Two weeks into my last semester, it's really hitting me how much I'll miss SES. Sure, I'll keep in touch with some friends, continue reading Christian books and find Bible studies to go to, but I'm not sure it'll be the same. I won't be in class every semester, challenging my faith two or more times a week, and I'm afraid of losing that built-in support system.
That's not something I get at work, in most of my relationships or in some of the churches I've been to. (Thankfully, I think my church now is the best one I've ever had.) Most of the friendships or work relationships I have with people are surface level: "How are you?" "Fine, and you?" "Yeah, I'm good." "Nice weather we're having." "Sure is."
Of course, there are moments, especially in a newsroom, where we'll get into deeper topics that actually have some meaning, but it's not the constant stimulation and rejuvenation that seminary has given me.
I just got back from class and I'm still on a mini emotional high if that can happen. I would be on a regular emotional high, but I'm tired. ... We had chapel tonight and I chatted with Alex (the school's president) for about 10 minutes afterwards. He's always meeting and talking with the big whigs of apologetics and Christian thinking, but he's so humble. It's refreshing, and I know I'm not always like that. (He's having dinner with Chuck Colson in New York in a few weeks and was almost apologetic about it, like he's not worthy.)
Anyway, it's absolutely amazing how God has used him and all the doors that have opened up for him. It's exciting to think I might have similar doors opened, but it also makes me impatient because sometimes I want them all right now. I want to travel and I want to write about religion and I want to use what I'm learning to reach as many people as possible.
I love my job and I know we should "bloom where we're planted," but I still get restless. I wonder if that's selfish -- if I'm trying to force my own wishes instead of listening to God's. ... Hm, I just remembered that I bought a book on the Alaska cruise called "How to Listen to God" by Charles Stanley. Maybe it's time to crack that baby open.
Tonight, Alex was saying that it doesn't matter how many people know our names, but how many people know Jesus' name. I keep telling myself I want to make a difference, but then two things pop into my head:
1. Do I want to make a difference so people can point to me and say, "Look how much she knows," or do I want to make a difference so people can say, "Look what God has done"?
and 2. Maybe I am making a difference -- the Christian girl writing for a secular newspaper, finding that religion comes up every week and taking an opportunity to discuss her own faith. Or the reporter who proved to you that there are decent reporters out there who do care about the people, not just the story.
I keep thinking of another quote I heard that says something like "some people are so anxious for a door to open that they fail to see the open window that's been there all along." I'm sure I botched that, but you get the idea.
I told Alex that I still want to be plugged in to the seminary post-graduation. It's fed me spiritually in a way I never knew existed and I don't want to lose that connection. I know part of the idea is to prepare us for "the outside world," but I still hope I can hold fast to that circle of faith.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Swinging in the Rain
Today is my day off. It always seems like my days "off" are just as busy as my (on?) days, but no matter; today I got to swing and it made me feel 4 again. (Or 11 or 15 or any other age that I've loved to swing, which is all of them.)
Although I've spent a good portion of the day doing work -- putting together a presentation, cleaning my bathroom, buying Drano -- the 8 minutes I spent swinging this morning were refreshing. I had just dropped Pete off at the airport (it's guy's weekend, better known as "mancation," at his cabin in MN) and I decided to go for a walk. It was drizzling and overcast, but so much better than the 100 degrees it was yesterday.
So off I went. On the way back, I eyed the swingset as I got closer, finally plopping my red shorts onto a soggy swing and taking hold of the slippery metal chains. This was about the time I would've been checking my e-mail at work. ... Who wouldn't make that trade?
Across the pond was a dad fishing with his son. The dad kept looking over and I imagine thinking "she's too big to be on a swing." Or maybe he was just wishing he could swing, too, without looking childish in front of the boy. No one is too big to swing.
Now it's 8:15 and almost dark outside and I'm wishing I was back on that swing because my sloth of a computer is driving me nuts. How am I supposed to put a presentation together if each slide takes half a lifetime to pop up? And somewhere along the line, my desktop background decided to turn black.
Maybe it's a sign from God that I should do something else.
P.S. Just in case you forgot how tall I am or the fact that I generally look dreadful in anything yellow, the picture below is not of me.
Although I've spent a good portion of the day doing work -- putting together a presentation, cleaning my bathroom, buying Drano -- the 8 minutes I spent swinging this morning were refreshing. I had just dropped Pete off at the airport (it's guy's weekend, better known as "mancation," at his cabin in MN) and I decided to go for a walk. It was drizzling and overcast, but so much better than the 100 degrees it was yesterday.
So off I went. On the way back, I eyed the swingset as I got closer, finally plopping my red shorts onto a soggy swing and taking hold of the slippery metal chains. This was about the time I would've been checking my e-mail at work. ... Who wouldn't make that trade?
Across the pond was a dad fishing with his son. The dad kept looking over and I imagine thinking "she's too big to be on a swing." Or maybe he was just wishing he could swing, too, without looking childish in front of the boy. No one is too big to swing.
Now it's 8:15 and almost dark outside and I'm wishing I was back on that swing because my sloth of a computer is driving me nuts. How am I supposed to put a presentation together if each slide takes half a lifetime to pop up? And somewhere along the line, my desktop background decided to turn black.
Maybe it's a sign from God that I should do something else.
P.S. Just in case you forgot how tall I am or the fact that I generally look dreadful in anything yellow, the picture below is not of me.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Alaska cruise 8 - "Until We Meet Again"
Thursday, July 16
I knew on the first day of our cruise that the week would go by too fast. Still, I find myself writing the last entry thinking, "I can't believe it's almost over."
With legs about twice as long as Mamaw's, I don't know if she'll ever travel with me again. Her feet hurt a lot and I heard "slow down" more than once. At the same time, I saw the twinkle in her eyes more than I heard "slow down," so I think the amount of time she had fun outweighs the amount of time she secretly cursed long hallways and endless flights of stairs.
Today we slept in until 10, although we lost an hour of sleep with the time change. While Mamaw got ready, I did two loads of laundry (so I wouldn't smell up my suitcase), then we had a late lunch. My lunchbox isn't going to cut it after this cruise.
We sat through a staff farewell (tear), then packed our suitcases. Beefore we knew it, it was 5:30 and time for our last dinner on deck. "Yes, we will feed you 'til the bitter end," the activities director said.
By 7, we were docked in Victoria, British Columbia, and made our way to a bus to go to a lighted tour of Butchart Gardens. We were on the same bus as the ladies from dinner.
The gardens were absolutely beautiful. 67 acres of all kinds of flowers, trees, arbors and water fountains -- a Japanese garden, the sunken garden, Italian Garden, rose garden and Mediterranean garden. It reminded me of Biltmore's gardens but better. We also saw the Big Dipper! (Or Little Dipper, I don't know which. ... How do you know the difference if you don't have the other one to compare it to anyway?)
When we got back, it was 11:30 and time to board the ship one last time. We'll be in Seattle around 8 a.m.
I think Mamaw is overwhelmed with so many things to do and keep up with right now, but I have a feeling she'll be traveling more. She's already ready to come back. I told her we should go up the east coast next ... or Paris.
As our dining room steward, Sonny, said today, there are no goodbyes. "Until we meet again," he said. I like that.
I knew on the first day of our cruise that the week would go by too fast. Still, I find myself writing the last entry thinking, "I can't believe it's almost over."
With legs about twice as long as Mamaw's, I don't know if she'll ever travel with me again. Her feet hurt a lot and I heard "slow down" more than once. At the same time, I saw the twinkle in her eyes more than I heard "slow down," so I think the amount of time she had fun outweighs the amount of time she secretly cursed long hallways and endless flights of stairs.
Today we slept in until 10, although we lost an hour of sleep with the time change. While Mamaw got ready, I did two loads of laundry (so I wouldn't smell up my suitcase), then we had a late lunch. My lunchbox isn't going to cut it after this cruise.
We sat through a staff farewell (tear), then packed our suitcases. Beefore we knew it, it was 5:30 and time for our last dinner on deck. "Yes, we will feed you 'til the bitter end," the activities director said.
By 7, we were docked in Victoria, British Columbia, and made our way to a bus to go to a lighted tour of Butchart Gardens. We were on the same bus as the ladies from dinner.
The gardens were absolutely beautiful. 67 acres of all kinds of flowers, trees, arbors and water fountains -- a Japanese garden, the sunken garden, Italian Garden, rose garden and Mediterranean garden. It reminded me of Biltmore's gardens but better. We also saw the Big Dipper! (Or Little Dipper, I don't know which. ... How do you know the difference if you don't have the other one to compare it to anyway?)
When we got back, it was 11:30 and time to board the ship one last time. We'll be in Seattle around 8 a.m.
I think Mamaw is overwhelmed with so many things to do and keep up with right now, but I have a feeling she'll be traveling more. She's already ready to come back. I told her we should go up the east coast next ... or Paris.
As our dining room steward, Sonny, said today, there are no goodbyes. "Until we meet again," he said. I like that.
Alaska cruise 7 - The Travel Bug
Wednesday, July 15
Mamaw has always wanted to travel. I asked her what's the farthest she's ever been from home prior to this trip and she said she went to New York when she was about 13. She also went to D.C. in 1985. She called that "a few years ago."
So I guess she's had the itch to travel more since 1945, minus the D.C. trip. Mom gets the same kind of restlessness, as does Dad, so I blame my travel bug on them.
Papaw, on the other hand, is a self-proclaimed homebody. "I think it's 'cause he's bashful," Mamaw said. He stays busy doing things, whether helping his brother in the country, mowing the yard, tending to the vegetable garden or watering the flowers, but doesn't like to stray far from home.
... Which is why I'm really glad we're on this trip. Before the cruise even came up, I told Mamaw about a year ago that I was going to take her on a trip somewhere. Well she's ended up taking me, but I'm honored to be invited and so happy to spend this time together. I'd love to go on extended trips like this with everyone in the family -- Papaw, Mom, Dad, Seth, Emily, etc.
Living away, (although not that far), I miss out on a lot of things and feel like there's so much I don't know about my family sometimes. Thank goodness Mom fills me in. She's my Tennessee newspaper.
I also feel like I miss out on some lessons all these people could teach me. I've tried to go home more this year, but it's still not the same as living nearby. If Pete and I move away, I'll probably see them even less. This is where I wish our families lived in the same state.
I'm getting off track. ... Today has been pretty restful. We didn't have to get up early again, but had a good time on a Misty Fjords and Wilderness Explorer excursion. Our ship docked in Ketchikan, then we took a boat about an hour out to more untouched land -- misty fjords just like the brochure said. We also saw a bunch of harbor seals. I bet they'd make good pets if you had the space.
While on the boat, we got complimentary hot chocolate and either clam chowder or vegetarian chili. I had the chili because it smelled too good to pass up.
I slept most of the way back, then we rushed through a few gift shops looking for one more souvenir. We only had 40 minutes before we had to be back on the ship and this was our last stop in Alaska.
Even though I've passed the opportunity up several times now, I'm kicking myself for not getting the Alaska shirt I wanted. I didn't want to spend the money, but it was cheap and now I keep seeing people on deck wearing it. It was my favorite color, too. :(
We again went to the Rotterdam Dining Hall for dinner and I'm really going to miss the ladies we've been sitting with. I'm going to look the girls up on Facebook.
Before another Bible study started, we went back to the room. Mamaw had left her glasses there and we found them on the "eyes" of probably the only moose we'll see here. The staff always comes in to tidy the rooms and add different towel creatures during dinner. This was by far the best.
Still not the best part of the day, though. That goes to the midnight chocolate buffet. Could God have created anything greater? With violin and cello music in the background, Mamaw and I made our way through plate after plate of cakes, cheesecakes, truffles and chocolate covered strawberries. Chefs added ice sculptures, a chocolate fountain and fruit fountain to the display. We sat with Toni and Heidi (the two other ladies from dinner) and Mamaw finally got a picture with her new friend and the friend's daughter. The lady's last name is Hutcheson, but I don't know her first name.
By the way, Mamaw has officially misplaced the most items I've ever seen in the time we've been here. I think it's because we have so many papers to keep up with and all our luggage and clothes are crammed in the closets. She's "found" three things she thought she lost in one of her suitcases. (I keep telling her to let me get the suitcase off the shelf because it's heavy, but she insists she can do it. "I'm big and strong," she told me earlier this week. "I'm not sure about the big part," I said.)
Last stop -- Victoria!
Mamaw has always wanted to travel. I asked her what's the farthest she's ever been from home prior to this trip and she said she went to New York when she was about 13. She also went to D.C. in 1985. She called that "a few years ago."
So I guess she's had the itch to travel more since 1945, minus the D.C. trip. Mom gets the same kind of restlessness, as does Dad, so I blame my travel bug on them.
Papaw, on the other hand, is a self-proclaimed homebody. "I think it's 'cause he's bashful," Mamaw said. He stays busy doing things, whether helping his brother in the country, mowing the yard, tending to the vegetable garden or watering the flowers, but doesn't like to stray far from home.
... Which is why I'm really glad we're on this trip. Before the cruise even came up, I told Mamaw about a year ago that I was going to take her on a trip somewhere. Well she's ended up taking me, but I'm honored to be invited and so happy to spend this time together. I'd love to go on extended trips like this with everyone in the family -- Papaw, Mom, Dad, Seth, Emily, etc.
Living away, (although not that far), I miss out on a lot of things and feel like there's so much I don't know about my family sometimes. Thank goodness Mom fills me in. She's my Tennessee newspaper.
I also feel like I miss out on some lessons all these people could teach me. I've tried to go home more this year, but it's still not the same as living nearby. If Pete and I move away, I'll probably see them even less. This is where I wish our families lived in the same state.
I'm getting off track. ... Today has been pretty restful. We didn't have to get up early again, but had a good time on a Misty Fjords and Wilderness Explorer excursion. Our ship docked in Ketchikan, then we took a boat about an hour out to more untouched land -- misty fjords just like the brochure said. We also saw a bunch of harbor seals. I bet they'd make good pets if you had the space.
While on the boat, we got complimentary hot chocolate and either clam chowder or vegetarian chili. I had the chili because it smelled too good to pass up.
I slept most of the way back, then we rushed through a few gift shops looking for one more souvenir. We only had 40 minutes before we had to be back on the ship and this was our last stop in Alaska.
Even though I've passed the opportunity up several times now, I'm kicking myself for not getting the Alaska shirt I wanted. I didn't want to spend the money, but it was cheap and now I keep seeing people on deck wearing it. It was my favorite color, too. :(
We again went to the Rotterdam Dining Hall for dinner and I'm really going to miss the ladies we've been sitting with. I'm going to look the girls up on Facebook.
Before another Bible study started, we went back to the room. Mamaw had left her glasses there and we found them on the "eyes" of probably the only moose we'll see here. The staff always comes in to tidy the rooms and add different towel creatures during dinner. This was by far the best.
Still not the best part of the day, though. That goes to the midnight chocolate buffet. Could God have created anything greater? With violin and cello music in the background, Mamaw and I made our way through plate after plate of cakes, cheesecakes, truffles and chocolate covered strawberries. Chefs added ice sculptures, a chocolate fountain and fruit fountain to the display. We sat with Toni and Heidi (the two other ladies from dinner) and Mamaw finally got a picture with her new friend and the friend's daughter. The lady's last name is Hutcheson, but I don't know her first name.
By the way, Mamaw has officially misplaced the most items I've ever seen in the time we've been here. I think it's because we have so many papers to keep up with and all our luggage and clothes are crammed in the closets. She's "found" three things she thought she lost in one of her suitcases. (I keep telling her to let me get the suitcase off the shelf because it's heavy, but she insists she can do it. "I'm big and strong," she told me earlier this week. "I'm not sure about the big part," I said.)
Last stop -- Victoria!
Alaska cruise 6 - Happy Birthday times Three
Tuesday, July 14
As much as I've loved our excursions and look forward to two more, it was nice to stay in and relax today, also known as Mamaw's birthday.
We started out with breakfast in the room. I've realized how much I like to be served. Then we took our time going out on deck, but it was incredible when we did. There were chunks of ice everywhere in the water and ginormous fjords. Still no goats, bears or moose sightings. We were again blessed with good weather, although I did get some use out of my toboggan and scarf.
Lunch was next and we both got ice cream cones afterwards. Mmm. We've also had some great dinners in Rotterdam -- king crab, New York strip steak with green beans and mashed potatoes, etc. As luck has it, we sat beside the ladies Mamaw met yesterday and they exchanged addresses.
Our next plan of action was to grab a book and find a quiet place to read, but we both fell asleep before we left the room. I slept for about two hours. I could've slept longer, but the activities director made an announcement about the captain's reception at 4:45. It was already 4:35, so I jumped up and got ready. Most people were dressed up and headed to the Mondriaan Lounge to hear a short presentation by a handful of men in charge of the ship. We watched a jazz band play before going to dinner.
I'd given Mamaw all her birthday cards earlier. At dinner, I told a guy it was her birthday, but that she didn't want to be sung to. She'd warned me several times.
By dessert time, a couple of waiters brought over a small piece of chocolate mousse cake and ice cream for everyone at the table. Mamaw's plate had an edible "Happy Birthday" greeting. The other ladies at the table and I sang "Happy Birthday" quietly to not attract attention.
Later, however, we went to the piano bar to hear Babbie Mason, who asked if anyone had a birthday so she could determine who to give one of her books to. I raised Mamaw's hand and Babbie, along with the audience, sang to her. Wendy and Maureen (the mother and daughter from our dinner table) were also there. So, ha, she still got her song. :)
It was great, too, because Mamaw told me later that she wanted that book. After the concert, Babbie signed it and sang a Stevie Wonder version of "Happy Birthday" with her sister.
Mamaw also got a free DVD from Jerry Vines when he heard about the special day.
So in the end, I think she's had a really good day full of surprises. I'm happy to be a part of it.
P.S. I had a dream about checking my e-mail, but it's still nice not to have the distractions of cell phones and the Internet. ... And to get paid vacation.
As much as I've loved our excursions and look forward to two more, it was nice to stay in and relax today, also known as Mamaw's birthday.
We started out with breakfast in the room. I've realized how much I like to be served. Then we took our time going out on deck, but it was incredible when we did. There were chunks of ice everywhere in the water and ginormous fjords. Still no goats, bears or moose sightings. We were again blessed with good weather, although I did get some use out of my toboggan and scarf.
Lunch was next and we both got ice cream cones afterwards. Mmm. We've also had some great dinners in Rotterdam -- king crab, New York strip steak with green beans and mashed potatoes, etc. As luck has it, we sat beside the ladies Mamaw met yesterday and they exchanged addresses.
Our next plan of action was to grab a book and find a quiet place to read, but we both fell asleep before we left the room. I slept for about two hours. I could've slept longer, but the activities director made an announcement about the captain's reception at 4:45. It was already 4:35, so I jumped up and got ready. Most people were dressed up and headed to the Mondriaan Lounge to hear a short presentation by a handful of men in charge of the ship. We watched a jazz band play before going to dinner.
I'd given Mamaw all her birthday cards earlier. At dinner, I told a guy it was her birthday, but that she didn't want to be sung to. She'd warned me several times.
By dessert time, a couple of waiters brought over a small piece of chocolate mousse cake and ice cream for everyone at the table. Mamaw's plate had an edible "Happy Birthday" greeting. The other ladies at the table and I sang "Happy Birthday" quietly to not attract attention.
Later, however, we went to the piano bar to hear Babbie Mason, who asked if anyone had a birthday so she could determine who to give one of her books to. I raised Mamaw's hand and Babbie, along with the audience, sang to her. Wendy and Maureen (the mother and daughter from our dinner table) were also there. So, ha, she still got her song. :)
It was great, too, because Mamaw told me later that she wanted that book. After the concert, Babbie signed it and sang a Stevie Wonder version of "Happy Birthday" with her sister.
Mamaw also got a free DVD from Jerry Vines when he heard about the special day.
So in the end, I think she's had a really good day full of surprises. I'm happy to be a part of it.
P.S. I had a dream about checking my e-mail, but it's still nice not to have the distractions of cell phones and the Internet. ... And to get paid vacation.
Alaska cruise 5 - Saddle and Paddle
Monday, July 13
Today is Mom and Dad's 25th anniversary and I hate that I'm not around to celebrate. I hope they got my card. They'll also be seeing an announcement in the local paper this Sunday, so I hope they like it. (Thanks, Andy!)
Otherwise, today has been amazing. My first stop was the Scagway port at 8 a.m. where I met 9 others to take a bus to the Yukon, then canoeing on Spirit Lake. The ride up took an hour and a half, but the scenery was incredible. Crystal clear water and sunshine everywhere. Everyone keeps telling us how lucky we are to have such great weather.
I'm pretty sure I've seen pictures of Spirit Lake before, but actually being there was amazing. I paddled with a lady named Phyllis. The water was only 4 to 5 feet deep where we went and we saw moose tracks all over the bottom of the lake. (It was named Spirit Lake because when the wind blows through, it makes a whistling noise and the natives thought they could communicate with their ancestors' spirits.)
Once out of the lake, we had lunch at a little restaurant. I had a salmon salad sandwich, soup sort of like minestrone and apple pie -- all made by the lady who runs it. Then it was off to the barn where we grabbed helmets for horseback riding. I got a horse named Spirit. Emily loves horses, especially the movie "Spirit," so I got her a red horseshoe with the horse's name on it as a souvenir.
The ride was fantastic. Last time I went riding was with Pete in New Zealand where it hailed on us and my saddle came loose. But this was a very easy ride through a wooded area, by a river, then back up the mountain. There are moose, bears and elk in the area during other parts of the year apparently. I think the guide said they've moved up the mountain by now.
On the way back to Scagway, we passed Bove Island and listened to our guide tell stories about the Gold Rush in Alaska and Canada. I don't think I would've liked to be one of the scavengers.
Then several years ago, he said, one guy cleared some trees along the Alaska Highway to make room for a home. Authorities told him he couldn't cut them down and to put them back, so he placed them in the ground upside down. I was on the wrong side of the bus to get a picture of that one.
I was exhausted by the time I got back, but headed out once again after I got clean. Mamaw was on her second excursion. I bought Dad's souvenir and two photo scrapbooks. I'm giving one to Mamaw tomorrow for her birthday. I also got pictures of where Sarah Palin grew up and a guy's backyard where he's created a lawn mower cemetery for locals' old mowers.
Once Mamaw got back, we swapped stories. She didn't like the second trip as much because the bus driver backed up when she was trying to put her things overhead and she fell in the aisle. She was fine, but the driver made her fill out papers about the incident for liability. Everyone asked if she was OK and one lady kept offering her Excedrin. She doesn't like to cause a fuss, but I feel bad that I wasn't there. She did befriend one elderly lady from Decatur, Ga., and her two daughters.
Our Bible study was really good tonight, too. Jerry Vines spoke about doing things for God's glory, not men, and storing up heavenly treasures instead of earthly ones. Then we watched more comedy by Geraldine and Ricky.
At 11 p.m., we went out on deck and it was beautiful. Still light enough to see things, although my camera didn't want a photo of the lighthouses to save its life. Tomorrow's passage is supposed to be even prettier.
Today is Mom and Dad's 25th anniversary and I hate that I'm not around to celebrate. I hope they got my card. They'll also be seeing an announcement in the local paper this Sunday, so I hope they like it. (Thanks, Andy!)
Otherwise, today has been amazing. My first stop was the Scagway port at 8 a.m. where I met 9 others to take a bus to the Yukon, then canoeing on Spirit Lake. The ride up took an hour and a half, but the scenery was incredible. Crystal clear water and sunshine everywhere. Everyone keeps telling us how lucky we are to have such great weather.
I'm pretty sure I've seen pictures of Spirit Lake before, but actually being there was amazing. I paddled with a lady named Phyllis. The water was only 4 to 5 feet deep where we went and we saw moose tracks all over the bottom of the lake. (It was named Spirit Lake because when the wind blows through, it makes a whistling noise and the natives thought they could communicate with their ancestors' spirits.)
Once out of the lake, we had lunch at a little restaurant. I had a salmon salad sandwich, soup sort of like minestrone and apple pie -- all made by the lady who runs it. Then it was off to the barn where we grabbed helmets for horseback riding. I got a horse named Spirit. Emily loves horses, especially the movie "Spirit," so I got her a red horseshoe with the horse's name on it as a souvenir.
The ride was fantastic. Last time I went riding was with Pete in New Zealand where it hailed on us and my saddle came loose. But this was a very easy ride through a wooded area, by a river, then back up the mountain. There are moose, bears and elk in the area during other parts of the year apparently. I think the guide said they've moved up the mountain by now.
On the way back to Scagway, we passed Bove Island and listened to our guide tell stories about the Gold Rush in Alaska and Canada. I don't think I would've liked to be one of the scavengers.
Then several years ago, he said, one guy cleared some trees along the Alaska Highway to make room for a home. Authorities told him he couldn't cut them down and to put them back, so he placed them in the ground upside down. I was on the wrong side of the bus to get a picture of that one.
I was exhausted by the time I got back, but headed out once again after I got clean. Mamaw was on her second excursion. I bought Dad's souvenir and two photo scrapbooks. I'm giving one to Mamaw tomorrow for her birthday. I also got pictures of where Sarah Palin grew up and a guy's backyard where he's created a lawn mower cemetery for locals' old mowers.
Once Mamaw got back, we swapped stories. She didn't like the second trip as much because the bus driver backed up when she was trying to put her things overhead and she fell in the aisle. She was fine, but the driver made her fill out papers about the incident for liability. Everyone asked if she was OK and one lady kept offering her Excedrin. She doesn't like to cause a fuss, but I feel bad that I wasn't there. She did befriend one elderly lady from Decatur, Ga., and her two daughters.
Our Bible study was really good tonight, too. Jerry Vines spoke about doing things for God's glory, not men, and storing up heavenly treasures instead of earthly ones. Then we watched more comedy by Geraldine and Ricky.
At 11 p.m., we went out on deck and it was beautiful. Still light enough to see things, although my camera didn't want a photo of the lighthouses to save its life. Tomorrow's passage is supposed to be even prettier.
Alaska cruise 4 - I Know What You Mean
Sunday, July 12
Pete has always told me how beautiful Alaska is. After he spent last summer there, I could tell he missed it, but oh do I understand why now. Before this trip, I thought a person must be pretty special to want to live here. It's cold, it stays light or dark all the time and it's far away from everything. But it also gets warm (we've had weather in the mid-60s to low 70s), you have a ton of space and the air is so much clearer. Far from Charlotte's irritating humidity.
When Mamaw and I made it on deck this morning, we were surrounded by snow-capped mountains and green trees. It was one of those moments you know you need to soak in because it just doesn't happen that often. I must've taken five pictures from every angle, but I wanted to make sure I captured it (even though that's impossible to do entirely).
When we got off the ship in Juneau, we rode the tram up to Mount Roberts. I could handle that view every day. (Although I say that and still wonder if I could ever be content in one place my whole life.) Then back down the tram and a little bit of shopping before we boarded a bus for our Photo Safari by Land and Sea excursion. Our guide didn't look much older than me, but is a professional photographer. She's moving to Colorado this fall to do more work on a documentary.
Anyway, she and another guide, Mike, took us out on a boat for sightseeing at Auke Bay. She gave us some camera pointers and we spent most of the time trying to photograph humpback whales. At one point, there were several to raise up out of the water at one time, not far at all from another tourist boat. I saw it, but of course missed it with my camera. The guide (Jennifer) told us they were feeding on herring. There was also a baby humpback whale that kept jumping up and we decided he was showing off.
We had a chance to photograph bald eagles, too, but I'm not a bird person. I did, however, breathe in the pine smell as much as possible. Reminded me of Christmas.
The next stop was Mendenhaal Glacier. I don't remember the exact number of feet, but it's moved a LOT since 1916. (Did it move before that? I don't know.) There were markers where the glacier used to be and it's about a mile or so farther out now. It leads to the Juneau ice fields, which are HUGE. (According to the Hawaiian guy, Juneau is also the second largest city in the nation, but much, much less populated than most.)
The guide also offered walking sticks to everyone on our rainforest walk. Mamaw took one and I told her she looked like Moses, especially when she passed between two big rocks.
It's amazing how different one state is to another. And how massive everying in Alaska seems to be. Humongous mountains, crisp air and wildlife everywhere. Absolutely gorgeous. I told Mamaw I could get used to celebrating the Sabbath this way.
Tomorrow we have more excursions planned in Scagway. Mamaw looked at her schedule earlier and didn't realize she'd have to get up early again to be at the port in time. "Oh my mercy, that's 8:10!" she said. "I'll have to go home to get a rest."
Her first stop tomorrow will be a White Pass Summit train ride, then a trip up another mountain to a suspension bridge. The latter is dubbed "bridge and bake" on her ticket. "We're gonna bake a bridge," she predicted.
Well I have to go now. She's already asleep and getting up earlier than I think she needs to. She said she'll need more time if her hair "doesn't lay right" in the morning.
Pete has always told me how beautiful Alaska is. After he spent last summer there, I could tell he missed it, but oh do I understand why now. Before this trip, I thought a person must be pretty special to want to live here. It's cold, it stays light or dark all the time and it's far away from everything. But it also gets warm (we've had weather in the mid-60s to low 70s), you have a ton of space and the air is so much clearer. Far from Charlotte's irritating humidity.
When Mamaw and I made it on deck this morning, we were surrounded by snow-capped mountains and green trees. It was one of those moments you know you need to soak in because it just doesn't happen that often. I must've taken five pictures from every angle, but I wanted to make sure I captured it (even though that's impossible to do entirely).
When we got off the ship in Juneau, we rode the tram up to Mount Roberts. I could handle that view every day. (Although I say that and still wonder if I could ever be content in one place my whole life.) Then back down the tram and a little bit of shopping before we boarded a bus for our Photo Safari by Land and Sea excursion. Our guide didn't look much older than me, but is a professional photographer. She's moving to Colorado this fall to do more work on a documentary.
Anyway, she and another guide, Mike, took us out on a boat for sightseeing at Auke Bay. She gave us some camera pointers and we spent most of the time trying to photograph humpback whales. At one point, there were several to raise up out of the water at one time, not far at all from another tourist boat. I saw it, but of course missed it with my camera. The guide (Jennifer) told us they were feeding on herring. There was also a baby humpback whale that kept jumping up and we decided he was showing off.
We had a chance to photograph bald eagles, too, but I'm not a bird person. I did, however, breathe in the pine smell as much as possible. Reminded me of Christmas.
The next stop was Mendenhaal Glacier. I don't remember the exact number of feet, but it's moved a LOT since 1916. (Did it move before that? I don't know.) There were markers where the glacier used to be and it's about a mile or so farther out now. It leads to the Juneau ice fields, which are HUGE. (According to the Hawaiian guy, Juneau is also the second largest city in the nation, but much, much less populated than most.)
The guide also offered walking sticks to everyone on our rainforest walk. Mamaw took one and I told her she looked like Moses, especially when she passed between two big rocks.
It's amazing how different one state is to another. And how massive everying in Alaska seems to be. Humongous mountains, crisp air and wildlife everywhere. Absolutely gorgeous. I told Mamaw I could get used to celebrating the Sabbath this way.
Tomorrow we have more excursions planned in Scagway. Mamaw looked at her schedule earlier and didn't realize she'd have to get up early again to be at the port in time. "Oh my mercy, that's 8:10!" she said. "I'll have to go home to get a rest."
Her first stop tomorrow will be a White Pass Summit train ride, then a trip up another mountain to a suspension bridge. The latter is dubbed "bridge and bake" on her ticket. "We're gonna bake a bridge," she predicted.
Well I have to go now. She's already asleep and getting up earlier than I think she needs to. She said she'll need more time if her hair "doesn't lay right" in the morning.
Alaska cruise 3 - Better Busy Than Bored
Saturday, July 11
I'm exhausted. As Mamaw said earlier, the people on the ship certainly don't want you to be bored.
So this morning I got up early, planning to meet a group to go on a mile walk around the ship. There was no one there when I got to the meeting place and I soon found out that it was 9 a.m., not 8 a.m., and I had missed it. My cell phone hadn't changed yet. We also missed breakfast and had to get room service, but it made for a relaxing morning.
At 10:45, we went to a presentation where a lady gave us inside tips on shopping at the ports. Most of it was about jewelry, but interesting all the same. Since we had a late breakfast, we skipped lunch and went to a Charles Stanley book signing, then to a presentation about the history of Juneau, Scagway and Ketchikan, Victoria, B.C. The presenter is Hawaiian and said there are more people on his island of Oahu than in all of Alaska -- "the last frontier." So excited to see the places in person.
Then it was time for Mamaw's birthday gift. :) A foot and ankle massage at the spa. She said it helped a lot, so yay! The masseuse is Australian and it made me miss Australia. I have a feeling this cruise will give me the same feeling as when I went there -- you think you'll get the travel bug out of your system for awhile, but it just makes you want to travel more.
After the spa, I went to the gym for awhile and Mamaw read a book in the waiting room. The treadmill I was on overlooked the ocean and it was hard to run straight when the ship rocked.
Then off to dinner with live violin music. Of course as soon as I walked over to take a video, they started playing the theme song to "Titanic." How original. ... And not the best song to play when you're in the middle of the ocean.
We also had a Bible study and heard Stan Whitmire play the piano and Greater Vision sing. We wrapped up the evening with a comedy skit. I was a little apprehensive about that part because it involved a ventriloquist, but the lady had us laughing every two seconds. Her name is Geraldine and the puppet is Ricky.
Now it's so late I don't even want to look at the clock. I'm watching Larry King Live -- a special on Michael Jackson. We have church at 8:15, so I guess I gotta get some sleep. Next stop -- Juneau!
I'm exhausted. As Mamaw said earlier, the people on the ship certainly don't want you to be bored.
So this morning I got up early, planning to meet a group to go on a mile walk around the ship. There was no one there when I got to the meeting place and I soon found out that it was 9 a.m., not 8 a.m., and I had missed it. My cell phone hadn't changed yet. We also missed breakfast and had to get room service, but it made for a relaxing morning.
At 10:45, we went to a presentation where a lady gave us inside tips on shopping at the ports. Most of it was about jewelry, but interesting all the same. Since we had a late breakfast, we skipped lunch and went to a Charles Stanley book signing, then to a presentation about the history of Juneau, Scagway and Ketchikan, Victoria, B.C. The presenter is Hawaiian and said there are more people on his island of Oahu than in all of Alaska -- "the last frontier." So excited to see the places in person.
Then it was time for Mamaw's birthday gift. :) A foot and ankle massage at the spa. She said it helped a lot, so yay! The masseuse is Australian and it made me miss Australia. I have a feeling this cruise will give me the same feeling as when I went there -- you think you'll get the travel bug out of your system for awhile, but it just makes you want to travel more.
After the spa, I went to the gym for awhile and Mamaw read a book in the waiting room. The treadmill I was on overlooked the ocean and it was hard to run straight when the ship rocked.
Then off to dinner with live violin music. Of course as soon as I walked over to take a video, they started playing the theme song to "Titanic." How original. ... And not the best song to play when you're in the middle of the ocean.
We also had a Bible study and heard Stan Whitmire play the piano and Greater Vision sing. We wrapped up the evening with a comedy skit. I was a little apprehensive about that part because it involved a ventriloquist, but the lady had us laughing every two seconds. Her name is Geraldine and the puppet is Ricky.
Now it's so late I don't even want to look at the clock. I'm watching Larry King Live -- a special on Michael Jackson. We have church at 8:15, so I guess I gotta get some sleep. Next stop -- Juneau!
Alaska cruise 2 - "I Could Get Used to This"
Friday, July 10
Mamaw: "Well this is it."
Me: "Isn't that what you said that time you were driving and you thought the truck was going to hit you?"
Mamaw: "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. ... Well this is a different kind of 'it.'"
Mamaw and I left the hotel to board the bus this morning, grins plastered on our faces like kids going to Disney World. Once to the port, it was a long process to check in -- one which included a brief health survey with a list of embarrassing questions to which anyone answering "yes" must be abnormally secure. Then it was finally time to board and even the most elaborate cruise commercials hadn't prepared me for the first view inside. Rich-colored carpets, shiny railings, grand staircases and a really tall organ in the middle of the 4th deck.
We first ate lunch in the Lido Restaurant, which has a great view of the ocean. It'll be hard not to have dessert with every meal. Then exploring on deck where we decided only a hammock would make it more perfect. "I could get used to this," Mamaw said.
When our room was ready, we crammed in our luggage and unpacked to make more space. Small but cute. We won't spend much time here anyway. By then it was time for dinner, so we made our way to the Rotterdam Dining Hall. We share a table with four other women -- a mother and daughter from New York and an aunt and niece from Oregon. We also have a window seat and watched mountains, boats and lighthouses pass by as we ate dinner. I had almond crusted salmon with zucchini and carrots.
Charles Stanley spoke at 8:15, so we listened to his sermon about developing intimate relationships -- being the friend, spouse or family member people need and really investing time and effort into the relationship.
We made another trip outside awhile ago, but it's now so foggy you can't see anything. It made me think of when Titanic hit an iceberg.
Tomorrow we're on the ship all day, but there are several things planned. Everyone here is really nice and we met a couple of ladies who live five minutes from me in Matthews. Small world. ... I still can't believe I'm on a cruise.
Mamaw: "Well this is it."
Me: "Isn't that what you said that time you were driving and you thought the truck was going to hit you?"
Mamaw: "Oh yeah, I forgot about that. ... Well this is a different kind of 'it.'"
Mamaw and I left the hotel to board the bus this morning, grins plastered on our faces like kids going to Disney World. Once to the port, it was a long process to check in -- one which included a brief health survey with a list of embarrassing questions to which anyone answering "yes" must be abnormally secure. Then it was finally time to board and even the most elaborate cruise commercials hadn't prepared me for the first view inside. Rich-colored carpets, shiny railings, grand staircases and a really tall organ in the middle of the 4th deck.
We first ate lunch in the Lido Restaurant, which has a great view of the ocean. It'll be hard not to have dessert with every meal. Then exploring on deck where we decided only a hammock would make it more perfect. "I could get used to this," Mamaw said.
When our room was ready, we crammed in our luggage and unpacked to make more space. Small but cute. We won't spend much time here anyway. By then it was time for dinner, so we made our way to the Rotterdam Dining Hall. We share a table with four other women -- a mother and daughter from New York and an aunt and niece from Oregon. We also have a window seat and watched mountains, boats and lighthouses pass by as we ate dinner. I had almond crusted salmon with zucchini and carrots.
Charles Stanley spoke at 8:15, so we listened to his sermon about developing intimate relationships -- being the friend, spouse or family member people need and really investing time and effort into the relationship.
We made another trip outside awhile ago, but it's now so foggy you can't see anything. It made me think of when Titanic hit an iceberg.
Tomorrow we're on the ship all day, but there are several things planned. Everyone here is really nice and we met a couple of ladies who live five minutes from me in Matthews. Small world. ... I still can't believe I'm on a cruise.
Alaska cruise 1 - Everything But the Pillow Mint
I got back from Alaska last Friday after a weeklong cruise with Mamaw. Here are the journal entries I wrote during our trip -- parts 1 through 8.
I'll also include some pictures later on, but for a more complete album, go to http://travel.webshots.com/album/573683590rtVkNv?vhost=travel.
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Thursday, July 9
I never pictured Mamaw in Seattle. Or even myself really -- too much rain. Yet here we are -- Mamaw dead to the world in her bed beside me and me writing this after flying across country and exploring Washington for an entire afternoon.
Her idea to take an Alaska cruise started a few months ago. She saw an ad in a monthly In Touch Charles Stanley magazine and "felt like the Lord just spoke to me."
"We should go to Alaska," I said when she told me about it. I meant it, but sort of forgot about it until she brought it up again a week or two later. After weeks of planning -- her getting a passport, me reserving plane tickets and several phone calls and forms later, we've done it. Just 19 hours before our ship departs. I'm just as excited for her as I am for myself.
When we got to our room, the only thing missing was a mint on the pillow. Poofy white covers, a flat screen TV, a basket of snacks and a view of a theatre and The Cheesecake Factory from the 10th floor.
I debated how to fit all the free snacks in my bag while rummaging through a king size Kit Kat, Hershey bar with almonds, cashews, expensive potato chips and a glass jar of Gummi Bears shaped like a Gummi Bear.
Having skipped lunch, I popped open the chips and chomped away. That's when I saw a slip of paper with the title "May we tempt you with something?" Turns out the chips were $4 and the rest of the goodies were just as ridiculously expensive. I would've left the rest and asked them to charge me $2, but I didn't think it would fly. I was also upset to see the label on an enticing liter of water -- "A charge of $5 will be billed to your room if consumed." I took my empty Dasani bottle to the bathroom sink.
Once we got settled in, I called Andy, then Papaw, to let them know we were here. It was about a 5 1/2 hour flight and we're now 3 hours behind. I handed the phone to Mamaw and Papaw said he missed her already. She told him not to get hurt while she's gone.
Then we walked about 5 blocks down to Pike's Farmers Market by the water. Lots of pretty flowers and smelly fish for sale. Then to Etta's for dinner where we both had a bowl of clam chowder. Afterwards, we took the monorail to the Space Needle. Standing underneath it, I thought how amazing it is that I traveled such a long way in such a short time today. That and Frasier.
Oh yes, and I completed the evening with a fabulous ice cream cone that was less expensive than the chips.
I'll also include some pictures later on, but for a more complete album, go to http://travel.webshots.com/album/573683590rtVkNv?vhost=travel.
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Thursday, July 9
I never pictured Mamaw in Seattle. Or even myself really -- too much rain. Yet here we are -- Mamaw dead to the world in her bed beside me and me writing this after flying across country and exploring Washington for an entire afternoon.
Her idea to take an Alaska cruise started a few months ago. She saw an ad in a monthly In Touch Charles Stanley magazine and "felt like the Lord just spoke to me."
"We should go to Alaska," I said when she told me about it. I meant it, but sort of forgot about it until she brought it up again a week or two later. After weeks of planning -- her getting a passport, me reserving plane tickets and several phone calls and forms later, we've done it. Just 19 hours before our ship departs. I'm just as excited for her as I am for myself.
When we got to our room, the only thing missing was a mint on the pillow. Poofy white covers, a flat screen TV, a basket of snacks and a view of a theatre and The Cheesecake Factory from the 10th floor.
I debated how to fit all the free snacks in my bag while rummaging through a king size Kit Kat, Hershey bar with almonds, cashews, expensive potato chips and a glass jar of Gummi Bears shaped like a Gummi Bear.
Having skipped lunch, I popped open the chips and chomped away. That's when I saw a slip of paper with the title "May we tempt you with something?" Turns out the chips were $4 and the rest of the goodies were just as ridiculously expensive. I would've left the rest and asked them to charge me $2, but I didn't think it would fly. I was also upset to see the label on an enticing liter of water -- "A charge of $5 will be billed to your room if consumed." I took my empty Dasani bottle to the bathroom sink.
Once we got settled in, I called Andy, then Papaw, to let them know we were here. It was about a 5 1/2 hour flight and we're now 3 hours behind. I handed the phone to Mamaw and Papaw said he missed her already. She told him not to get hurt while she's gone.
Then we walked about 5 blocks down to Pike's Farmers Market by the water. Lots of pretty flowers and smelly fish for sale. Then to Etta's for dinner where we both had a bowl of clam chowder. Afterwards, we took the monorail to the Space Needle. Standing underneath it, I thought how amazing it is that I traveled such a long way in such a short time today. That and Frasier.
Oh yes, and I completed the evening with a fabulous ice cream cone that was less expensive than the chips.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Country Bumpkin
After a quick Google search for the definition of "country bumpkin," it seems there is no universal agreement. Just know that for my purposes, I don't mean it as "awkward, simple rustic person" (courtesy of Free Dictionary online), but in the most polite, bless your heart way. The kind of way that makes me think of honest country living, complete with banjo songs about the three-legged dog Skip, first kisses behind the football bleachers and summer evenings sitting on the patio, drinking sweet tea.
Having said that, I think my mom is a country bumpkin. I told Pete awhile back that I think she should start a show like "Prairie Home Companion," but set in Tennessee. She always has a story to tell about something silly that happened at home or work, and the funny part is that she doesn't even mean them to be silly.
For example, we were talking probably a month ago about mosquito bites and she started telling me about how she got "eaten up" one night when she was playing outside as a kid. Her eye and lip swelled from the bites and Mamaw was so worried that she prayed over Mom and anointed her with olive oil. I laughed so hard I nearly fell over. (I remember having a similar laughing attack shortly after I met Pete and he thought I was having a nervous breakdown. That made me laugh harder.)
Then a few weeks ago, she was telling me that she had to sell tickets for a beer tasting and felt bad inside. I don't remember what it was for (maybe work, but she works for Second Harvest Foodbank, so I'm not sure where alcohol would have come in), but it reminded me of when she worked at the grocery store and said she felt the same way when she rang up alcohol. She took a sip of alcohol once when she was younger and cried about it all weekend.
Shortly after the alcohol story, I called one night and a tornado was going through their town. Mom was outside with Dad and I think Seth, watching the dark clouds move over the house. I told them they're like that one family you see on natural disaster shows who watches the storm instead of seeking shelter. Meanwhile, Emily was upstairs in the bathtub, yelling downstairs for someone to bring her toys in so they wouldn't get blown away. "Shouldn't you get her out of the bathtub?" I asked. "Yeah, I should get offa here," Mom said before proceeding to tell me how Emily is getting cranky because her permanent teeth are coming in. "I think that's partly her problem," she said. Somewhere in the conversation, she added that Seth is doing lawn care for a nearby school and mowing for a lady named Pansy.
She also started a bunco night with some friends back in the fall. I don't know if she's played recently, but she was all excited the first time because she won $7 (even though I think she lost). One of the ladies she was playing with was nervous that the cops would bust them for gambling, and Mom thought that was funny.
It would be even funnier if you could hear her accent when telling these things. (Think "iiiiice" and "britches.") Ladies and gentlemen, my comic relief, my mother. Bless her heart.
P.S. Mom - I mean all of the above in the most loving way possible. Thanks for making me laugh and for always reading my blog.
Having said that, I think my mom is a country bumpkin. I told Pete awhile back that I think she should start a show like "Prairie Home Companion," but set in Tennessee. She always has a story to tell about something silly that happened at home or work, and the funny part is that she doesn't even mean them to be silly.
For example, we were talking probably a month ago about mosquito bites and she started telling me about how she got "eaten up" one night when she was playing outside as a kid. Her eye and lip swelled from the bites and Mamaw was so worried that she prayed over Mom and anointed her with olive oil. I laughed so hard I nearly fell over. (I remember having a similar laughing attack shortly after I met Pete and he thought I was having a nervous breakdown. That made me laugh harder.)
Then a few weeks ago, she was telling me that she had to sell tickets for a beer tasting and felt bad inside. I don't remember what it was for (maybe work, but she works for Second Harvest Foodbank, so I'm not sure where alcohol would have come in), but it reminded me of when she worked at the grocery store and said she felt the same way when she rang up alcohol. She took a sip of alcohol once when she was younger and cried about it all weekend.
Shortly after the alcohol story, I called one night and a tornado was going through their town. Mom was outside with Dad and I think Seth, watching the dark clouds move over the house. I told them they're like that one family you see on natural disaster shows who watches the storm instead of seeking shelter. Meanwhile, Emily was upstairs in the bathtub, yelling downstairs for someone to bring her toys in so they wouldn't get blown away. "Shouldn't you get her out of the bathtub?" I asked. "Yeah, I should get offa here," Mom said before proceeding to tell me how Emily is getting cranky because her permanent teeth are coming in. "I think that's partly her problem," she said. Somewhere in the conversation, she added that Seth is doing lawn care for a nearby school and mowing for a lady named Pansy.
She also started a bunco night with some friends back in the fall. I don't know if she's played recently, but she was all excited the first time because she won $7 (even though I think she lost). One of the ladies she was playing with was nervous that the cops would bust them for gambling, and Mom thought that was funny.
It would be even funnier if you could hear her accent when telling these things. (Think "iiiiice" and "britches.") Ladies and gentlemen, my comic relief, my mother. Bless her heart.
P.S. Mom - I mean all of the above in the most loving way possible. Thanks for making me laugh and for always reading my blog.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Red Hat, Blue Sky
I decided two days ago that I'm going to be in the Red Hat Society when I hit 50. I might even join the Pink Hats when I'm in my 40s. I recently looked up the society online out of pure curiosity and clicked on "What do we do?" The answer? "We do exactly what we wish to do." That, combined with the pictures of road trips and massive Red Hat gatherings, sold me. They even have a Queen Mother, how fun! I wonder if I could make my own title. The only thing I'm not sure about is the purple dress with the red hat. I don't like not matching. Although that's part of the point, so I guess I can comply.
I've also made it my long-term goal to become a runner. I say long-term because with my summer class starting in less than a month, two books and a presentation to do beforehand and three classes this fall, I've decided I can't handle much more. Betsy (editor) pointed me to this great Web site where she downloaded pod casts to help her train for a 5K. It's called the Couch to 5K Running Plan.
I settled on the running goal because I went running a couple of weeks ago and was not impressed with my endurance. I think it's much easier to run on a treadmill, but I like running outside more. I'm also planning to work on the arms. :) Watch out, difficult-to-open glass jars!
I should also give an update on the wedding planning. You get the brief version because I still have to study.
So Pete and I went to Charleston several weeks ago with his parents to look at venues. We found some good stuff, but decided against a few places because of price, then went back to Charleston a few weeks ago to look at the Citadel Beach House. We didn't know about it before or we would've looked at it the first time around. I really liked it at first, but Pete was concerned about the upkeep, and the more I thought about it, it concerned me, too. Plus, we didn't feel like we were anyone's priority.
Now we're planning to go to Hilton Head when he gets back. He's in MN visiting family right now and hopefully having a wonderful time. :) There's a place there called the Sea Pines Resort and it's a little pricey, but seems really nice and I think people there would really help us with the planning, which they should for the cost. That would be great since we're not exactly close. It's about a 4 1/2 drive. So I'm crossing my fingers we'll have a date in a few weeks or so. I've almost been to the point lately where I think, "This is a lot of work, lets just pick a church and be done with it," but I'm only getting married once and I know I'd regret it. I've told Pete he can plan the honeymoon since he's not crazy about the beach. (More crossed fingers for honeymoon money, haha).
On another note, I'm starting a "favorite things" list on here. There are lots of things to get annoyed or frustrated by during the day, but that doesn't do any good, so the list is mostly to remind me of all the little things that make me happy. There's always room to remind yourself of the blessings in life. Feel free to comment and add your list!
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Uncomfortable Christianity
I can't begin to describe the comfort it gives me to be a Christian and know that there's an all-powerful, just and compassionate God who loves me and guides me, is merciful and forgiving. It's comforting to know that there's more after death than being cooped up in a casket and that I have a purpose in life until then. And I feel safe saying that I can handle anything that comes my way as long as I have my faith and a personal relationship with Christ.
But sometimes it feels like someone is rubbing sandpaper against my heart.
One of my bosses is an atheist -- a down-to-earth, patient and intelligent atheist. My co-workers and I have gotten into a few conversations about religion and I honestly think that sometimes he's searching for us to say something that will convince him there is indeed a God.
I've also been e-mailing two Chinese students through a program at school. We've gotten to know each other and every week, we have a different theological question to discuss. The guy says he believes in God, but the girl doesn't think God exists because she says she hasn't seen proof. I've definitely used what I've learned in class to answer their questions and it's a wonderful feeling to be able to explain some of the deeper parts of why I believe the way I do. We've had some great discussions about where we come from, our purpose in life, what comes after death and so on. Even if she doesn't come to Christ through my e-mails, I hope I'm at least planting a seed. And even though the guy says he believes in God, I don't know that he's necessarily a Christian. I think he probably believes in a higher power, but that that power is the one and only God whose Son died for our sins, I'm not sure.
During one of our exchanges, we watched an online video that asked people what their purpose in life is. It made me want to cry to hear people say "do well in school" or "have fun then become worm chow." Then what? It's great to do well in school, share your happiness, do good things and blah blah blah, but all that means nothing apart from God. It's even frustrating sometimes to have so much proof for His existence around us and still so many people who are blind to it.
Today, I watched another video about Heaven and Hell. Several people said they were probably going to Hell, but they weren't worried because that's where their friends will be.
Although it makes me that much more anxious to be the kind of witness I feel I should be, I get impatient. Why can't they see that it makes complete sense to have a Creator? Why can't they see that there's more to life than going clubbing and drinking themselves senseless? Why can't people see that God is loving? I've heard people say several times that when things are going well, it's because of something they've done, but when things turn sour, oh, that's God punishing them again.
A couple of days ago, I sent a message to one of my friends from high school. We were never close, but I wanted to say hi and see how she's doing. I got her message back soon after and, no joke, I'm really afraid she could be borderline suicidal. She's been through a lot and put herself through a lot. She said she's homeless right now, which probably means she's staying with friends. I'd love to offer her the guest bedroom here, but 1 - it's Hilda's house and she'd need to charge rent and 2 - I'm actually afraid to. She has a lot of issues going on from drugs and problems in school to unhealthy relationships and anger management issues, but I feel like this is the perfect time to reach out. I told her to call me if she needs me and to let me know what I can do for her. I have no idea how she'll respond. ... There's so much sadness and hurt in the world that it can be a real burden just to hear about it. I haven't yet mastered giving all my worries over to God.
Occasionally, I'll write a quote or Bible verse on my dry erase board. Right now, I have one taken from 1 Tim. 1:6, 12. "Fan into flame the gift of God. ... For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline. ... (I) am convinced that He is able to guard what I have entrusted to Him for that day."
So many people groan, roll their eyes or ignore anything that has to do with the Bible, God and Christianity. And you know what? Sometimes it's understandable. Red-faced, suspendered preachers yelling about fire and brimstone and telling girls not to wear pants don't help. People like Joel Osteen who preach the Bible but not the Gospel don't give us a good name. And televangelists who take people's money certainly leave a bad taste in the mouth. So-called Christians who support gay marriage and abortion aren't exactly setting a good example, either.
But all the people I just mentioned -- from the druggies to the cynical to the downright misinformed -- are the ones who need to hear about God the most. It's the most important thing in the world. It's urgent. Even now, I sometimes get embarrassed voicing my religious opinions in front of non-Christian friends or feel like I'm being too goody-goody, but believing in God should be the last thing I'm embarrassed about. Look at how much He's done for me and I can't stand up for that? How ashamed I should be to hang my head or keep my mouth shut.
One of my favorite verses is Luke 11:33. "No one lights a lamp and puts it in a place where it will be hidden, or under a bowl. Instead he puts it on its stand, so that those who come in may see the light."
God's Word does no good if we're selfishly keeping it to ourselves. How many lives could be changed if we left the light in plain sight?
I suppose it's better for us to be uncomfortable in situations like these. It would be a greater cause for worry if we could listen to these things and not be moved to do something about it.
But sometimes it feels like someone is rubbing sandpaper against my heart.
One of my bosses is an atheist -- a down-to-earth, patient and intelligent atheist. My co-workers and I have gotten into a few conversations about religion and I honestly think that sometimes he's searching for us to say something that will convince him there is indeed a God.
I've also been e-mailing two Chinese students through a program at school. We've gotten to know each other and every week, we have a different theological question to discuss. The guy says he believes in God, but the girl doesn't think God exists because she says she hasn't seen proof. I've definitely used what I've learned in class to answer their questions and it's a wonderful feeling to be able to explain some of the deeper parts of why I believe the way I do. We've had some great discussions about where we come from, our purpose in life, what comes after death and so on. Even if she doesn't come to Christ through my e-mails, I hope I'm at least planting a seed. And even though the guy says he believes in God, I don't know that he's necessarily a Christian. I think he probably believes in a higher power, but that that power is the one and only God whose Son died for our sins, I'm not sure.
During one of our exchanges, we watched an online video that asked people what their purpose in life is. It made me want to cry to hear people say "do well in school" or "have fun then become worm chow." Then what? It's great to do well in school, share your happiness, do good things and blah blah blah, but all that means nothing apart from God. It's even frustrating sometimes to have so much proof for His existence around us and still so many people who are blind to it.
Today, I watched another video about Heaven and Hell. Several people said they were probably going to Hell, but they weren't worried because that's where their friends will be.
Although it makes me that much more anxious to be the kind of witness I feel I should be, I get impatient. Why can't they see that it makes complete sense to have a Creator? Why can't they see that there's more to life than going clubbing and drinking themselves senseless? Why can't people see that God is loving? I've heard people say several times that when things are going well, it's because of something they've done, but when things turn sour, oh, that's God punishing them again.
A couple of days ago, I sent a message to one of my friends from high school. We were never close, but I wanted to say hi and see how she's doing. I got her message back soon after and, no joke, I'm really afraid she could be borderline suicidal. She's been through a lot and put herself through a lot. She said she's homeless right now, which probably means she's staying with friends. I'd love to offer her the guest bedroom here, but 1 - it's Hilda's house and she'd need to charge rent and 2 - I'm actually afraid to. She has a lot of issues going on from drugs and problems in school to unhealthy relationships and anger management issues, but I feel like this is the perfect time to reach out. I told her to call me if she needs me and to let me know what I can do for her. I have no idea how she'll respond. ... There's so much sadness and hurt in the world that it can be a real burden just to hear about it. I haven't yet mastered giving all my worries over to God.
Occasionally, I'll write a quote or Bible verse on my dry erase board. Right now, I have one taken from 1 Tim. 1:6, 12. "Fan into flame the gift of God. ... For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline. ... (I) am convinced that He is able to guard what I have entrusted to Him for that day."
So many people groan, roll their eyes or ignore anything that has to do with the Bible, God and Christianity. And you know what? Sometimes it's understandable. Red-faced, suspendered preachers yelling about fire and brimstone and telling girls not to wear pants don't help. People like Joel Osteen who preach the Bible but not the Gospel don't give us a good name. And televangelists who take people's money certainly leave a bad taste in the mouth. So-called Christians who support gay marriage and abortion aren't exactly setting a good example, either.
But all the people I just mentioned -- from the druggies to the cynical to the downright misinformed -- are the ones who need to hear about God the most. It's the most important thing in the world. It's urgent. Even now, I sometimes get embarrassed voicing my religious opinions in front of non-Christian friends or feel like I'm being too goody-goody, but believing in God should be the last thing I'm embarrassed about. Look at how much He's done for me and I can't stand up for that? How ashamed I should be to hang my head or keep my mouth shut.
One of my favorite verses is Luke 11:33. "No one lights a lamp and puts it in a place where it will be hidden, or under a bowl. Instead he puts it on its stand, so that those who come in may see the light."
God's Word does no good if we're selfishly keeping it to ourselves. How many lives could be changed if we left the light in plain sight?
I suppose it's better for us to be uncomfortable in situations like these. It would be a greater cause for worry if we could listen to these things and not be moved to do something about it.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Lunch Break
I've noticed a lot of pregnant ladies walking around lately. I think they're really cute until it gets to be about 7 or so months into it and then it just looks uncomfortable. It makes me never want to have kids. There should be some way you can just skip that part. I guess that's adoption.
So I had one of the best lunch breaks ever on Monday. It was REALLY nice outside ... mid 60's and sunny ... and Pete rode his motorcycle over to meet me for lunch. We went to a park close to my work and ate outside and then I got to swing! It doesn't get much better than that. That beats the break room any day.
I'm also looking forward to this weekend. His parents are meeting my parents (as Nichole would say, "the meet and greet") and then I'm tagging along with his family to the Biltmore. Charleston might also be in the weekend plans, but I'm not sure. Either way, I'm off Friday and Monday, so yay vacation days! (Well, one technically isn't since I work next Saturday, but anyway...)
Class was fun tonight, too. One of the professors led chapel and talked about his trip to the Grand Canyon last summer. He gave a bunch of evidence for the flood and had some great pictures. Then he talked to our class for another 45 minutes or so and I realized how many questions I still have about how old the earth is and where exactly the Ice Age and dinosaurs fit into the picture. There will never be enough time to read all the books I have on my list, but I suppose I can try.
So I had one of the best lunch breaks ever on Monday. It was REALLY nice outside ... mid 60's and sunny ... and Pete rode his motorcycle over to meet me for lunch. We went to a park close to my work and ate outside and then I got to swing! It doesn't get much better than that. That beats the break room any day.
I'm also looking forward to this weekend. His parents are meeting my parents (as Nichole would say, "the meet and greet") and then I'm tagging along with his family to the Biltmore. Charleston might also be in the weekend plans, but I'm not sure. Either way, I'm off Friday and Monday, so yay vacation days! (Well, one technically isn't since I work next Saturday, but anyway...)
Class was fun tonight, too. One of the professors led chapel and talked about his trip to the Grand Canyon last summer. He gave a bunch of evidence for the flood and had some great pictures. Then he talked to our class for another 45 minutes or so and I realized how many questions I still have about how old the earth is and where exactly the Ice Age and dinosaurs fit into the picture. There will never be enough time to read all the books I have on my list, but I suppose I can try.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
You Rock
Hilda gave me a bat to put under my bed yesterday. She said it's just in case anyone ever breaks in. ... Whaddya bet I forget it's down there if that happens? I think I'd be more likely to call 911, then escape through my window or something. Well maybe I could at least break the window with the bat. :)
So Pete and I went to visit my family in TN last weekend and got everyone to play Rock Band. (Minus Seth because he had a headache. ... Which I'm sure we made better by attempting to belt out "Heartbreaker" and "Say it Ain't So"). Emily decided the drums are her thing and my suspicions that I'd be a horrible singer were confirmed. But it was a lot of fun. I like when you finish a song and it says "You Rock!"
I've also noticed that Emily has formed some odd habits. Funny quote by Emily after drinking a capful of lemon juice: "Makes ya wanna pucker up like you're about to take a kiss!" (I guess she's more into receiving than giving).
I've also noticed that Emily has formed some odd habits. Funny quote by Emily after drinking a capful of lemon juice: "Makes ya wanna pucker up like you're about to take a kiss!" (I guess she's more into receiving than giving).
Sunday, we cooked out at a local park. I told Pete it was windy, but as a former Fargo resident, he laughed at me and said that was nothing. I settled for breezy. He also laughed a couple of weeks ago when schools were closed for predicted cold weather. Even Seth was out of school when there wasn't snow on the ground. For the longest time, one of my biggest fears has been hitting a deer while driving, but now I'm also afraid of driving in the snow if we move up north. Maybe I could put tennis rackets on the bottom of my shoes and walk there. Or get a sled dog. I wonder if they really respond to "mush." Hmmm...
On the bright side, I'm working on some great projects at work. One is about '80s and '90s fashion and the other one is about farming. I visited a farm today and got to sit in a ginormous combine and look inside a grain bin. I can't make stuff grow, so I doubt I'd be a good farmer, but maybe I could have some lambs or something. I'd have to sell them before they become sheep because their wool gets nappy. I told Pete I couldn't have any horned animals.
P.S. I just finished a take-home midterm about an hour ago. One down, one to go. Woo woo!
P.P.S. The exercise ball experiment isn't working. I think it's actually deflating from non-use.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Shoulda Lived in the '20s
When I lived with Sara, I routinely got sucked into garbage television that was nevertheless entertaining, if not only to make fun of it.
Since moving in with Hilda, who only has basic cable, I don't have as many possible shows to get attached to and not much time to do so if I did. At least half the time I'm in front of the tube, I'm watching my "Golden Girls" DVDs. ... But last night, I could NOT tear myself away from "The Bachelor" as ridiculous as the show is. I hadn't watched any of this season's episodes until then and was completely glued.
If you watched it, you know why, and if not, maybe I've persuaded you to look it up online. :) Either way, I advise you to not watch next season because you WILL get attached. How are such stupid, fake shows so addicting?
I should've lived in the '20s before television. ...
P.S. I just saw a commercial for Humira, an arthritis medication, and it shows X-ray slides of what can happen if you don't treat arthritis. Having four crooked fingers (although it's barely noticeable), it really scared me. What if I have premature arthritis and wake up one morning with 10 crooked fingers? Another reason to stay away from the TV.
Since moving in with Hilda, who only has basic cable, I don't have as many possible shows to get attached to and not much time to do so if I did. At least half the time I'm in front of the tube, I'm watching my "Golden Girls" DVDs. ... But last night, I could NOT tear myself away from "The Bachelor" as ridiculous as the show is. I hadn't watched any of this season's episodes until then and was completely glued.
If you watched it, you know why, and if not, maybe I've persuaded you to look it up online. :) Either way, I advise you to not watch next season because you WILL get attached. How are such stupid, fake shows so addicting?
I should've lived in the '20s before television. ...
P.S. I just saw a commercial for Humira, an arthritis medication, and it shows X-ray slides of what can happen if you don't treat arthritis. Having four crooked fingers (although it's barely noticeable), it really scared me. What if I have premature arthritis and wake up one morning with 10 crooked fingers? Another reason to stay away from the TV.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Things That Don't Make the News
We have some strange story requests in the newsroom. Occasionally, people will walk into the paper and request to speak to a reporter about a story idea. All three of us reporters have had some doozies. Within my first two weeks of working there, I had a girl come in and tell me all about her baby's daddy, how his pregnant ex-girlfriend kept taking out restraining orders on her and how the court system is full of corruption.
Jason had a lady talk to him for half an hour yesterday about how one of her relatives routinely beats up her grandson, even though the department of social services has been to the house four times and found nothing wrong.
But Billy might win the battle. A few months ago, he had a guy come in (walking in, I should add) and tell him that he was paralyzed and planned to ride his bike around town with a big banner that read how awful one of our state representatives is.
Shortly after that, he said a sweaty guy came in to talk about something going on in town. He said his sweatpants were unzipped the whole time (and didn't know sweatpants had zippers) and couldn't focus on what the guy was saying.
Then today, a lady called him with another possible story. She told him her kitchen window was dirty, so a bird didn't realize it was a window and crashed into it. She said it left "an imprint in the reflection," whatever that means, and wanted to know if we'd want to cover it as a "human interest" story. After he hung up, Billy said it was neither human nor of interest and Jason and I should be glad we didn't answer the phone.
As a sidenote, one of my friends from 5th grade just found me on Facebook. I was going through her friends to see if I recognized anyone and it seems like she's kept up with a lot of people from that school. It kind of makes me wish I had stayed there and grown up with the same people throughout middle and high school. ... But then again, I've had a pretty darn good life since then anyway. :)
Jason had a lady talk to him for half an hour yesterday about how one of her relatives routinely beats up her grandson, even though the department of social services has been to the house four times and found nothing wrong.
But Billy might win the battle. A few months ago, he had a guy come in (walking in, I should add) and tell him that he was paralyzed and planned to ride his bike around town with a big banner that read how awful one of our state representatives is.
Shortly after that, he said a sweaty guy came in to talk about something going on in town. He said his sweatpants were unzipped the whole time (and didn't know sweatpants had zippers) and couldn't focus on what the guy was saying.
Then today, a lady called him with another possible story. She told him her kitchen window was dirty, so a bird didn't realize it was a window and crashed into it. She said it left "an imprint in the reflection," whatever that means, and wanted to know if we'd want to cover it as a "human interest" story. After he hung up, Billy said it was neither human nor of interest and Jason and I should be glad we didn't answer the phone.
As a sidenote, one of my friends from 5th grade just found me on Facebook. I was going through her friends to see if I recognized anyone and it seems like she's kept up with a lot of people from that school. It kind of makes me wish I had stayed there and grown up with the same people throughout middle and high school. ... But then again, I've had a pretty darn good life since then anyway. :)
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
The Exercise Ball...and Prayer Group
I bought an exercise ball last summer. I think I’ve used it five times. A couple of months ago, I put it in my bedroom floor between my bed and bookcase so I’d see it every day and remember to use it.
But you know when you put something in a particular place as a reminder, then it becomes another part of your space so you completely forget about it? It might as well be a staple item just like my bed and bookcase.
So now I have a new plan. I wrote “EXERCISE BALL!” in big block letters on a pink post-it and stuck it right beside my alarm clock. If I run into the same problem, I’m thinking about taping it to the bathroom mirror. … Right where my face should be so there’s no way to overlook it.
In other news, I talked to Mamaw a few weeks ago and she was telling me about her prayer group. She teaches a Sunday school class and has a sort of "prayer chain" going with the church ladies. When I called, she almost didn't pick up and told me she was afraid it would be another lady wanting to talk for three hours. I found it amusing.
By the way, if you haven't noticed, this entry is quite a bit shorter than normal. Here's another thought I've had: if I make them shorter, maybe I'll be more consistent and actually update this more. Is it too late to make another New Year's resolution?
But you know when you put something in a particular place as a reminder, then it becomes another part of your space so you completely forget about it? It might as well be a staple item just like my bed and bookcase.
So now I have a new plan. I wrote “EXERCISE BALL!” in big block letters on a pink post-it and stuck it right beside my alarm clock. If I run into the same problem, I’m thinking about taping it to the bathroom mirror. … Right where my face should be so there’s no way to overlook it.
In other news, I talked to Mamaw a few weeks ago and she was telling me about her prayer group. She teaches a Sunday school class and has a sort of "prayer chain" going with the church ladies. When I called, she almost didn't pick up and told me she was afraid it would be another lady wanting to talk for three hours. I found it amusing.
By the way, if you haven't noticed, this entry is quite a bit shorter than normal. Here's another thought I've had: if I make them shorter, maybe I'll be more consistent and actually update this more. Is it too late to make another New Year's resolution?
Monday, January 12, 2009
Nike
I am the queen of many things, including quotes, lunch packing and post-its. (I've also earned the name Cleaning Fairy by a few friends who have had their dishes done when I visit). The names serve me well, but I admit I've failed as far as the last one goes. I can't tell you how many times I've written "blog" on a pink post-it or in big letters on my dry erase board, yet I log on and see that I haven't written on this thing in two and a half months.
In an effort to prove that I can, in fact, keep a blog, I am updating. ... Just do it, right? Unfortunately, I am going to miss a lot of things because even the mental notes seem to expire.
First and foremost, Pete is now a Charlotte resident and lives about 100 times closer than he did two months ago. I know he misses his friends, family and snow, but it's also nice to be within driving distance and make weekend plans. He was also incredibly blessed with a job, offered to him the same day he interviewed in November. (My professors might call that a "divine appointment.") He's now a site manager for a law firm in Charlotte and lives less than half an hour from me.
On the homefront, Hilda is still job searching, so prayers are appreciated. There's part of me that thinks, "OK, you could have a job by now, even if it's not something you really want," but then I feel bad because I'm not the one in that situation. Either way, I couldn't ask for a better, more gracious roommate. I've had some doozies.
This past weekend, Pete and I went to TN to surprise Dad for his birthday. Mission accomplished; he was surprised indeed. We also went on a family bowling excursion and I was way out of practice. How embarrassing. Even Emily beat me, although she used the bumpers. ... I also got to watch her draw while I was home. She tried to draw my portrait when I was in for Christmas and made my eyes really far apart. She writes me and Pete about five notes every time we're in; they all say "to tif and pete, from emily," usually followed by three or four "I love you's" and some Hello Kitty stickers.
Mom recently got a job with Americorp and likes it a lot better than Food City. I'm happy for her, although I will miss the Food City stories about croissants falling off the buggy and busting open.
Seth is also doing well and just got his first vehicle passed down from my aunt an uncle - a Grand Cherokee. He did something to the muffler or something to make it louder and more macho. Mom doesn't like it. I told him it will make it difficult to sneak in if he misses curfew.
In other news, I found out Friday that I'm getting a scholarship to pay for one of my classes! It'll save me about $900, which is a huge load off; I'm soooooo happy. I start back to school next Tuesday.
Well, that is the really, really abridged version, but I will try my darndest to write on here more often. I miss doing it.
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