Alright, here it is. The showcase for the first wedding I've photographed (many of these are Mom's too, teamwork is a wonderful thing). I am very pleased with how this turned out, it was a perfect day for them.
NOTE: I have been fully immersed in the sweet sappiness of wedding music and photos far too long. Now that I'm basically done I need a strong dose of tackle football or something equally rough and bloody. Who's in?
Also, my website is up. I have some adjustments to make, but you can view it now. www.happinesscaptured.com
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Recipe: Crescent Turkey Casserole
I am not known for my cooking, so this is worth sharing. I took it to Youth Group and they inhaled it. A couple of people have been aggressively asking for the recipe.
I am on Cloud 9! :-)
(a Taste of Home recipe)
Crescent Turkey Casserole
Ingredients:
In a large saucepan, combine the mayo, flour, bouillon and pepper. Gradually add milk; stir until smooth. Bring to a boil over medium heat; cook and stir for 2 minutes or until thickened. Add turkey & vegetables; cook 3-4 minutes longer, stirring occasionally. Spoon into a greased 9x13 pan.
Unroll crescent dough and separate into two rectangles. Seal seams and perforations. Place over turkey mixture. Bake at 375 for 15-20 minutes or until golden brown.
(Note: I used smoked turkey and it was delicious. Also, my mayonnaise separated when cooking, so I skimmed off the orange oil that wouldn't mix in.)
I can cook. I can cook. I can cook. I can cook. I can cook. I can cook. I can cook. They say if you tell yourself something enough you start to believe it, and that's probably half the battle. I can cook. I can cook. I can cook....
I am on Cloud 9! :-)
(a Taste of Home recipe)
Crescent Turkey Casserole
Ingredients:
- 1 cup Mayonnaise
- 4 Tbs. Flour
- 1 Chicken Bouillon Cube
- 1/4 tsp. Pepper
- 1 1/2 Cup Milk
- Approx. 3 cups cubed cooked Turkey
- 1 Pkg. frozen Mixed Veggies, thawed (I just used fresh cauliflower & celery)
- 1 Tube refrigerated Crescent Rolls
In a large saucepan, combine the mayo, flour, bouillon and pepper. Gradually add milk; stir until smooth. Bring to a boil over medium heat; cook and stir for 2 minutes or until thickened. Add turkey & vegetables; cook 3-4 minutes longer, stirring occasionally. Spoon into a greased 9x13 pan.
Unroll crescent dough and separate into two rectangles. Seal seams and perforations. Place over turkey mixture. Bake at 375 for 15-20 minutes or until golden brown.
(Note: I used smoked turkey and it was delicious. Also, my mayonnaise separated when cooking, so I skimmed off the orange oil that wouldn't mix in.)
I can cook. I can cook. I can cook. I can cook. I can cook. I can cook. I can cook. They say if you tell yourself something enough you start to believe it, and that's probably half the battle. I can cook. I can cook. I can cook....
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
It strikes again.
The stinkin' girly-ness.
Last week, at Cubbies on Tuesday night, I was reading the little sweet peas a story. We do that every week, its nothing unusual. I've got story time for all of December. Usually they squirm and stir and interject with random thoughts they have.
But last week, as I was reading the story, I was absolutely overwhelmed. It was all I could do not to break down in tears in front of all 15 of those sweet little faces. This has never happened before. I really, really struggled to pull myself together. The story was one I've read them before, about a little boy who finds a stray puppy, and the puppy ends up saving the family's life in a fire. I think I just got too in-to-it... too much emotion and inflection into the reading. Its funny, the kids didn't fidget at all, and they all looked slightly starry eyed when I was done. One imploringly asked if we could read it again tomorrow.
We had a lot going on the last two weeks - I chalk it up to that.
But this week. Pff. There's no excuse. Tonight, I was reading them a story about a little girl who selflessly gave her favorite doll to an orphan. About halfway through, I had to start choking back the tears. "What on earth is wrong with me?" I wondered. As I was telling Kristy about this later, I realized what happened tonight. I was reading a story about a missionary family that was ministering in an orphanage. I was to be in Moldova loving little sweet peas in an orphanage this week. I thought I was over it, but apparently I'm not. Its okay and God knows best, I can love little sweet peas here just as thoroughly. An interesting tidbit about His timing... a few days ago we were to have a 7 hour layover in Rome (enough time to traipse about), and that very day the news headlines were fraught with news of riots and unrest in Rome. God is good and the ultimate protector.
Last week, at Cubbies on Tuesday night, I was reading the little sweet peas a story. We do that every week, its nothing unusual. I've got story time for all of December. Usually they squirm and stir and interject with random thoughts they have.
But last week, as I was reading the story, I was absolutely overwhelmed. It was all I could do not to break down in tears in front of all 15 of those sweet little faces. This has never happened before. I really, really struggled to pull myself together. The story was one I've read them before, about a little boy who finds a stray puppy, and the puppy ends up saving the family's life in a fire. I think I just got too in-to-it... too much emotion and inflection into the reading. Its funny, the kids didn't fidget at all, and they all looked slightly starry eyed when I was done. One imploringly asked if we could read it again tomorrow.
We had a lot going on the last two weeks - I chalk it up to that.
But this week. Pff. There's no excuse. Tonight, I was reading them a story about a little girl who selflessly gave her favorite doll to an orphan. About halfway through, I had to start choking back the tears. "What on earth is wrong with me?" I wondered. As I was telling Kristy about this later, I realized what happened tonight. I was reading a story about a missionary family that was ministering in an orphanage. I was to be in Moldova loving little sweet peas in an orphanage this week. I thought I was over it, but apparently I'm not. Its okay and God knows best, I can love little sweet peas here just as thoroughly. An interesting tidbit about His timing... a few days ago we were to have a 7 hour layover in Rome (enough time to traipse about), and that very day the news headlines were fraught with news of riots and unrest in Rome. God is good and the ultimate protector.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Swatch
I have a list this week.
1. Finish "The Dress." Check out this fabric swatch! Isn't is gorgeous? (bad light, but you get the idea)
I have been working on this poor dress for a few years. It started as this weird period costume (what was I thinking?) with a massive skirt a few years ago, but I became afraid of it. Afraid A: because where on earth would I wear it? and B: because I made it too small I think. So, after a year or so of walking by it and pretending not to see it, I decided to start over. There was enough fabric in the skirt alone to cut out an entirely different dress. I got pretty far on it, but then got to a point where I would have to ask Kristy for help. Thus it has sat for several months. Unfortunately I'm independent.
It's going to be way classy. I've already overused all of my expressive words today, so I have to leave it at that.
2. The wedding pictures. This is so hard because I want to do a good job of selecting and presenting them. Could I just say "here" and give them a disk with all the original photos? Absolutely not. Unfortunately I'm a perfectionist.
3. My business website. Unfortunately I'm a perfectionist. I've had the site all but done 3 times now, only to decide I can't stand it ... leading to a fresh start.
1. Finish "The Dress." Check out this fabric swatch! Isn't is gorgeous? (bad light, but you get the idea)
It's going to be way classy. I've already overused all of my expressive words today, so I have to leave it at that.
2. The wedding pictures. This is so hard because I want to do a good job of selecting and presenting them. Could I just say "here" and give them a disk with all the original photos? Absolutely not. Unfortunately I'm a perfectionist.
3. My business website. Unfortunately I'm a perfectionist. I've had the site all but done 3 times now, only to decide I can't stand it ... leading to a fresh start.
Monday, December 13, 2010
wedding jitters
I have avoided looking at the wedding photos from Saturday for two days.
I looked tonight.
All I can say is... I so very much wish I knew how to do a cartwheel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Yahoo! Cowabunga! Yipee! Hooray!" I wish I had a canyon to squeal into!
Happy clappin'.
Happy dancin'.
Happy gaspin'.
It will be a bit before I share any, its only fair that the bride and groom see them first, and they're... well... not here right now.
If you are afraid to try something that's too big, I encourage you to take the plunge. It is so worth it. God can help you. His strength is made perfect in weakness.
I looked tonight.
All I can say is... I so very much wish I knew how to do a cartwheel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Yahoo! Cowabunga! Yipee! Hooray!" I wish I had a canyon to squeal into!
Happy clappin'.
Happy dancin'.
Happy gaspin'.
It will be a bit before I share any, its only fair that the bride and groom see them first, and they're... well... not here right now.
If you are afraid to try something that's too big, I encourage you to take the plunge. It is so worth it. God can help you. His strength is made perfect in weakness.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Dan & Renee family
Another family photo shoot, album linked here.
(fun fact: I went to kindergarten with Dan... and now I teach his little girl in Cubbies. That's insane. When did we get this old?)
This was extremely hard. I had no idea what its like trying to take family photos with 3 young children that have the attention span of a gnat and the cooperation of a mule. (I am NOT speaking ill of this family, I think its probably something that cameras bring out in most normal kids)
* Settings? My camera has different settings? I forgot.
* Make sure you can see Baby's face? I forgot.
* That cool "circle" formation I wanted to try in posing? I forgot.
* White balance? I forgot.
* Focus on purpose? I forgot.
* Group tight? I forgot.
Oh well. Got some pretty good ones anyway. I have a secret trick, but I'll never tell.
(fun fact: I went to kindergarten with Dan... and now I teach his little girl in Cubbies. That's insane. When did we get this old?)
This was extremely hard. I had no idea what its like trying to take family photos with 3 young children that have the attention span of a gnat and the cooperation of a mule. (I am NOT speaking ill of this family, I think its probably something that cameras bring out in most normal kids)
* Settings? My camera has different settings? I forgot.
* Make sure you can see Baby's face? I forgot.
* That cool "circle" formation I wanted to try in posing? I forgot.
* White balance? I forgot.
* Focus on purpose? I forgot.
* Group tight? I forgot.
Oh well. Got some pretty good ones anyway. I have a secret trick, but I'll never tell.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
the shot
Once in awhile, I take a picture that stuns me. It was an accident. I didn't know it happened. I didn't set it up. I didn't adjust my settings to capture it. I didn't pose anyone.
It just is. Amazing.
(click to view high quality)
I'll post more pictures of this family in the morning.
I am lovin' this place I'm at in life.
{insert huge grin that won't fit on this page}
woWEE!
It just is. Amazing.
(click to view high quality)
I'll post more pictures of this family in the morning.
I am lovin' this place I'm at in life.
{insert huge grin that won't fit on this page}
woWEE!
Photoshop tip
Some of you may use Photoshop. I do every day in the design world.
I got this tip from Photoshop User TV a few years ago, and everytime I use it I want to run out and find the person that created it and hug them - thankfully I can't because they would probably find that to be creepy.
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When using a brush / eraser / etc.
use the { or } keys
to make the brush larger or smaller.
(This probably works the same in Photoshop Elements too)
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There you have it.
It's the simple things. :-)
I got this tip from Photoshop User TV a few years ago, and everytime I use it I want to run out and find the person that created it and hug them - thankfully I can't because they would probably find that to be creepy.
........................................
When using a brush / eraser / etc.
use the { or } keys
to make the brush larger or smaller.
(This probably works the same in Photoshop Elements too)
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There you have it.
It's the simple things. :-)
Monday, December 6, 2010
Her laugh.
Meet Kristine. My sister-in-law.
I'm so glad Clayton found her. I'm glad she's his wife. I'm glad God brought their hearts together.
BUT... I am also glad that she's MY sister-in-law. Kristy and I have found an additional best friend in Kristine. How many best friends can you have? Apparently more than one. There's Dana, and Kristy, and Kristine, and Jayme ... hopefully someday Mr. Right. So I guess at least 5. You see who your best friends truly are only after the friendship has been tried in the furnace. These friends have come through like gold.
Kristine. She's got that laugh that makes a whole room full of people take notice. I can't describe it. I hear it in my dreams occasionally, it just bubbles up from deep down inside of her. I do the stupidest things to make her laugh. I tell on myself, the most embarrassing stories, to make her laugh. I once painted my face completely black to surprise her and make her laugh at 4:30 in the morning. It took me three days to get that black paint out of my pores. Acne flare-up? Uh, yeah. Was it worth it? Totally.
She laughs at my inability to take compliments.
She laughs when I button my super amazing cute classy coat crooked at church.
She laughs when I say I'm upset with someone.
She laughs when I say I've told someone where the rubber meets the road. She thinks I couldn't tell off a fly.
Friday night at youth group, I was sitting visiting with someone and we just stopped talking and sat there listening to Kristine laugh. It was beautiful. I love how happy Jesus Christ makes people. Brandon said it best, while most of their team was standing in "Jail" during dodge ball... "Kristine's laugh is like the ultimate moral booster."
You need to hear it if you haven't.
It is music to my ears.
I'm so glad Clayton found her. I'm glad she's his wife. I'm glad God brought their hearts together.
BUT... I am also glad that she's MY sister-in-law. Kristy and I have found an additional best friend in Kristine. How many best friends can you have? Apparently more than one. There's Dana, and Kristy, and Kristine, and Jayme ... hopefully someday Mr. Right. So I guess at least 5. You see who your best friends truly are only after the friendship has been tried in the furnace. These friends have come through like gold.
Kristine. She's got that laugh that makes a whole room full of people take notice. I can't describe it. I hear it in my dreams occasionally, it just bubbles up from deep down inside of her. I do the stupidest things to make her laugh. I tell on myself, the most embarrassing stories, to make her laugh. I once painted my face completely black to surprise her and make her laugh at 4:30 in the morning. It took me three days to get that black paint out of my pores. Acne flare-up? Uh, yeah. Was it worth it? Totally.
She laughs at my inability to take compliments.
She laughs when I button my super amazing cute classy coat crooked at church.
She laughs when I say I'm upset with someone.
She laughs when I say I've told someone where the rubber meets the road. She thinks I couldn't tell off a fly.
Friday night at youth group, I was sitting visiting with someone and we just stopped talking and sat there listening to Kristine laugh. It was beautiful. I love how happy Jesus Christ makes people. Brandon said it best, while most of their team was standing in "Jail" during dodge ball... "Kristine's laugh is like the ultimate moral booster."
You need to hear it if you haven't.
It is music to my ears.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
on good ground: DOOR
Two posts in one day, wow, you'd think I would have more important things to do with my time.
This is too good, I had to share. Maybe it won't mean anything to you, but God gave it to me today, similar to Dana's 4 leaf 'promise' clover recently.
As I was cleaning out my home office, I found a whole notebook full of sermon notes from the Bible Conference 2007. This message from Pastor Doug Fisher jumped off the page and smacked me in the face, I was blessed. Again, sorry for the disconnected notes, I get so engrossed during church sometimes I forget to take good notes. Kristy and I really enjoy Pastor Fisher's messages, they run very deep and get right to your heart.
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"DOOR"
Duet. 29:2 And Moses called unto all Israel, and said unto them, Ye have seen all that the LORD did before your eyes in the land of Egypt unto Pharaoh, and unto all his servants, and unto all his land;
Deu 29:3 The great temptations which thine eyes have seen, the signs, and those great miracles:
Deu 29:4 Yet the LORD hath not given you an heart to perceive, and eyes to see, and ears to hear, unto this day.
Acts 14:27 And when they were come, and had gathered the church together, they rehearsed all that God had done with them, and how he had opened the door of faith unto the Gentiles.
Acts 10:10- (Peter and the sheet of animals let down from heaven)
About Doors:
Doors that didn't look like doors in the Bible:
Ask God for a heart to perceive what's going on in your life.
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I needed this, I'm so glad God hid it in one of my junk piles for me to find today.
This is too good, I had to share. Maybe it won't mean anything to you, but God gave it to me today, similar to Dana's 4 leaf 'promise' clover recently.
As I was cleaning out my home office, I found a whole notebook full of sermon notes from the Bible Conference 2007. This message from Pastor Doug Fisher jumped off the page and smacked me in the face, I was blessed. Again, sorry for the disconnected notes, I get so engrossed during church sometimes I forget to take good notes. Kristy and I really enjoy Pastor Fisher's messages, they run very deep and get right to your heart.
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"DOOR"
Duet. 29:2 And Moses called unto all Israel, and said unto them, Ye have seen all that the LORD did before your eyes in the land of Egypt unto Pharaoh, and unto all his servants, and unto all his land;
Deu 29:3 The great temptations which thine eyes have seen, the signs, and those great miracles:
Deu 29:4 Yet the LORD hath not given you an heart to perceive, and eyes to see, and ears to hear, unto this day.
Acts 14:27 And when they were come, and had gathered the church together, they rehearsed all that God had done with them, and how he had opened the door of faith unto the Gentiles.
Acts 10:10- (Peter and the sheet of animals let down from heaven)
About Doors:
- The big doors get more people involved.
- You won't understand right away.
- Don't marry a guy that has it all figured out. That puts a lid on your goals.
- Doubt is okay.
Doors that didn't look like doors in the Bible:
- Saul looking for lost donkeys, it led to the throne
- Joseph in the pit, saved a nation from starvation
- David taking food to his brothers, ended up killing a giant, hailed a hero
Ask God for a heart to perceive what's going on in your life.
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I needed this, I'm so glad God hid it in one of my junk piles for me to find today.
goodbye 18
I cleaned out my closet.
You know how you open a new chapter in life sometimes, and you feel the need to clean out a very old one?
Yep. I had to let go of the exciting year of 18. That was a different life than the one I'm living now. I was on top of the world and had the confidence of a queen. I was one of five state 4-H officers, which in my limited scope of reality meant I had arrived. I was a mentor, and a teacher, a motivational speaker, and a leader of teens statewide. I was popular and pretty, assertive and bubbly, concieted and proud. And God was nowhere to be found on my list of priorities. Thankfully He sought me out a short time later.
Anyways, if I could go back to 18 & smack myself upside the head for some of the clothes I wore, I'd do it.
I kept a few formals after I wore them around the house for a bit. I hope I never get too old to like playing dress up. Nope, I'm keeping them. I'll find a reason to wear them for real again. The inaguaral ball for instance.
Kristy laughed at me. But I don't care. Its fun to feel young and pretty, even if its just for a minute in your own house.
Goodbye 18, hello 25.
You know how you open a new chapter in life sometimes, and you feel the need to clean out a very old one?
Yep. I had to let go of the exciting year of 18. That was a different life than the one I'm living now. I was on top of the world and had the confidence of a queen. I was one of five state 4-H officers, which in my limited scope of reality meant I had arrived. I was a mentor, and a teacher, a motivational speaker, and a leader of teens statewide. I was popular and pretty, assertive and bubbly, concieted and proud. And God was nowhere to be found on my list of priorities. Thankfully He sought me out a short time later.
Anyways, if I could go back to 18 & smack myself upside the head for some of the clothes I wore, I'd do it.
- Goodbye shorty shorts from the dark depths of my bottom drawer.
- Goodbye big sweater with a cat's face on it (I don't like cats, but it was a gift from childhood so it took a long time to let go)
- Goodbye dark pinstriped power suits with big ol' shoulder pads and short skirts
- Goodbye sassy slogan shirts (most)
- Goodbye too-short summer dresses
- Goodbye... no wait. Stay a little longer REALLY CUTE SHOES
- Goodbye beautiful sparkly blue formal dress with scratchy poofy lining. I was a princess with your help. (however, I would NOT want my daughters playing dress-up in you. Modest you were not)
- Goodbye excessive copies of the basic dark blue shirt, because I have wayyyyyy too many.
I kept a few formals after I wore them around the house for a bit. I hope I never get too old to like playing dress up. Nope, I'm keeping them. I'll find a reason to wear them for real again. The inaguaral ball for instance.
Kristy laughed at me. But I don't care. Its fun to feel young and pretty, even if its just for a minute in your own house.
Goodbye 18, hello 25.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
catching up
A. Moldova missions trip has been postponed due to a scheduling conflict. I was bitterly dissapointed for a short time, but I know God has a reason. I quickly made it through my explanation in Preacher's office, no tears. Phew! ....until.... he kindly and gently started asking questions. Then the tears came unstoppable and my pinched lips started trembling. I think it was his kindness that opened the floodgates. Argh. Stinkin' girly-ness. I tried so hard not to cry. Life goes on, and I am going to try again this summer, Lord willing.
B. I can't get my hands warm. Seriously. Worse than usual. I wear gloves, still cold. I hold hot mugs of tea, still cold. I try to hold them close to myself, but they're so cold I can't bear to touch any part of me with them. Does anyone have an idea for warming my hands up? Vitamins, special diet, roller skating backwards? Anything? Please?! What is the secret of the warm people?
C. I am still looking for the right job. I'm not worried, but it is difficult for me to not have my life all lined out. God has me in a holding pattern for some reason. He's giving me lots of assorted work in the meantime.
D. This Thanksgiving was the BEST ever!!!!!!! We had a special guest this year with unusual circumstances. She loved it. My family is like therapy for people. Maybe I'll post pictures later.
E. I've read a few really good books recently. I'll tell you more soon.
F. I'm taking wedding photos next weekend. Yikes. That's scary stuff. It's not like you can re-enact a "moment." Oh! You wanted a picture of your first kiss? Humph! It woulda been nice if you had told me that in the first place. Yeah, this is the stuff that my dreams are made of.
G. 2011. Its gonna be a good year. I don't know what it will hold, but I know it will be good. Because God is good and He has a plan. BRING IT ON.
:-)
B. I can't get my hands warm. Seriously. Worse than usual. I wear gloves, still cold. I hold hot mugs of tea, still cold. I try to hold them close to myself, but they're so cold I can't bear to touch any part of me with them. Does anyone have an idea for warming my hands up? Vitamins, special diet, roller skating backwards? Anything? Please?! What is the secret of the warm people?
C. I am still looking for the right job. I'm not worried, but it is difficult for me to not have my life all lined out. God has me in a holding pattern for some reason. He's giving me lots of assorted work in the meantime.
D. This Thanksgiving was the BEST ever!!!!!!! We had a special guest this year with unusual circumstances. She loved it. My family is like therapy for people. Maybe I'll post pictures later.
E. I've read a few really good books recently. I'll tell you more soon.
F. I'm taking wedding photos next weekend. Yikes. That's scary stuff. It's not like you can re-enact a "moment." Oh! You wanted a picture of your first kiss? Humph! It woulda been nice if you had told me that in the first place. Yeah, this is the stuff that my dreams are made of.
G. 2011. Its gonna be a good year. I don't know what it will hold, but I know it will be good. Because God is good and He has a plan. BRING IT ON.
:-)
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Clayton's family
Some of Clayton's photos are up. Click HERE to view them.
I'm trying to pick just the top 10ish of these shoots so I have fewer to retouch and so you don't get bored.
I like them.
I'm trying to pick just the top 10ish of these shoots so I have fewer to retouch and so you don't get bored.
I like them.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
The greatest blessing of all
Four years ago today, November 25, 2006, I asked Jesus Christ to save me.
I can never be thankful enough for what He did for me on the cross of Calvary.
There's so much to be thankful for, especially this year, that my faucet has been leaky all week.
I can't begin to tell you what God has done in our lives in the last 12 months.
I am thankful for the storms of life, and the dissapointments, and the closed doors.
I am thankful for the growth God has given.
I am thankful for a faithful few friends that have boldy and courageously stood in the gap this year.
I am thankful for my Pastor and his dear family.
I am thankful for my family, immediate and extended.
I am thankful for what and whom lies ahead.
Thank you Lord for saving my soul.
I can never be thankful enough for what He did for me on the cross of Calvary.
There's so much to be thankful for, especially this year, that my faucet has been leaky all week.
I can't begin to tell you what God has done in our lives in the last 12 months.
I am thankful for the storms of life, and the dissapointments, and the closed doors.
I am thankful for the growth God has given.
I am thankful for a faithful few friends that have boldy and courageously stood in the gap this year.
I am thankful for my Pastor and his dear family.
I am thankful for my family, immediate and extended.
I am thankful for what and whom lies ahead.
Thank you Lord for saving my soul.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Brrrrr!
It is currently -5 daytime with a RED FLASHING BLIZZARD WARNING.
When one's sphere gets this cold, it is good to have a check-list.
The cold weather kills sickness for people and the cattle, elk, moose, etc.
The cold weather kills the bad bugs in the pine trees.
The cold weather makes us thankful for the warm weather.
The cold weather keeps us home more, which is definitely not a bad thing.
When one's sphere gets this cold, it is good to have a check-list.
- Warm hat, bulky coat, gloves, 27 layers and 3 sets of socks. Check. (this is not the time to dress hip)
- Car plugged in at night. Check.
- Start your car every few hours. Check.
- Flashlights. Need to check.
- Write a last will & testament. Check.
- Toilet paper. Check. (this should always be on the list)
- Lots of hot chocolate and soup stocked. Check.
- Leave your kitchen & bathroom faucets trickling. Check.
- Leave cupboard doors near pipes open. Check.
- Make sure light is on in the well. Check.
- Find someone warm and cling to them. Check. (Thank you Lord for Kristy, the Walking Furnace)
- Refrain from licking metal objects. Bummer.
- Find a sledding hill and round up your buddies for a snow day! Sounds crazy, but you know it would be awesome.
The cold weather kills sickness for people and the cattle, elk, moose, etc.
The cold weather kills the bad bugs in the pine trees.
The cold weather makes us thankful for the warm weather.
The cold weather keeps us home more, which is definitely not a bad thing.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Led
As a young man who recently had been graduated from Brown University and Newton Theological Institution, I was supplying for a couple of Sundays the pulpit of the First Baptist Church in Philadelphia [Pennsylvania]. At the mid-week service, on the 26th of March, 1862, I set out to give the people an exposition of the Twenty-third Psalm, which I had given before on three or four occasions, but this time I did not get further than the words “He Leadeth Me.” Those words took hold of me as they had never done before, and I saw them in a significance and wondrous beauty of which I had never dreamed.
It was the darkest hour of the Civil War. I did not refer to that fact—that is, I don’t think I did—but it may subconsciously have led me to realize that God’s leadership is the one significant fact in human experience, that it makes no difference how we are led, or whither we are led, so long as we are sure God is leading us....
Joseph H. Gilmore, 1862
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He leadeth me, O blessèd thought!
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
Refrain:
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, over troubled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me.
Refrain
Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.
Refrain
And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.
Refrain
It was the darkest hour of the Civil War. I did not refer to that fact—that is, I don’t think I did—but it may subconsciously have led me to realize that God’s leadership is the one significant fact in human experience, that it makes no difference how we are led, or whither we are led, so long as we are sure God is leading us....
Joseph H. Gilmore, 1862
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He leadeth me, O blessèd thought!
O words with heav’nly comfort fraught!
Whate’er I do, where’er I be
Still ’tis God’s hand that leadeth me.
Refrain:
He leadeth me, He leadeth me,
By His own hand He leadeth me;
His faithful follower I would be,
For by His hand He leadeth me.
Sometimes mid scenes of deepest gloom,
Sometimes where Eden’s bowers bloom,
By waters still, over troubled sea,
Still ’tis His hand that leadeth me.
Refrain
Lord, I would place my hand in Thine,
Nor ever murmur nor repine;
Content, whatever lot I see,
Since ’tis my God that leadeth me.
Refrain
And when my task on earth is done,
When by Thy grace the vict’ry’s won,
E’en death’s cold wave I will not flee,
Since God through Jordan leadeth me.
Refrain
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Steph & Jaron (& Timothy)
Yay! (its only a minute long, I promise)
I love my camera. And my friends / guinea pigs.
We had another very fun photo shoot. Steph has become a very good friend of mine this year, you would all like her. She is going to be the coolest Mom too.
I can't wait to retouch some of these pictures, but I just don't have the time these days. Here's a preview though, not bad straight out of the camera!
Did I mention I love my camera?
Did I mention I love taking pictures?
Did I mention I love everyday life?
Thanks Agent Q (Stephanie)!
You are inspiring. High five.
I love my camera. And my friends / guinea pigs.
We had another very fun photo shoot. Steph has become a very good friend of mine this year, you would all like her. She is going to be the coolest Mom too.
I can't wait to retouch some of these pictures, but I just don't have the time these days. Here's a preview though, not bad straight out of the camera!
Did I mention I love my camera?
Did I mention I love taking pictures?
Did I mention I love everyday life?
Thanks Agent Q (Stephanie)!
You are inspiring. High five.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Foreign Film
Our little brothers Ryan and Brandon in their foreign film debut. (about 2 years ago)
These two. What can I say? When they get together they make us laugh so hard we cry sometimes. And... Ryan and his girl are coming home for Thanksgiving. Woohoo! Laughs ahead.
P.S. Sorry its so small! Bummer.
P.S. #2: Brandon, no more complaining about not being featured. This IS your moment.
These two. What can I say? When they get together they make us laugh so hard we cry sometimes. And... Ryan and his girl are coming home for Thanksgiving. Woohoo! Laughs ahead.
P.S. Sorry its so small! Bummer.
P.S. #2: Brandon, no more complaining about not being featured. This IS your moment.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Age Progression: 20 years
I finally got Mom's picture frames updated.
I found these old photos in the back of the frames she gave me. WAY FUN.
Its so cool to see how our basic facial features haven't changed.
And those AWESOME freckles we all had. {{{{{{{{{Sigh.}}}}}}}} I do miss those. Kristy still has most of hers.
I found these old photos in the back of the frames she gave me. WAY FUN.
Its so cool to see how our basic facial features haven't changed.
And those AWESOME freckles we all had. {{{{{{{{{Sigh.}}}}}}}} I do miss those. Kristy still has most of hers.
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| Clayton: 8 to 28 |
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| Kristy: 7 to 27 |
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| Anna: 5 to 25 |
Sunday, November 7, 2010
If only I could
Five Siblings + Classical Piano = Inspiring
I've started playing more piano again lately, and though I probably will never get even 1/8th this good, I think I get just as much enjoyment out of playing as they do.
Kitty and I hope each of us will have a piano in Heaven, as well as the talent to go with it.
I've started playing more piano again lately, and though I probably will never get even 1/8th this good, I think I get just as much enjoyment out of playing as they do.
Kitty and I hope each of us will have a piano in Heaven, as well as the talent to go with it.
Friday, November 5, 2010
how to: not get the girl (in 12 easy steps)
Step 1.
You spot a girl you dig in the produce isle.
Step 2.
Make small talk. a.k.a. personal questions.
Step 3.
She deflects your personal questions by gushing about how sweet your mother is. She says "Do you know how terrific your mom is? I hope you tell her so once in a while. She is a gem." (the woman really is)
Step 4.
You say "All I know is she better have dinner on the table when I get home." (Teachable moment Bud. We girls know that how you treat your mom is how you'll treat us. Just FYI.)
Step 5.
Girl tries not to snort in disgust.
Step 6.
You press on blissfully unaware of the fire sparking in Girl's eyes. "That is... unless I could get your phone number and take YOU to dinner instead."
Step 7.
Girl thinks (Ohhhh please please please! Pick me to have dinner ready on your table for the rest of my thankless days.**) but says "Well, why don't you come to our youth group tonight? Lots and lots of food there."
Step 8.
You back peddle... "Couldn't do that. I'm pretty tired, you know a man works hard all day."
Step 9.
Girl: Ahuh. But you had lots of energy for dinner. K. "Gotta go."
Step 10.
Try again 4 days later. Stop at Girl's office and suggest you can take Girl to dinner and start some small town rumors if she will give you her number.
Step 11.
Girl's co-worker tries not to snort.
Step 12.
Girl says: "Oh wow, tempting. Let me think about that..... NO."
FAIL.
Rethink your approach before you seek out the next one. A girl wants a guy who A: treats his Mama well, and B: will get a black eye defending her honor, not offer to soil her reputation.
**On the flip side: It would be a delightful priviledge to set dinner on the table for a guy who would admit to someone in a store that "Terrific? Yes I think so too. I love going home to her dinners even though she occasionaly burns the toast."
You spot a girl you dig in the produce isle.
Step 2.
Make small talk. a.k.a. personal questions.
Step 3.
She deflects your personal questions by gushing about how sweet your mother is. She says "Do you know how terrific your mom is? I hope you tell her so once in a while. She is a gem." (the woman really is)
Step 4.
You say "All I know is she better have dinner on the table when I get home." (Teachable moment Bud. We girls know that how you treat your mom is how you'll treat us. Just FYI.)
Step 5.
Girl tries not to snort in disgust.
Step 6.
You press on blissfully unaware of the fire sparking in Girl's eyes. "That is... unless I could get your phone number and take YOU to dinner instead."
Step 7.
Girl thinks (Ohhhh please please please! Pick me to have dinner ready on your table for the rest of my thankless days.**) but says "Well, why don't you come to our youth group tonight? Lots and lots of food there."
Step 8.
You back peddle... "Couldn't do that. I'm pretty tired, you know a man works hard all day."
Step 9.
Girl: Ahuh. But you had lots of energy for dinner. K. "Gotta go."
Step 10.
Try again 4 days later. Stop at Girl's office and suggest you can take Girl to dinner and start some small town rumors if she will give you her number.
Step 11.
Girl's co-worker tries not to snort.
Step 12.
Girl says: "Oh wow, tempting. Let me think about that..... NO."
FAIL.
Rethink your approach before you seek out the next one. A girl wants a guy who A: treats his Mama well, and B: will get a black eye defending her honor, not offer to soil her reputation.
**On the flip side: It would be a delightful priviledge to set dinner on the table for a guy who would admit to someone in a store that "Terrific? Yes I think so too. I love going home to her dinners even though she occasionaly burns the toast."
Thursday, November 4, 2010
territorial
1:00 in the afternoon.
My house.
Sofa chair in the living room.
I discovered it today, after all these years.
At 1:00, this really warm patch of sunshine comes through and lands on the super-comfy sofa chair.
This henceforth shall be MY patch. I claim it.
Take it, and you shall suffer greatly.
My house.
Sofa chair in the living room.
I discovered it today, after all these years.
At 1:00, this really warm patch of sunshine comes through and lands on the super-comfy sofa chair.
This henceforth shall be MY patch. I claim it.
Take it, and you shall suffer greatly.
Monday, November 1, 2010
Carpe diem
- Walking away from a 7-year career: not scary
- Blank Life Canvas: not scary
- Visiting the mission field in Moldova (Kelly & I descend upon them in December): not scary
- Attempting to make a business out of something I love: kind of terrifying
If you hear nothing more, just assume it quietly fizzled.
Pray for me guys. :-)
"You miss 100% of the shots you never take." Somebody Smart
"Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths." Proverb 3:5-6
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Thomas & Lindsay
I hate decisions. There's over 100 terrific pics, but I'm only subjecting you to 20.
Baby steps.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Shazaam!
Thomas & Linsday
(click the photo to enlarge, Blogger doesn't do it justice)
This was my first engagement shoot and I am so pleased with how their pictures turned out. It rained the entire day, but we had a blast and the colors were beautiful anyway.
More of these to come when I have time to edit.
Hey Debbie Downer, leave the magpie alone
This summer, I was getting in my car to head to work. There were magpies in the yard as usual, I didn't even look at them. Then I heard a sound that was slightly different, and it caused me to look up.
There was a one-legged magpie hopping around on our fence.
{The magpie will henceforth be referred to as Roger}
I thought about him on the way to work, and was almost in tears. It had been a beautiful sunshiney day, birds were singing and life was good. Until I saw Roger.
(Weird? Yes. Am I going to apologize for having a soft heart? No.)
I worried about him, thought about taking him in and feeding him, etc.
But then God used it to teach me something. He asked me if Roger felt sorry for himself. I thought, "No." He asked me if Roger looked healthy and happy with his ONE leg. I thought, "Actually, yes."
Here I was, trying to fix Roger's problems. If I could have sat and talked to him, with as sad as I was for him, no doubt Roger would have ended up feeling sad for himself too.
When life got difficult, Roger just pressed on and adjusted. He made it work. He is living a happy and productive magpie life.
If I had stepped in, he probably would have learned nothing but to feel sorry for himself and depend on my hand-outs. He wouldn't have had to learn the lessons and experience the growth that God had planned for him. I know the Bible says to weep with those that weep, but hey! If they're not weeping, leave them alone. Give them a boost. Encourage them. Let them learn to adapt. They will be much happier.
There was a one-legged magpie hopping around on our fence.
{The magpie will henceforth be referred to as Roger}
I thought about him on the way to work, and was almost in tears. It had been a beautiful sunshiney day, birds were singing and life was good. Until I saw Roger.
(Weird? Yes. Am I going to apologize for having a soft heart? No.)
I worried about him, thought about taking him in and feeding him, etc.
But then God used it to teach me something. He asked me if Roger felt sorry for himself. I thought, "No." He asked me if Roger looked healthy and happy with his ONE leg. I thought, "Actually, yes."
Here I was, trying to fix Roger's problems. If I could have sat and talked to him, with as sad as I was for him, no doubt Roger would have ended up feeling sad for himself too.
When life got difficult, Roger just pressed on and adjusted. He made it work. He is living a happy and productive magpie life.
If I had stepped in, he probably would have learned nothing but to feel sorry for himself and depend on my hand-outs. He wouldn't have had to learn the lessons and experience the growth that God had planned for him. I know the Bible says to weep with those that weep, but hey! If they're not weeping, leave them alone. Give them a boost. Encourage them. Let them learn to adapt. They will be much happier.
We are still talking about Magpies, right?
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
You ARE my sunshine!
Happy Birthday Mama!
Dad knew a good thing when he saw it.
Boy meets girl. Two weeks later... "Will you marry me?" Naturally you said yes.
How is it that we are the chosen ones God decided to give you to?
Dad knew a good thing when he saw it.
Boy meets girl. Two weeks later... "Will you marry me?" Naturally you said yes.
How is it that we are the chosen ones God decided to give you to?
Thursday, October 21, 2010
recycling hampsters
Do you ever have one of those weeks where you have too much on your mind, and you keep the big stuff together pretty well but the small things all fall apart?
Oh Anna, Anna, Anna.
You have issues.
- Yesterday I kept telling the new guy at work about our recycling hampsters. Do you ever say a word, and something in your brain says "that wasn't quite right" but you can't figure it out so you keep saying it? Yeah, recycling hampsters.
- Last night I locked my keys in my car at church.... aaaaaa-gain.
- Today I forgot to wear deodorant. I remembered it twice this morning and set out to find it, but got de-railed.
Oh Anna, Anna, Anna.
You have issues.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
and I don't even like yogurt
You know what I appreciate about the trials of life?
They churn up all the warm fuzzies that are lying undisturbed at the bottom of my heart. When you're going through it, you sometimes become overwhelmed with how much you love the important people in your life, and you find out how much they love you. You find out how much God loves you, and you start to realize just how much He does for you moment by moment.
Its like the yogurt with fruit in the bottom. When you stir it up you find all kinds of "good stuff."
They churn up all the warm fuzzies that are lying undisturbed at the bottom of my heart. When you're going through it, you sometimes become overwhelmed with how much you love the important people in your life, and you find out how much they love you. You find out how much God loves you, and you start to realize just how much He does for you moment by moment.
Its like the yogurt with fruit in the bottom. When you stir it up you find all kinds of "good stuff."
Thursday, October 14, 2010
sorry about the donuts
{I am about to throw myself under the bus for the purpose of making you laugh.}
I must preface this tale with a little factoid. I don't do well with numbers in my head. I can't add in my head. I get historical dates, phone numbers and birthdays mixed up in my head. I rely heavily on calculators and cell phone calendar appointments.
I call it Number Dyslexia. I don't know if that's a real thing, but I have it. When I write / type numbers down, I often transpose some of them. This causes a lot of small, mostly humorous mishaps around the office and in general life. Its not because I don't pay attention. I pay attention more closely BECAUSE of this problem.
{once upon a time}
It was a beautiful morning. Crisp color, fresh air, fall leaves, etc. I was so overcome with the warm fuzzies that I decided to bring donuts to work. I happily filled up my pink pastry box at Safeway with a delectable variety of delicious donuts (thanks Brandon for baking them BTW, your job is very important to my sense of well-being).
Back at the office, there was much happiness in the air as people gathered around the pink pastry box. Let me share one of the conversations with you.
Susie: Oh Anna, this is so exciting.
Anna: Yes I know. I've got to say though, I always feel a little bit guilty when I buy donuts.
Susie: Why?
Anna: The Baker's Dozen. I always got 12 before, but a couple of years ago some pompous Know-it-All (exaggerating for effect) was shocked that I didn't know about the Baker's Dozen. Apparently EVERYONE knows you put a baker's dozen in the box, even the Safeway people tell you that. I felt so dumb for not knowing this fact of life that I have ever since taken the Baker's Dozen, feeling horribly guilty all the while and wishing I could just take 12.
Susie: YES! EXACTLY! I do that too. You do feel guilty. But you feel dumb if you only take 12.
(the pitch of the conversation is getting more excited and demonstrative)
Anna: Its like, once you pass 12, you start to look around hoping for someone to stop you. Or for a ceiling tile to drop on your head.
Susie: YES! YES! I do that too!
Anna: Or when the checker casually asks, A dozen donuts? That horrible moment of wondering how to answer. Do I ask her to clarify? Repeat the question? Do I say yes? Baker's Dozen? 14?...
silence.
Susie: Isn't a baker's dozen 13?
silence.
Anna: Oh. Shoot. Yep, sure is.
Susie: Anna you are SO CUTE! {insert the jolliest laughter I've ever heard from Susie in 7 years. This lady is so sweet she never laughs AT people. Doesn't happen. Until yesterday.}
And so Brandon, as a representative of your store, I publicly apologize to you. I have been taking 14 donuts for about 3 years. At some point, the number 14 lodged in my brain and has been the official Baker's Dozen in my world ever since. No wonder I've felt so guilty.
I've thought about the least complicated way of rectifying the situation. Clearly I cannot return the donuts. I've decided I will take only 11 donuts for the next few years.
Will that work? Will you still be my friend?
And officially, what is the proper amount of donuts to take? Just for future reference and clarification to all "14" of my blog readers.
I must preface this tale with a little factoid. I don't do well with numbers in my head. I can't add in my head. I get historical dates, phone numbers and birthdays mixed up in my head. I rely heavily on calculators and cell phone calendar appointments.
I call it Number Dyslexia. I don't know if that's a real thing, but I have it. When I write / type numbers down, I often transpose some of them. This causes a lot of small, mostly humorous mishaps around the office and in general life. Its not because I don't pay attention. I pay attention more closely BECAUSE of this problem.
{once upon a time}
It was a beautiful morning. Crisp color, fresh air, fall leaves, etc. I was so overcome with the warm fuzzies that I decided to bring donuts to work. I happily filled up my pink pastry box at Safeway with a delectable variety of delicious donuts (thanks Brandon for baking them BTW, your job is very important to my sense of well-being).
Back at the office, there was much happiness in the air as people gathered around the pink pastry box. Let me share one of the conversations with you.
Susie: Oh Anna, this is so exciting.
Anna: Yes I know. I've got to say though, I always feel a little bit guilty when I buy donuts.
Susie: Why?
Anna: The Baker's Dozen. I always got 12 before, but a couple of years ago some pompous Know-it-All (exaggerating for effect) was shocked that I didn't know about the Baker's Dozen. Apparently EVERYONE knows you put a baker's dozen in the box, even the Safeway people tell you that. I felt so dumb for not knowing this fact of life that I have ever since taken the Baker's Dozen, feeling horribly guilty all the while and wishing I could just take 12.
Susie: YES! EXACTLY! I do that too. You do feel guilty. But you feel dumb if you only take 12.
(the pitch of the conversation is getting more excited and demonstrative)
Anna: Its like, once you pass 12, you start to look around hoping for someone to stop you. Or for a ceiling tile to drop on your head.
Susie: YES! YES! I do that too!
Anna: Or when the checker casually asks, A dozen donuts? That horrible moment of wondering how to answer. Do I ask her to clarify? Repeat the question? Do I say yes? Baker's Dozen? 14?...
silence.
Susie: Isn't a baker's dozen 13?
silence.
Anna: Oh. Shoot. Yep, sure is.
Susie: Anna you are SO CUTE! {insert the jolliest laughter I've ever heard from Susie in 7 years. This lady is so sweet she never laughs AT people. Doesn't happen. Until yesterday.}
And so Brandon, as a representative of your store, I publicly apologize to you. I have been taking 14 donuts for about 3 years. At some point, the number 14 lodged in my brain and has been the official Baker's Dozen in my world ever since. No wonder I've felt so guilty.
I've thought about the least complicated way of rectifying the situation. Clearly I cannot return the donuts. I've decided I will take only 11 donuts for the next few years.
Will that work? Will you still be my friend?
And officially, what is the proper amount of donuts to take? Just for future reference and clarification to all "14" of my blog readers.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Repost: Bend in the Road
BEND IN THE ROAD
When we feel we have nothing left to give
and we are sure that the song has ended.
When our day seems over
and the shadows fall
and the darkness of night has descended.
Where can we go to find the strength
to valiantly keep on trying
Where can we find the hand that will dry
the tears that the heart is crying.
There's but one place to go
and that is to God
and dropping all pretense and pride.
We can pour out our problems
without restraint
and gain strength with Him at our side.
And together we stand at life's crossroads
and view what we think is the end.
But God has a much bigger vision
and He tells us it's only a bend.
For the road goes on and is smoother
and the pause in the song is a rest.
And the part that's unsung and unfinished
is the sweetest and richest and best
So rest and relax and grow stronger
let go and let God share your load.
Your work is not finished or ended
you've just come to a bend in the road.
Helen Steiner Rice
Bendy roads are scary to drive on, because they are usually going up a mountain. But oh the breathtaking view when you arrive at the top. We just need to let God drive.
When we feel we have nothing left to give
and we are sure that the song has ended.
When our day seems over
and the shadows fall
and the darkness of night has descended.
Where can we go to find the strength
to valiantly keep on trying
Where can we find the hand that will dry
the tears that the heart is crying.
There's but one place to go
and that is to God
and dropping all pretense and pride.
We can pour out our problems
without restraint
and gain strength with Him at our side.
And together we stand at life's crossroads
and view what we think is the end.
But God has a much bigger vision
and He tells us it's only a bend.
For the road goes on and is smoother
and the pause in the song is a rest.
And the part that's unsung and unfinished
is the sweetest and richest and best
So rest and relax and grow stronger
let go and let God share your load.
Your work is not finished or ended
you've just come to a bend in the road.
Helen Steiner Rice
Bendy roads are scary to drive on, because they are usually going up a mountain. But oh the breathtaking view when you arrive at the top. We just need to let God drive.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Heaven's Choir
Luke 19:40
And he answered and said unto them, I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out.
I was having a little Heaven on earth at work today singing, and I got to thinking about Heaven's choir. I can't begin to imagine what it will be like to be a part of that Choir. Every voice will be in unison, every note hit with graceful ease, precise timing will occur effortlessly, every heart will be grateful, every motive will be pure, perfect harmony. We will sing with one purpose alone - to praise the Lord.
I'm so glad God created the pleasure of singing. I'm so glad He created us with the ability to hear it with our ears, and feel it with our souls.
Music is the most beautiful language of worship, as far as my limited knowledge of the universe goes anyways. We always think of French as the language of romance on the earth. Well, I think of Singing as the "language of worship."
Kitty and I were discussing music in length awhile ago. I attempt to play piano for the poor / unbelievably kind woman on Saturdays, and I play a variety of stuff; classical, folk songs, children's songs, and hymns. She and I love the old hymns the very best. I can play a hymn, and when I'm done I look over at her and we both have little streams running down our cheeks.
She asked me why that is? What is it about the old hymns that touches a person so keenly?
Modern songs are different. They can move you, tugging at your emotions and touching your senses. The old hymns, sung the old way, tug at your very soul. And that, to me, is the difference.
I don't know if you'll grasp what I'm getting at. Its like, when things become modernized, they carry "man's" touch on them. Oh they do affect me, they do. But they've lost a little bit of Heaven.
Below are two videos of "Come Thou Fount," illustrating my point.
1. Mormon Tabernacle Choir
When I imagine Heaven's choir, I think it may be more like this first video. It saddens me that LDS are blinded to the Truth of God's simple plan of salvation, and I don't support their teachings, but I do believe they've gotten ahold of the concept of the Heavenly Choir.
2. A more modernized version.
I actually do like this one quite a bit. But do you hear the difference I'm getting at? This is good, but just not the same from a Heavenly perspective. To my ears. Maybe I'm weird. Well, actually that's a given. :-)
This whole post has an ulterior motive. "Come Thou Fount" has been stuck in my heart for months and months. I can't move on. I love it so much. Maybe if I spill it out on you it will ease up on me.
I was having a little Heaven on earth at work today singing, and I got to thinking about Heaven's choir. I can't begin to imagine what it will be like to be a part of that Choir. Every voice will be in unison, every note hit with graceful ease, precise timing will occur effortlessly, every heart will be grateful, every motive will be pure, perfect harmony. We will sing with one purpose alone - to praise the Lord.
I'm so glad God created the pleasure of singing. I'm so glad He created us with the ability to hear it with our ears, and feel it with our souls.
Music is the most beautiful language of worship, as far as my limited knowledge of the universe goes anyways. We always think of French as the language of romance on the earth. Well, I think of Singing as the "language of worship."
Kitty and I were discussing music in length awhile ago. I attempt to play piano for the poor / unbelievably kind woman on Saturdays, and I play a variety of stuff; classical, folk songs, children's songs, and hymns. She and I love the old hymns the very best. I can play a hymn, and when I'm done I look over at her and we both have little streams running down our cheeks.
She asked me why that is? What is it about the old hymns that touches a person so keenly?
Modern songs are different. They can move you, tugging at your emotions and touching your senses. The old hymns, sung the old way, tug at your very soul. And that, to me, is the difference.
I don't know if you'll grasp what I'm getting at. Its like, when things become modernized, they carry "man's" touch on them. Oh they do affect me, they do. But they've lost a little bit of Heaven.
Below are two videos of "Come Thou Fount," illustrating my point.
1. Mormon Tabernacle Choir
When I imagine Heaven's choir, I think it may be more like this first video. It saddens me that LDS are blinded to the Truth of God's simple plan of salvation, and I don't support their teachings, but I do believe they've gotten ahold of the concept of the Heavenly Choir.
2. A more modernized version.
I actually do like this one quite a bit. But do you hear the difference I'm getting at? This is good, but just not the same from a Heavenly perspective. To my ears. Maybe I'm weird. Well, actually that's a given. :-)
This whole post has an ulterior motive. "Come Thou Fount" has been stuck in my heart for months and months. I can't move on. I love it so much. Maybe if I spill it out on you it will ease up on me.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
sorry, you can't have that
And ye now therefore have sorrow: but I will see you again, and your heart shall rejoice, and your joy no man taketh from you.
John 16:22
If my joy rested upon my emotions and my circumstances, you could easily take it from me. BUT, the Joy of the Lord is my strength. Its not my joy to let go of, its the Lord's joy.
Good thing.
Good thing, because without Him I'd be unbearable to live with probably.
John 16:22
If my joy rested upon my emotions and my circumstances, you could easily take it from me. BUT, the Joy of the Lord is my strength. Its not my joy to let go of, its the Lord's joy.
Good thing.
Good thing, because without Him I'd be unbearable to live with probably.
:-)
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
don't be stupid Anna
Dandelions get it.
Their life's purpose is letting go. Though we dislike them, we can't argue that in letting go of all they affect the world around them in a big way.
This has been on my mind heavily all weekend. My life is in the midst of much change, I'll just leave it at that for now. I've been awkwardly learning to let go. I like to be in control (gross understatement), and sometimes God has to pry things out of my death grip. I'm learning to leave my hands open, palms up.
You know how you get your mind set on something, and that's just that. Its how it is, its how it will be, and NO ONE will change your mind. Extremely self destructive behavior.
An example from my own life.
Disclaimer: this story is not shared to glamorize my sin, stupidity or stubbornness; but to share with you God's undeserved goodness to a jackass (totally appropriate word here).
There once was a boy I was captivated by. Years ago. He was big-time bad news. Everyone disliked him. I, however, can be fiercely independent and wasn't going to admit 'they' were right. I was on an oppressive path of destruction, and the farther I went the more desperate and trapped I felt. I never compromised my virtue, but that doesn't make what I was doing any less sinful. I was horribly rebellious and almost destroyed my future. Oh, don't think I didn't ACT spiritual. That was my whole premise. I brought him to church. I prayed for him. I prayed with him. I was "helping" him. When I act spiritual to justify my sins, it puts it in a whole new ballgame - makes it harder for me to back down. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about.
I didn't care who I hurt. When I look back, I see a dark boiling cloud hanging over our home. I fought with my dad, I hurt him. I fought with my brother. I shut out my friends. My sister would bristle when the guy would come around. I'm sure my mom cried. They were all worried, but couldn't fix it because they didn't want to push me away farther. I didn't care.
Thank God for his divine intervention. My brother sat me down after months of the ugliness. I was prepared to bristle and walk away, but he totally changed his approach that day. He gently and kindly implored me to listen. He said my life held so much more value to him and everyone else than I valued it myself. He painted this glowing picture of what he hoped for in my life, and basically said I was voluntarily painting a much darker picture. He gave me room to save face. I don't think he even knew what he was doing. It was God's divine hand directing my brother. I deserved to be rebuked, I deserved to be raked over the coals. God was merciful though and used the words that could break through.
That day, that moment, changed the direction of my life.
Sometimes you just need that one person to say to you "Wake up Ding Dong. What are you thinking?!"
I cannot describe to you the feeling of intense relief that washed over my soul when Clayton broke through my impenetrable wall. I could love my family again. I could let my guard down. I could talk to my friends again. The hardness of my countenance melted back into soft, repentant sweetness. To this day I'm ashamed and saddened of how I hurt people when I was in that skewed state of mind.
I still get goosebumps when I think about what my life would be like today if I had finished 'that' course. I wouldn't be the "cool" aunt. I wouldn't have any integrity. I may not have gotten saved a few years later. I wouldn't be held up as a good example by mothers. I wouldn't be on the brink of a couple of AWESOME things that God is about to unfold. All that is wonderful and good in my life.... I wouldn't _____. You may think I'm being dramatic, but I'm not even telling the half actually.
I think its important to share this story for some reason. God's really been revisiting that chapter of life with me lately as I think about my future. Take it from the queen of stupid, don't be stupid. God is under no obligation to bail us Jackasses out of our self-created disasters.
I may not leave this post up long, but its so heavy on my heart right now that I think God wants me to share.
The lesson I learned: LET IT GO.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Shooting September
Top 10 - September
(Most of these are with the new camera)
(Most of these are with the new camera)
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| 1. Its hard to say goodbye |
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| 2. Vintage pearls |
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| 3. View from the top |
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| 4. Country kid |
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| 5. Labor Day |
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| 6. Little Turkey :-) |
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| 7. The secret of life is letting go (Facing the Giants) |
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| 8. Best seat in the house |
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| 9. Okay, not awesome pictures, but def. a fun night. We had a broadcast journalism student and a film student stay at our house last weekend, Kelley & Gillette. Kelley taught us all HEAPS about our cameras, and we went to the park for a midnight photoshoot. I love random educational field trips. |
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| 10. I did not take these pictures. It was a noteworthy day however. My family painted CJ & Kris's house in an afternoon. |
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
night class, Tuesdays
I love Tuesday nights.
My church has an AWANA program for the kids in our community. We meet every Tuesday night for games, Bible memorization, singing and skits.
I've worked with the Cubbies (3 & 4 year olds) for a few years.
This year, we have 13-15 of them most nights, with only 4 of them being from our church.
I have to tell you about "B." He is incredibly, dangerously cute. He's a little squeaker, like a chipmunk. Very wound up, and compulsively loving. He hugs you often. One night, he ran up to hug me. I leaned in, and much to my surprise this tiny little chipmunk gave me a Wet Willy! Hello. Let me tell you, if your attention is drifting that'll bring you back real quick.
Stuff I've learned from Cubbies:
I love these kids. What I like the most is that in Cubbies, we get to set the foundation for most of them of how they percieve God. How they can trust Him, love Him. And they do trust Him, love Him and believe all the Bible stories 100%. Child-like faith is beautiful. Some of the questions they ask about Jesus sometimes floor me. And, they make me laugh every week.
My church has an AWANA program for the kids in our community. We meet every Tuesday night for games, Bible memorization, singing and skits.
This year, we have 13-15 of them most nights, with only 4 of them being from our church.
I have to tell you about "B." He is incredibly, dangerously cute. He's a little squeaker, like a chipmunk. Very wound up, and compulsively loving. He hugs you often. One night, he ran up to hug me. I leaned in, and much to my surprise this tiny little chipmunk gave me a Wet Willy! Hello. Let me tell you, if your attention is drifting that'll bring you back real quick.
- Random is in. The more unrelated the story, the better. Such as... "Um, my daddy didn't take me fishing one day a long time ago." "I had a pink birthday party last week." (7 months ago)
- When addressing ladies, "Yes Man" means the same thing as "Yes Ma'am" to a 4 year old.
- It is possible to pick your nose and suck your thumb at the same time with the same hand.
- I am not soft enough, according to Jacob.
- Action is good. If there are no actions to your song, improvise. Spin or something, just keep 'em moving.
- A raised hand or urgent question means I have a new wound I must show you. Dylan: "Hey, I gotta question to ask you teacher." Mrs. C - "What's that?" Dylan: "Look at my rugburn on my chin!"
- Underwear is optional.
- In coins, value is totally determined by quantity.
- Potty breaks, and often.
- There's a tattle-tale in every crowd. She is the self-appointed enforcer of every rule that has ever passed our lips.
- Everything in past tense is yesterday, future tense is all tomorrow.
- If you want to be held, hold your arms out and cry a little.
- Hide-N-Seek = chase us until you're ready to pass out Teacher! And then do it some mo'!
- Chasing becomes much more exciting when the adult is growling.
- I am not ready to be a mother. Naturally I will never have 15 three & four yr. olds of my own, but still. I love them, but I lose all confidence in my abilities as a child tamer on Tuesday nights.
- BOYS ARE SO DIFFERENT THAN GIRLS. This year, it takes 3 experienced ladies to sit with 5 boy Cubbies in Council time, and 1 younger brand new leader to sit with 9 girl Cubbies. Boys are busy. Boys have a short attention span. Boys are constantly hitting each other, it seems to be how they relate.
I love these kids. What I like the most is that in Cubbies, we get to set the foundation for most of them of how they percieve God. How they can trust Him, love Him. And they do trust Him, love Him and believe all the Bible stories 100%. Child-like faith is beautiful. Some of the questions they ask about Jesus sometimes floor me. And, they make me laugh every week.
Monday, September 27, 2010
The Pig of Happiness
This is the ultimate subject....
a happy pig.
I have to share.
His happiness became too big. It had to find an escape. And so it was that it began to leak and seep from inside him into all the other pigs. Now all the pigs are happy.
Thanks for emailing this to me Steph, you're awesome. I love that the Pig of Happiness made you think of me.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
he kinda likes me
You'd probably be excited if I was your auntie too.
A video from today...
Little boy, you have my heart.
(even though you did push the button)
A video from today...
Little boy, you have my heart.
(even though you did push the button)
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
the birthday cake
Dana's birthday was yesterday (so was her baby Charlotte's).
I remember when she turned 6 (or maybe it was 5), and my Mom made the most beautiful cake for her I've ever seen in my life. In my little eyes it was the ultimate birthday cake. Nothing will ever be better. Period. End of story.
I don't know if you remember it Dana, but it had all these pretty ladies with big beautiful ballgowns.
Oh it was wonderful and magical and spectacular. I'm sure Mom has a picture of it somewhere.
Happy birthday girls.
I remember when she turned 6 (or maybe it was 5), and my Mom made the most beautiful cake for her I've ever seen in my life. In my little eyes it was the ultimate birthday cake. Nothing will ever be better. Period. End of story.
I don't know if you remember it Dana, but it had all these pretty ladies with big beautiful ballgowns.
Oh it was wonderful and magical and spectacular. I'm sure Mom has a picture of it somewhere.
Happy birthday girls.
Monday, September 13, 2010
neato frito: friends
I'd like to introduce you to some of my friends.
Gillette is one of the coolest, classiest young women you'll ever meet. She's sweet, bubbly, stylish, smiley, encouraging, upbeat, talented... Yeah, all that. She was on a state officer team a couple years after me. We went on a few 4-H trips together, most memorably Canada.
I'm excited to announce she was ANCHORING on MT-PBS tonight. Woohoo! Unfortunately I didn't see it because I don't have tv. I feel a little bit cool to be able to say that she'll be staying at my house one of these weekends.
My currentish/formerish coworkers. I mostly like them because we celebrate/d Ice Cream Thursdays together. Steph, aka The Nosepicker, aka Pregnant Lady, aka Agent X is very fun. And random. And very good at layering. She's like the Energizer Bunny of spunkiness. She is also in the middle of an office garbage can war with the Tan Man.
Rachel. What can I say about Rachel? I find that its good to ask her as she's just starting into a story, "Now Rachel, did this REALLY happen?" It helps remind her to check her exagerations before they blow out of proportion. She was the intern. Do you think she ever got me a cup of coffee? No. Pff, what's up with that? Last time I checked, that was the #1 job of newspaper interns.
Just kidding Rach. :-P You're pretty cool inspite of your insane ego.
Oh yeah, welcome to my blog girls. Now you can cyber-stalk me.
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| Gillette |
Gillette is one of the coolest, classiest young women you'll ever meet. She's sweet, bubbly, stylish, smiley, encouraging, upbeat, talented... Yeah, all that. She was on a state officer team a couple years after me. We went on a few 4-H trips together, most memorably Canada.
I'm excited to announce she was ANCHORING on MT-PBS tonight. Woohoo! Unfortunately I didn't see it because I don't have tv. I feel a little bit cool to be able to say that she'll be staying at my house one of these weekends.
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| Steph & Rach |
My currentish/formerish coworkers. I mostly like them because we celebrate/d Ice Cream Thursdays together. Steph, aka The Nosepicker, aka Pregnant Lady, aka Agent X is very fun. And random. And very good at layering. She's like the Energizer Bunny of spunkiness. She is also in the middle of an office garbage can war with the Tan Man.
Rachel. What can I say about Rachel? I find that its good to ask her as she's just starting into a story, "Now Rachel, did this REALLY happen?" It helps remind her to check her exagerations before they blow out of proportion. She was the intern. Do you think she ever got me a cup of coffee? No. Pff, what's up with that? Last time I checked, that was the #1 job of newspaper interns.
Just kidding Rach. :-P You're pretty cool inspite of your insane ego.
Oh yeah, welcome to my blog girls. Now you can cyber-stalk me.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Cora and the carnival
This video shows you exactly what I meant about Cora.
Cora's got texture. I call her "Crunchy PB".
Some of you know, I LOVE texture. And Crunchy Peanut Butter is probably my favorite. So for Cora to earn the name of Crunchy PB is probably one of the highest compliments you could attain from me. Its the perfect blend of crunch, salt and sweet. That's Cora.
Cora's got texture. I call her "Crunchy PB".
Some of you know, I LOVE texture. And Crunchy Peanut Butter is probably my favorite. So for Cora to earn the name of Crunchy PB is probably one of the highest compliments you could attain from me. Its the perfect blend of crunch, salt and sweet. That's Cora.
And here is a slideshow of the carnival pictures. I have to say, this is currently my FAVORITE night just lately. I'm pretty happy to have rediscovered my friends ... and....
do you know how much fun it is to scream at the top of your lungs for a couple of hours and its perfectly acceptable?
Count me in for next year!
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Jimmy
Meet Jimmy, the carnie.
I was shooting pics at the fair yesterday, and as I was wandering through the carnival he caught my eye.
I quickly averted my gaze, but it was too late, he already saw the smile creeping onto my face. He started beckoning to me, as they are prone to do. I was shaking my head, "No, I don't want to throw a dart. No, not even a free one." But that wasn't what he was asking.
He was so excited because he thought I was some bigshot photographer with my fancy camera and big ol' bag. He was asking me if the pictures were going to be in the newspaper. He was so eager that I finally just turned around and smiled and asked if he would like me to take his picture.
So I did. I took a few. I asked if he had a name, and he said "Jimmy So-and-so, and proud of it. I'm not really a carnie you know, I'm just experiencing life." So he pulled out his name badge and asked me to take a picture of it so I wouldn't forget his name.
Jimmy fascinated me. I don't know his story, but he's just one of those people that grips you with curiousity. I was so bummed out that I didn't have any tracts to give him, so today I made prints of his photos and went back to the fair to give them to him. I also gave him some gospel messages on CD and a Chick track. It turns out that Jimmy is already a born again Christian. That's what he says anyway, and I kinda have a hunch that he really is. He said he'd pass the CDs along when he got done with them.
Pretty amazing the people that cross your path. I think running into Jimmy has potentially changed my life. I realized that people love to have their pictures taken, and I should use my camera as a tool to reach people. I have big ideas. Maybe more on that later.
I wish Jimmy all the best and I hope God will use his life. What an opportunity to reach people as a carnie!
I quickly averted my gaze, but it was too late, he already saw the smile creeping onto my face. He started beckoning to me, as they are prone to do. I was shaking my head, "No, I don't want to throw a dart. No, not even a free one." But that wasn't what he was asking.
He was so excited because he thought I was some bigshot photographer with my fancy camera and big ol' bag. He was asking me if the pictures were going to be in the newspaper. He was so eager that I finally just turned around and smiled and asked if he would like me to take his picture.
So I did. I took a few. I asked if he had a name, and he said "Jimmy So-and-so, and proud of it. I'm not really a carnie you know, I'm just experiencing life." So he pulled out his name badge and asked me to take a picture of it so I wouldn't forget his name.
Jimmy fascinated me. I don't know his story, but he's just one of those people that grips you with curiousity. I was so bummed out that I didn't have any tracts to give him, so today I made prints of his photos and went back to the fair to give them to him. I also gave him some gospel messages on CD and a Chick track. It turns out that Jimmy is already a born again Christian. That's what he says anyway, and I kinda have a hunch that he really is. He said he'd pass the CDs along when he got done with them.
Pretty amazing the people that cross your path. I think running into Jimmy has potentially changed my life. I realized that people love to have their pictures taken, and I should use my camera as a tool to reach people. I have big ideas. Maybe more on that later.
I wish Jimmy all the best and I hope God will use his life. What an opportunity to reach people as a carnie!
Saturday, September 4, 2010
movie night
It is time for a hypothetical girls movie night.
(I know it won't happen. This is just pretend. Don't burst my bubble, just say you're in)
This is my list:
• 7 Brides for 7 Brothers
• Anne of Green Gables
• Return to Me
• Oklahoma!
• Quality Street
• Mrs. Winterbourne
• Sound of Music
• Wild Hearts Can't be Broken
• Princess Bride
Okay, so who's coming? And what other movie will you bring?
(I know it won't happen. This is just pretend. Don't burst my bubble, just say you're in)
This is my list:
• 7 Brides for 7 Brothers
• Anne of Green Gables
• Return to Me
• Oklahoma!
• Quality Street
• Mrs. Winterbourne
• Sound of Music
• Wild Hearts Can't be Broken
• Princess Bride
Okay, so who's coming? And what other movie will you bring?
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
County Fair
Its here. County Fair. Woohoo! I love it. Its in my blood.
Some of the younger, rowdy girls from church have talked me into going to the Carnival with them tomorrow night. I'm a little concerned. You see, Cora (18) is one of my favorite people. She's so serious and sensible that when she gets excited it really means something, unlike myself who lives excited. The power her rare excitement has over me is frightening. I'd probably follow her into a snake pit if she went enthusiastically. So my fear is that I'm going to find myself hanging upside down or at the top of the ferris wheel tomorrow night.
Oh well, you only live once, right? If I die tomorrow night, I want Kristy to have my Kirby Vacuum, Jay to have my sewing machine, Tim to have my stapler, Mom to have my computer, Dad to have my RMS gift card, CJ & Kris to have my gun, Jayme to have the fudge sticks I've been hiding (bottom right desk drawer behind the cd cases), Dana to have my new camera and please donate my organs.
You may take the girl out of the country, but I'm afraid you'll never be able to take the country out of the girl.
Some of the younger, rowdy girls from church have talked me into going to the Carnival with them tomorrow night. I'm a little concerned. You see, Cora (18) is one of my favorite people. She's so serious and sensible that when she gets excited it really means something, unlike myself who lives excited. The power her rare excitement has over me is frightening. I'd probably follow her into a snake pit if she went enthusiastically. So my fear is that I'm going to find myself hanging upside down or at the top of the ferris wheel tomorrow night.
Oh well, you only live once, right? If I die tomorrow night, I want Kristy to have my Kirby Vacuum, Jay to have my sewing machine, Tim to have my stapler, Mom to have my computer, Dad to have my RMS gift card, CJ & Kris to have my gun, Jayme to have the fudge sticks I've been hiding (bottom right desk drawer behind the cd cases), Dana to have my new camera and please donate my organs.
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| I was the Mutton Bustin' champion of 1992. 7 years old. Awesome, right? |
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| Me (age 9) and my very first of many beloved pigs, Petunia |
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
portraits of summer
Argh, Dana! Look what you've done.
The photoshop actions you shared are dynamite.
Thanks for spreading the obsession.
More to follow as I continue to explore this new Photoshop venue of finishing touches.
The photoshop actions you shared are dynamite.
Thanks for spreading the obsession.
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| Alecia - a cousin who is starting to actually think I'm neat... |
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| Jayme - you're cuter than a bug in a rug. |
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| Me. Photographed by Amber, age 3. |
Friday, August 27, 2010
bubble bursting
I was all pleased with myself last night when I returned from the grocery store. "I bought carrots," I triumphantly told Kristy. Like this was a new milestone in my life.
"You bought carrots. Really Anna? Carrots?" said Kristy.
I thought about it for a minute. Hmm, what is wrong with this? Thinking, thinking,...
"Oh YEAH! The garden. We have free carrots in the garden." I guess I just got caught up in the moment on Isle 15. End of the awesomeness I had been feeling.
And today. I finally got my lunch date with the cute guy. As we were sitting and discussing Elmo on a park bench, a big truck drove by with 2 workin' fellas in it. They both grinned and waved in a very friendly manner at me. So I smiled and waved back, a little confused. Then I looked down and saw what was really going on. The Little Turkey at my side had initiated contact. He was grinning and waving at them like they were his favorite guys in the whole world.
My moment of thinking I must be 'irresistibly attractive' quickly dissipated. I guess nothing beats a genuine smile and an uninhibited wave. Lesson learned Little Turkey, thanks.
"You bought carrots. Really Anna? Carrots?" said Kristy.
I thought about it for a minute. Hmm, what is wrong with this? Thinking, thinking,...
"Oh YEAH! The garden. We have free carrots in the garden." I guess I just got caught up in the moment on Isle 15. End of the awesomeness I had been feeling.
And today. I finally got my lunch date with the cute guy. As we were sitting and discussing Elmo on a park bench, a big truck drove by with 2 workin' fellas in it. They both grinned and waved in a very friendly manner at me. So I smiled and waved back, a little confused. Then I looked down and saw what was really going on. The Little Turkey at my side had initiated contact. He was grinning and waving at them like they were his favorite guys in the whole world.
My moment of thinking I must be 'irresistibly attractive' quickly dissipated. I guess nothing beats a genuine smile and an uninhibited wave. Lesson learned Little Turkey, thanks.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
My brother, the hero
My brother is a hero to me. He taught me how to shoot guns, how to drive a tractor, how to drive a manual transmission, how to jitterbug, gave me my first gun, took me on my first gopher / jackrabbit / deer hunt, was with me when I got my first idiot mark (rifle scoped), has asserted his 'rating' on the various prospects over the years, has shown me never to throw in the towel and no matter how much I eat its never enough. But the truly heroic part came in last night.
I was housesitting this week. Things were going well, I was having fun playing domestic housekeeper.
Yesterday afternoon, Clayton called me. The tone in his voice scared me... "Anna, how much longer are you staying at that house?" Just tonight, why?
There have been some creepy break-ins at young girls' apartments recently. I do mean creepy. What I did NOT know was that it happened NEXT DOOR to "my" house. Apparently, they broke into one girl's place again this weekend. Yeah, next door, this weekend, while I was blissfully alone and unaware. My brother personally spoke to the girl yesterday, and naturally was concerned for my safety.
"You call me if you hear ANYTHING Anna. I'll be there." Okay, sounds like a plan. Its nice to know he cares.
I wasn't too worried. So I'm sitting there in the house last night after putting the dogs to bed, watching some TV since its available. Then the house phone rang at 10:30. Kind of a weird time. I don't answer the phone, just let the machine get it. A concerned neighbor left a message to tell me that my car brake lights had been on for about an hour. Sigh, story of my life.
So, I unlocked the front door, and peered out into the dark. Sure enough, just my parking lights. Suddenly I get this hair-raising idea that it was probably a trap to lure me out in the dark. So I RAN to my car, jumped inside and shut the door. Then I tried to turn my lights off. No luck! Now I'm really panicked.
I didn't hesitate. I picked up the phone and called Clayton, kinda sheepish. "Um, this is dumb, but I can't turn my car lights off." "Don't say any more, I'm on my way," he said. So I stood inside near the front door watching for him. It seemed like it took forever. I was listening intently for intruders, I wasn't even breathing. The dogs started freaking out and my heart was pounding so hard. Noises were everywhere and the dogs were going spastic.
About 8 minutes later, he pulled in, came to the door, got my car keys and fixed the problem. He simply opened the car door and turned my lightswitch the rest of the way. Hmm, how is it that I didn't try that? I was so terrified by this time that my blonde moment didn't even matter.
"Can you come inside with me and make sure no one is in there?" Seriously, I was way beyond the point of feeling dumb about anything, I was terrified. So we cleared the house. "I brought something for you," he said. He pulled out a hand gun. "You shoot anything with this Anna, and it will cease to exist." So there we stood, 11:00 p.m. in someone else's house learning how to shoot, unload and load this semi-auto.
He asked if I was okay, and left me with 3 pieces of advice. 1. Aim for center of mass. 2. (I will refrain from posting #2 on the internet) 3. Leave the lights on.
I could have just hugged him and never let go. He never once made light of my fear, probably because this time he was worried himself. I could have called him 4 more times and I know he would have been there.
The rest of the night was torturously spent sitting on the couch, reading Psalms aloud and listening. I had no idea how much sound a house makes in the night. The dogs got pretty bothered a few times, and my response was always to loudly declare to them "Its okay. I have a loaded gun." That was said more for the benefit of the lurkers. (If all of this was on video I'm sure I'd die laughing now... though it seemed life and death at the time) I slept only for a few minutes here and there. This was my view most of the night...
I was so glad to be alive this morning. God is good and I know my brother's got my back.
Also, guys that do things like this to those poor girls should be taken care of in a manner that is inappropriate for me to speak of.
p.s. Please conclude from this story that it would not be wise to try and scare me in the night. Let me tell you now that you will probably be shot... and that's not my problem.
I was housesitting this week. Things were going well, I was having fun playing domestic housekeeper.
Yesterday afternoon, Clayton called me. The tone in his voice scared me... "Anna, how much longer are you staying at that house?" Just tonight, why?
There have been some creepy break-ins at young girls' apartments recently. I do mean creepy. What I did NOT know was that it happened NEXT DOOR to "my" house. Apparently, they broke into one girl's place again this weekend. Yeah, next door, this weekend, while I was blissfully alone and unaware. My brother personally spoke to the girl yesterday, and naturally was concerned for my safety.
"You call me if you hear ANYTHING Anna. I'll be there." Okay, sounds like a plan. Its nice to know he cares.
I wasn't too worried. So I'm sitting there in the house last night after putting the dogs to bed, watching some TV since its available. Then the house phone rang at 10:30. Kind of a weird time. I don't answer the phone, just let the machine get it. A concerned neighbor left a message to tell me that my car brake lights had been on for about an hour. Sigh, story of my life.
So, I unlocked the front door, and peered out into the dark. Sure enough, just my parking lights. Suddenly I get this hair-raising idea that it was probably a trap to lure me out in the dark. So I RAN to my car, jumped inside and shut the door. Then I tried to turn my lights off. No luck! Now I'm really panicked.
I didn't hesitate. I picked up the phone and called Clayton, kinda sheepish. "Um, this is dumb, but I can't turn my car lights off." "Don't say any more, I'm on my way," he said. So I stood inside near the front door watching for him. It seemed like it took forever. I was listening intently for intruders, I wasn't even breathing. The dogs started freaking out and my heart was pounding so hard. Noises were everywhere and the dogs were going spastic.
About 8 minutes later, he pulled in, came to the door, got my car keys and fixed the problem. He simply opened the car door and turned my lightswitch the rest of the way. Hmm, how is it that I didn't try that? I was so terrified by this time that my blonde moment didn't even matter.
"Can you come inside with me and make sure no one is in there?" Seriously, I was way beyond the point of feeling dumb about anything, I was terrified. So we cleared the house. "I brought something for you," he said. He pulled out a hand gun. "You shoot anything with this Anna, and it will cease to exist." So there we stood, 11:00 p.m. in someone else's house learning how to shoot, unload and load this semi-auto.
He asked if I was okay, and left me with 3 pieces of advice. 1. Aim for center of mass. 2. (I will refrain from posting #2 on the internet) 3. Leave the lights on.
I could have just hugged him and never let go. He never once made light of my fear, probably because this time he was worried himself. I could have called him 4 more times and I know he would have been there.
The rest of the night was torturously spent sitting on the couch, reading Psalms aloud and listening. I had no idea how much sound a house makes in the night. The dogs got pretty bothered a few times, and my response was always to loudly declare to them "Its okay. I have a loaded gun." That was said more for the benefit of the lurkers. (If all of this was on video I'm sure I'd die laughing now... though it seemed life and death at the time) I slept only for a few minutes here and there. This was my view most of the night...
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a girl's best friends (should be) |
I was so glad to be alive this morning. God is good and I know my brother's got my back.
Also, guys that do things like this to those poor girls should be taken care of in a manner that is inappropriate for me to speak of.
p.s. Please conclude from this story that it would not be wise to try and scare me in the night. Let me tell you now that you will probably be shot... and that's not my problem.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
stood up
I dressed with special care this morning
because I had a lunch date with a REALLY cute guy.
He showed up early and proceeded
to sleep on my office floor for the duration of our date.
What can you expect when you hang
with a guy who still lives with his parents?
because I had a lunch date with a REALLY cute guy.
He showed up early and proceeded
to sleep on my office floor for the duration of our date.
What can you expect when you hang
with a guy who still lives with his parents?
Monday, August 16, 2010
probably doesn't make sense to you
I find myself looking back over the year, thinking about the trials and the victories, the unbearable burdens and the overwhelming happiness...
So much can happen in a year.
Life altering events.
Forks in the road.
Decisions avoided.
Decisions made.
Mind numbing fears.
Days when you have the confidence of a queen.
Days when you want to cower under the safety of your covers.
Battles fought head on.
Set backs and faltering faith.
Victories won on your knees.
Anger and love somehow bound together in a confusing knot.
Hearts broken.
Hearts gloriously mended.
Certain years have the capability to hold an entire lifetime. This was one.
And yet, when the year has come and gone, life has a funny way of being the same as it was exactly a year ago.
Kristy and I still sit on the same old couch
as the same old maids,
drinking out of the same old glasses,
solving the same old world's problems.
(Which are still solved from the same Old Book)
Everything changed this year, yet nothing changed.
I guess the change is in us. God changed us. All of us.
Someday the dim recollection of those growing pains will bring just a wise smile - these days it brings a grateful heart and an embarrassingly leaky faucet.
We serve a great God.
So much can happen in a year.
Life altering events.
Forks in the road.
Decisions avoided.
Decisions made.
Mind numbing fears.
Days when you have the confidence of a queen.
Days when you want to cower under the safety of your covers.
Battles fought head on.
Set backs and faltering faith.
Victories won on your knees.
Anger and love somehow bound together in a confusing knot.
Hearts broken.
Hearts gloriously mended.
Certain years have the capability to hold an entire lifetime. This was one.
And yet, when the year has come and gone, life has a funny way of being the same as it was exactly a year ago.
Kristy and I still sit on the same old couch
as the same old maids,
drinking out of the same old glasses,
solving the same old world's problems.
(Which are still solved from the same Old Book)
Everything changed this year, yet nothing changed.
I guess the change is in us. God changed us. All of us.
Someday the dim recollection of those growing pains will bring just a wise smile - these days it brings a grateful heart and an embarrassingly leaky faucet.
We serve a great God.
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