Saturday, May 29, 2010
A Work in Progress
Hello to anyone who happens to be reading this....
I'm posting this so that my ugly calendar post won't be the first thing on my blog. Who would've known I'd have so much trouble trying to put my google calendar into my google blog?? It's a little disheartening, especially after all of those mandatory "Web Design for Dummies" classes I had to take in college....electronic portfolios for education majors or something like that. All those hours in the computer lab and I still can't figure out something that I initially believed would fairly simple.
Since I'm in the typing mode I may as well make it a good solid update. I'm having fun keeping the church office from overflowing with mail and trying to figure out how to get the church a workable website solution. Hence the google calendar debacle. The more we try to master the information age we've let loose, the farther behind we seem to fall. There's too much to learn, too fast, and too frequent. That's my personal diagnosis....currently anyway. Fueled, no doubt, by my frustration with my own inability to bend technology to my will. Enough to make you want to go on a permanent camping trip! That's the cure for technititus, run away to the waiting arms of Mother Nature. Far from screens, buttons, texts, ring-tones, e-calendars.....and indoor plumbing. Hmmmm, I guess I'll take my chances with my computer after all, and limit myself to camping breaks of only 2 to 3 days at a time to keep myself sane. :)
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Oops...It's 2010
Looking back over my posts.....which only took 5 minutes.......I realized that for the most part I write about the light and amusing things in my life. Permit me a reflective moment here. I think that has been a healthy tendancy in this 2 year blogging exercise. A lot of days life seems to get mundane, repetitive, and boring even. I think by using my blog to pull forward the laughable pieces of every day existance I'm developing the habits of thankfulness and joy (if those can be habits).
Well, I've been back in the USA for 6 whole months now. So, stay tuned and maybe one of these months here (when I get myself organized) I'll spit out another post with some actual stories in it :)
Monday, April 13, 2009
Pineapple Fanta :)
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
18 days!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Bridezilla
Monday, September 1, 2008
A Little Romance
5:00 rolled around and I got up, dressed and fussed about my “stupid tennis shoes” that I couldn’t find for the life of me. I settled for my purple crocs in the end. When I was ready to head out I knocked on Kim’s door (she’s my fantastic roommate) and woke her up like I promised I would so she could go running. Then I ran downstairs because I promised I wouldn’t be late. When I got to the door I started smiling and waving to Charles and then stopped dumbstruck by a limo parked in front of my apartment where I thought there’d be a motorcycle. While my brain struggled to process the fact, two camera’s held by two of Charles’ bible study members clicked away. I’m not sure I want to see those pictures. I got into the limo (I think I hugged Charles first, I’m not sure now) and called Kim. I stuttered something about sitting in a limo and she excitedly asked if she could come see. I recovered my senses enough to ask her to bring my camera down. At this point I figured I was taking a limosine ride to breakfast and back to the apartment and eventually my day would normalize; probably once I got to work. Wrong.
When Kim appeared she brought more than my camera. She had my backpack and an extremely overstuffed duffle bag (which contained the stupid tennis shoes that I couldn’t find). “Here, you’ll need these too.” Again, my poor 5:40am brain struggled to comprehend the meaning of two pieces of luggage. Clearly I wasn’t going to work today. I asked Charles (rather pointlessly) if he had called Bridget (my boss). To which he answered yes and that I apparently had the day off. And as we began to drive, I began to tic off possible weekend destinations in my head. I tentatively settled on
My next in a very long series of surprises was that we got off the train one stop earlier than I anticipated, at the airport rather than downtown
When we got off the plane we were met by the Hotel Resort’s pick up service. I knew at this point that he was going to ask me to marry him some time over the course of the weekend. You might think that most of the surprises were over by this point in time, but that would be a wrong assumption.
So, in my dress I found my way to my flower strewn and candle bedecked balcony. Music was playing from a CD player inside the sliding door. The hotel staff brought up delicious food, but I don’t remember what it was. I also don’t remember much of what we talked about to be honest, except that there was a pretty wood box about four inches long and two wide that I couldn’t open until after dessert. It seemed like a long time until dessert! It finally came though, and I was told I could open the box. I discovered two rows of little bottles inside with corks in the tops numbered one to eight. Charles smiled and told me that they were eight of the reasons he loved me, so go ahead and start at number one. I read one through seven before he stopped me and told me that there was something he wanted to do.
He pushed his chair back and pulled over a bowl of water and a small towel…some of you know what’s coming next, but some of you need explanation. The night before Jesus gave up his life for us on the cross he washed the feet of his twelve followers to demonstrate how we are supposed to love and serve each other. Charles gently washed and dried my feet…at which point I started crying. When he finished he tapped the glass lightly and the song on the CD player switched to “The Book of Love” (Peter Gabriel for those of you who want to know) and he told me I could read the last reason he loved me. It said “You’re not perfect, but you’re the perfect one for me.” Tied to the bottle was a tiny object wrapped in paper. He untied and unwrapped my great-grandmother’s diamond ring and knelt to say that he loved me, wanted to serve and take care of me…and asked me if I would marry him. He got a tearful, but firm “yes!” in answer!