And then once we landed, we came here to my parents place, and we've been relaxing and visiting. We have a family gathering tonight, and I'm really looking forward to seeing my cousins and aunts and uncles. And this morning will be spent reading and listening to the cable guy install my parents satellite. That's right. After literally years and years of hearing my dad talk about it, they are finally expanding their television experience beyond the six local channels, otherwise known around these parts as "farmer vision."
It's kind of a big deal.
Well, I'm going to eat some breakfast and get back to my $5 Barnes and Noble novel. What can I say? I love discounts.
December 21, 2009
Christmas Trip
So the house is totally clean. It feels so good to have such a clean house! Too bad we'll only be able to enjoy it for an evening.
The laundry is half done, I'm showered, Art's parents are coming over today (I think) so that we can exchange Christmas presents with them. And it just occurred to me that we don't have anything for Art's mom. Oops.
I haven't started packing yet, because the laundry isn't done yet. But I should probably at least pull out the suitcases and start organizing piles of things I have to bring. I know I haven't talked about our Manitoba Christmas trip much, but I really am excited. I miss all my family, and I can't wait to be around some snow! Even if it isn't very much snow. It's more than we have here! Because we have none here.
So I returned the coat that Art bought for me. Well, I exchanged it. The one he bought me was a red wool peacoat, and they didn't have a red one in my size, so I got a navy blue one instead. But I still really like it. And then the first day that I wore it, I spilled syrup on it from the candied yams I had made, so I might have to get it dry cleaned.
What is it with me and new, expensive clothes? First the zippers on the fancy boots Art bought me two years ago, then the zipper on my winter parka, then my brand new wool coat. My friend suggested to me that I could just wash it here at home, and then hang it up to dry. If we don't end up doing other laundry all evening, then maybe I'll try that.
Well, I should get going. I still have much to do, and time passes far too quickly when I'm blogging. Merry Christmas everyone! I'll "see" you in a week!
The laundry is half done, I'm showered, Art's parents are coming over today (I think) so that we can exchange Christmas presents with them. And it just occurred to me that we don't have anything for Art's mom. Oops.
I haven't started packing yet, because the laundry isn't done yet. But I should probably at least pull out the suitcases and start organizing piles of things I have to bring. I know I haven't talked about our Manitoba Christmas trip much, but I really am excited. I miss all my family, and I can't wait to be around some snow! Even if it isn't very much snow. It's more than we have here! Because we have none here.
So I returned the coat that Art bought for me. Well, I exchanged it. The one he bought me was a red wool peacoat, and they didn't have a red one in my size, so I got a navy blue one instead. But I still really like it. And then the first day that I wore it, I spilled syrup on it from the candied yams I had made, so I might have to get it dry cleaned.
What is it with me and new, expensive clothes? First the zippers on the fancy boots Art bought me two years ago, then the zipper on my winter parka, then my brand new wool coat. My friend suggested to me that I could just wash it here at home, and then hang it up to dry. If we don't end up doing other laundry all evening, then maybe I'll try that.
Well, I should get going. I still have much to do, and time passes far too quickly when I'm blogging. Merry Christmas everyone! I'll "see" you in a week!
December 16, 2009
Really, James? Isn't That a Bit of a Tall Order?
"They" say you shouldn't cry over spilled milk.
Am I allowed to cry after I had a hectic, crazy, scattered day at work?
Followed by an unexpected trip south to help Art's sister with her flat tire? On the freeway? In the rain?
Which means that we only got to go grocery shopping at 8pm instead of 6? Which means that we didn't eat dinner until 9:45, instead of 7:30?
And halfway through dinner preparations, the oven broke, so the pizza dough is raw, and we had to heat it up in the microwave?
And the one highlight of the evening was when we exchanged Christmas gifts, and he got me a coat (the doesn't fit) and I got him shoes (that don't fit)?
Is that worse than spilled milk? Am I allowed to cry then?
"Consider it pure joy whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything." -James 1:2-4
Easier said than done, James.
Am I allowed to cry after I had a hectic, crazy, scattered day at work?
Followed by an unexpected trip south to help Art's sister with her flat tire? On the freeway? In the rain?
Which means that we only got to go grocery shopping at 8pm instead of 6? Which means that we didn't eat dinner until 9:45, instead of 7:30?
And halfway through dinner preparations, the oven broke, so the pizza dough is raw, and we had to heat it up in the microwave?
And the one highlight of the evening was when we exchanged Christmas gifts, and he got me a coat (the doesn't fit) and I got him shoes (that don't fit)?
Is that worse than spilled milk? Am I allowed to cry then?
"Consider it pure joy whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything." -James 1:2-4
Easier said than done, James.
December 13, 2009
More Deep Thoughts and Christmas Talk
Thanks, everyone, for chiming in on my inner struggles. I don't know if I'm any closer to finding "where the balance is", but I realized something after I shared my thoughts with Art. I don't know if it really matters how far left some of our church's ideas are. Our church's mission is to be as close to the early church model as possible. So we gather around a meal like the first Christians did. And we go out and serve those in our community, giving to those who are in need.
We strive, as much as possible, to "be Jesus" to everyone by meeting their practical needs. We bring baskets of food to needy families who would otherwise not be able to have a Thanksgiving feast. We make bag lunches and hand them out to homeless people. We find out who needs help cleaning their house, or weeding their garden, or painting a fence, or cutting down some trees, or who needs baby clothes and diapers. Or if they just need some cash. Or furniture.
And you know what? Our church really has made a difference. What we do is working. We've been affectionately nicknamed the "ghost busters" of our city. Because when there is a need in the community, who are you gonna call? Us. Our church. So does it matter if they lean a little liberal? People are experiencing Jesus' love in ways that they understand. And I think that is the most important thing.
(I would like to thank my husband for pointing this out to me, and in fewer words too. I, on the other hand, still don't know how to be succinct.)
On an aside, I think it's kind of interesting that the issue of homosexuals in church got the most air time. Interesting because, out of the three issues I mentioned, it's the one I struggle with the least. And while we're on that subject, I forgot to mention that it's a very personal issue with our pastor, because his son is gay. I can't imagine the struggle his family has gone through, trying to love their boy while completely disagreeing with the path he is on. Anyway, I failed to mention that little fact. It may or may not change the discussion.
I would also like to assure everyone that I'm not bombarded with these ideas every Sunday. They have popped up here and there, and they're subtle. Most often, they're mixed into a discussion about something completely different. But I've taken notice, and it's definitely causing me to think.
Onto other matters. Art and I will be in Manitoba in a little more than a week, and I am so excited. There are babies to meet, and families to hug, and snow to play in, and large Christmas trees to enjoy. (We put up our tree a little while ago, and it's pretty. All two feet of it. With its dollar store decorations.) Hopefully someone over there will have a camera and will be taking pictures, and then I will FINALLY have a few pictures to show you. Boy, do I ever miss having a camera. You've probably all forgotten what I look like...
I have other great news: it snowed today!!! We watched the fluffy white flakes fall during the church service. Our pastor had barely finished giving the closing benediction before the kids dashed outside and started throwing snowballs. And by "the kids" I mean Joe and Art.
The snow isn't likely to stay. The temperatures are supposed to be above freezing all week, and we're finally going to get our winter rain. I'm surprised how little it's rained in the past month. I don't think that's normal. It's been unusually cold and frosty. I've been enjoying the sunlight, and seeing all the mountains every morning, but I'm kind of glad that the clouds are rolling in. It makes things a bit warmer. Though I would prefer the clouds to be snow-laden.
I can't believe how time is flying by. We're already halfway through December. My Christmas break from work is only a week away. Our friend-and-family Christmas party here is only a week away. And then a few days after that, we jet off to the prairies.
I wish you all a wonderful Sunday. I just finished downing a late lunch of Arby's, so I'm anticipating a nap in the near future. I just love weekends.
We strive, as much as possible, to "be Jesus" to everyone by meeting their practical needs. We bring baskets of food to needy families who would otherwise not be able to have a Thanksgiving feast. We make bag lunches and hand them out to homeless people. We find out who needs help cleaning their house, or weeding their garden, or painting a fence, or cutting down some trees, or who needs baby clothes and diapers. Or if they just need some cash. Or furniture.
And you know what? Our church really has made a difference. What we do is working. We've been affectionately nicknamed the "ghost busters" of our city. Because when there is a need in the community, who are you gonna call? Us. Our church. So does it matter if they lean a little liberal? People are experiencing Jesus' love in ways that they understand. And I think that is the most important thing.
(I would like to thank my husband for pointing this out to me, and in fewer words too. I, on the other hand, still don't know how to be succinct.)
On an aside, I think it's kind of interesting that the issue of homosexuals in church got the most air time. Interesting because, out of the three issues I mentioned, it's the one I struggle with the least. And while we're on that subject, I forgot to mention that it's a very personal issue with our pastor, because his son is gay. I can't imagine the struggle his family has gone through, trying to love their boy while completely disagreeing with the path he is on. Anyway, I failed to mention that little fact. It may or may not change the discussion.
I would also like to assure everyone that I'm not bombarded with these ideas every Sunday. They have popped up here and there, and they're subtle. Most often, they're mixed into a discussion about something completely different. But I've taken notice, and it's definitely causing me to think.
Onto other matters. Art and I will be in Manitoba in a little more than a week, and I am so excited. There are babies to meet, and families to hug, and snow to play in, and large Christmas trees to enjoy. (We put up our tree a little while ago, and it's pretty. All two feet of it. With its dollar store decorations.) Hopefully someone over there will have a camera and will be taking pictures, and then I will FINALLY have a few pictures to show you. Boy, do I ever miss having a camera. You've probably all forgotten what I look like...
I have other great news: it snowed today!!! We watched the fluffy white flakes fall during the church service. Our pastor had barely finished giving the closing benediction before the kids dashed outside and started throwing snowballs. And by "the kids" I mean Joe and Art.
The snow isn't likely to stay. The temperatures are supposed to be above freezing all week, and we're finally going to get our winter rain. I'm surprised how little it's rained in the past month. I don't think that's normal. It's been unusually cold and frosty. I've been enjoying the sunlight, and seeing all the mountains every morning, but I'm kind of glad that the clouds are rolling in. It makes things a bit warmer. Though I would prefer the clouds to be snow-laden.
I can't believe how time is flying by. We're already halfway through December. My Christmas break from work is only a week away. Our friend-and-family Christmas party here is only a week away. And then a few days after that, we jet off to the prairies.
I wish you all a wonderful Sunday. I just finished downing a late lunch of Arby's, so I'm anticipating a nap in the near future. I just love weekends.
December 6, 2009
The One Where I Get All Philosophical
I've noticed that a pattern is beginning to develop as far as Sunday mornings go. After church is over, I am hesitant to get up and move about and talk to people. Not because I'm lazy, or transfixed, or scared. It's because I'm deep in thought, and I once I start down the path of asking myself all these questions, I don't want to have to interrupt myself.
It's probably a good thing that I'm not allowed to sit and be antisocial and introspective, because the questions that always come up on Sunday mornings are sobering. I always leave church in a state of solemnity, and I don't really like it. I'm not comfortable with all these thoughts and questions that invade my mind every week. Probably because I don't have any answers. Here are some of the topics swirling around in my brain today.
Homosexuals
Let me start by saying that I believe the Bible is very clear on this topic. God says that homosexuality is a sin. I also think that homosexuality is a sin. So there's no problem there. The thing I'm uncomfortable with is what my pastor said one morning. He made it clear that our church accepts homosexuals. He didn't say whether or not our church condones the practice of homosexuality. But he did say he wanted our church to be known as the church that doesn't turn them away.
So it go me thinking: do other churches turn homosexuals away? Are homosexuals even interested in going to church? Is this even an issue? Why would a gay or lesbian person want to attend church? They know that churches contain Christians, and Christians condemn that lifestyle. So why would they even darken a church door? And if our church makes a point of inviting them to be a part of our gathering, then does that mean that my church thinks that homosexuality is okay?
And what happens if we actually did have homosexuals in our church? Would we have to make a disclaimer every Sunday, saying that we love them and that God loves them, but we really hope they turn from that lifestyle? And what about those verses in the New Testament about church members who blatantly and defiantly live in sin? The church leaders are supposed to talk to them in private and ask them to repent, and if that person does not, they are asked to leave the church.
Christians are supposed to be light and love to all people, but we also can't ignore sin. How do we reconcile the two? Where is the line?
Justice
This one is even more difficult to wrap my brain around, because it's more vague a concept. I hear that word a lot in church, and I have to confess, I don't really know what it means. So I looked it up in the dictionary. It has to do with being good, fair, right or righteous, and honorable. Doing the right thing, following and upholding the law.
Then I looked up justice in a concordance, to see what the Bible has to say about it. The Old Testament laws have a lot to say about not perverting justice, or denying someone of justice. It also admonishes kings and leaders to make sure to administer justice, and not turn ignore wrong-doing. But the Bible also says that ultimately, it is God who brings justice.
Our church makes it clear that one of our purposes is to bring justice to our community. And you know what? I really don't know how to do that. Am I not promoting justice by following the law? Is there more to it than that? I am not a judge or a cop. I cannot make others obey the law. How do I bring justice to others? Does that mean that I go out and punish whoever has done them wrong? What if they did themselves wrong?
I feel like whenever people talk about bringing justice to the world, or to a community, they are specifically referring to poor people. How does one bring justice to a poor person? Are the majority of poor people in their present financial situation because someone else made them poor? And if someone made them poor, is there someone who is also keeping them poor? And if so, how do we fix that?
I'll be honest. I think that the whole "justice for poor people" is a flawed, liberal idea that says it's our job to get poor people out of there poverty. I'm all for charity, and helping someone in need, but I don't think you can make a poor person rich just by giving them money, or buying them a house, or a car, or whatever.
If a person is irresponsible with their finances, or they are holding onto an addiction or habit that ties up their income, then poverty isn't the real problem. The problem is that they are choosing irresponsibility and sin, instead of taking care of their needs.
Of course we need to love those people, and we should try to help them, but you can only go so far. If they don't want help, or if they want someone else to pick up the slack for them, then we shouldn't be enabling their crooked thinking and living by continuing to give them money.
Again I say: where is the line? Should we continue buying groceries for someone who is already receiving welfare from the government for groceries, but they spend most of that money on cigarettes and alcohol? God tells us not to forget the widows and the poor. But how can we bring justice to someone who has brought injustice on themselves?
Oppression
There is one song that we sing in our church that talks about how we are all "city lights." We are to bring light to every dark corner of the world. One of the lines in that song says that we must shine for "the rich who still oppress." And it ties in with the whole justice idea. But I fear that it's just another liberal line, that poor people are poor because they are oppressed by rich people. And rich people are rich because they are greedy and oppressive.
I had to look this word up in the dictionary as well, because I didn't have a clear sense of what it meant. The first definition by Merriam-Webster is: to crush or burden by abuse of power or authority. Now I know that money is power. But I feel like a lot of people hate those who are wealthy because they think that the wealthy got to that place by stepping on everyone below them.
I thought that wealth was gained by good, old-fashioned hard work, saving, discipline, and smart investing. Do these things oppress? I think not. So how does a rich person oppress? Do they flaunt their wealth to those less fortunate? Do they make a habit of employing people to work for them, and then not pay them enough?
Also, what defines wealth? How much money does a person have to have before they are considered rich? And what does this have to do with oppression? Can one be oppressive simply through inaction? By not being charitable with the money they've earned, are they oppressing poor people? Where do these ideas come from?
Now, I love my church. They are trying their hardest to make a difference in our city by meeting practical needs, and it shows. But every once in a while, they say these things that make me uncomfortable, because I don't know exactly what they mean by them.
What do they mean when they say that we are a gay-loving church? What do they mean when they say our mission is to bring justice to the poor? What do they mean when they say we need to shine for rich people who oppress? And should I be okay with these things? Are these Biblical ideas?
And what if they are wrong? Does it matter? Is all the good work that they are doing negated by a few flawed beliefs? Are these deal breakers?
I struggle with these thoughts every Sunday when I come away from a church service. And I'm not any closer to figuring them out. I'm not specifically asking you for the answers, but you are free to chime in if you want.
It's probably a good thing that I'm not allowed to sit and be antisocial and introspective, because the questions that always come up on Sunday mornings are sobering. I always leave church in a state of solemnity, and I don't really like it. I'm not comfortable with all these thoughts and questions that invade my mind every week. Probably because I don't have any answers. Here are some of the topics swirling around in my brain today.
Homosexuals
Let me start by saying that I believe the Bible is very clear on this topic. God says that homosexuality is a sin. I also think that homosexuality is a sin. So there's no problem there. The thing I'm uncomfortable with is what my pastor said one morning. He made it clear that our church accepts homosexuals. He didn't say whether or not our church condones the practice of homosexuality. But he did say he wanted our church to be known as the church that doesn't turn them away.
So it go me thinking: do other churches turn homosexuals away? Are homosexuals even interested in going to church? Is this even an issue? Why would a gay or lesbian person want to attend church? They know that churches contain Christians, and Christians condemn that lifestyle. So why would they even darken a church door? And if our church makes a point of inviting them to be a part of our gathering, then does that mean that my church thinks that homosexuality is okay?
And what happens if we actually did have homosexuals in our church? Would we have to make a disclaimer every Sunday, saying that we love them and that God loves them, but we really hope they turn from that lifestyle? And what about those verses in the New Testament about church members who blatantly and defiantly live in sin? The church leaders are supposed to talk to them in private and ask them to repent, and if that person does not, they are asked to leave the church.
Christians are supposed to be light and love to all people, but we also can't ignore sin. How do we reconcile the two? Where is the line?
Justice
This one is even more difficult to wrap my brain around, because it's more vague a concept. I hear that word a lot in church, and I have to confess, I don't really know what it means. So I looked it up in the dictionary. It has to do with being good, fair, right or righteous, and honorable. Doing the right thing, following and upholding the law.
Then I looked up justice in a concordance, to see what the Bible has to say about it. The Old Testament laws have a lot to say about not perverting justice, or denying someone of justice. It also admonishes kings and leaders to make sure to administer justice, and not turn ignore wrong-doing. But the Bible also says that ultimately, it is God who brings justice.
Our church makes it clear that one of our purposes is to bring justice to our community. And you know what? I really don't know how to do that. Am I not promoting justice by following the law? Is there more to it than that? I am not a judge or a cop. I cannot make others obey the law. How do I bring justice to others? Does that mean that I go out and punish whoever has done them wrong? What if they did themselves wrong?
I feel like whenever people talk about bringing justice to the world, or to a community, they are specifically referring to poor people. How does one bring justice to a poor person? Are the majority of poor people in their present financial situation because someone else made them poor? And if someone made them poor, is there someone who is also keeping them poor? And if so, how do we fix that?
I'll be honest. I think that the whole "justice for poor people" is a flawed, liberal idea that says it's our job to get poor people out of there poverty. I'm all for charity, and helping someone in need, but I don't think you can make a poor person rich just by giving them money, or buying them a house, or a car, or whatever.
If a person is irresponsible with their finances, or they are holding onto an addiction or habit that ties up their income, then poverty isn't the real problem. The problem is that they are choosing irresponsibility and sin, instead of taking care of their needs.
Of course we need to love those people, and we should try to help them, but you can only go so far. If they don't want help, or if they want someone else to pick up the slack for them, then we shouldn't be enabling their crooked thinking and living by continuing to give them money.
Again I say: where is the line? Should we continue buying groceries for someone who is already receiving welfare from the government for groceries, but they spend most of that money on cigarettes and alcohol? God tells us not to forget the widows and the poor. But how can we bring justice to someone who has brought injustice on themselves?
Oppression
There is one song that we sing in our church that talks about how we are all "city lights." We are to bring light to every dark corner of the world. One of the lines in that song says that we must shine for "the rich who still oppress." And it ties in with the whole justice idea. But I fear that it's just another liberal line, that poor people are poor because they are oppressed by rich people. And rich people are rich because they are greedy and oppressive.
I had to look this word up in the dictionary as well, because I didn't have a clear sense of what it meant. The first definition by Merriam-Webster is: to crush or burden by abuse of power or authority. Now I know that money is power. But I feel like a lot of people hate those who are wealthy because they think that the wealthy got to that place by stepping on everyone below them.
I thought that wealth was gained by good, old-fashioned hard work, saving, discipline, and smart investing. Do these things oppress? I think not. So how does a rich person oppress? Do they flaunt their wealth to those less fortunate? Do they make a habit of employing people to work for them, and then not pay them enough?
Also, what defines wealth? How much money does a person have to have before they are considered rich? And what does this have to do with oppression? Can one be oppressive simply through inaction? By not being charitable with the money they've earned, are they oppressing poor people? Where do these ideas come from?
Now, I love my church. They are trying their hardest to make a difference in our city by meeting practical needs, and it shows. But every once in a while, they say these things that make me uncomfortable, because I don't know exactly what they mean by them.
What do they mean when they say that we are a gay-loving church? What do they mean when they say our mission is to bring justice to the poor? What do they mean when they say we need to shine for rich people who oppress? And should I be okay with these things? Are these Biblical ideas?
And what if they are wrong? Does it matter? Is all the good work that they are doing negated by a few flawed beliefs? Are these deal breakers?
I struggle with these thoughts every Sunday when I come away from a church service. And I'm not any closer to figuring them out. I'm not specifically asking you for the answers, but you are free to chime in if you want.
December 3, 2009
This Is What Happens When I Only Blog Once a Week
I'm sitting here blogging because I'm avoiding the dishes. Which is dumb, because I've been avoiding them since Tuesday. I was so determined to keep up with the dishes this week, and wash small piles of dishes every day, instead of waiting for a mountain to form, and then tackling them. There is no mountain. Yet. I should probably keep it that way.
I'm sitting here blogging because what I really wanted to do was laundry. Again, something else I've been meaning to do all week, and I just forgot. Which is a shame, because someone else decided to do there laundry today. So both machines will be occupied for a few hours.
I hope I at least get one load done. There is a certain sweater that needs washing that I want to wear tomorrow (and I've known this all week long, so it's my fault that I waited till now). But this sweater HAS to be washed, because it's my nicest one, and Art and I are going to our very first company Christmas party tomorrow!
It's his work party, and I want to make a good impression on all these people I hear so much about. I'm kind of nervous. To be completely honest, I'm mostly nervous about meeting one person in particular. I've heard about her and I've seen pictures of her, and she is basically the hottest woman I have ever seen (in real life. Movie stars don't count as "real"). So I'm a tiny bit jealous that Art works with her, and I'm just afraid I'm going to feel drab while being in the same room as her.
Yeah yeah, I know you're all going to think/say "Jenene, you are so beautiful, don't even think those thoughts." Thank you, that's very kind of you. I'm not fishing for compliments. I'm just spilling my thoughts.
Enough about laundry and jealousy. I got a new can opener today, and I'm more excited about it than I probably should be. But ours is a piece of junk, and this one is made from titanium alloy, which just sounds so fancy. Fancy for a can opener. And it was on sale. Plus, I got to spend a few minutes at the kitchen store at the mall. I love that store. Which is funny, because I'm not someone who loves to spend a lot of time in the kitchen. But I just love that store! And I'm really tired of going to war just to make some mushroom soup.
I also got my boot fixed! What boot, you ask? Well. Art bought me a beautiful pair of boots for Christmas almost two years ago. Beautiful, expensive boots. And I wore them for three months, and then the zipper on one of them broke. I was a little unimpressed, considering how much money they cost. I couldn't take them back to the store, because I was in Canada, and Art bought them in the US. So I brought the boot to a shoe repair, and it she kept saying "Come back next week", and then the next week it wouldn't be ready, and I would have to wait another week.
By the time the boot was fixed, it was spring, and too warm to wear them. Then I got married, and moved, and didn't take them with me. My mom brought them with her when she visited last fall, and I discovered that the zipper on the other boot was broken. How does a zipper break on a boot I'm not wearing? Anyway, I didn't get that one fixed last year, because we were broker than broke, and boot zippers were NOT a priority.
Finally, last week I was determined that I would wear these boots again. Art paid good money for them, and had never seen me wear them, and they still look new. So I brought it to a shoe repair place at the mall, and THIS guy knows what he's doing. He said "Come back next week", and sure enough, they were done in one week. And here they are!!!
This picture is two years old. That is not my current sidewalk/yard. We do not have snow. But that is the only picture I have of them. Aren't they splendiferous?
So yeah. I'm pretty happy about that. I also bought myself some chocolate today, because I haven't done that in a while.
And then tomorrow I get paid, and I'm going to do my online Christmas shopping this weekend. Except I have no idea what to get for Art. Ideas? My budget is $15.
Ooh, and I learned to crochet a little while ago! I haven't practiced much, but it's easier and faster than knitting. So I should probably do more of it. But I'm too busy these days watching Art's birthday present. I bought him Season 5 of The Office, so we've spent our evenings blazing through those discs.
We have a tradition with The Office. It's our show. And we don't watch it on TV. We wait until the season is over, and then we buy it when it comes out on dvd a few months later. And then we watch the whole thing in as few days as possible. It's great. Those evenings are not a waste of time at all. Because it's our tradition. So don't tell me anything about Season 6. We'll be watching it next September.
Someone else bought Art Season 2 of The Office for his birthday, so we'll probably watch that once we're done with Season 5. I remember really liking Season 2. And now we have the whole collection.
So let's see, what haven't I talked about yet? Oh work. How is work? Work is.......you know what? Work isn't stressful. It's draining. There's a difference. When we're all busy cranking through order entry because they're coming in like crazy, that is stressful. But since there are so many random things that prevent us from entering orders because our new database isn't completely done being programmed for all the things we need to do (and won't be for at least another year), it takes so loooong to get anything done.
We all have so many questions, and we can hardly keep track of some of the answers we've been given, and the people who can answer us are being pulled in every direction......work drags. Everything we do drags. It's not stressful, it's draining. I can't wait until most of these kinks are worked out, and we can finally start feeling like we're getting into a rhythm.
Thankfully, my manager is hiring another seasonal to help us out. She's going to start conducting interviews next week already. So I might have a new coworker just before Christmas. And they will be doing what I'm doing. I'm not sure if I will still be doing what I'm doing. We kind of need two of us working "behind the scenes", because one person cannot keep up. I would know, because I've been trying to keep up, and it's not working.
Someone said that there is a chance that we might be working over our Christmas break. Our company closes for two straight weeks over Christmas, which is great, because Art and I are going to Manitoba for Christmas this year. But the break is unpaid for me, because I'm still seasonal.
Anyway, there is so much backlog to catch up on, they might need us on those "closed" days (except for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day). Art and I will still go on our one-week trip, but I wouldn't mind being able to work on those other days. More money for me. So don't tell any of my coworkers, but I actually hope they end up calling us in.
So yeah. It's not exactly fun, but I like feeling necessary, like I'm making a difference. Anytime I feel like complaining, I remember that this time last year, Art had just lost his full time job, and I was crying out to God in desperation. Now, we're both working full time, and we are staying ahead of the bills and rent. I have a lot to be thankful for.
I don't know why I always end these posts with work-related things. I don't want to end on a depressing note. So I'll end by telling you that I'm hoping to set up our tiny Christmas tree this weekend as well. I bought some more decorations from the dollar store last weekend, so I think our tree will be perfectly full this year. Yay!
I'm sitting here blogging because what I really wanted to do was laundry. Again, something else I've been meaning to do all week, and I just forgot. Which is a shame, because someone else decided to do there laundry today. So both machines will be occupied for a few hours.
I hope I at least get one load done. There is a certain sweater that needs washing that I want to wear tomorrow (and I've known this all week long, so it's my fault that I waited till now). But this sweater HAS to be washed, because it's my nicest one, and Art and I are going to our very first company Christmas party tomorrow!
It's his work party, and I want to make a good impression on all these people I hear so much about. I'm kind of nervous. To be completely honest, I'm mostly nervous about meeting one person in particular. I've heard about her and I've seen pictures of her, and she is basically the hottest woman I have ever seen (in real life. Movie stars don't count as "real"). So I'm a tiny bit jealous that Art works with her, and I'm just afraid I'm going to feel drab while being in the same room as her.
Yeah yeah, I know you're all going to think/say "Jenene, you are so beautiful, don't even think those thoughts." Thank you, that's very kind of you. I'm not fishing for compliments. I'm just spilling my thoughts.
Enough about laundry and jealousy. I got a new can opener today, and I'm more excited about it than I probably should be. But ours is a piece of junk, and this one is made from titanium alloy, which just sounds so fancy. Fancy for a can opener. And it was on sale. Plus, I got to spend a few minutes at the kitchen store at the mall. I love that store. Which is funny, because I'm not someone who loves to spend a lot of time in the kitchen. But I just love that store! And I'm really tired of going to war just to make some mushroom soup.
I also got my boot fixed! What boot, you ask? Well. Art bought me a beautiful pair of boots for Christmas almost two years ago. Beautiful, expensive boots. And I wore them for three months, and then the zipper on one of them broke. I was a little unimpressed, considering how much money they cost. I couldn't take them back to the store, because I was in Canada, and Art bought them in the US. So I brought the boot to a shoe repair, and it she kept saying "Come back next week", and then the next week it wouldn't be ready, and I would have to wait another week.
By the time the boot was fixed, it was spring, and too warm to wear them. Then I got married, and moved, and didn't take them with me. My mom brought them with her when she visited last fall, and I discovered that the zipper on the other boot was broken. How does a zipper break on a boot I'm not wearing? Anyway, I didn't get that one fixed last year, because we were broker than broke, and boot zippers were NOT a priority.
Finally, last week I was determined that I would wear these boots again. Art paid good money for them, and had never seen me wear them, and they still look new. So I brought it to a shoe repair place at the mall, and THIS guy knows what he's doing. He said "Come back next week", and sure enough, they were done in one week. And here they are!!!
This picture is two years old. That is not my current sidewalk/yard. We do not have snow. But that is the only picture I have of them. Aren't they splendiferous?
So yeah. I'm pretty happy about that. I also bought myself some chocolate today, because I haven't done that in a while.
And then tomorrow I get paid, and I'm going to do my online Christmas shopping this weekend. Except I have no idea what to get for Art. Ideas? My budget is $15.
Ooh, and I learned to crochet a little while ago! I haven't practiced much, but it's easier and faster than knitting. So I should probably do more of it. But I'm too busy these days watching Art's birthday present. I bought him Season 5 of The Office, so we've spent our evenings blazing through those discs.
We have a tradition with The Office. It's our show. And we don't watch it on TV. We wait until the season is over, and then we buy it when it comes out on dvd a few months later. And then we watch the whole thing in as few days as possible. It's great. Those evenings are not a waste of time at all. Because it's our tradition. So don't tell me anything about Season 6. We'll be watching it next September.
Someone else bought Art Season 2 of The Office for his birthday, so we'll probably watch that once we're done with Season 5. I remember really liking Season 2. And now we have the whole collection.
So let's see, what haven't I talked about yet? Oh work. How is work? Work is.......you know what? Work isn't stressful. It's draining. There's a difference. When we're all busy cranking through order entry because they're coming in like crazy, that is stressful. But since there are so many random things that prevent us from entering orders because our new database isn't completely done being programmed for all the things we need to do (and won't be for at least another year), it takes so loooong to get anything done.
We all have so many questions, and we can hardly keep track of some of the answers we've been given, and the people who can answer us are being pulled in every direction......work drags. Everything we do drags. It's not stressful, it's draining. I can't wait until most of these kinks are worked out, and we can finally start feeling like we're getting into a rhythm.
Thankfully, my manager is hiring another seasonal to help us out. She's going to start conducting interviews next week already. So I might have a new coworker just before Christmas. And they will be doing what I'm doing. I'm not sure if I will still be doing what I'm doing. We kind of need two of us working "behind the scenes", because one person cannot keep up. I would know, because I've been trying to keep up, and it's not working.
Someone said that there is a chance that we might be working over our Christmas break. Our company closes for two straight weeks over Christmas, which is great, because Art and I are going to Manitoba for Christmas this year. But the break is unpaid for me, because I'm still seasonal.
Anyway, there is so much backlog to catch up on, they might need us on those "closed" days (except for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day). Art and I will still go on our one-week trip, but I wouldn't mind being able to work on those other days. More money for me. So don't tell any of my coworkers, but I actually hope they end up calling us in.
So yeah. It's not exactly fun, but I like feeling necessary, like I'm making a difference. Anytime I feel like complaining, I remember that this time last year, Art had just lost his full time job, and I was crying out to God in desperation. Now, we're both working full time, and we are staying ahead of the bills and rent. I have a lot to be thankful for.
I don't know why I always end these posts with work-related things. I don't want to end on a depressing note. So I'll end by telling you that I'm hoping to set up our tiny Christmas tree this weekend as well. I bought some more decorations from the dollar store last weekend, so I think our tree will be perfectly full this year. Yay!
November 26, 2009
I Did It! I Really Did It!
Art's parents couldn't come up for Thanksgiving this year, because they are working. Stupid places that make people work on Thanksgiving. Anyway. His parents brought the turkey last year. This year? It was up to me.
And I was scared out of my tree.
I was always of the opinion that cooking a turkey was only something you did at the height of your cooking career. I thought I should have perfected many many many meals before tackling a giant bird.
So I just went slowly. I followed the directions exactly. I thawed it, washed it, basted it, put it in a pan, poured some chicken stock all over, and stuck it in the oven for 5 hours. And it was beautiful. And moist. And delicious. (And I started a tiny fire in the oven around hour three, but it was over in a flash. I just spilled some drippings. I'll buy some heavy duty oven cleaner soon.)
And then I made stuffing, and candied yams, and corn, and Mari made gravy and mashed potatoes, and we had dinner rolls..... It was THE perfect Thanksgiving dinner. And we made it all ourselves.
Oh, and the house is clean.
I know today is supposed to be a day of thankfulness, not bragging. But I'm just gotta say it: I rock!
Don't worry, I'm also thankful. For family. And food. And no fires or injuries. And help with dinner. And the turkey that gave its life so I could realize my full cooking potential. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
And I was scared out of my tree.
I was always of the opinion that cooking a turkey was only something you did at the height of your cooking career. I thought I should have perfected many many many meals before tackling a giant bird.
So I just went slowly. I followed the directions exactly. I thawed it, washed it, basted it, put it in a pan, poured some chicken stock all over, and stuck it in the oven for 5 hours. And it was beautiful. And moist. And delicious. (And I started a tiny fire in the oven around hour three, but it was over in a flash. I just spilled some drippings. I'll buy some heavy duty oven cleaner soon.)
And then I made stuffing, and candied yams, and corn, and Mari made gravy and mashed potatoes, and we had dinner rolls..... It was THE perfect Thanksgiving dinner. And we made it all ourselves.
Oh, and the house is clean.
I know today is supposed to be a day of thankfulness, not bragging. But I'm just gotta say it: I rock!
Don't worry, I'm also thankful. For family. And food. And no fires or injuries. And help with dinner. And the turkey that gave its life so I could realize my full cooking potential. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
November 22, 2009
Change Is In the Air
Things sure have changed since Art started his new job. And they aren't bad changes. But I'm still definitely getting used to them.
He and I get up at the same time every morning, which I love. It's easier getting ready for work when I'm not tip-toeing around, dressing in the dark because I don't want to wake him by turning on lights.
And just the fact that he has a regular, predictable schedule. 7-4, Monday through Friday. (Also, the extra money certainly doesn't hurt either.) :D
Now that he's working during the day (as opposed to being home during the day), I suddenly feel compelled to cook, because I know that he isn't going to eat a small meal around 3:30 like he used to. So he's really hungry when he gets home.
It's good for me, because I want to become a better cook, and there's no other way to do that then to cook. It does make my evenings shorter though. I get home from work at 5:00, tidy up a bit, start dinner at 5:15, Art gets home around 5:45, we're eating by 6:00, I start the dishes around 7:00, done by 7:30, and any other cleaning that needs to be done, I try to get it done before 8:00. Art and I have an agreement that I won't do chores past 8:00 (because sometimes I start something late, and I get caught up, and I'm still going strong at 10:30, when I should be in bed.
So I'm done chores by 8:00, and from then on it's relax and unwind time. I'm trying to get through a book that Art really wants me to read (because it's due back at the library next week). It's called "Financial Peace Revisited" by Dave Ramsey. It's REALLY good stuff, and we definitely need it. It's helping us figure out how to be smarter with our money so that we can save quickly and pay off our debt quickly. But I'm not getting through it as quickly as I'd like, because (getting back to my daily schedule) bedtime is 9:30. So I read from 8:00 till 8:30, and then I shower, and then dry my hair, and then get ready for bed.
Yeah. Half an hour a day for reading won't get me very far very quickly. And, (as you've perhaps noticed) it leaves me no time for blogging (or pretty much anything else having to do with the computer). And I realize that feeding my husband, taking care of the house, and organizing our finances are more important than blogging or Facebook, but I do miss it a little. I guess that's what the weekend is for.
What I'm trying to say is, this is going to be the new trend for quite some time. I enjoy blogging, and I enjoy reading all your blogs, but I just don't have as much time for it. So there it is. There is going to be less Jenene on the internet from now on. I'll try to blog once a week, because the main purpose of this blog always will be for my family back home to keep up with my life. If I don't post for a while, I promise you're not missing anything. Unless you're REALLY interested in knowing how many dishes I wash each and every day. In that case, you're probably a stalker, and I don't blog for stalkers. I should make that into a bumper sticker.
I really will try to blog each weekend, because my weekends are always enjoyable. Friday night, Art I went out on a date. He insisted that we go somewhere new, so we tried a Thai restaurant that we had never been to. We shared an appetizer of chicken skewers dipped in peanut sauce and our main dish? Duck. Art is absolutely in love with duck, and know I know why. I don't love it as much as I love sushi (I could eat sushi every day for the rest of my life). But duck is so delicious. You gotta try it at least once.
We went to Dairy Queen for dessert, because we're really classy like that. And it was cheaper than dessert at the restaurant. I remember when I used to think that couples who went out for a fast food date had no concept of romance. But now I realize that just intentionally setting aside time to spend with Art fosters romance. It doesn't matter where we go. Or even if we go out at all. Romance is not a fancy restaurant, or expensive new jewelry. Romance is making sure that, in all the busyness of life, we don't forget about our marriage and each other.
I'm glad I figured that one out. Otherwise, I would be feeling pretty unloved by now. Because we cannot afford fancy anything right now.
So. The rest of my weekend. Saturday I slept in. And then I got up and lounged around in comfy clothes all day. I love Saturdays. Then our friends came over and brought DDR. And we played that almost all evening. My calves are a just a little sore. And there was UFC, and I made delicious Beef and Broccoli... (Speaking of cooking, I have a new recipe to share with you.)
And then today, we went to church and put together Thanksgiving food baskets for various families in the area who struggle to buy even the most basic things, like groceries. The rest of today has been spent relaxing, talking to my mom, making Christmas gift lists. I also did a little baking, and I went for a walk to buy groceries. And tonight, I might learn how to crochet. I heard it's quicker and so much easier! I'm kind of excited.
Well, my friends are here, so I should get off the computer now. Have a great week!
He and I get up at the same time every morning, which I love. It's easier getting ready for work when I'm not tip-toeing around, dressing in the dark because I don't want to wake him by turning on lights.
And just the fact that he has a regular, predictable schedule. 7-4, Monday through Friday. (Also, the extra money certainly doesn't hurt either.) :D
Now that he's working during the day (as opposed to being home during the day), I suddenly feel compelled to cook, because I know that he isn't going to eat a small meal around 3:30 like he used to. So he's really hungry when he gets home.
It's good for me, because I want to become a better cook, and there's no other way to do that then to cook. It does make my evenings shorter though. I get home from work at 5:00, tidy up a bit, start dinner at 5:15, Art gets home around 5:45, we're eating by 6:00, I start the dishes around 7:00, done by 7:30, and any other cleaning that needs to be done, I try to get it done before 8:00. Art and I have an agreement that I won't do chores past 8:00 (because sometimes I start something late, and I get caught up, and I'm still going strong at 10:30, when I should be in bed.
So I'm done chores by 8:00, and from then on it's relax and unwind time. I'm trying to get through a book that Art really wants me to read (because it's due back at the library next week). It's called "Financial Peace Revisited" by Dave Ramsey. It's REALLY good stuff, and we definitely need it. It's helping us figure out how to be smarter with our money so that we can save quickly and pay off our debt quickly. But I'm not getting through it as quickly as I'd like, because (getting back to my daily schedule) bedtime is 9:30. So I read from 8:00 till 8:30, and then I shower, and then dry my hair, and then get ready for bed.
Yeah. Half an hour a day for reading won't get me very far very quickly. And, (as you've perhaps noticed) it leaves me no time for blogging (or pretty much anything else having to do with the computer). And I realize that feeding my husband, taking care of the house, and organizing our finances are more important than blogging or Facebook, but I do miss it a little. I guess that's what the weekend is for.
What I'm trying to say is, this is going to be the new trend for quite some time. I enjoy blogging, and I enjoy reading all your blogs, but I just don't have as much time for it. So there it is. There is going to be less Jenene on the internet from now on. I'll try to blog once a week, because the main purpose of this blog always will be for my family back home to keep up with my life. If I don't post for a while, I promise you're not missing anything. Unless you're REALLY interested in knowing how many dishes I wash each and every day. In that case, you're probably a stalker, and I don't blog for stalkers. I should make that into a bumper sticker.
I really will try to blog each weekend, because my weekends are always enjoyable. Friday night, Art I went out on a date. He insisted that we go somewhere new, so we tried a Thai restaurant that we had never been to. We shared an appetizer of chicken skewers dipped in peanut sauce and our main dish? Duck. Art is absolutely in love with duck, and know I know why. I don't love it as much as I love sushi (I could eat sushi every day for the rest of my life). But duck is so delicious. You gotta try it at least once.
We went to Dairy Queen for dessert, because we're really classy like that. And it was cheaper than dessert at the restaurant. I remember when I used to think that couples who went out for a fast food date had no concept of romance. But now I realize that just intentionally setting aside time to spend with Art fosters romance. It doesn't matter where we go. Or even if we go out at all. Romance is not a fancy restaurant, or expensive new jewelry. Romance is making sure that, in all the busyness of life, we don't forget about our marriage and each other.
I'm glad I figured that one out. Otherwise, I would be feeling pretty unloved by now. Because we cannot afford fancy anything right now.
So. The rest of my weekend. Saturday I slept in. And then I got up and lounged around in comfy clothes all day. I love Saturdays. Then our friends came over and brought DDR. And we played that almost all evening. My calves are a just a little sore. And there was UFC, and I made delicious Beef and Broccoli... (Speaking of cooking, I have a new recipe to share with you.)
And then today, we went to church and put together Thanksgiving food baskets for various families in the area who struggle to buy even the most basic things, like groceries. The rest of today has been spent relaxing, talking to my mom, making Christmas gift lists. I also did a little baking, and I went for a walk to buy groceries. And tonight, I might learn how to crochet. I heard it's quicker and so much easier! I'm kind of excited.
Well, my friends are here, so I should get off the computer now. Have a great week!
November 16, 2009
I Am a Walking Garfield Comic Strip
You know how Garfield hates Mondays? Because not only is it not the weekend, but Mondays also seem to do cruel things to people? Well, today is Monday, in every sense of the word/idea.
Yesterday, as Art and I were about to get in the car to go see some friends, I tripped over something in the dark, and thankfully, landed on my hands and knees (as opposed to landing on my face). My hands and knees were skinned and bruised last night, and this morning, they are skinned, bruised, and also swollen. It's a good thing my hands and knees aren't that important. It only hurts when I do anything.
We are also having some pleasant, hurricane-like weather right now. You know. Rain, and winds up to 60 miles per hour. I do believe that's standard highway speed, in case anyone needs a reference. I did an official survey, and found that this type of weather is enjoyed by approximately zero people. So you can imagine my unhappiness that we are experiencing this, especially on a Monday.
And I'm sure you can imagine my even greater unhappiness when I tell that these "sweet summer breezes" kept me up ALL NIGHT. If you are my friend on Facebook, then you already know this, because I updated my status at around 4:30 am. It was bad. I expected our roof to blow off every other half-hour. It sounded like mailboxes and garbage cans were just being flung about, willy nilly. Which they probably were. This does not make for a good night's sleep.
So I'm already injured and sore and slow-moving, and now I'm sleepy and groggy, and I can barely concentrate, never mind actually get anything done. I feel sort of like a cat who was made to dress up against its will.
Yesterday, as Art and I were about to get in the car to go see some friends, I tripped over something in the dark, and thankfully, landed on my hands and knees (as opposed to landing on my face). My hands and knees were skinned and bruised last night, and this morning, they are skinned, bruised, and also swollen. It's a good thing my hands and knees aren't that important. It only hurts when I do anything.
We are also having some pleasant, hurricane-like weather right now. You know. Rain, and winds up to 60 miles per hour. I do believe that's standard highway speed, in case anyone needs a reference. I did an official survey, and found that this type of weather is enjoyed by approximately zero people. So you can imagine my unhappiness that we are experiencing this, especially on a Monday.
And I'm sure you can imagine my even greater unhappiness when I tell that these "sweet summer breezes" kept me up ALL NIGHT. If you are my friend on Facebook, then you already know this, because I updated my status at around 4:30 am. It was bad. I expected our roof to blow off every other half-hour. It sounded like mailboxes and garbage cans were just being flung about, willy nilly. Which they probably were. This does not make for a good night's sleep.
So I'm already injured and sore and slow-moving, and now I'm sleepy and groggy, and I can barely concentrate, never mind actually get anything done. I feel sort of like a cat who was made to dress up against its will.
This guy is not impressed. He's wondering why the world hates him so. Also? Stuffonmycat.com is a pretty random and funny website. I may just spend the rest of the day looking at pictures of annoyed cats to make myself feel better.
And tonight I'm going to stuff my face with ice cream and settle in for another long, blustery night. Because apparently we're going to be blessed with this windy fury for a couple of days. Yay us!
And tonight I'm going to stuff my face with ice cream and settle in for another long, blustery night. Because apparently we're going to be blessed with this windy fury for a couple of days. Yay us!
November 12, 2009
Speaking of Blogging...
So I have a new nephew. I know that news is 6 days old, but I'm pretty sure I've done nothing in the past 6 days except stare at pictures of him, because I'm so in love and I can't wait to meet him! I don't think I have ever been so anxious for Christmas in my whole life.
Speaking of Christmas, I submitted a wish list to my mom, because apparently her flying us out for Christmas isn't enough. She wanted stocking stuffer ideas as well. So I gave her a list. That wasn't long enough. Seriously? So I suggested a few more items, but I'm warning everybody: I have officially run out of items for my wish list. So if you insist on pressing me for gift ideas, I will crumble and ask for the thing I shouldn't be asking for. I will beg you to buy me an iPod.
I want one almost as much as I want to meet my nephew, but nobody should be spending $150 on me, unless it's a plane ticket to see you, which is the gift that trumps all gifts. So don't make me go there.
We're doing a Secret Santa gift exchange with our family and friends here in Washington, so when my friend asked me yesterday what I wanted, all I could come up with is chocolate. Our maximum to spend is $25. "Jenene!", she exclaimed, "You can get a lot of chocolate for $25!" "I know", I replied. "That's the point."
As you can see, "Gifts" is not my love language. I'm too practical to ask for things I don't need. And as for the things I want, they can't be wrapped in pretty paper and bows.
I wanted to go home for Christmas. I wanted my sister to have a healthy baby boy (though I would have been just as happy with a girl). I wanted Art to get a second job. I wanted to keep my job permanently (it still isn't official yet, but I'm pretty darn sure I would be gone by now if I wasn't going to be kept on permanently). I also wanted to start saving money and figuring out a budget. All these things happened. I already have what I want.
Art has been reading those Dave Ramsey books concerning money, and budgeting, and getting out of debt, and saving, and all that good stuff. He is starting to change the way he's handling our finances, and he's so excited about it, which makes me excited about it. Watching him develop plans for budgeting and getting out of debt and becoming more financially stable speaks volumes of love to me. I couldn't ask for better Christmas gift. Or anytime gift.
My husband is blessing my socks off these days, and I'm so happy and content.
Speaking of cooking, I tried a new broccoli recipe last week. It included bacon, and you know how bacon only improves everything. I thought for sure that this dish would be a winner. I'm thinking that maybe I didn't cook it right, because it ended up being a soggy mess. It was completely unappetizing, and most of it is still sitting in the fridge. I should just throw it out; I don't know what I'm waiting for. But I'm not going to share that particular recipe with you. If you find a way to improve broccoli with bacon, you let me know.
I did make stir fry two nights ago. I had never done it before, and I know it's pretty much the easiest thing ever, but I had never done it! I didn't know how long to cook anything (I'm pretty afraid of excessive moisture these days), and I didn't know which spices to add, or how much. But it was delicious! I used to hate stir fry, but now, I'm pretty sure I could eat it ever day.
Since I made up the recipe on the spot, I don't know how much of anything I put it. But I can share with you the ingredients. I used chicken, mixed veggies, olive oil, soy sauce, pepper, curry powder, and garlic powder. I probably could have left out the garlic powder, because I didn't taste it at all.
Speaking of work, we are six business days away from the day the new database is introduced. It seems that every day, we have more and more questions, and I'm starting to get scared. How can we operate in a database when there are so many unknowns? I keep hearing that so many of our questions will be answered when we "Go Live", so I'm just crossing my fingers.
We have a test database that we are practicing in, but it's not complete, so there are some things that we can't really practice. Which means we basically won't get anything done that first week with the new database, because we will still be training. Not good. BUT: my manager is doing a stellar job making sure that we take time to discuss the questions we have, every day, and gathering as much information as she can so we can practice as effectively as we can, even with an incomplete test database. I'm not confident about all these changes, but I'm confident in her.
Speaking of Blake, here is another picture of my favorite little man!
November 6, 2009
He's Here!!!!
**Updated** There's a close-up picture of the little guy down at the bottom.
My older sister gave birth to her baby this morning, and it's a BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blake Ryan was born at 1:13am, weighing in at 7lbs 15oz, and is 21 inches long. My sister's mother-in-law already put up a few pictures on her Facebook that she took at the hospital, so I'm going to put it up here until there are more closeup photos taken.
That's him! I knew it was a boy, but now it kind of seems unreal that they have a son. I so can't wait to meet him. I'm a weepy mess right now, because I'm so happy for them, but I want to be there to see them NOW, not in 6 weeks. I just hope there will be lots of pictures every week, so it will feel like I'm there. :)
I've been listening to the hymn Praise To The Lord, The Almighty over and over again, because that's exactly how I feel.
Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath
Come now with praises before Him!
Let the 'amen' sound from His people again,
Gladly for aye we adore Him
My older sister gave birth to her baby this morning, and it's a BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Blake Ryan was born at 1:13am, weighing in at 7lbs 15oz, and is 21 inches long. My sister's mother-in-law already put up a few pictures on her Facebook that she took at the hospital, so I'm going to put it up here until there are more closeup photos taken.
That's him! I knew it was a boy, but now it kind of seems unreal that they have a son. I so can't wait to meet him. I'm a weepy mess right now, because I'm so happy for them, but I want to be there to see them NOW, not in 6 weeks. I just hope there will be lots of pictures every week, so it will feel like I'm there. :)
I've been listening to the hymn Praise To The Lord, The Almighty over and over again, because that's exactly how I feel.
Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him!
All that hath life and breath
Come now with praises before Him!
Let the 'amen' sound from His people again,
Gladly for aye we adore Him
November 3, 2009
The Common Cold
Normally, at this time, I would be waiting to board the second bus that would take me from the bus station to home. But today, I'm already at home. I never left.
I got myself a cold, I did. Well, Art gave it to me, because he's so sweet and generous. He was sick over the weekend, and I knew it was only a matter of time. He's already feeling almost 100%, so I hope I have what he has, and I'll be back to my old self in no time.
At least I'm not feeling as bad as I did yesterday. My bones hurt. I don't know if I've ever felt that before. I've had general fever aches, but yesterday, I seriously felt like I had arthritis. My friends came over yesterday and made vats of tea, and forced me to guzzle mug after mug. Art made me soup, and asked me about every 20 minutes if there was anything he could do for me. I have some amazing people in my life.
I wasn't too achy today, except my head has been pounding for about 48 hours straight. I finally gave in and took a painkiller. I didn't want to take any medicine, because though it masks the symptoms, it also suppresses the immune system, making recovery take a lot longer. I had a cold for three weeks last year, and I took medicine every day. So I'm trying to treat myself naturally this time.
But enough about being sick. I'm afraid of infecting you guys just by talking about it. :) There's not much new around here. We didn't hand out candy on Halloween, we went out on a double date! One of Art's friends just got engaged, and we hadn't even met his lady-friend yet, so we went out for dinner, and then saw Where The Wild Things Are. That was Art's favorite book as a kid, and the movie is quite excellent. I recommend it.
These days I'm waiting on pins and needles to hear that my sister has had her baby. )Though I'm sure she's a little bit more impatient than I am.) Yesterday was her due date, as you can see by the baby counter up there. So we're all praying that she goes into labor pretty soon. She wasn't even this late with Kiera, so we're all a bit surprised. But God knows the date, and the baby will be born when the baby will be born.
I'm quite sad that I won't get to be there, but considering how sick I am, it's probably a good thing! I don't like the idea of anyone getting sick from me, but especially not my sister and her family right now.
Okay, I'm going to sign off, I'm super distracted right now. :) I hope you all have a good night and stay healthy!
I got myself a cold, I did. Well, Art gave it to me, because he's so sweet and generous. He was sick over the weekend, and I knew it was only a matter of time. He's already feeling almost 100%, so I hope I have what he has, and I'll be back to my old self in no time.
At least I'm not feeling as bad as I did yesterday. My bones hurt. I don't know if I've ever felt that before. I've had general fever aches, but yesterday, I seriously felt like I had arthritis. My friends came over yesterday and made vats of tea, and forced me to guzzle mug after mug. Art made me soup, and asked me about every 20 minutes if there was anything he could do for me. I have some amazing people in my life.
I wasn't too achy today, except my head has been pounding for about 48 hours straight. I finally gave in and took a painkiller. I didn't want to take any medicine, because though it masks the symptoms, it also suppresses the immune system, making recovery take a lot longer. I had a cold for three weeks last year, and I took medicine every day. So I'm trying to treat myself naturally this time.
But enough about being sick. I'm afraid of infecting you guys just by talking about it. :) There's not much new around here. We didn't hand out candy on Halloween, we went out on a double date! One of Art's friends just got engaged, and we hadn't even met his lady-friend yet, so we went out for dinner, and then saw Where The Wild Things Are. That was Art's favorite book as a kid, and the movie is quite excellent. I recommend it.
These days I'm waiting on pins and needles to hear that my sister has had her baby. )Though I'm sure she's a little bit more impatient than I am.) Yesterday was her due date, as you can see by the baby counter up there. So we're all praying that she goes into labor pretty soon. She wasn't even this late with Kiera, so we're all a bit surprised. But God knows the date, and the baby will be born when the baby will be born.
I'm quite sad that I won't get to be there, but considering how sick I am, it's probably a good thing! I don't like the idea of anyone getting sick from me, but especially not my sister and her family right now.
Okay, I'm going to sign off, I'm super distracted right now. :) I hope you all have a good night and stay healthy!
October 29, 2009
Broccoli Chips
Broccoli wha...? Yes, broccoli chips. Just one of the many recipes I found/invented in my efforts to become more domestic and learn how to cook healthy balanced meals.
A while ago, Art brought home a bunch of kale that someone had randomly given him at the gym. He heard about a recipe for kale chips, and I decided to try it on broccoli! I'm convinced it would work on any vegetable, but I'm especially excited about the broccoli version, because I don't like broccoli, but I know it's SO healthy. So I'm determined to find ways to prepare it that make me want to eat it.
Step 1: Chop broccoli into thin-ish slices (10 ounces was barely enough for Art and myself). They don't have to be small chunks, just thin, so they bake through. Once you're done chopping, get them into a mixing bowl.
Step 2: Coat your hands in olive oil/cooking oil, and hand mix the broccoli in the bowl. (I found this to be the best way to lightly and evenly coat the broccoli.) Do this step at least 3 times, maybe 4. You want the broccoli to be just barely coated. Too much, and you'll end up with soggy broccoli, which is the opposite of what you're going for.
Step 3: Lightly coat them with salt and pepper. More hand mixing is required. Less pepper than salt, which I learned the hard way. I mean, they were really good, but quite strong. :) I guess you don't even have to put pepper in. Just salt would probably be fine. Or pretty much any other spice you want.
Step 4: Bake at 350 degrees for about 15 minutes. The stems won't be crunchy, but the tops sure will be. And even if they're not, they'll be pretty tasty.
That's all! For the first time in your life, you'll be excited to eat broccoli! Unless you're one of those people who loves broccoli like I love cookies. Which, if I'm being honest, is a little weird. I....I just don't get it...
A while ago, Art brought home a bunch of kale that someone had randomly given him at the gym. He heard about a recipe for kale chips, and I decided to try it on broccoli! I'm convinced it would work on any vegetable, but I'm especially excited about the broccoli version, because I don't like broccoli, but I know it's SO healthy. So I'm determined to find ways to prepare it that make me want to eat it.
Step 1: Chop broccoli into thin-ish slices (10 ounces was barely enough for Art and myself). They don't have to be small chunks, just thin, so they bake through. Once you're done chopping, get them into a mixing bowl.
Step 2: Coat your hands in olive oil/cooking oil, and hand mix the broccoli in the bowl. (I found this to be the best way to lightly and evenly coat the broccoli.) Do this step at least 3 times, maybe 4. You want the broccoli to be just barely coated. Too much, and you'll end up with soggy broccoli, which is the opposite of what you're going for.
Step 3: Lightly coat them with salt and pepper. More hand mixing is required. Less pepper than salt, which I learned the hard way. I mean, they were really good, but quite strong. :) I guess you don't even have to put pepper in. Just salt would probably be fine. Or pretty much any other spice you want.
Step 4: Bake at 350 degrees for about 15 minutes. The stems won't be crunchy, but the tops sure will be. And even if they're not, they'll be pretty tasty.
That's all! For the first time in your life, you'll be excited to eat broccoli! Unless you're one of those people who loves broccoli like I love cookies. Which, if I'm being honest, is a little weird. I....I just don't get it...
October 28, 2009
Oh, But God Is So Good!
This computer screen is about to give me a headache, so I just wanted to quickly say that Art got a second job! His job at the gym is only part time, and though he loves it, he's been wanting to work full time and earn more money.
This second job has already been in the works for a while, but I didn't say anything because it wasn't official until yesterday. But we're both so excited! Mostly because it's such an awesome job, and it's completely in-line with our lifestyle (of CrossFit, and super healthy eating, and all that stuff).
He starts in November, his hours will be during the day, and no weekends. So we'll be getting up at the same time, and getting home around the same time. It's just so perfect!! :D
This second job has already been in the works for a while, but I didn't say anything because it wasn't official until yesterday. But we're both so excited! Mostly because it's such an awesome job, and it's completely in-line with our lifestyle (of CrossFit, and super healthy eating, and all that stuff).
He starts in November, his hours will be during the day, and no weekends. So we'll be getting up at the same time, and getting home around the same time. It's just so perfect!! :D
Pumpkin Cookies Recipe
So delicious, you will eat all of them yourself.
INGREDIENTS:
- 2.5 cups flour
- 1 tsp baking soda
- 1 tsp baking powder
- 1 tsp cinnamon
- 0.5 tsp nutmeg
- 0.5 tsp ground cloves
- 0.5 tsp salt
- 1.5 cups sugar
- 0.5 cups butter, softened
- 1 cup mashed/pureed pumpkin
- 1 egg
- 1 tsp vanilla
- 0.3 cups buttermilk (or just milk. Or maybe eggnog, if you're really daring)
PREPARATION:
Mix flour, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and salt in one bowl.
Mix sugar, butter, egg, vanilla, and pumpkin in another bowl.
Slowly add them together into one bowl. At this point, I added the buttermilk, because the mixture was so thick.
Drop onto a greased baking sheet, and bake at 350F for 15 minutes, or until edges are firm.
You can find plenty of recipes online to make a glaze for these as well, but I thought they were perfect just as they were. Enjoy!
INGREDIENTS:
- 2.5 cups flour
- 1 tsp baking soda
- 1 tsp baking powder
- 1 tsp cinnamon
- 0.5 tsp nutmeg
- 0.5 tsp ground cloves
- 0.5 tsp salt
- 1.5 cups sugar
- 0.5 cups butter, softened
- 1 cup mashed/pureed pumpkin
- 1 egg
- 1 tsp vanilla
- 0.3 cups buttermilk (or just milk. Or maybe eggnog, if you're really daring)
PREPARATION:
Mix flour, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and salt in one bowl.
Mix sugar, butter, egg, vanilla, and pumpkin in another bowl.
Slowly add them together into one bowl. At this point, I added the buttermilk, because the mixture was so thick.
Drop onto a greased baking sheet, and bake at 350F for 15 minutes, or until edges are firm.
You can find plenty of recipes online to make a glaze for these as well, but I thought they were perfect just as they were. Enjoy!
October 27, 2009
Beef and Broccoli Recipe
I set this to auto-post this morning, so that maybe you might want to try it for dinner?
INGREDIENTS:
- 3 oz of beef per person, cut into bite-sized pieces
- 1 cup of broccoli per person, chopped to medium size
- 1/4 tsp salt
- 1/4 tsp black pepper
- 4 tbsp of oil (vegetable oil is best, olive oil will work too)
- 2-3 tbsp of soy sauce, depending on how many servings you make
- 1/3 cup of water
- so me garlic cloves, chopped up. As much or as little (or none) as you want
PREPARATION:
Mix together salt, pepper, and beef in a bowl, until meat is coated.
Heat 2 tbsps oil in wok or skillet over moderately high heat, until it's hot, but not smoking. Then stir-fry beef until just cooked through. Transfer with a slotted spoon to another bowl, and cover it to keep it warm.
Add remaining 2 tbsps oil to wok/skillet, along with broccoli and garlic, and stir-fry until broccoli is just tender, and garlic is pale golden.
Add soy sauce and water, and bring to a boil. Return meat to skillet and cook, stirring, until sauce is thickened. (You may want to add a packet of beef and broccoli seasoning at this step, but it's just as good without it.)
Then eat it quickly, because it's the best thing ever.
INGREDIENTS:
- 3 oz of beef per person, cut into bite-sized pieces
- 1 cup of broccoli per person, chopped to medium size
- 1/4 tsp salt
- 1/4 tsp black pepper
- 4 tbsp of oil (vegetable oil is best, olive oil will work too)
- 2-3 tbsp of soy sauce, depending on how many servings you make
- 1/3 cup of water
- so me garlic cloves, chopped up. As much or as little (or none) as you want
PREPARATION:
Mix together salt, pepper, and beef in a bowl, until meat is coated.
Heat 2 tbsps oil in wok or skillet over moderately high heat, until it's hot, but not smoking. Then stir-fry beef until just cooked through. Transfer with a slotted spoon to another bowl, and cover it to keep it warm.
Add remaining 2 tbsps oil to wok/skillet, along with broccoli and garlic, and stir-fry until broccoli is just tender, and garlic is pale golden.
Add soy sauce and water, and bring to a boil. Return meat to skillet and cook, stirring, until sauce is thickened. (You may want to add a packet of beef and broccoli seasoning at this step, but it's just as good without it.)
Then eat it quickly, because it's the best thing ever.
October 26, 2009
Probably The Most Perfect Weekend Ever
Let me start with last Thursday. We babysat. Remember that night that I babysat and the baby cried all night long, and I was exhausted and ready to cry myself? We babysat the same kids on Thursday evening, but the baby did so much better. She slept almost the entire time, and only fussed a little bit when she woke up and I changed her diaper. And then she fell asleep in my arms! And then the parents came back.
The boy was hyper as usual, but no unruly. He watched Horton Hears a Who. Twice. He REALLY likes that movie. He was a tiny bit cranky because the night went so late, and he was pretty tired, so he didn't fuss when it was time to go (like he usually does. He hates being away from Art's nerf guns).
So Thursday night was a good night. Friday night, Art and I went out on a date, to a restaurant called The Copper Hog. They serve authentic, UK-style food. (Did you know that in Europe, a lot of places serve fish and chips with mashed peas? So weird!) We didn't get fish and chips, but we did get curry fries with chicken. It was quite different, and really really good.
We got steak for our main dish, and it came with some broccoli, and when I bit into the broccoli, it was dry and crunchy and flavorful, like a chip! Broccoli chips! I loved it. I want to make broccoli chips for myself some day. Very soon.
Saturday was glorious. I got to sleep in and snuggle with my hubby for a while. Something we almost never get to do. I had a manicure at 1:00pm, and even though it was a basic mani, my nails look so pretty! I don't put color on my nails, because I want them to look neat and professional, so I chose an opaque, pearl-esque polish. I always try to keep my nails looking good, but right now, they look especially good.
We had the most gorgeous weather on Saturday, so even though Art and I drove past the grocery store on my way home, I asked him to drop me off at home so I could walk to the grocery store, to pick up a few things, and to enjoy the sunshine and warmth. So that was heavenly. Plus I bought eggnog. :D :D :D :D :D We like us some eggnog, yes we do.
The rest of Saturday was spent relaxing, and hanging out with friends, and watching UFC, and baking. (Because no two things go together more perfectly than baking to the sounds of two guys beating each other up.) Anyway, I had to bring something to eat for church the next day, because we were meeting as small groups instead of one congregation. It was 10pm, and I had no idea what I was going to make.
I opened my cupboards for inspiration, and behold: 3 cans of pumpkin! I immediately knew that I was destined to make pumpkin cookies, so Sozan and I drove off to Haggen at 10:30pm, picked up some ingredients, and I was baking cookies till midnight. And they were DELICIOUS! If I do say so myself. Although, I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who thinks so, because they were gobbled up pretty quickly on Sunday morning. And don't worry, I will definitely share my recipe with you.
So Sunday started out pretty good, with those pumpkin cookies, and breakfast with a small group of people from the church. It was really informal, and I'm so glad that Art and I finally got to meet some people. We barely know anyone there! Hopefully we are now on our way to making some new friends.
The rest of Sunday was pretty much spent with Art watching football, and my listening to more Mark Driscoll sermons online, and looking up more recipes. I was suddenly inspired to learn how to make easy, nutritious, delicious meals. And what I found so far makes me very happy, and actually excited to get into the kitchen.
Tonight I tried out my very first full meal: beef and broccoli. So easy, so quick, so completely healthy and balanced, and it tastes SO good. As a matter of fact, I'm eating my second helping as I type this. It uses olive oil or vegetable oil for fat, broccoli for carbs, and beef for protein. Plus soy sauce, salt, pepper, and garlic for flavor. Genius! All three basic nutrients in one dish. I'm so proud of myself, because I used to say that I was a bad cook, and that I hated cooking. But every time I try something, it works! I just had to get inspired.
I'm thinking that maybe tomorrow, I'll try doing the broccoli chips. The whole broccoli thing is an especially big deal, because it's so healthy, but I hate eating it. I was determined to find ways to prepare it so that I would love it. So far, so good.
Stay tuned for some recipes, and more adventures as I discover that I'm not a horrible cook!
The boy was hyper as usual, but no unruly. He watched Horton Hears a Who. Twice. He REALLY likes that movie. He was a tiny bit cranky because the night went so late, and he was pretty tired, so he didn't fuss when it was time to go (like he usually does. He hates being away from Art's nerf guns).
So Thursday night was a good night. Friday night, Art and I went out on a date, to a restaurant called The Copper Hog. They serve authentic, UK-style food. (Did you know that in Europe, a lot of places serve fish and chips with mashed peas? So weird!) We didn't get fish and chips, but we did get curry fries with chicken. It was quite different, and really really good.
We got steak for our main dish, and it came with some broccoli, and when I bit into the broccoli, it was dry and crunchy and flavorful, like a chip! Broccoli chips! I loved it. I want to make broccoli chips for myself some day. Very soon.
Saturday was glorious. I got to sleep in and snuggle with my hubby for a while. Something we almost never get to do. I had a manicure at 1:00pm, and even though it was a basic mani, my nails look so pretty! I don't put color on my nails, because I want them to look neat and professional, so I chose an opaque, pearl-esque polish. I always try to keep my nails looking good, but right now, they look especially good.
We had the most gorgeous weather on Saturday, so even though Art and I drove past the grocery store on my way home, I asked him to drop me off at home so I could walk to the grocery store, to pick up a few things, and to enjoy the sunshine and warmth. So that was heavenly. Plus I bought eggnog. :D :D :D :D :D We like us some eggnog, yes we do.
The rest of Saturday was spent relaxing, and hanging out with friends, and watching UFC, and baking. (Because no two things go together more perfectly than baking to the sounds of two guys beating each other up.) Anyway, I had to bring something to eat for church the next day, because we were meeting as small groups instead of one congregation. It was 10pm, and I had no idea what I was going to make.
I opened my cupboards for inspiration, and behold: 3 cans of pumpkin! I immediately knew that I was destined to make pumpkin cookies, so Sozan and I drove off to Haggen at 10:30pm, picked up some ingredients, and I was baking cookies till midnight. And they were DELICIOUS! If I do say so myself. Although, I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who thinks so, because they were gobbled up pretty quickly on Sunday morning. And don't worry, I will definitely share my recipe with you.
So Sunday started out pretty good, with those pumpkin cookies, and breakfast with a small group of people from the church. It was really informal, and I'm so glad that Art and I finally got to meet some people. We barely know anyone there! Hopefully we are now on our way to making some new friends.
The rest of Sunday was pretty much spent with Art watching football, and my listening to more Mark Driscoll sermons online, and looking up more recipes. I was suddenly inspired to learn how to make easy, nutritious, delicious meals. And what I found so far makes me very happy, and actually excited to get into the kitchen.
Tonight I tried out my very first full meal: beef and broccoli. So easy, so quick, so completely healthy and balanced, and it tastes SO good. As a matter of fact, I'm eating my second helping as I type this. It uses olive oil or vegetable oil for fat, broccoli for carbs, and beef for protein. Plus soy sauce, salt, pepper, and garlic for flavor. Genius! All three basic nutrients in one dish. I'm so proud of myself, because I used to say that I was a bad cook, and that I hated cooking. But every time I try something, it works! I just had to get inspired.
I'm thinking that maybe tomorrow, I'll try doing the broccoli chips. The whole broccoli thing is an especially big deal, because it's so healthy, but I hate eating it. I was determined to find ways to prepare it so that I would love it. So far, so good.
Stay tuned for some recipes, and more adventures as I discover that I'm not a horrible cook!
October 22, 2009
A Nice Rambling Post, For a Change
I've been taking an unplanned break from the internet for the last little while. Well, not a complete break, but I've been spending a LOT less time on blogger and facebook and such.
Lately I've been listening to Mark Driscoll sermons online. Specifically his Proverbs series from 2001/2002. Specifically the sermons on how to be a Proverbs 31 woman. Women and Femininity, Women and Homebuilding, Women and Motherhood...it is really good stuff. And to make it so perfectly complete, while I'm listening, I'm also knitting. :)
Btw, just in case anyone thinks those sermons seem sexist or demeaning, just do me (and you) a favor by listening to the them before you pass judgement. He explains how a woman has unique gifts that provide her with endless opportunities for ministry, both to her family, and to the world. She is anything but a mindless slave to endless chores. And these sermons are no guilt trip. I feel built up, and inspired to be the kind of woman that Proverbs (and Ruth and Esther and Song of Solomon) talk about.
And speaking of knitting, my mom wanted me to say what it is I'm making. And unfortunately for you, I'm not telling. :) It's a surprise. No I'm not pregnant. I'll tell you all about it when I'm done.
I realize that I don't talk about work much. Work has been really slow, and I have a lot of down time, but because of the big changes that are coming up, I still have a job. We are being switched over to a new database at the end of November, and my training finally just started.
There are some really good things about it, there are a few bad things about it, and in our department, we can definitely see how this new database could create some huge problems for us, and our customers. Which means that next summer, we will have more work to do than ever.
Our work will increase then, and the work we have now will take a bit longer with the new database, so those two factors combined mean job security for me. I'm still considered a seasonal, but my boss knows she will need my help once the switch is made. Once she can actually prove that things take longer, and therefore she needs more staff, I will be hired as full-time. And I'm praying that it happens before Christmas.
So if the change will potentially make more problems, then why are we making the switch? Well, we don't have a choice. We have a parent company that made this decision a few years ago, and all the rest of the companies have been using the new database for quite some time. Our company is the last to switch over.
And everybody is making a huge effort to keep spirits high, and encouraging everyone to see the positive, because as we all know, you attitude alone could be the difference between success and failure.
I'm not feeling the stress just yet. My training just started, and it was only for a few hours. Next week will be our department's in-depth training. I'm excited, because I'll be gaining some new responsibilities as well. And I suspect the change might be more easy for me because I haven't been here that long, so I'm not super attached to our current database.
Anyway, enough about work. The other day, I spoke about not having a camera, and for the most part, I don't miss it too much. Except it's Fall now. And it's so beautiful out here! I just want to take a million pictures of all the trees, wearing brilliant oranges and golds and reds. The trees are shedding their leaves pretty quickly now, but the sidewalks wear them just as nicely. It makes my bus ride to work so much more enjoyable.
I'm trying to drink it all in, because before long, the trees will be bare, and the skies will always be grey, and there won't be anything to look at, unless it snows. Which isn't likely. It snowed last year, but that's pretty unusual.
Well, this post has progressed from cheerful to downright depressing, so I think I will sign off. It's time to get back to the clickitty-clacking of my knitting needles. Which they don't actually do. If you're knitting and it's noisy, you're probably doing it wrong.
Lately I've been listening to Mark Driscoll sermons online. Specifically his Proverbs series from 2001/2002. Specifically the sermons on how to be a Proverbs 31 woman. Women and Femininity, Women and Homebuilding, Women and Motherhood...it is really good stuff. And to make it so perfectly complete, while I'm listening, I'm also knitting. :)
Btw, just in case anyone thinks those sermons seem sexist or demeaning, just do me (and you) a favor by listening to the them before you pass judgement. He explains how a woman has unique gifts that provide her with endless opportunities for ministry, both to her family, and to the world. She is anything but a mindless slave to endless chores. And these sermons are no guilt trip. I feel built up, and inspired to be the kind of woman that Proverbs (and Ruth and Esther and Song of Solomon) talk about.
And speaking of knitting, my mom wanted me to say what it is I'm making. And unfortunately for you, I'm not telling. :) It's a surprise. No I'm not pregnant. I'll tell you all about it when I'm done.
I realize that I don't talk about work much. Work has been really slow, and I have a lot of down time, but because of the big changes that are coming up, I still have a job. We are being switched over to a new database at the end of November, and my training finally just started.
There are some really good things about it, there are a few bad things about it, and in our department, we can definitely see how this new database could create some huge problems for us, and our customers. Which means that next summer, we will have more work to do than ever.
Our work will increase then, and the work we have now will take a bit longer with the new database, so those two factors combined mean job security for me. I'm still considered a seasonal, but my boss knows she will need my help once the switch is made. Once she can actually prove that things take longer, and therefore she needs more staff, I will be hired as full-time. And I'm praying that it happens before Christmas.
So if the change will potentially make more problems, then why are we making the switch? Well, we don't have a choice. We have a parent company that made this decision a few years ago, and all the rest of the companies have been using the new database for quite some time. Our company is the last to switch over.
And everybody is making a huge effort to keep spirits high, and encouraging everyone to see the positive, because as we all know, you attitude alone could be the difference between success and failure.
I'm not feeling the stress just yet. My training just started, and it was only for a few hours. Next week will be our department's in-depth training. I'm excited, because I'll be gaining some new responsibilities as well. And I suspect the change might be more easy for me because I haven't been here that long, so I'm not super attached to our current database.
Anyway, enough about work. The other day, I spoke about not having a camera, and for the most part, I don't miss it too much. Except it's Fall now. And it's so beautiful out here! I just want to take a million pictures of all the trees, wearing brilliant oranges and golds and reds. The trees are shedding their leaves pretty quickly now, but the sidewalks wear them just as nicely. It makes my bus ride to work so much more enjoyable.
I'm trying to drink it all in, because before long, the trees will be bare, and the skies will always be grey, and there won't be anything to look at, unless it snows. Which isn't likely. It snowed last year, but that's pretty unusual.
Well, this post has progressed from cheerful to downright depressing, so I think I will sign off. It's time to get back to the clickitty-clacking of my knitting needles. Which they don't actually do. If you're knitting and it's noisy, you're probably doing it wrong.
October 20, 2009
What Internet?
No time to blog, or even be on the internet these days. Too busy knitting! :D
(This would normally be the part where I show you what I'm working on, but you may remember that our camera got a little smashed up on a mountain. It's too bad my mom is paying for us to fly out to Manitoba for Christmas. Otherwise, she could buy us a camera! Just kidding. Love you mom!)
(Oh, and today is my sister's birthday. Happy Birthday Elleah! And she is due in less than two weeks!)
(This would normally be the part where I show you what I'm working on, but you may remember that our camera got a little smashed up on a mountain. It's too bad my mom is paying for us to fly out to Manitoba for Christmas. Otherwise, she could buy us a camera! Just kidding. Love you mom!)
(Oh, and today is my sister's birthday. Happy Birthday Elleah! And she is due in less than two weeks!)
October 15, 2009
My Sister's Pregnancy Pictures
My sister is very lucky that her mother-in-law is a photographer. She and her husband and their daughter (and any future kids) get lots of beautiful pictures taken of them, for free! Here is just a sampling of the latest and last pregnancy photoshoot.
October 14, 2009
California Pictures: Family
Some pictures of us throughout the trip, and some of the relatives we went to visit.
The Morgans (minus me, because I was taking the picture)
In-N-Out, classic California experience. Their food is pretty good. And if you go there, it's practically a law that you have to get a picture of your very first bite. Which I didn't do, so I got a picture of my second time being there.
Darn sunshine, ruining our pictures! ;)
Playing a card game with one of the cousins.
My charming husband.
Okay, technically this isn't family, but close enough. This was my college roommate. We met her and her husband and their two year old for dinner.
This was on our way to the aquarium.
I had to get a picture of myself by the real ocean. We didn't get any closer than this.
I'm pretty sure we don't have a single picture of Joe making a normal face.
The Morgans: Photo-bombing each other since 1984.
I just realized that, aside from the fantastic centering, we're not even ready for the picture.
Preparing the Filipino feast. I helped peel lumpia wrappers.
Sally made an asian friend while we were there, so we went to her place for lunch the day before Magic Mountain.
Swimming a little, the evening before Magic Mountain.
We took pictures with as many relatives as possible. This is 95 year old great-grandma.
David's stepdad and his wife.
Teaching a cousin to play the dice game. Also known as 10,000 or Nuscht. (sp?)
One last family picture, and then we headed home.
There! That's the last of the pictures from our California trip. Now I can get back to blogging about real life again.
The Morgans (minus me, because I was taking the picture)
In-N-Out, classic California experience. Their food is pretty good. And if you go there, it's practically a law that you have to get a picture of your very first bite. Which I didn't do, so I got a picture of my second time being there.
Darn sunshine, ruining our pictures! ;)
Playing a card game with one of the cousins.
My charming husband.
Okay, technically this isn't family, but close enough. This was my college roommate. We met her and her husband and their two year old for dinner.
This was on our way to the aquarium.
I had to get a picture of myself by the real ocean. We didn't get any closer than this.
I'm pretty sure we don't have a single picture of Joe making a normal face.
The Morgans: Photo-bombing each other since 1984.
I just realized that, aside from the fantastic centering, we're not even ready for the picture.
Preparing the Filipino feast. I helped peel lumpia wrappers.
Sally made an asian friend while we were there, so we went to her place for lunch the day before Magic Mountain.
Swimming a little, the evening before Magic Mountain.
We took pictures with as many relatives as possible. This is 95 year old great-grandma.
David's stepdad and his wife.
Teaching a cousin to play the dice game. Also known as 10,000 or Nuscht. (sp?)
One last family picture, and then we headed home.
There! That's the last of the pictures from our California trip. Now I can get back to blogging about real life again.
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