Monday, July 10, 2006
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Festive Occasions
Believe it or not, our holiday weekend started with a fiesta. We are now officially part of an International Gourmet Food Club where every month we join friends to make dishes from a featured country. Last Friday the Falks hosted our first dinner featuring Mexico. It was great fun to try out new, authentic Mexican dishes and drinks. The evening was very festive and included a piñata filled with goodies. We’re hosting the next one and I’m trying to decide if we should do Thai, Moroccan, or Greek. Too many choices!
On Saturday we went to a wedding reception held at a house Kevin used to live in. I had heard a lot about the house and surrounding property, including the pond and all the efforts to eradicate the snapping turtles. It was good to be able to see Kev’s old stomping grounds.
Our 4th of July celebration included a trip to Symphony on the Prairie on Monday. Alaina, Meredith, and I got there 3 ½ hours early to reserve a shady spot! It was hot, but very patriotic, and I'm glad we could go.
The orchestra played many old favorites – a lot of Sousa and other marches, traditional patriotic songs, and the theme songs for each branch of the military. Everyone stood when the flag was brought out by men dressed up like Revolutionary War soldiers. Abraham Lincoln gave the Gettysburg Address, etc., etc. etc. The concert ended with the 1812 Overture and canons blasting. Then, a spectacular fireworks show.
We were amazed that Meredith slept through the entire last half of the concert, including all of the canon blasts and the booming fireworks!!!
Yesterday we spent most of the day playing in the swimming pool at Aunt Beth’s house. It was Meredith’s first time in a pool and she absolutely loved it. (We took her out because we thought she was cold and, as soon as she dried off, she wanted back in.) The guys played basketball. And, of course, in typical holiday fashion, the food was piled high for all to enjoy.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Politics and a Milkshake with Two Straws
Last night we went to a GOP dinner with Kevin’s law firm. It was good to meet some of his co-workers and their spouses. I had a great time, really.
Right now I feel like I have a decent handle on California politics – I know who (most) all of the state representatives are, what party they belong to, exactly how liberal, conservative, or moderate they are, and oftentimes what their “key issues” are – Senator Cedillo, for instance, wants to see illegal aliens be able to get driver’s licenses. Assemblyman Leno wants gay marriage. Senator Runner wants convicted sex offenders to have to wear GPS tracking devices for the rest of their lives.
When it comes to Indiana politics, I know absolutely nothing. Oh, except who the governor is and that he’s a Republican. But, if he were in the same room as me, I wouldn’t recognize him. So, that probably doesn’t count.
I also know that everyone complains about the Congresswoman and how bad she is, can’t make a public speech to save her life, has no original ideas, etc., etc.
That about sums up my knowledge of Indiana politics – I have a lot of learning to do.
After the dinner we stopped by Steak and Shake and got a double chocolate peanut butter milkshake with two straws. (Kevin let me order.) Mmmm … mmm … MMM.
It was a good end to a nice evening.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Are flip-flops damaging your career?
More than 31 percent of women said flip-flops were the single "must have" item for work this summer. But many companies disagree.
For an interesting look on the current footwear trend: Are flip-flops damaging your career?
For an interesting look on the current footwear trend: Are flip-flops damaging your career?
Welcome Home!
Flag Family
Waiting Anxiously
Aunt Megan!
Here is Meredith with Uncle Colin, whom she consistently calls “Ah-tah.” We have no idea how she took the name “Colin” and got “Ah-tah” out of it. But, in any event, we’re glad that Ah-tah is such a good sport.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Preparations
The place is abuzz because tonight Megan returns from her year-long stint in China. Last time we saw her Meredith was a newborn!
The house is being scrubbed and organized – so she has a place to stay and store her stuff. The phone has been ringing with people asking when they should arrive at the airport – a group of us will be there to welcome her back. [Now that I think about it, we should make a big banner and wave American flags. That would be fun! I’ll have to suggest that …]
After we meet Megan at the airport, we’ll all go straight to Don Pablo’s Mexican restaurant. This was her request. I hear that China is not the best destination for fine Mexican cuisine. (Neither is North Dakota, by the way.)
In order to be ready for the Big Night, Grandma Cazzell wanted her hair trimmed.
I guess, because Kevin has been my customer for the past four years, I’m a sought-after amateur hairstylist. [Funny, though, I always thought my next customer would be Meredith, not grandma.]
So, responding to the call, a short while ago I found myself standing in grandma’s kitchen, her hair sopping wet, and me with scissors in my hands.
“Blunt cut, no layers,” said grandma. “I don’t like it when the lady at the salon gives me layers.”
“Do you want a quarter inch off? A half inch? Or what?” I asked.
“I don’t know about them inches stuff, I just want a blunt cut. And make sure it’s shorter by my ears. And just cut off what you think is frizzy and needs it.”
With that crystal-clear information, I began snipping away.
I hope she liked it. But, in any event, I’m sure Megan will think she’s beautiful at the airport. That’s what matters, right?
The house is being scrubbed and organized – so she has a place to stay and store her stuff. The phone has been ringing with people asking when they should arrive at the airport – a group of us will be there to welcome her back. [Now that I think about it, we should make a big banner and wave American flags. That would be fun! I’ll have to suggest that …]
After we meet Megan at the airport, we’ll all go straight to Don Pablo’s Mexican restaurant. This was her request. I hear that China is not the best destination for fine Mexican cuisine. (Neither is North Dakota, by the way.)
In order to be ready for the Big Night, Grandma Cazzell wanted her hair trimmed.
I guess, because Kevin has been my customer for the past four years, I’m a sought-after amateur hairstylist. [Funny, though, I always thought my next customer would be Meredith, not grandma.]
So, responding to the call, a short while ago I found myself standing in grandma’s kitchen, her hair sopping wet, and me with scissors in my hands.
“Blunt cut, no layers,” said grandma. “I don’t like it when the lady at the salon gives me layers.”
“Do you want a quarter inch off? A half inch? Or what?” I asked.
“I don’t know about them inches stuff, I just want a blunt cut. And make sure it’s shorter by my ears. And just cut off what you think is frizzy and needs it.”
With that crystal-clear information, I began snipping away.
I hope she liked it. But, in any event, I’m sure Megan will think she’s beautiful at the airport. That’s what matters, right?
Friday, June 23, 2006
At the Park
As we pulled into the local park today, to take the baby for some playtime, we saw a banner welcoming the Miss Indiana competition. Suddenly young, attractive women wearing glittery crowns appeared from nowhere.
As a part of the gala, snow cones were offered for $1. After a hard day’s play at the park, I figured Meredith and I deserved a snow cone. It’s a good thing we bought one when we did because shortly after I purchased it they changed the price to $2.
We enjoyed our trip to the park – me as much as Meredith. They don’t have as many parks in Indiana as they do in California, so we have to drive to it instead of walk to it. But, then again, people in Indiana actually have backyards! It’s a trade-off, I suppose.
As a part of the gala, snow cones were offered for $1. After a hard day’s play at the park, I figured Meredith and I deserved a snow cone. It’s a good thing we bought one when we did because shortly after I purchased it they changed the price to $2.
We enjoyed our trip to the park – me as much as Meredith. They don’t have as many parks in Indiana as they do in California, so we have to drive to it instead of walk to it. But, then again, people in Indiana actually have backyards! It’s a trade-off, I suppose.
The Vacuum Chaser
When I was pregnant with Meredith we read a statistic about how, when unborn babies are exposed to sounds like dogs barking and vacuums roaring, they usually aren’t afraid of dogs or vacuums after they’re born. The converse is also true – when unborn babies never hear loud noises, like dogs or vacuums, they typically are more afraid of these things later on.
Based on that information and since I, like, never vacuum, we figured that Meredith would be terrified of it.
Not so.
It appears that we have a little Vacuum Chaser on our hands. Rather than being scared of it and running away, she immediately turns her little body towards it and begins to chase after it, supposedly for the purposes of fighting and conquering it.
Right now, in fact, Laura is vacuuming the stairs and Meredith is squatting at the top of the stairs pondering the vacuum, obviously trying to figure out how she can get down there and play with it.
Based on that information and since I, like, never vacuum, we figured that Meredith would be terrified of it.
Not so.
It appears that we have a little Vacuum Chaser on our hands. Rather than being scared of it and running away, she immediately turns her little body towards it and begins to chase after it, supposedly for the purposes of fighting and conquering it.
Right now, in fact, Laura is vacuuming the stairs and Meredith is squatting at the top of the stairs pondering the vacuum, obviously trying to figure out how she can get down there and play with it.
Outing
Last night the three of us hit the bowling alley for fun times shared by all. Seriously, the evening was full of smiles and laughter.
Meredith sat contentedly in her stroller, occasionally pointing out to this “ball” or that “ball,” munching on snacks, and giving free smiles to strangers passing by.
After starting our first game, I looked up and noticed that the players in the lane next to us were “Love” and “Wild Child.” Then I looked at our score board and saw that we were simply “Kevin” and “Amy.”
“Kevin,” I said. “We are boring. Why don’t we have fancy names? Next game you’re going to be Bad Daddy, okay?”
It turns out that the lady behind the desk reset our second game and we couldn’t change our names. Oh well. Kevin said he’d be my Bad Daddy anyway. :)
About ten minutes into the evening, when I was doing really horribly, Kevin suggested that I have Meredith give my ball a “good luck pat” before taking my turn.
Surprisingly, it worked!
Then, of course, each of us had to pause before taking a turn to have Meredith pat our ball. It gave us, and quite a few other people in the bowling alley, a reason to chuckle.
Kevin won the first game by a wide margin and we started another.
Let me put this bluntly – I kicked his little behind. In the span of one game, I got five strikes and one spare. I don’t think I’ve ever bowled that well. (Part of the credit, of course, goes to Meredith for her good luck pats.)
Kevin was incredulous, with eyebrows raised, the entire game.
“I never dreamed I would lose to you,” he said.
I wasn’t exactly sure how to take that. But, anyway, it was fun to get out, do something different, beat Kevin at a game (for a change), and enjoy the company of my two favorite people.
Meredith sat contentedly in her stroller, occasionally pointing out to this “ball” or that “ball,” munching on snacks, and giving free smiles to strangers passing by.
After starting our first game, I looked up and noticed that the players in the lane next to us were “Love” and “Wild Child.” Then I looked at our score board and saw that we were simply “Kevin” and “Amy.”
“Kevin,” I said. “We are boring. Why don’t we have fancy names? Next game you’re going to be Bad Daddy, okay?”
It turns out that the lady behind the desk reset our second game and we couldn’t change our names. Oh well. Kevin said he’d be my Bad Daddy anyway. :)
About ten minutes into the evening, when I was doing really horribly, Kevin suggested that I have Meredith give my ball a “good luck pat” before taking my turn.
Surprisingly, it worked!
Then, of course, each of us had to pause before taking a turn to have Meredith pat our ball. It gave us, and quite a few other people in the bowling alley, a reason to chuckle.
Kevin won the first game by a wide margin and we started another.
Let me put this bluntly – I kicked his little behind. In the span of one game, I got five strikes and one spare. I don’t think I’ve ever bowled that well. (Part of the credit, of course, goes to Meredith for her good luck pats.)
Kevin was incredulous, with eyebrows raised, the entire game.
“I never dreamed I would lose to you,” he said.
I wasn’t exactly sure how to take that. But, anyway, it was fun to get out, do something different, beat Kevin at a game (for a change), and enjoy the company of my two favorite people.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Feminist Says Child Rearing not Worthy of Time and Talents of Intelligent Humans
Today I read an interesting article about statements by Linda Hirshman on feminism and child-rearing. Take a moment to read it if you have time!
This is why I’m appalled by extreme feminism – it’s not about what is good for women, or what women want, it’s about an extremist agenda to “reconstruct” the family. Most mothers, in my experience – even the ones who are in the work force – would rather stay home with their children.
As the article says – “Some of the women [Ms. Hirshman] interviewed confirmed her worst fears: they liked being mothers.”
Also, it’s interesting to think about the flaws in Hirshman’s reasoning – if all “intelligent” people are supposed to be in the work force, that means that Ms. Hirshman is suggesting that the next generation should be raised by stupid people.
This is an odd opinion since, modernly, at least in California, there is a huge push for preschool workers to have higher education.
So, I guess that babies and toddlers should be raised by stupid people for the first several years and then, when they are three or four-years-old, they should be suddenly thrown into an environment with the really smart ones!
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Love is shown in many ways. One major way it is shown is by investing time.
Looking back at my childhood – where my mother was there for me everyday, making me meals and snacks, working near me when I played, comforting me when I was hurt or upset – I wouldn’t trade that childhood for anything.
I want to give Meredith, and any other children that should come, the gift of my time. I want to give my children the same experience I had growing up – a mother who is there for them every day.
I have a law degree – I don’t tell many people this but I ranked first in my graduating class, I passed the California bar exam on my first attempt. I don’t think I’m the brightest person but don’t think I’m totally stupid either.
At the same time, I willingly gave up my career, working with really smart people in the field of public policy, to stay home and pour my life into my child. I stay home because I want to - not because I have to.
Someday maybe I’ll pick up a full-time career again – after my children are successfully raised – but, for the time being, my job is to teach, guide, cherish, and laugh with my baby while she’s young. ‘Cuz I know she’ll only be young for a short time.
Several years ago I worked temporarily in the legal department of a utilities company. There was one young woman, a mother and an attorney, who always seemed particularly stressed out. She had pictures on her desk of very young, cute, adorable children. She always came in to the office early and left later than me. I always wondered who was with her kids all day. She never seemed very happy. I wondered if working that many hours was really what she wanted for her life or if she felt like she was pressured into it.
“Wow, you’ve had a remarkable career,” is something, yes, that would be nice to hear at the end of my life. But, if I had to choose, I would much rather chuck the career and know that I’d spent countless hours loving on my kids.
In the end, I think that will make the most difference in this world anyway.
No one can raise my child as well as I can because no one loves her like I do.
I am not replaceable in Meredith’s life. Please don’t insult me, Ms. Hirshman, by telling me that any daycare worker (or even a grandmother, and both of Meredith’s grandmothers are wonderful people) can replace me as her primary caretaker.
I am her Mother. God gave me a tremendous responsibility to raise her. And I am willing to take on that responsibility – and all the day-to-day nitty gritty involved in that responsibility – no matter what the sacrifices.
This is why I’m appalled by extreme feminism – it’s not about what is good for women, or what women want, it’s about an extremist agenda to “reconstruct” the family. Most mothers, in my experience – even the ones who are in the work force – would rather stay home with their children.
As the article says – “Some of the women [Ms. Hirshman] interviewed confirmed her worst fears: they liked being mothers.”
Also, it’s interesting to think about the flaws in Hirshman’s reasoning – if all “intelligent” people are supposed to be in the work force, that means that Ms. Hirshman is suggesting that the next generation should be raised by stupid people.
This is an odd opinion since, modernly, at least in California, there is a huge push for preschool workers to have higher education.
So, I guess that babies and toddlers should be raised by stupid people for the first several years and then, when they are three or four-years-old, they should be suddenly thrown into an environment with the really smart ones!
.....
Love is shown in many ways. One major way it is shown is by investing time.
Looking back at my childhood – where my mother was there for me everyday, making me meals and snacks, working near me when I played, comforting me when I was hurt or upset – I wouldn’t trade that childhood for anything.
I want to give Meredith, and any other children that should come, the gift of my time. I want to give my children the same experience I had growing up – a mother who is there for them every day.
I have a law degree – I don’t tell many people this but I ranked first in my graduating class, I passed the California bar exam on my first attempt. I don’t think I’m the brightest person but don’t think I’m totally stupid either.
At the same time, I willingly gave up my career, working with really smart people in the field of public policy, to stay home and pour my life into my child. I stay home because I want to - not because I have to.
Someday maybe I’ll pick up a full-time career again – after my children are successfully raised – but, for the time being, my job is to teach, guide, cherish, and laugh with my baby while she’s young. ‘Cuz I know she’ll only be young for a short time.
Several years ago I worked temporarily in the legal department of a utilities company. There was one young woman, a mother and an attorney, who always seemed particularly stressed out. She had pictures on her desk of very young, cute, adorable children. She always came in to the office early and left later than me. I always wondered who was with her kids all day. She never seemed very happy. I wondered if working that many hours was really what she wanted for her life or if she felt like she was pressured into it.
“Wow, you’ve had a remarkable career,” is something, yes, that would be nice to hear at the end of my life. But, if I had to choose, I would much rather chuck the career and know that I’d spent countless hours loving on my kids.
In the end, I think that will make the most difference in this world anyway.
No one can raise my child as well as I can because no one loves her like I do.
I am not replaceable in Meredith’s life. Please don’t insult me, Ms. Hirshman, by telling me that any daycare worker (or even a grandmother, and both of Meredith’s grandmothers are wonderful people) can replace me as her primary caretaker.
I am her Mother. God gave me a tremendous responsibility to raise her. And I am willing to take on that responsibility – and all the day-to-day nitty gritty involved in that responsibility – no matter what the sacrifices.
Honda Requiem
I didn’t think it possible but Kevin’s car has died. Aren’t Hondas supposed to live forever?
“I can’t believe I paid for all that extra gas to tow my Honda from California, and now it has died,” said Kevin, ruefully.
It may seem silly but, aside from the practical reasons to be sad about the death of Kevin’s car, we are sad for sentimental reasons as well.
I can’t help but think about all the memories …
We’ve experienced a lot of life – a lot of good times – alongside that little car. It’s the car Kevin had in his bachelor days, when we met. It’s the car we took on our first date. Our honeymoon. All of our early-married travels (Maine to San Francisco). Our contemplative move to California. It’s the car we brought Meredith home from the hospital in.
It’s been a good car for us. Like the mechanic said – “I think you’ve got your money’s worth out of this car.”
The hard part for me right now is I won’t even get to say goodbye. (Doesn’t that sound stupid – it’s not a person, just a car.) It will be towed to the junk yard today and will be gone forever.
Yes, I am sad.
“I can’t believe I paid for all that extra gas to tow my Honda from California, and now it has died,” said Kevin, ruefully.
It may seem silly but, aside from the practical reasons to be sad about the death of Kevin’s car, we are sad for sentimental reasons as well.
I can’t help but think about all the memories …
We’ve experienced a lot of life – a lot of good times – alongside that little car. It’s the car Kevin had in his bachelor days, when we met. It’s the car we took on our first date. Our honeymoon. All of our early-married travels (Maine to San Francisco). Our contemplative move to California. It’s the car we brought Meredith home from the hospital in.
It’s been a good car for us. Like the mechanic said – “I think you’ve got your money’s worth out of this car.”
The hard part for me right now is I won’t even get to say goodbye. (Doesn’t that sound stupid – it’s not a person, just a car.) It will be towed to the junk yard today and will be gone forever.
Yes, I am sad.
Ubiquitous Flowers
Meredith’s favorite new word (next to “gam-pa”) is flower, which she pronounces as “fow-wa.”
Suddenly flowers are appearing everywhere!
She sees them on wall hangings, decorative pillows, clothing, in pots outside, in her picture books. And she always enjoys pointing them out to us.
This morning I could hear her little voice in the other room saying “fow-wa.”
“Yes, Meredith, that’s a flower.”
“OooOOoo … fow-wa.”
“No, Meredith, actually, that’s a strawberry.”
“Fow-wa.”
We’re enjoying being constantly reminded of the beautiful flowers all around …
Suddenly flowers are appearing everywhere!
She sees them on wall hangings, decorative pillows, clothing, in pots outside, in her picture books. And she always enjoys pointing them out to us.
This morning I could hear her little voice in the other room saying “fow-wa.”
“Yes, Meredith, that’s a flower.”
“OooOOoo … fow-wa.”
“No, Meredith, actually, that’s a strawberry.”
“Fow-wa.”
We’re enjoying being constantly reminded of the beautiful flowers all around …
Monday, June 19, 2006
What do you do?
Kevin worked until the wee hours on Saturday morning helping to monitor a ballot recount in some Podunk county two hours south of Indianapolis. An incumbent judge won the primary election by only 20 votes. Kevin came home with interesting stories of small-town politics and all the characters involved. Apparently he enjoyed this opportunity to dabble in election law.
Then he spent the rest of his weekend working to finish his law review note. I decided to have a low-key weekend myself. What do you do when your spouse is working all weekend? I felt guilty to play while he worked. And I also felt like I should stick around and be a moral support of sorts. I did, however, venture out of the house to get a library card. Woo hoo!
Oh, and … today Meredith, Colin, Laura, and I sat outside and watched a storm come in from the west. I can honestly say that, until this point in my life, I’d never sat and watched a storm come in. It was interesting because it affected so many senses - it was something to watch, feel, hear, etc.
It was also interesting because it happened so fast. In about ten minutes it went from sunny to dark clouds, lightning, and pouring rain.
Anyway, I'll have to plan on watching more of these types of things in the future because I thought it was rather cool. It was an experience that could have been easily missed had I not purposed to make time for it.
Then he spent the rest of his weekend working to finish his law review note. I decided to have a low-key weekend myself. What do you do when your spouse is working all weekend? I felt guilty to play while he worked. And I also felt like I should stick around and be a moral support of sorts. I did, however, venture out of the house to get a library card. Woo hoo!
Oh, and … today Meredith, Colin, Laura, and I sat outside and watched a storm come in from the west. I can honestly say that, until this point in my life, I’d never sat and watched a storm come in. It was interesting because it affected so many senses - it was something to watch, feel, hear, etc.
It was also interesting because it happened so fast. In about ten minutes it went from sunny to dark clouds, lightning, and pouring rain.
Anyway, I'll have to plan on watching more of these types of things in the future because I thought it was rather cool. It was an experience that could have been easily missed had I not purposed to make time for it.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Proof
I bring you proof of the “E.T. phone home” craze.
And here’s my baby, sitting on one of the toys I found last Saturday at a garage sale.
And here’s my baby, sitting on one of the toys I found last Saturday at a garage sale.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Rated PG for ... what?
Here's something incredible I heard on talk radio the other day but didn't have time to research it until just now ...
FROM CITIZEN LINK:
Why should parents be forewarned about a Christian film with no sex, violence or raw language?
The Motion Picture Association of America (MPAA) has placed a PG rating on a forthcoming film because it has a Christian message.
Randy Sharp, director of special projects at the American Family Association, said the rating that reviewers gave Facing the Giants was for "thematic elements."
Not only was the rating unwarranted, Sharp said the reasoning behind the rating was just as offensive.
"The MPAA gives a warning to parents about content that may be found offensive," Sharp told CitizenLink. "Usually, a PG rating would include violence or sexual content or profanity. There is none of that during this movie, so the MPAA has basically said, 'We're going to warn parents that it has a Christian theme — and it may be offensive.' "
Sharp said the MPAA has equated Christianity and the Christian message with sex, violence and profanity.
Bob Waliszewski, Focus on the Family's top media reviewer, said the sticking point for the MPAA does appear to have been the film's mention of the Gospel.
"There really isn't anything in this movie that would warrant a PG rating the way we're used to seeing it," he said. "There's nothing. Apparently, it's just because of the conversations about Christ that the coach has."
On a practical level, Waliszewski said he is "kind of glad" the PG rating was placed on this movie — it is one that deserves to be seen and might not get the audience it deserves with a G rating.
"That's because a G rating, for a lot of teenagers, is the kiss of death — 'Oh, I can't go see that!' " he said. "Having a PG rating, although unfair, may actually be a blessing in disguise."
FROM CITIZEN LINK:
Why should parents be forewarned about a Christian film with no sex, violence or raw language?
The Motion Picture Association of America (MPAA) has placed a PG rating on a forthcoming film because it has a Christian message.
Randy Sharp, director of special projects at the American Family Association, said the rating that reviewers gave Facing the Giants was for "thematic elements."
Not only was the rating unwarranted, Sharp said the reasoning behind the rating was just as offensive.
"The MPAA gives a warning to parents about content that may be found offensive," Sharp told CitizenLink. "Usually, a PG rating would include violence or sexual content or profanity. There is none of that during this movie, so the MPAA has basically said, 'We're going to warn parents that it has a Christian theme — and it may be offensive.' "
Sharp said the MPAA has equated Christianity and the Christian message with sex, violence and profanity.
Bob Waliszewski, Focus on the Family's top media reviewer, said the sticking point for the MPAA does appear to have been the film's mention of the Gospel.
"There really isn't anything in this movie that would warrant a PG rating the way we're used to seeing it," he said. "There's nothing. Apparently, it's just because of the conversations about Christ that the coach has."
On a practical level, Waliszewski said he is "kind of glad" the PG rating was placed on this movie — it is one that deserves to be seen and might not get the audience it deserves with a G rating.
"That's because a G rating, for a lot of teenagers, is the kiss of death — 'Oh, I can't go see that!' " he said. "Having a PG rating, although unfair, may actually be a blessing in disguise."
Da Vinci Discussion
Last night a group from our church went to see the Da Vinci Code for the purpose of discussing it afterwards.
We talked about why it is a story that is so appealing to a vast number of individuals. It’s a plot that allures the rebel in people who like to go against the establishment. It’s a plot that entices conspiracy theorists. And it’s a plot that attracts people who are looking for a way to appease their consciences by jiving Jesus with unencumbered sexuality and extreme feminism.
It was also pointed out last night how there were efforts by Dan Brown to intentionally mislead people – showing he is committed more to his agenda than to uncovering truth. For instance, Brown used a quote by Da Vinci to infer that large groups of people are being led astray and are fools for believing in the incarnation. In reality, the Da Vinci quote was concerning the subject of alchemy.
We talked about how unbelievable the movie is. You would think that, unless you’re very naïve and believe every whim you hear, or you’re already looking for a reason to not believe in Christ’s claims, it would be unfathomable to take the Da Vinci Code as anything more than a fantasy.
I was particularly bothered by how Christianity – especially when you compare it to other world religions – was portrayed as anti-woman when the Bible specifically equates men and women as joint-heirs with God.
Honestly, I really didn’t enjoy the movie at all. As is the general consensus, the acting was bad and the plot was hokey. There wasn’t even any redeeming value as far as sheer entertainment is concerned.
The most significant reason I wasn’t able to enjoy it, however, was because my spirit was troubled the entire time I watched it. It was a feeling akin to the times when I’ve seen a movie with spiritism or ouija boards, etc. Things like that bother me more than anything else because they’re dark and satanic.
The Da Vinci Code was specifically designed to mock and discount the most important Truth ever known to mankind. My spirit was affected by that last night. It was something I couldn’t escape.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Highlights
Ooooops. Guess who’s been a delinquent blogger lately? I must confess that I did try sometime mid-last week but blogger was down. :-/
Here are some of the highlights of our life this past week.
- I got a free Starbucks’ coffee because I’m related to Colin. (I just knew living in Indiana would have its benefits!) When I pulled up to the drive-thru to pay, Colin playfully popped his head out from behind the patio in front of the store where he was studying. I was surprised to see him and laughed out loud. When the cashier raised her eyebrows I told her that Colin is my brother-in-law. She said, “Oh, well, if you’re related to him, it’s on the house.” I’m sure I won’t be able to abuse this privilege. But, needless to say, it made my day!
- Meredith learned how to say “E.T.” Never in my wildest dreams did I think that one of my daughter’s first words would be E.T. And I blame it entirely on Kevin. Every time Meredith randomly points her finger into the air (which is frequently), he takes his finger and touches hers and says, “E.T. phone home.” Now she points her finger, smiles, and says, “E.T.” Sheesh.
- Our pastor’s wife gave me a very lovely welcome-to-the-church Tea Party, comprised of scones and authentic British tea. She’s lived in Scotland for the past few years – so, she knows how to do it right.
- I spent a fun afternoon with Alaina, helping to organize her nursery – they’re leaving for Kazakhstan soon to adopt two children. We're so glad we can be a part of this exciting time in their life!
- Kevin has started studying already! I don’t think I’m ready yet to be the wife of a student … but I’d better hurry and get ready! He’s participating in a write-in competition to be on law review and the deadline is Monday. He’s been complaining how stupid he thinks the question is and how the cases and statues he was given don’t even support what he’s supposed to write about. So (need I say it?) there are motivation issues.
- I went major garage sale shopping on Saturday. You know you’re a “serious” garage saler when you don’t even get a shower before leaving the house and your pockets are filled with quarters and one dollar bills.
- On Saturday we also went to a Home-A-Rama. I had never been to one of these before and it was awesome! I love interior design so I spent the entire time in awe. The homes were amazing. It was fun to see what the new trends are. One of the homes had a half-court basketball gym in the basement! Now, wouldn’t that be cool? It’s fun to dream!
- We went out twice for house hunting purposes (not counting the Home-A-Rama, of course). We’re making progress but haven’t yet decided exactly what we’re going to do. The house we’re leaning toward purchasing most likely has a flooring issue (i.e, the floor is not completely level). Kevin’s dad is a civil engineer and he is optimistic we can fix it. We’ll see …
Here are some of the highlights of our life this past week.
- I got a free Starbucks’ coffee because I’m related to Colin. (I just knew living in Indiana would have its benefits!) When I pulled up to the drive-thru to pay, Colin playfully popped his head out from behind the patio in front of the store where he was studying. I was surprised to see him and laughed out loud. When the cashier raised her eyebrows I told her that Colin is my brother-in-law. She said, “Oh, well, if you’re related to him, it’s on the house.” I’m sure I won’t be able to abuse this privilege. But, needless to say, it made my day!
- Meredith learned how to say “E.T.” Never in my wildest dreams did I think that one of my daughter’s first words would be E.T. And I blame it entirely on Kevin. Every time Meredith randomly points her finger into the air (which is frequently), he takes his finger and touches hers and says, “E.T. phone home.” Now she points her finger, smiles, and says, “E.T.” Sheesh.
- Our pastor’s wife gave me a very lovely welcome-to-the-church Tea Party, comprised of scones and authentic British tea. She’s lived in Scotland for the past few years – so, she knows how to do it right.
- I spent a fun afternoon with Alaina, helping to organize her nursery – they’re leaving for Kazakhstan soon to adopt two children. We're so glad we can be a part of this exciting time in their life!
- Kevin has started studying already! I don’t think I’m ready yet to be the wife of a student … but I’d better hurry and get ready! He’s participating in a write-in competition to be on law review and the deadline is Monday. He’s been complaining how stupid he thinks the question is and how the cases and statues he was given don’t even support what he’s supposed to write about. So (need I say it?) there are motivation issues.
- I went major garage sale shopping on Saturday. You know you’re a “serious” garage saler when you don’t even get a shower before leaving the house and your pockets are filled with quarters and one dollar bills.
- On Saturday we also went to a Home-A-Rama. I had never been to one of these before and it was awesome! I love interior design so I spent the entire time in awe. The homes were amazing. It was fun to see what the new trends are. One of the homes had a half-court basketball gym in the basement! Now, wouldn’t that be cool? It’s fun to dream!
- We went out twice for house hunting purposes (not counting the Home-A-Rama, of course). We’re making progress but haven’t yet decided exactly what we’re going to do. The house we’re leaning toward purchasing most likely has a flooring issue (i.e, the floor is not completely level). Kevin’s dad is a civil engineer and he is optimistic we can fix it. We’ll see …
Monday, June 05, 2006
Newspaper ink on my hands …
Kevin’s family takes the daily newspaper. Every morning at breakfast the paper gets divvied up and spread across the table so various family members can read various sections. Often I’ll come downstairs and find still-sleepy-eyed family members, in their pajamas, munching on toast and reading the paper.
In the past I’ve never thought it worthwhile to pay for the newspaper to be delivered when you can get it for free online. But I think I’m starting to change my mind about that. There’s something quite nice about sitting comfortably at your breakfast table and reading the local news from a medium that doesn’t beam light into your eyes.
Reading the paper simultaneously with other people is also kind of fun. It’s truly a bonding experience. Especially when Laura exclaims, “Look at this!” Or Colin announces that some company’s stocks are doing well. Or Shannon starts a crossword puzzle and everyone else decides to join-in too.
This past week there was a particularly interesting local news story – a tragic case of mistaken identity at the coroner’s office. Check it out if you have time.
In the past I’ve never thought it worthwhile to pay for the newspaper to be delivered when you can get it for free online. But I think I’m starting to change my mind about that. There’s something quite nice about sitting comfortably at your breakfast table and reading the local news from a medium that doesn’t beam light into your eyes.
Reading the paper simultaneously with other people is also kind of fun. It’s truly a bonding experience. Especially when Laura exclaims, “Look at this!” Or Colin announces that some company’s stocks are doing well. Or Shannon starts a crossword puzzle and everyone else decides to join-in too.
This past week there was a particularly interesting local news story – a tragic case of mistaken identity at the coroner’s office. Check it out if you have time.
Summer Company
On Friday evening nearly 30 people came to dinner. I was the official “chopper” of the party, I think. I’ve never chopped so many onions and peppers in all my life. The food was good, so it was worth it in the end – although it took nearly a full day for my hand and wrist to recover.
Then, when company came on Saturday night to help us eat leftovers, I was very amused by Kevin’s juggling capabilities. He never told me he could juggle so well! I watched him entertain some little kids by tossing balls in the air and then tossing them under his legs. It was quite impressive.
The weather has been beautiful here lately so we’ve been getting lots of good use and enjoyment out of the deck and backyard. Hopefully these pleasant evenings will continue …
I still haven’t spotted any fireflies (a.k.a. lightning bugs) yet. But I’m optimistic that I’ll be seeing one any day now.
Then, when company came on Saturday night to help us eat leftovers, I was very amused by Kevin’s juggling capabilities. He never told me he could juggle so well! I watched him entertain some little kids by tossing balls in the air and then tossing them under his legs. It was quite impressive.
The weather has been beautiful here lately so we’ve been getting lots of good use and enjoyment out of the deck and backyard. Hopefully these pleasant evenings will continue …
I still haven’t spotted any fireflies (a.k.a. lightning bugs) yet. But I’m optimistic that I’ll be seeing one any day now.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Adjusting
Several friends have asked me if I’ve adjusted to living in a new community yet. I think my answer to that is yes and no. I feel comfortable in my new routine but I know that we’re still in transition. Until we have our own place, it’s hard to really feel settled. But for the fact that Kevin goes to work every day, and but for the days when I’m steeped in laundry and ironing, in many ways it seems like we’re still on vacation!
We were hoping to look at some houses this weekend but the realtor we contacted won’t be available until Monday. So, until then, I’m doing a lot of looking online. It’s kinda fun to buy a house, actually. (Whereas, selling a house is a royal pain.) This is the second time for us. As long as you don’t let yourself look at all the houses you can’t afford, it’s kinda fun to look at the ones you think might be possibilities ... imagining what you can do to make it your own place … where your furniture will go … etc. I’m especially enjoying the price tags I see on all these homes here in the mid-west. Coming from California, it’s a breath of fresh air.
In the meantime, I’m starting to think about Meredith’s first birthday. I think I’m going to make her a Hello Kitty cake. Fun, fun, fun!
We were hoping to look at some houses this weekend but the realtor we contacted won’t be available until Monday. So, until then, I’m doing a lot of looking online. It’s kinda fun to buy a house, actually. (Whereas, selling a house is a royal pain.) This is the second time for us. As long as you don’t let yourself look at all the houses you can’t afford, it’s kinda fun to look at the ones you think might be possibilities ... imagining what you can do to make it your own place … where your furniture will go … etc. I’m especially enjoying the price tags I see on all these homes here in the mid-west. Coming from California, it’s a breath of fresh air.
In the meantime, I’m starting to think about Meredith’s first birthday. I think I’m going to make her a Hello Kitty cake. Fun, fun, fun!
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Wedding Weekend
Now that it’s Wednesday, I’m finally getting around to posting this picture. Sigh …
Despite the drive (it’s going to be a very long time before I agree to go on another road trip, especially with a baby in the backseat), we had a wonderful time at Ken and Courtney’s wedding in Virginia. It was great to be there to commemorate the occasion – and also to see so many old friends!
Congrats to the happy couple!
Despite the drive (it’s going to be a very long time before I agree to go on another road trip, especially with a baby in the backseat), we had a wonderful time at Ken and Courtney’s wedding in Virginia. It was great to be there to commemorate the occasion – and also to see so many old friends!
Congrats to the happy couple!
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Now I know why ...
Now I know why a Hoosier’s best friend is weather.com. In California, all you have to do is glance out the window and you know approximately how cold it is by the clouds and the color of the sky. If it's raining, it's cold, for instance.
In Indiana, these rules do not apply.
Today I looked out the window and it “looked cold” to me. But, when I went outside it was warm. How is one supposed to know how to dress unless they’re either willing to risk it or go to weather.com?
Oh, and get this, the other day we looked out the kitchen window and it was sunny. Then, we looked out a window on the other side of the house and it was pouring rain. It was raining on one side of the house and sunny on the other. I’ve never seen such a thing in all my life.
Craziness.
In Indiana, these rules do not apply.
Today I looked out the window and it “looked cold” to me. But, when I went outside it was warm. How is one supposed to know how to dress unless they’re either willing to risk it or go to weather.com?
Oh, and get this, the other day we looked out the kitchen window and it was sunny. Then, we looked out a window on the other side of the house and it was pouring rain. It was raining on one side of the house and sunny on the other. I’ve never seen such a thing in all my life.
Craziness.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
What Was Right for Her
One woman’s story on becoming a single mom. I thought this was interesting, especially after reading the comments. Several of them indicated that this woman “did what was exactly right for her.” This is telling of our modern culture and how truth is not deemed absolute but relative. Each person must find their own truth.
Little Tunes
Meredith has learned to sing the first part of “Row, Row, Row Your Boat” (the “Row, Row, Row” part) and she sings it constantly. It’s become quite the entertainment around the house. We start singing it and then she’ll start singing it. Or, out of the blue, she’ll start singing it and, when we join-in, she’ll break into smiles. Last night Kevin played it on the piano, and she started singing it. Then he played the Alphabet Song and she started singing that. Only, the letters don’t sound exactly right.
When your child enters the world, you wonder what she’ll be like and what she’ll love. It’s been fun to watch Meredith express herself musically and be interested in songs and the piano.
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Meredith has also recently learned that all of the dolls, teddy bears and human beings around the house have eyes. She seems amazed with this fact. She'll randomly say "eye" and point to a doll's eye. Or, she'll randomly say "eye," reach for you, and nearly gouge your eye out.
When your child enters the world, you wonder what she’ll be like and what she’ll love. It’s been fun to watch Meredith express herself musically and be interested in songs and the piano.
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Meredith has also recently learned that all of the dolls, teddy bears and human beings around the house have eyes. She seems amazed with this fact. She'll randomly say "eye" and point to a doll's eye. Or, she'll randomly say "eye," reach for you, and nearly gouge your eye out.
Monday, May 22, 2006
Impressions
Since moving here to Indianapolis, Kevin and I have been attending a church plant on the west side. Two things we’ve really appreciated are the love of the congregation and the humility of the pastor.
Thursday night the pastor came over to talk with Kevin’s parents about how things are going and ask about their thoughts on his last series of sermons. (We haven’t been here long enough to really discuss the past series of sermons with him.)
I’ve never heard of a pastor specifically seeking out his congregation’s opinions of his sermons. Yes, many pastors regularly visit their congregation as a part of keeping the flock accountable. But, in my observation, rarely do pastors open themselves up to this type of critique.
In scripture, the Bereans were commended for searching scriptures to see if what the preacher said was true (Acts 17:11) – and all Christians should do that to make sure they are not being led astray by false doctrine. But, how rare is it for a pastor to specifically ask about your thoughts on his sermons?
I can imagine that, as a pastor, when you prepare your sermons, you feel strongly that you are speaking God’s word as He is leading you. You fear God – and not man – so, therefore, it doesn’t really matter what men think of your sermons. I can also imagine that many pastors don’t want to expose themselves and be vulnerable to criticism from laypeople. They probably get it often enough without openly seeking it out!
Anyway, I sat in on part of the visit and was really impressed with the humility and sincerity displayed by our pastor. I was impressed by the open dialogue and his willingness to engage in ideas and be teachable – even though he’s the teacher.
Thursday night the pastor came over to talk with Kevin’s parents about how things are going and ask about their thoughts on his last series of sermons. (We haven’t been here long enough to really discuss the past series of sermons with him.)
I’ve never heard of a pastor specifically seeking out his congregation’s opinions of his sermons. Yes, many pastors regularly visit their congregation as a part of keeping the flock accountable. But, in my observation, rarely do pastors open themselves up to this type of critique.
In scripture, the Bereans were commended for searching scriptures to see if what the preacher said was true (Acts 17:11) – and all Christians should do that to make sure they are not being led astray by false doctrine. But, how rare is it for a pastor to specifically ask about your thoughts on his sermons?
I can imagine that, as a pastor, when you prepare your sermons, you feel strongly that you are speaking God’s word as He is leading you. You fear God – and not man – so, therefore, it doesn’t really matter what men think of your sermons. I can also imagine that many pastors don’t want to expose themselves and be vulnerable to criticism from laypeople. They probably get it often enough without openly seeking it out!
Anyway, I sat in on part of the visit and was really impressed with the humility and sincerity displayed by our pastor. I was impressed by the open dialogue and his willingness to engage in ideas and be teachable – even though he’s the teacher.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Confessions of a Coerced Early Bird
I was up later than usual last night. Did I want to get up at 5:42 this morning? No. But, a little girl whose name starts with an “M” decided that was a very good time to start her day.
I’ve discovered that I really can’t think very coherently after about 8 o’clock at night. (Whether or not I can think coherently at any other given time is also debatable.)
Last night I had a conversation with someone about euthanasia, in the context of Million Dollar Baby. There were some things that I couldn’t articulate last night – but I happened to have some spare time to mull them over again at 5:42 this morning.
What happened in Million Dollar Baby, no matter how sorry people felt for Maggie or how much they could rationalize the actions of Frankie, is murder. (There was an active participation in death as opposed to a mere refusal of treatment.)
It should also be noted that people who experience a sudden disability often go through a prolonged period of depression.
According to the National Council on Disability:
“When a person is not born with a disability, the onset of a substantially impairing condition and the awareness of one's new physical or mental limitations usually come as a blow to a person's self-image and psychological balance. Disabilities that are the result of violence, accident, or illness usually are accompanied by additional emotional repercussions. The inception of disabilities is often associated with a period of hospitalization or other intense medical intervention that adds additional disorientation. Pain and medication may take an additional toll on emotional equilibrium. Family members and friends may be devastated by what has happened and find it hard to relate to the individual in ways they normally did in the past. Neither the individual with the new disability nor friends and family members may have any idea how people adapt to such a condition, any concept of rehabilitation possibilities, nor a clue that many people are living fulfilling and joyful lives with the same or even more severe conditions. To a person newly confronted with the realization that he or she has a disability, it may appear that the ‘whole world has been turned upside down.’ Strong feelings of fear, helplessness, anger, sadness, shame, and confusion are common.
“It is typical, therefore, for people who have recently been confronted with a disability to experience a period of disorientation and depression. … Most people with disabilities gradually come to accept and live constructively with their disabilities.”
On a policy level, I don’t think it’s ever appropriate for society to permit people to kill other people. Depressed people need help – not friends and doctors who will kill them when they are experiencing an emotional low.
On a personal level, I would hope that, should someone I know and love become disabled, they would allow me (and others in their life) to show them how much I love them and how valuable I think their life is, despite the disability. I would hope that person in my life would, over time, find reasons to live and learn to adapt and love life again despite the hardships.
God has numbered our days. He is in control of all things. He gives grace to endure all things. He is the one who gives life and takes it.
I’ve discovered that I really can’t think very coherently after about 8 o’clock at night. (Whether or not I can think coherently at any other given time is also debatable.)
Last night I had a conversation with someone about euthanasia, in the context of Million Dollar Baby. There were some things that I couldn’t articulate last night – but I happened to have some spare time to mull them over again at 5:42 this morning.
What happened in Million Dollar Baby, no matter how sorry people felt for Maggie or how much they could rationalize the actions of Frankie, is murder. (There was an active participation in death as opposed to a mere refusal of treatment.)
It should also be noted that people who experience a sudden disability often go through a prolonged period of depression.
According to the National Council on Disability:
“When a person is not born with a disability, the onset of a substantially impairing condition and the awareness of one's new physical or mental limitations usually come as a blow to a person's self-image and psychological balance. Disabilities that are the result of violence, accident, or illness usually are accompanied by additional emotional repercussions. The inception of disabilities is often associated with a period of hospitalization or other intense medical intervention that adds additional disorientation. Pain and medication may take an additional toll on emotional equilibrium. Family members and friends may be devastated by what has happened and find it hard to relate to the individual in ways they normally did in the past. Neither the individual with the new disability nor friends and family members may have any idea how people adapt to such a condition, any concept of rehabilitation possibilities, nor a clue that many people are living fulfilling and joyful lives with the same or even more severe conditions. To a person newly confronted with the realization that he or she has a disability, it may appear that the ‘whole world has been turned upside down.’ Strong feelings of fear, helplessness, anger, sadness, shame, and confusion are common.
“It is typical, therefore, for people who have recently been confronted with a disability to experience a period of disorientation and depression. … Most people with disabilities gradually come to accept and live constructively with their disabilities.”
On a policy level, I don’t think it’s ever appropriate for society to permit people to kill other people. Depressed people need help – not friends and doctors who will kill them when they are experiencing an emotional low.
On a personal level, I would hope that, should someone I know and love become disabled, they would allow me (and others in their life) to show them how much I love them and how valuable I think their life is, despite the disability. I would hope that person in my life would, over time, find reasons to live and learn to adapt and love life again despite the hardships.
God has numbered our days. He is in control of all things. He gives grace to endure all things. He is the one who gives life and takes it.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Little Birdwatcher
Meredith has a new passion since arriving in Indiana. She is now an avid birdwatcher. Grandma has some birdseed and a birdbath outside the kitchen window and Meredith squeals, and furiously kicks her arms and legs, every time she spots a bird fluttering across the deck to eat or bathe.
And, I must admit, I’ve enjoyed a little bird watching myself. I’m amazed at all the different kinds of birds that fly through the backyard – all different shapes, colors and sizes. Who knew there could be so many different kinds of birds all in one backyard? Now, if I could only learn their names!
In other news …
The buyers of our house (escrow should hopefully close later this week) are being total jerks. I’m glad we’ll never have to meet them face-to-face. We’ve also been a little disappointed at how our realtor has handled things. He’s been a little, shall we say, “WEAK” in dealing with them. This has resulted in us (well, okay, Kevin) being more involved in decision making and figuring things out. I’m very proud of my husband for his handling of all of this. He’s been very wise, very direct, and very articulate in dealing with this matter. I’m especially glad that he reads the fine print in everything before he signs it! (I probably would not do this, even though I went to law school and should know better.) I needed a man like him in my life!
Kevin seems to be enjoying his new job. So, that’s good.
As for me, I feel like I’ve been in a fog for the last couple weeks. I’m really hoping I snap out of this soon! Frankly, I haven’t felt like writing, engaging, or doing much of anything lately. I’m freaking myself out. That’s definitely not the normal-Amy.
And, I must admit, I’ve enjoyed a little bird watching myself. I’m amazed at all the different kinds of birds that fly through the backyard – all different shapes, colors and sizes. Who knew there could be so many different kinds of birds all in one backyard? Now, if I could only learn their names!
In other news …
The buyers of our house (escrow should hopefully close later this week) are being total jerks. I’m glad we’ll never have to meet them face-to-face. We’ve also been a little disappointed at how our realtor has handled things. He’s been a little, shall we say, “WEAK” in dealing with them. This has resulted in us (well, okay, Kevin) being more involved in decision making and figuring things out. I’m very proud of my husband for his handling of all of this. He’s been very wise, very direct, and very articulate in dealing with this matter. I’m especially glad that he reads the fine print in everything before he signs it! (I probably would not do this, even though I went to law school and should know better.) I needed a man like him in my life!
Kevin seems to be enjoying his new job. So, that’s good.
As for me, I feel like I’ve been in a fog for the last couple weeks. I’m really hoping I snap out of this soon! Frankly, I haven’t felt like writing, engaging, or doing much of anything lately. I’m freaking myself out. That’s definitely not the normal-Amy.
Thought Police in Boulder
This coming Tuesday, the Boulder City Council will consider allocating public funding for a “hate hotline,” which would give residents an opportunity to report incidents in which other residents use offensive language.
So, if you live in Boulder and feel someone has said something “hateful” – or perhaps you are simply offended by what someone has said – you might soon be able to report them to the authorities.
I’m shocked and appalled that the "Thought Police" concept seems to be coming true in America. If people are not allowed to speak their own minds, according to the dictates of their own conscience, even when what’s on their mind is not very "nice," how can we be assured that the Bill of Rights applies to us anymore?
If a “hate hotline” is established in Boulder, it will inevitably be used to stifle the speech of persons with sincerely-held religious convictions.
So, if you live in Boulder and feel someone has said something “hateful” – or perhaps you are simply offended by what someone has said – you might soon be able to report them to the authorities.
I’m shocked and appalled that the "Thought Police" concept seems to be coming true in America. If people are not allowed to speak their own minds, according to the dictates of their own conscience, even when what’s on their mind is not very "nice," how can we be assured that the Bill of Rights applies to us anymore?
If a “hate hotline” is established in Boulder, it will inevitably be used to stifle the speech of persons with sincerely-held religious convictions.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Mom's Day
Since arriving in Indiana, it’s been hard to find spare time for blogging. There’s always something going on or someone to talk with. This makes the days fly by! I’m sure once we get settled in our own place things will slow down a bit …
Yesterday was my first Mother’s Day as a mom. It was weird – a day for me but it wasn't my birthday.
We spent most of the day driving home from SC but Kevin tried to make it special. When I first woke up, I had forgotten that it was Mother’s Day. Then Kevin brought Meredith to the bed – she was holding a card for me. It was sweet.
I am a very blessed woman. I love my little family very much. Mother's Day is a time to honor moms. But I feel so honored just to be a mom!
Yesterday was my first Mother’s Day as a mom. It was weird – a day for me but it wasn't my birthday.
We spent most of the day driving home from SC but Kevin tried to make it special. When I first woke up, I had forgotten that it was Mother’s Day. Then Kevin brought Meredith to the bed – she was holding a card for me. It was sweet.
I am a very blessed woman. I love my little family very much. Mother's Day is a time to honor moms. But I feel so honored just to be a mom!
Friday, May 12, 2006
'Cuz we needed more bugs on our windshield ...
If you can believe it, yesterday we were crazy enough to get in the car AGAIN, this time heading to South Carolina.
At the end of my life, when I look back on the year 2006, it will probably be one big hazy memory of never-ending roadways. [Kevin told me that by the end of the month, when we expect to take another long road trip, we will have driven more than 6,000 miles within a six-week period.]
Right now I’m typing this blog post from a hotel in Greenville, the Bob Jones mecca. One of Kevin’s boyhood friends is getting married tomorrow – in the chapel at the University – and Kevin is a groomsman.
It’s been a while since I’ve been to The South – I don’t think Northern Virginia counts as “The South.” All day long, as we’ve toured the city, thick southern accents have been vibrating in my ear.
I kinda like southern accents. Accents are cool – except for some, which are annoying.
Greenville is an impressive town, I think. We really enjoyed the downtown area and Falls Park is a rather relaxing place to kill an afternoon.
When will my life begin to settle down? When will things be “normal” again? I’m thinking it’s going to be a while yet.
“Normal” is boring until, suddenly, nothing is normal. Then, normal is a lot more appealing.
At the end of my life, when I look back on the year 2006, it will probably be one big hazy memory of never-ending roadways. [Kevin told me that by the end of the month, when we expect to take another long road trip, we will have driven more than 6,000 miles within a six-week period.]
Right now I’m typing this blog post from a hotel in Greenville, the Bob Jones mecca. One of Kevin’s boyhood friends is getting married tomorrow – in the chapel at the University – and Kevin is a groomsman.
It’s been a while since I’ve been to The South – I don’t think Northern Virginia counts as “The South.” All day long, as we’ve toured the city, thick southern accents have been vibrating in my ear.
I kinda like southern accents. Accents are cool – except for some, which are annoying.
Greenville is an impressive town, I think. We really enjoyed the downtown area and Falls Park is a rather relaxing place to kill an afternoon.
When will my life begin to settle down? When will things be “normal” again? I’m thinking it’s going to be a while yet.
“Normal” is boring until, suddenly, nothing is normal. Then, normal is a lot more appealing.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Another answer to prayer ...
While we were eating dinner last night, Kev’s cell phone rang. It was a partner of a law firm here in town calling to offer him a job starting Monday!
Kevin is really excited about working with this particular firm. There are really good people at this firm and he will be able to do the type of work he was hoping to do.
We’re very grateful for God’s provisions – He does abundantly above all we can ask or think. We’re also very grateful for the friends God has placed in our lives to encourage us and help in this job-seeking process (thanks especially to Andrew)!
When we first arrived here in town, we were down about our house not selling and anxious about Kevin finding a good job. God provided both of those things for us in less than one week! He is good.
Kevin is really excited about working with this particular firm. There are really good people at this firm and he will be able to do the type of work he was hoping to do.
We’re very grateful for God’s provisions – He does abundantly above all we can ask or think. We’re also very grateful for the friends God has placed in our lives to encourage us and help in this job-seeking process (thanks especially to Andrew)!
When we first arrived here in town, we were down about our house not selling and anxious about Kevin finding a good job. God provided both of those things for us in less than one week! He is good.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
How "Tolerance" is Defined
Webster’s defines tolerance as “sympathy or indulgence for beliefs or practices differing from or conflicting with one's own.”
Legislation recently introduced in California (AB 1056) to push tolerance education in public schools defines tolerance as “attitudes and behaviors that convey respect toward individuals and groups, especially those individuals and groups that have been, and continue to be, systematically and historically marginalized. Tolerance does not mean a passive allowance or indulgence of the beliefs or practices of another individual.” [Emphasis supplied.]
In other words, all children must show an active respect for controversial sexual lifestyles, regardless of what their parents or religious beliefs dictate.
The modern definition of tolerance is not merely allowing for others’ beliefs. Rather, your own beliefs must be reconstructed to fully embrace, accept, and respect others’ beliefs.
Legislation recently introduced in California (AB 1056) to push tolerance education in public schools defines tolerance as “attitudes and behaviors that convey respect toward individuals and groups, especially those individuals and groups that have been, and continue to be, systematically and historically marginalized. Tolerance does not mean a passive allowance or indulgence of the beliefs or practices of another individual.” [Emphasis supplied.]
In other words, all children must show an active respect for controversial sexual lifestyles, regardless of what their parents or religious beliefs dictate.
The modern definition of tolerance is not merely allowing for others’ beliefs. Rather, your own beliefs must be reconstructed to fully embrace, accept, and respect others’ beliefs.
Friday, May 05, 2006
We have a contract!
Within seconds of returning our moving truck to the Penske rental company, our realtor called us to tell us that we had an offer on our house. We submitted a counter-offer, with some slight modifications, and that was accepted last night. So, now we have a contract for sale. Escrow opened today. And, the buyers want to move into the house in eight days and close escrow three days later! (This is the fastest escrow I’ve ever heard of.) As you can imagine, this is a big relief to us.
As we crossed the country, heading toward our new home, I wondered if leaving our house before it sold was a stupid thing or a step of faith. Even though a lot of people would think that type of a risk is really dumb, I always had a peace about it.
It’s funny because my typical attitude toward life these last few years has been a calm one. And that hasn’t always been my nature. I think it’s because I’ve consistently seen God be faithful to me throughout my whole life – even when things look bleak, He always takes care of us.
This doesn’t mean I don’t get anxious about things (or that there won’t be times of hardship) … but generally speaking I’ve come to worry a lot less about circumstances in my life. I’ve come to realize, more and more, that God controls all human events and works everything out for our ultimate good.
I hope all my life I can say, along with Job, “Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.”
As we crossed the country, heading toward our new home, I wondered if leaving our house before it sold was a stupid thing or a step of faith. Even though a lot of people would think that type of a risk is really dumb, I always had a peace about it.
It’s funny because my typical attitude toward life these last few years has been a calm one. And that hasn’t always been my nature. I think it’s because I’ve consistently seen God be faithful to me throughout my whole life – even when things look bleak, He always takes care of us.
This doesn’t mean I don’t get anxious about things (or that there won’t be times of hardship) … but generally speaking I’ve come to worry a lot less about circumstances in my life. I’ve come to realize, more and more, that God controls all human events and works everything out for our ultimate good.
I hope all my life I can say, along with Job, “Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.”
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Monday, May 01, 2006
Lakes and Dells
First, lakes.
Today we drove through the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes. We only counted 31, so apparently there are 9,969 more lakes that aren’t right off of Interstate 94. (There was some dispute over whether some of the 31 lakes qualified as a “lake.” I thought they were all “lakes,” but Kevin said he thought some of them were just flooded fields and marshes.)
Seriously, I think Minnesota is a beautiful state. Lots of trees and green rolling hills.
Second, dells.
We are currently staying overnight in Wisconsin Dells, WI. To be honest, we weren’t even sure what a “dell” was exactly – except we know that some farmer lives in one.
When we drove into “downtown” Wisconsin Dells to get dinner, it looked like a mini-Las Vegas strip with a Ripley’s and lots of “horror houses.”
So, we surmised that the dells must be the major tourist attraction, if not the only one, in central Wisconsin.
Fortunately the restaurant we ate in had lots and lots of pictures of the “dells.” So, now we are enlightened.
Tomorrow we arrive at our destination – Indianapolis. Hooray! Our vacation has been fun but living out of suitcases and staying in hotels is getting very old.
Today we drove through the Land of Ten Thousand Lakes. We only counted 31, so apparently there are 9,969 more lakes that aren’t right off of Interstate 94. (There was some dispute over whether some of the 31 lakes qualified as a “lake.” I thought they were all “lakes,” but Kevin said he thought some of them were just flooded fields and marshes.)
Seriously, I think Minnesota is a beautiful state. Lots of trees and green rolling hills.
Second, dells.
We are currently staying overnight in Wisconsin Dells, WI. To be honest, we weren’t even sure what a “dell” was exactly – except we know that some farmer lives in one.
When we drove into “downtown” Wisconsin Dells to get dinner, it looked like a mini-Las Vegas strip with a Ripley’s and lots of “horror houses.”
So, we surmised that the dells must be the major tourist attraction, if not the only one, in central Wisconsin.
Fortunately the restaurant we ate in had lots and lots of pictures of the “dells.” So, now we are enlightened.
Tomorrow we arrive at our destination – Indianapolis. Hooray! Our vacation has been fun but living out of suitcases and staying in hotels is getting very old.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
A Milestone
Today was a milestone for Kev. After crossing the North Dakota state line, he has now officially been to all states in the continental U.S. Yay!
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Eastward Ho
Well, I didn’t get the request for more “action shots” until tonight so … sorry!
This trip has really been amazing, if you can’t tell from the pictures themselves. Every day has been so different – the scenery has been very diverse and we’ve enjoyed everything from the big city to no-man’s-land.
We stayed in Coeur d’Alene on Thursday evening at the Turneys' lovely home. They have awesome views of the lake from their house.
Then, we spent all of Friday driving through western Montana. We are pleased to report that the Big Sky state truly does live up to its name. The panoramic views were incredible.
On Saturday (today) we toured Yellowstone National Park. I think my favorite part was all the wildlife. Bison and elk were all over the place. The bald eagles were also amazing.
Meredith has been such a trooper! She pretty much hates her car seat by now but who blames her for that? She’s been so good to take all her naps in her car seat, stroller, or daddy’s backpack depending on what we’re doing. The pics below are of her at a restaurant and then with daddy looking at chipmunks at a rest stop.
Tomorrow we’re headed to North Dakota. Yahoo!
This trip has really been amazing, if you can’t tell from the pictures themselves. Every day has been so different – the scenery has been very diverse and we’ve enjoyed everything from the big city to no-man’s-land.
We stayed in Coeur d’Alene on Thursday evening at the Turneys' lovely home. They have awesome views of the lake from their house.
Then, we spent all of Friday driving through western Montana. We are pleased to report that the Big Sky state truly does live up to its name. The panoramic views were incredible.
On Saturday (today) we toured Yellowstone National Park. I think my favorite part was all the wildlife. Bison and elk were all over the place. The bald eagles were also amazing.
Meredith has been such a trooper! She pretty much hates her car seat by now but who blames her for that? She’s been so good to take all her naps in her car seat, stroller, or daddy’s backpack depending on what we’re doing. The pics below are of her at a restaurant and then with daddy looking at chipmunks at a rest stop.
Tomorrow we’re headed to North Dakota. Yahoo!
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Evergreen Travels
The Reitzes in Olympia (capitol in the background). We had a great visit with friends!
The whole Olympia gang.
Kevin and Meredith on the ferry to Seattle. I told Kevin that he should handcuff me to our car and then I would feel like Ashley Judd in “Double Jeopardy.”
Amy, on the ferry, with the Seattle skyline in the background.
Pike Place Market. I didn’t realize how cool this would be. I think it ultimately came down to the fact that there was so much wonderful FOOD. Have I mentioned that I love food?! We bought handmade cheese, sausage, fresh bread, and an orange that tasted like candy!
Amy enjoying a mocha at the original Starbucks. This is where it all started, folks.
Meredith on top of Seattle. We enjoyed a great view from the tallest building in Seattle, where we looked down on the space needle and the rest of the city. It was a good way to end a perfect gray day in Seattle.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Up the coast ...
We now have a new definition of what constitutions a decent hotel room. Let me give you a piece of friendly advice – NEVER STAY AT THE ECONO LODGE IN CRESCENT CITY, CALIFORNIA.
Although we usually have good luck, you just never know with those online “deals.”
This place was a total dump. We were tempted to take a loss and find a hotel elsewhere but I convinced Kevin that, in the end, it would still be better than camping.
Kevin’s first words once we decided to go ahead and stay at the hotel in Crescent City: “Let’s hurry and go to sleep so we can wake up and go somewhere else!”
The funny thing is, tonight we’re staying at an awesome place across from the beach in Lincoln City, OR – and it’s cheaper than last night’s lodging. (I just don’t get it, do you?) When we first walked into our room, Kevin kept exclaiming how great everything is! “Look at this Amy, it looks like the carpet is CLEAN!”
Anyway, we are really enjoying ourselves. We had a great time hiking in the Redwoods, discovering the Oregon sand dunes, taking a long walk on the beach in Lincoln City, and exploring the tide pools here. We even spotted a few star fish.
Here are some pictures of our journey thus far. We are very glad that we’ve been able to take this fabulous vacation. It is a much-needed break for us!
“That’s OK, Dad, you sit in the back now … I’ll take the wheel for a while.”
Can you find Kevin and Meredith in this picture?
This is when I was reenacting a fall I had – I slipped in the mud when trying to climb inside a hollow tree and fell square on my backside.
Although we usually have good luck, you just never know with those online “deals.”
This place was a total dump. We were tempted to take a loss and find a hotel elsewhere but I convinced Kevin that, in the end, it would still be better than camping.
Kevin’s first words once we decided to go ahead and stay at the hotel in Crescent City: “Let’s hurry and go to sleep so we can wake up and go somewhere else!”
The funny thing is, tonight we’re staying at an awesome place across from the beach in Lincoln City, OR – and it’s cheaper than last night’s lodging. (I just don’t get it, do you?) When we first walked into our room, Kevin kept exclaiming how great everything is! “Look at this Amy, it looks like the carpet is CLEAN!”
Anyway, we are really enjoying ourselves. We had a great time hiking in the Redwoods, discovering the Oregon sand dunes, taking a long walk on the beach in Lincoln City, and exploring the tide pools here. We even spotted a few star fish.
Here are some pictures of our journey thus far. We are very glad that we’ve been able to take this fabulous vacation. It is a much-needed break for us!
“That’s OK, Dad, you sit in the back now … I’ll take the wheel for a while.”
Can you find Kevin and Meredith in this picture?
This is when I was reenacting a fall I had – I slipped in the mud when trying to climb inside a hollow tree and fell square on my backside.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Living High in Redding
All of our earthly possessions are now on a moving van headed to Indiana, or with us at a motel in Redding, California. While Redding is not exactly a world class city, our “vacation” is starting off on a very good foot. I just had a luxuriously long bath, cookies and milk (compliments of our hotel), and free internet in our room. Could it get any better?
At the moment, I don’t think it could.
There were 22 volunteers to help us move, plus three babies and one toddler. We got everything packed and into the van in just under three hours.
Now we’re off on our grand adventure. If we have free internet at other locations along the way, I just might be stopping in again.
I’m sure you’re all very eager for me to describe the beauty and wonders of North Dakota.
At the moment, I don’t think it could.
There were 22 volunteers to help us move, plus three babies and one toddler. We got everything packed and into the van in just under three hours.
Now we’re off on our grand adventure. If we have free internet at other locations along the way, I just might be stopping in again.
I’m sure you’re all very eager for me to describe the beauty and wonders of North Dakota.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Spring Has Sprung
Today I bought strawberries, asparagus, and tulips. The sun is shining brightly and red breasted robins have been scurrying about our backyard all morning. It must truly be spring now.
While in the checkout line at the grocery store, Meredith threw her doll into the path of an elderly gentleman. He kindly picked it up and handed it back to her. We soon struck up a friendly conversation.
“My wife and I always wanted girls,” he said. “But we had boys.”
“Do you have grandchildren?” I asked.
“Oh yes, four grandsons and a granddaughter.”
“Well then,” I replied. “You finally got your girl!”
“I think it’s harder to raise girls than boys in this day and age,” he continued. “If I had a sixteen year old daughter, I think I would keep her locked in her room!”
With that happy comment, he smiled and walked away.
In the back of my mind, I probably realized that it’s likely become more difficult to raise daughters now than in previous generations (probably, I guess, because modern culture is so image-driven, teens are constantly inundated with sexual images and messages, and because of the overall breakdown of the family unit).
Until today, however, I had never really ruminated on that concept. Although Meredith will be raised in a Christian home and we plan to guide her as best we can, I know it will be impossible to completely insulate her from detrimental worldly influences.
But I suppose that’s where our strength ends and God’s grace begins.
Anyway, happy Easter and happy spring!
Thursday, April 13, 2006
How could this have happened?
How sad would this be that no one would notice you're missing for three years!
"A woman's skeleton was discovered in her flat three years after she is believed to have died, it emerged today. Joyce Vincent was surrounded by Christmas presents and the television and heating in her bedsit were still on."
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"A woman's skeleton was discovered in her flat three years after she is believed to have died, it emerged today. Joyce Vincent was surrounded by Christmas presents and the television and heating in her bedsit were still on."
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"Dog"
Meredith's new word, since saying "nigh-nigh" when she's tired, is "dog." She's suddenly become very verbal and is trying harder to communicate with us. Kevin has a Butler University t-shirt he got from his sister Shannon, who is a student at Butler. On the t-shirt is their mascot, a mean looking bulldog. Every time Kevin wears this shirt, Meredith points to it and says "DOG." We love it!
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
The Next Three Weeks
Unfortunately my blogging activity is gonna have to be scarce in the next few weeks. [Now that I’ve told you that, I’ll probably write four posts tomorrow.]
I’ve got company coming for Easter, my lovely family. It’ll be my first time to host a holiday at my house. Yay! I just wish there was more time to embellish all the details and make it as special as possible.
And then there’s the dreaded packing. I have an entire house to pack up in the next – oh my gosh, can it be that soon? – nine days. I’ve been consoling myself that at least there are about ten boxes already packed and sitting in our garage. That’s a start, right?
And then, last night, Kevin and I figured out that every single evening until we move is accounted for. No more restful evenings at the Koons’ house until our departure.
And then there’s the two week trip back east. We’re going to go back to Indiana, taking the most indirect route possible – up the coast to Seattle and then across the top of the country. Kevin has only three states left to visit in the continental United States – Washington, Montana, and North Dakota. And, by George, we’re going to hit them all! I’ve already told him that, no matter what time of day it is, we’re going to stop at the “Welcome to North Dakota” sign – which I’m sure is in the middle of nowhere – and take his picture. Maybe we’ll even pull out some goblets and sparkling cider too. I think it’s quite a feat to be only 28 and have gone to all those states. We’re also going to hit up a couple of the national parks, which will be fun.
Some of you have asked if we’ve sold our house yet. I regret to inform you that, no, we have not sold our house yet. Are we crazy to leave without selling our house? Yes, but we have been known to do other crazy things in the past, living life on the edge, so this is no different. In our optimistic minds, we’re telling ourselves that the market will pick up as summer approaches. We would appreciate your prayers that our house sells … and soon would be nice! Thank you!
Lastly, I would like to wish you all a very happy Easter! He is Risen. Christ has conquered death. This is truly something to celebrate.
I’ve got company coming for Easter, my lovely family. It’ll be my first time to host a holiday at my house. Yay! I just wish there was more time to embellish all the details and make it as special as possible.
And then there’s the dreaded packing. I have an entire house to pack up in the next – oh my gosh, can it be that soon? – nine days. I’ve been consoling myself that at least there are about ten boxes already packed and sitting in our garage. That’s a start, right?
And then, last night, Kevin and I figured out that every single evening until we move is accounted for. No more restful evenings at the Koons’ house until our departure.
And then there’s the two week trip back east. We’re going to go back to Indiana, taking the most indirect route possible – up the coast to Seattle and then across the top of the country. Kevin has only three states left to visit in the continental United States – Washington, Montana, and North Dakota. And, by George, we’re going to hit them all! I’ve already told him that, no matter what time of day it is, we’re going to stop at the “Welcome to North Dakota” sign – which I’m sure is in the middle of nowhere – and take his picture. Maybe we’ll even pull out some goblets and sparkling cider too. I think it’s quite a feat to be only 28 and have gone to all those states. We’re also going to hit up a couple of the national parks, which will be fun.
Some of you have asked if we’ve sold our house yet. I regret to inform you that, no, we have not sold our house yet. Are we crazy to leave without selling our house? Yes, but we have been known to do other crazy things in the past, living life on the edge, so this is no different. In our optimistic minds, we’re telling ourselves that the market will pick up as summer approaches. We would appreciate your prayers that our house sells … and soon would be nice! Thank you!
Lastly, I would like to wish you all a very happy Easter! He is Risen. Christ has conquered death. This is truly something to celebrate.
Dr. Jekyll, Miss Hyde
Today my little baby girl turned into the devil incarnate before my very eyes. And it happened at a public place – one of my favorite restaurants!
Normally when we eat out, Meredith sits in her high chair and happily snacks on Cheerios, or whatever else we feed her. Today she simply wouldn’t sit still. She threw all her food on the floor – Cheerios, mashed carrots, and fried rice. When I handed her a toy, it promptly went to the floor as well. Then she started this screaming fit – a shrill, piercing scream that caused all heads in the restaurant to turn in our direction.
Out of desperation, I gave her what I thought was a thick-papered packet of sugar to shut her up. After one bite, the packet broke in two and Meredith quickly ate all the sugar and half the paper.
By the time we left the restaurant, our table, the surrounding floor area, Meredith’s shirt, and my [previously white] pants, looked like a tornado had swept through.
I’m fairly convinced that the restaurant owner took our picture and has posted it in their kitchen to warn employees about is if we attempt a future visit: “If these people are spotted within a mile of our restaurant or parking lot, please promptly bolt all doors.”
Now, as I type, my little devil is smiling like an angel, cooing, and quietly playing with her toys on the floor.
You know … since becoming a parent, I’ve learned to be a lot less judgmental.
Before, when seeing a kid act up in public, I would think, “What a bratty kid. Those parents should do something to stop that kid.”
Now that, today, I was the one with the bratty kid, I understand that it’s a lot easier said than done.
Okay, I’ve gotta go. I’m bracing myself for when the contents of that sugar packet get to her bloodstream. I’m really going to be in for it then.
Normally when we eat out, Meredith sits in her high chair and happily snacks on Cheerios, or whatever else we feed her. Today she simply wouldn’t sit still. She threw all her food on the floor – Cheerios, mashed carrots, and fried rice. When I handed her a toy, it promptly went to the floor as well. Then she started this screaming fit – a shrill, piercing scream that caused all heads in the restaurant to turn in our direction.
Out of desperation, I gave her what I thought was a thick-papered packet of sugar to shut her up. After one bite, the packet broke in two and Meredith quickly ate all the sugar and half the paper.
By the time we left the restaurant, our table, the surrounding floor area, Meredith’s shirt, and my [previously white] pants, looked like a tornado had swept through.
I’m fairly convinced that the restaurant owner took our picture and has posted it in their kitchen to warn employees about is if we attempt a future visit: “If these people are spotted within a mile of our restaurant or parking lot, please promptly bolt all doors.”
Now, as I type, my little devil is smiling like an angel, cooing, and quietly playing with her toys on the floor.
You know … since becoming a parent, I’ve learned to be a lot less judgmental.
Before, when seeing a kid act up in public, I would think, “What a bratty kid. Those parents should do something to stop that kid.”
Now that, today, I was the one with the bratty kid, I understand that it’s a lot easier said than done.
Okay, I’ve gotta go. I’m bracing myself for when the contents of that sugar packet get to her bloodstream. I’m really going to be in for it then.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Kevin would rather DIE
I think Kevin would rather die than go to a neighbor’s house and ask if he could take a picture of their flowers.
Kevin is civil. He’s polite. He’s a gentleman. And, although I strive to be a lady deserving of a man like him, I tend to be a little more edgy with the things I say and do in public.
So, I went to our neighbor’s house (someone who lives on the cul-de-sac around the corner whom I had never met before) and asked if I could take a picture of their calla lilies, my favorite flower (although I alternate between these, blue hydrangeas, and roses).
Turns out that our neighbor is an older, deaf man. My grandmother is deaf and so I know some basic, rudimentary sign language.
So, I was able to communicate to him: “Flowers … picture … me take.” He got my point. Then I told him: “They are beautiful” (sans the dead ones, but I didn't tell him that). He smiled at me. I think he was happy that someone made the effort to sign to him.
The reason I wanted to take this picture is so I could use it to tell you all the things I will miss about California. And, I will also mention the things I’m looking forward to about Indiana. Note: These are THINGS I’m talking about, not people.
Things I will miss about California:
- The early spring – the fact that calla lilies begin to bloom in January and roses begin to bloom in April.
- The dry, cool evening breezes in the summertime.
- The snow-capped mountains in the horizon.
- The open-space near our house where we ride bikes and take walks.
- The peaceful parkways in our community (Roseville really does have nice infrastructure).
Things I’m looking forward to in Indiana:
- The four seasons – I’m a romantic vs. a utilitarian, what can I say?
- Summer thunderstorms. So excited about this!
- Fire flies.
- Living where the color “green” takes on a new meaning.
- Vibrant fall colors.
- Sledding in the winter (even though you may have to drive to find a hill in Indiana).
- The prospect of having a backyard that’s bigger than a matchbox.
- The family-friendly cost of living!
I’m sure there are more in each category, but these are just some of the things I can think of.
Kevin is civil. He’s polite. He’s a gentleman. And, although I strive to be a lady deserving of a man like him, I tend to be a little more edgy with the things I say and do in public.
So, I went to our neighbor’s house (someone who lives on the cul-de-sac around the corner whom I had never met before) and asked if I could take a picture of their calla lilies, my favorite flower (although I alternate between these, blue hydrangeas, and roses).
Turns out that our neighbor is an older, deaf man. My grandmother is deaf and so I know some basic, rudimentary sign language.
So, I was able to communicate to him: “Flowers … picture … me take.” He got my point. Then I told him: “They are beautiful” (sans the dead ones, but I didn't tell him that). He smiled at me. I think he was happy that someone made the effort to sign to him.
The reason I wanted to take this picture is so I could use it to tell you all the things I will miss about California. And, I will also mention the things I’m looking forward to about Indiana. Note: These are THINGS I’m talking about, not people.
Things I will miss about California:
- The early spring – the fact that calla lilies begin to bloom in January and roses begin to bloom in April.
- The dry, cool evening breezes in the summertime.
- The snow-capped mountains in the horizon.
- The open-space near our house where we ride bikes and take walks.
- The peaceful parkways in our community (Roseville really does have nice infrastructure).
Things I’m looking forward to in Indiana:
- The four seasons – I’m a romantic vs. a utilitarian, what can I say?
- Summer thunderstorms. So excited about this!
- Fire flies.
- Living where the color “green” takes on a new meaning.
- Vibrant fall colors.
- Sledding in the winter (even though you may have to drive to find a hill in Indiana).
- The prospect of having a backyard that’s bigger than a matchbox.
- The family-friendly cost of living!
I’m sure there are more in each category, but these are just some of the things I can think of.
Friendship is Learned
As we prepare to head east, we are saying our sad goodbyes. On Saturday our bible study friends gave us a sweet farewell dinner – and a scrapbook of the fun times we’ve had.
Although I still have a lot to learn about being a good friend, I know my experiences here in Sacramento have taught me how to be a better friend. And this is primarily due to our bible study friends.
Never before have I observed a more tight-knit group of people who, at the same time, are so welcoming of new people. It blows me away! How is this possible? How is it possible for a group of friends to be so loyal to each other, so caring and generous to each other, yet, at the same time, to be so open to giving the same love and devotion to whomever walks through the door?
Kevin and I are very different from many of the couples in our bible study. We don’t go to the same church as the rest of them. We were homeschooled and most of them are public school teachers. We have very different backgrounds and, for the most part, different ideas of how we want to raise our children (e.g., daycare, education, etc.). And we differ on some theological concepts too.
For many Christians, one or two of these differences alone would prohibit a loving and dedicated friendship. Judgments would take place – or at least thoughts of “we can never be close because we are too different.”
Our bible study friends never focused on the differences. They simply focused on loving us and welcoming us to a strange new city.
They called us when they hadn’t heard from us. They invited us into their homes. They offered to share their worldly possessions, even when we knew they didn’t have much to give. They helped us commemorate and celebrate momentous occasions in life. They rejoiced with us and they empathized with us. They loved us unconditionally, as Christ would love.
I learned a lot from them. I learned to be more understanding and loving myself. I learned how rewarding and fulfilling true, unselfish friendship can be.
If there was only one reason God brought us to Sacramento for the past three years – for us to learn how to be better friends to the people in our lives, regardless of how different we are from them – it was one of the most valuable lessons I could have ever learned.
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One last thing I want to say …
For some of you it might be easy to say, “Oh, I wish I had I group of friends like that.” If I were reading this post, and didn’t have friends like that, I would say that too.
One thing I’ve learned is that when you don’t have good friends, you can be the person to cultivate friendships like this. Rather than sitting back and thinking “I wish I had friends,” I learned to look for new friends in “unlikely places.” Maybe they’ll be older than you, or younger than you. Maybe they’ll go to a different church. Maybe they’ll travel in different circles than you’re used to traveling in. I’ve learned that it’s worth it to go out of your comfort zone. Looking for friends in unlikely places can result in deep, rewarding friendships that you never expected.
Okay, I’ve promised Meredith I would take her for a walk! Gotta go!
Although I still have a lot to learn about being a good friend, I know my experiences here in Sacramento have taught me how to be a better friend. And this is primarily due to our bible study friends.
Never before have I observed a more tight-knit group of people who, at the same time, are so welcoming of new people. It blows me away! How is this possible? How is it possible for a group of friends to be so loyal to each other, so caring and generous to each other, yet, at the same time, to be so open to giving the same love and devotion to whomever walks through the door?
Kevin and I are very different from many of the couples in our bible study. We don’t go to the same church as the rest of them. We were homeschooled and most of them are public school teachers. We have very different backgrounds and, for the most part, different ideas of how we want to raise our children (e.g., daycare, education, etc.). And we differ on some theological concepts too.
For many Christians, one or two of these differences alone would prohibit a loving and dedicated friendship. Judgments would take place – or at least thoughts of “we can never be close because we are too different.”
Our bible study friends never focused on the differences. They simply focused on loving us and welcoming us to a strange new city.
They called us when they hadn’t heard from us. They invited us into their homes. They offered to share their worldly possessions, even when we knew they didn’t have much to give. They helped us commemorate and celebrate momentous occasions in life. They rejoiced with us and they empathized with us. They loved us unconditionally, as Christ would love.
I learned a lot from them. I learned to be more understanding and loving myself. I learned how rewarding and fulfilling true, unselfish friendship can be.
If there was only one reason God brought us to Sacramento for the past three years – for us to learn how to be better friends to the people in our lives, regardless of how different we are from them – it was one of the most valuable lessons I could have ever learned.
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One last thing I want to say …
For some of you it might be easy to say, “Oh, I wish I had I group of friends like that.” If I were reading this post, and didn’t have friends like that, I would say that too.
One thing I’ve learned is that when you don’t have good friends, you can be the person to cultivate friendships like this. Rather than sitting back and thinking “I wish I had friends,” I learned to look for new friends in “unlikely places.” Maybe they’ll be older than you, or younger than you. Maybe they’ll go to a different church. Maybe they’ll travel in different circles than you’re used to traveling in. I’ve learned that it’s worth it to go out of your comfort zone. Looking for friends in unlikely places can result in deep, rewarding friendships that you never expected.
Okay, I’ve promised Meredith I would take her for a walk! Gotta go!
Thursday, April 06, 2006
I've come to terms with mushrooms. Almost.
Uh oh, I must be growing up because I’m learning to appreciate, or at least tolerate, more vegetables. I came to terms with broccoli and squash several years ago. Lately I’ve been working on mushrooms.
I’ve never been able to figure out why people like mushrooms. They’re too reminiscent of toad stools that grow in the backyard.
Last week, as I planned the family menu and made my grocery list, I decided I was going to make chicken tetrazzini. Problem is, chicken tetrazzini has mushrooms in it.
Before I gave in, I looked online to see if I could find something good to substitute for mushrooms. I learned that there really aren’t any good alternatives.
So, last night, as my chicken tetrazzini baked in the oven, I wondered if I could really do it.
I’m happy to report that I did! I’m SO grown up.
I’ve never been able to figure out why people like mushrooms. They’re too reminiscent of toad stools that grow in the backyard.
Last week, as I planned the family menu and made my grocery list, I decided I was going to make chicken tetrazzini. Problem is, chicken tetrazzini has mushrooms in it.
Before I gave in, I looked online to see if I could find something good to substitute for mushrooms. I learned that there really aren’t any good alternatives.
So, last night, as my chicken tetrazzini baked in the oven, I wondered if I could really do it.
I’m happy to report that I did! I’m SO grown up.
Sick Baby 101
Well, this past week I’ve taken a hands-on course in Sick Baby 101. It’s amazing how many things I never realized about sick babies. For instance, I didn’t really even know how high of a temperature is too high (i.e., when should I freak-out and call the doctor). Now I know.
I also didn’t know that three days of fever is common before a baby shows symptoms of being sick. Now I know.
Lastly, I didn’t know that it’s “normal” for a baby to break out in a scary looking rash after her fever goes away. Now I know that too.
All these things I’m learning.
And, because of dealing with all of this, have I even started packing? No. Are we moving in two weeks? Yes. Am I a nervous wreck? I probably should be.
I also didn’t know that three days of fever is common before a baby shows symptoms of being sick. Now I know.
Lastly, I didn’t know that it’s “normal” for a baby to break out in a scary looking rash after her fever goes away. Now I know that too.
All these things I’m learning.
And, because of dealing with all of this, have I even started packing? No. Are we moving in two weeks? Yes. Am I a nervous wreck? I probably should be.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
S.F. Chronicle gets it right for once.
Thanks to Tuckster for this "tip." I was amazed when I read Leno's quote last week. I'm glad he's retracted, although I think that a person's initial reaction to a thing typically shows their true feelings (vs. "oops I was caught and now I have to save face").
I'm glad to see that the Chronicle had the courage to point out what is obvious - "tolerance" is supposed to be a TWO WAY street.
San Francisco Chronicle Editorial
Intolerant City
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
THE IRONY was obviously lost on the clueless San Francisco supervisors when they passed a resolution warning that a Christian youth gathering could "negatively influence the politics of America's most tolerant and progressive city."
Spare us the doomsday hyperbole, supervisors.
We can safely report that the politics of San Francisco suffered no discernible shift in ideological alignment from the convergence of 25,000 Christian teenagers listening to rock 'n' roll music and words of inspiration. There was no evidence of any surge in support for the Iraq war, affection for President Bush or oil drilling off the California coast. The medical-marijuana clubs were still doing business as usual, public dancing was still legal, the petition gatherers were still working Market Street for the latest save-the-planet cause.
The supervisors' reaction to the evangelical Christians was so boorishly over the top that only one word could describe it:
Intolerant.
Assemblyman Mark Leno, D-San Francisco, was quoted telling counterprotesters Friday that the gathering Christians were "loud, they're obnoxious, they're disgusting and they should get out of San Francisco." On Monday, however, Leno struck a more reasoned tone, acknowledging that his rally cry was "not one of my prouder moments." He said the youth group was "welcome in San Francisco," even though he does worry that its religious rhetoric could "under a cloak of love" feed a "fearful world's appetite for hate."
In fact, concern about heterosexual sex by unmarried youth gets equal treatment from the Battle Cry campaign. Its goal is to spread Christianity and to help young people recognize and resist the cultural influences of a "stealthy enemy" that includes "corporations, media conglomerates and purveyors of popular culture." Its Web site (www.battlecry.com) speaks of "casualties of war" that include drinking, drug use, teen sex, pornography, abortion, suicide and violence.
We may disagree with certain aspects of the Battle Cry agenda -- on issues such as abortion rights, religion in schools or acceptance of an individual's sexual orientation -- but the attempt by counterprotesters and some of the city's elected officials to call them "fascist" and "hateful" was totally at odds with the tone of the ballpark event and the approach of the Web site.
The gathering was not an "act of provocation," as the supervisors claimed. It was a get-together of young evangelicals whose lifestyles and religious views just happen to be in the minority here -- apparently making them open season for politicians to chastise.
The young people who came to San Francisco to affirm their faith and enjoy a day of rock music deserved better. They deserved to be welcomed by a city that was as tolerant and progressive as its sanctimonious supervisors like to profess.
I'm glad to see that the Chronicle had the courage to point out what is obvious - "tolerance" is supposed to be a TWO WAY street.
San Francisco Chronicle Editorial
Intolerant City
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
THE IRONY was obviously lost on the clueless San Francisco supervisors when they passed a resolution warning that a Christian youth gathering could "negatively influence the politics of America's most tolerant and progressive city."
Spare us the doomsday hyperbole, supervisors.
We can safely report that the politics of San Francisco suffered no discernible shift in ideological alignment from the convergence of 25,000 Christian teenagers listening to rock 'n' roll music and words of inspiration. There was no evidence of any surge in support for the Iraq war, affection for President Bush or oil drilling off the California coast. The medical-marijuana clubs were still doing business as usual, public dancing was still legal, the petition gatherers were still working Market Street for the latest save-the-planet cause.
The supervisors' reaction to the evangelical Christians was so boorishly over the top that only one word could describe it:
Intolerant.
Assemblyman Mark Leno, D-San Francisco, was quoted telling counterprotesters Friday that the gathering Christians were "loud, they're obnoxious, they're disgusting and they should get out of San Francisco." On Monday, however, Leno struck a more reasoned tone, acknowledging that his rally cry was "not one of my prouder moments." He said the youth group was "welcome in San Francisco," even though he does worry that its religious rhetoric could "under a cloak of love" feed a "fearful world's appetite for hate."
In fact, concern about heterosexual sex by unmarried youth gets equal treatment from the Battle Cry campaign. Its goal is to spread Christianity and to help young people recognize and resist the cultural influences of a "stealthy enemy" that includes "corporations, media conglomerates and purveyors of popular culture." Its Web site (www.battlecry.com) speaks of "casualties of war" that include drinking, drug use, teen sex, pornography, abortion, suicide and violence.
We may disagree with certain aspects of the Battle Cry agenda -- on issues such as abortion rights, religion in schools or acceptance of an individual's sexual orientation -- but the attempt by counterprotesters and some of the city's elected officials to call them "fascist" and "hateful" was totally at odds with the tone of the ballpark event and the approach of the Web site.
The gathering was not an "act of provocation," as the supervisors claimed. It was a get-together of young evangelicals whose lifestyles and religious views just happen to be in the minority here -- apparently making them open season for politicians to chastise.
The young people who came to San Francisco to affirm their faith and enjoy a day of rock music deserved better. They deserved to be welcomed by a city that was as tolerant and progressive as its sanctimonious supervisors like to profess.
Monday, April 03, 2006
But men aren't mice ...
Last night we watched Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men. I realize it’s a classic but I’d never read the book and wasn’t familiar with the story line.
It left me feeling deeply disturbed. Kevin had warned me of where the story was going but I didn’t believe him. He hadn’t seen (or read) it either so I figured he was guessing the ending incorrectly. But, alas, he was right.
I didn’t like the analogy between killing Candy’s dog and killing Lennie – i.e., when something is no good to society it should be exterminated.
There is a big difference between animals (e.g., mice and dogs) and human beings. Humans are made in the image of God and have a soul. Humans are given dominion over animals and have a higher purpose.
I realize that Lennie had become a threat to other human life, so the taking of his life could ultimately be justified. (And George did it out of “compassion” to avoid a more brutal killing.) But that wasn’t the point of the story. That’s not where the author was taking us.
Although I was disturbed by the ending, and the implied worldview, I did appreciate the food for thought. And the acting was magnificent. I would recommend you see it for that alone.
It left me feeling deeply disturbed. Kevin had warned me of where the story was going but I didn’t believe him. He hadn’t seen (or read) it either so I figured he was guessing the ending incorrectly. But, alas, he was right.
I didn’t like the analogy between killing Candy’s dog and killing Lennie – i.e., when something is no good to society it should be exterminated.
There is a big difference between animals (e.g., mice and dogs) and human beings. Humans are made in the image of God and have a soul. Humans are given dominion over animals and have a higher purpose.
I realize that Lennie had become a threat to other human life, so the taking of his life could ultimately be justified. (And George did it out of “compassion” to avoid a more brutal killing.) But that wasn’t the point of the story. That’s not where the author was taking us.
Although I was disturbed by the ending, and the implied worldview, I did appreciate the food for thought. And the acting was magnificent. I would recommend you see it for that alone.
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