I did not post... for over a year...
It's not like I didn't want to post. It is more like I didn't think about it because so much happened in my life. Like...
We bought a house. It is a lovely little brick cottage built in 1945. It has a sun porch, a fire place, arched doorways, and wood floors. In short it is perfect.
We started our Masters Programs. I am at K-State full time in the summers, and taking the school year off to work. Chris is part time at Friends through their long distance program. We will graduate the summer of 2012. It is hard, but I keep telling myself that it is worth it.
We got a worship pastor at church. I finally have someone to give direction to the choir and worship ministries. It is wonderful. I have enjoyed this season of choir more than any other season at First. I even started a Men's Ensemble.
We started leading a small group at church. Six wonderful couples who bless me with their pursuit of God. The only thing is that they keep poppin' out kids! Two this year, and one already scheduled for next year. They must have read the "Be fruitful and multiply verse."
We made lots of new friends. It only took three years, but we finally have strong groups of friends here. Some we met at church, and some we met through work.
We moved our youngest sibling to college. Both of our parents are officially empty nester's.
I have taken up ethnic cooking for experimental purposes. So far I have limited myself to Thai and Italian, but I am looking to branch out. Those first married years of rice and beans are hopefully over.
My Grand Parents bought a house in Hillsboro. They are eventually going to move to the burro. How lovely!
I don't have any other BIG things. At least I don't think right now. I still teach. I still hang out with friends, old and new as hard as I try.
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Friday, November 06, 2009
The Ellusive African Fibra
So,
I am in fifth grade, and I am talking with the class about drums. Someone asked me what the drum head was made out of. I said that traditionally they are made out of animal skin like goat skin or raw hide, but our drums are made out of fiberskyn. (pronounced Fibra-skin) I said it is a synthetic skin that is made to sound like animal skin.
I had a student raise his hand and ask, "what's a fibra?" I said it means fibrous that means made of fibers. He said, "Oh I thought it was an animal, kind of like a zebra."
I thanked him for brightening my morning.
I am in fifth grade, and I am talking with the class about drums. Someone asked me what the drum head was made out of. I said that traditionally they are made out of animal skin like goat skin or raw hide, but our drums are made out of fiberskyn. (pronounced Fibra-skin) I said it is a synthetic skin that is made to sound like animal skin.
I had a student raise his hand and ask, "what's a fibra?" I said it means fibrous that means made of fibers. He said, "Oh I thought it was an animal, kind of like a zebra."
I thanked him for brightening my morning.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
October 15th will I ever be well?
Hi,
I am writing a brief note. A short update if you will.
I am over my strep, and now I have a cold. I am wondering if my immune system took a vacation and decided to never come back. I am jealouse of husband's immune system. He is never sick, no thanks to me. Oh how I wish for that kind of stamina.
Stores are full of Halloween decorations, costumes, and pumpkins. Yet, Lowes has their huge Christmas Tree display up already. It makes me want to decorate my classroom and home for Christmas. I love strings of lights. I would live with them all year if it was socially acceptable. I should figure out a way to make it socially acceptable.
I haven't done anything to support my creative outlet lately, and I am beginning to notice. It gets harder to concentrate when I haven't done something with the left half of my brain for a while.
That's all for now. Told you it would be a short note. It isn't very well written either, but I post with no appologies. I'm off to sing about the water cycle.
I am writing a brief note. A short update if you will.
I am over my strep, and now I have a cold. I am wondering if my immune system took a vacation and decided to never come back. I am jealouse of husband's immune system. He is never sick, no thanks to me. Oh how I wish for that kind of stamina.
Stores are full of Halloween decorations, costumes, and pumpkins. Yet, Lowes has their huge Christmas Tree display up already. It makes me want to decorate my classroom and home for Christmas. I love strings of lights. I would live with them all year if it was socially acceptable. I should figure out a way to make it socially acceptable.
I haven't done anything to support my creative outlet lately, and I am beginning to notice. It gets harder to concentrate when I haven't done something with the left half of my brain for a while.
That's all for now. Told you it would be a short note. It isn't very well written either, but I post with no appologies. I'm off to sing about the water cycle.
Monday, October 05, 2009
My blogging hiatus. Holy Crap, (sorry mom) I can’t believe I spelled Hiatus right on the first try!
First of all, I would like to make no excuses for this long of a blogging hiatus. My only reason for not posting was, “I don’t feel like it.” Isn’t it amazing how that statement can interfere with a person’s internet recording time and activities… isn’t it amazing how that statement can interfere with a person’s…
entire life.
You see, for the past four days I have been rendered completely useless by one of the worst cases of strep throat in my recorded history. I believe there is only one other recording of strep in this log. You can find it somewhere circa an insecure sophomore year of college when this work of whatever it is began. Sophomore year was not the best for self confidence… it wasn’t the worst either. It was in fact a year.
Back to where I began the prior paragraph. I have been sick and have been in bed for the past four days with the exception of today. Today I graduated from sleeping all day, to sleeping only till noon and then moved my sorry carcass to the couch. I ponder, why the last three letters in carcass are _ _ _? Fitting isn’t it? Fitting, because that is a term that I may use to describe a sampling of my disposition since the smashing of the pointer finger on my left hand. Carcassful to coin the new adjective. Yes I know that was not a complete sentence. No I will not edit it.
You see, that Smash happened after a critical trip to Chicago, which led to the pondering of my existence in a town that I could reasonably compare to social exile until the recent past of the end of last school year, but not significantly so until this summer. What could cause the end of the social existence? In truth, I made two friends, two girls my own age, or close to my own age, with whom I can relate. In addition, each of these girls have significant others who do not socially clash with my significant other. After two complete years of traveling 1 to 3 hours for comfortable social interaction, I finally have something to quench my thirst. Stunning.
So, the pondering of my existence, gave way to a muddling of possibilities, that gave way to jumping to a myriad of conclusions, which gave way to driving my husband nuts with the left half of my brain, which gave way to a month of glum/depression/mood, which has broken into a FIT of searching for a creative outlet, which again gives way to driving my husband nuts with the left half of my brain.
I have taken up painting, I have begun a study of the advantages of the architecture of the compact modern home, I have continued my quest for an original jewelry attitude, I have began studying the art of mobile making in search of a design that will inspire something UNIQUE, I have began work on two clay vases with the art teacher at school, I have shaped my eyebrows, and am sitting on the couch with a mud mask on my face while my husband asks, “Are you writing a book?” My brain responds with… maybe I should.
I am again going through a growth period in my life. I am learning to trust God more for my future. (A lesson that will never end.) I am learning what I want from my life. I am learning I am more than just a good musician, and a great teacher.
Am I normally this personal? I feel like my usual anecdote/boring recount/filler stuff might be interrupted by this LENGTHY post.
But I have no excuses, so I will not apologize. I need to learn to not apologize as much as I do now anyway.
entire life.
You see, for the past four days I have been rendered completely useless by one of the worst cases of strep throat in my recorded history. I believe there is only one other recording of strep in this log. You can find it somewhere circa an insecure sophomore year of college when this work of whatever it is began. Sophomore year was not the best for self confidence… it wasn’t the worst either. It was in fact a year.
Back to where I began the prior paragraph. I have been sick and have been in bed for the past four days with the exception of today. Today I graduated from sleeping all day, to sleeping only till noon and then moved my sorry carcass to the couch. I ponder, why the last three letters in carcass are _ _ _? Fitting isn’t it? Fitting, because that is a term that I may use to describe a sampling of my disposition since the smashing of the pointer finger on my left hand. Carcassful to coin the new adjective. Yes I know that was not a complete sentence. No I will not edit it.
You see, that Smash happened after a critical trip to Chicago, which led to the pondering of my existence in a town that I could reasonably compare to social exile until the recent past of the end of last school year, but not significantly so until this summer. What could cause the end of the social existence? In truth, I made two friends, two girls my own age, or close to my own age, with whom I can relate. In addition, each of these girls have significant others who do not socially clash with my significant other. After two complete years of traveling 1 to 3 hours for comfortable social interaction, I finally have something to quench my thirst. Stunning.
So, the pondering of my existence, gave way to a muddling of possibilities, that gave way to jumping to a myriad of conclusions, which gave way to driving my husband nuts with the left half of my brain, which gave way to a month of glum/depression/mood, which has broken into a FIT of searching for a creative outlet, which again gives way to driving my husband nuts with the left half of my brain.
I have taken up painting, I have begun a study of the advantages of the architecture of the compact modern home, I have continued my quest for an original jewelry attitude, I have began studying the art of mobile making in search of a design that will inspire something UNIQUE, I have began work on two clay vases with the art teacher at school, I have shaped my eyebrows, and am sitting on the couch with a mud mask on my face while my husband asks, “Are you writing a book?” My brain responds with… maybe I should.
I am again going through a growth period in my life. I am learning to trust God more for my future. (A lesson that will never end.) I am learning what I want from my life. I am learning I am more than just a good musician, and a great teacher.
Am I normally this personal? I feel like my usual anecdote/boring recount/filler stuff might be interrupted by this LENGTHY post.
But I have no excuses, so I will not apologize. I need to learn to not apologize as much as I do now anyway.
Thursday, July 09, 2009
the typo tale of one swollen index finger
I sit here typing with all of the fingers of all of my hands except for my left index finger. I will now stop correcting my typos while I tell you the story of the finger:
it all staeted at 3 am on a monday morningf in chicafo illinios. We fot up to get ready foe a 12 hour deive back ro KS. we fot into the car and started off. Husbvand missed rhe firsr exirt and rhen we were vack in routr. I did gfet to sleep gor a little bit nad rhen aeround 6am we stopped foe fass and ro switvh dribers. I got out of thpassenger seet where I had veen for the past three hours. I shut my door and then realized trhat my finger was stuck in it. I didn't know whar to do vecause I was so tied. So when I came ro my senses, I opened my door and ran to the bathroom in the gass station and just about passed out from ther throbbing in my finger.
To makr a long (12 hour) story short I spent the nexrt hours with my finger in a fglass of ivce wTER. not a greatr day foe me.
So this is rhe un edited eddition of the story with my bad left index finger.
The end.
it all staeted at 3 am on a monday morningf in chicafo illinios. We fot up to get ready foe a 12 hour deive back ro KS. we fot into the car and started off. Husbvand missed rhe firsr exirt and rhen we were vack in routr. I did gfet to sleep gor a little bit nad rhen aeround 6am we stopped foe fass and ro switvh dribers. I got out of thpassenger seet where I had veen for the past three hours. I shut my door and then realized trhat my finger was stuck in it. I didn't know whar to do vecause I was so tied. So when I came ro my senses, I opened my door and ran to the bathroom in the gass station and just about passed out from ther throbbing in my finger.
To makr a long (12 hour) story short I spent the nexrt hours with my finger in a fglass of ivce wTER. not a greatr day foe me.
So this is rhe un edited eddition of the story with my bad left index finger.
The end.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Indiana
So...
Today instead of my regular posting site I am posting from a little town near Lake Michigan in Indiana. I am visiting family with my family. This is also the longest that I have been away from Husband since we got married. Our one year anniversary is coming up in a couple of weeks. It does not seem like we have been married for a year. Sometimes it feels like it has always been this way. (in the good way, not in the depressing way)
So far on the trip I have spent a lot of time outside. The weather up here has taken a turn for the worse as far as raining on us but yesterday I spent a few hours on my grand parents back patio just sitting, visiting, and reading. No bugs and about 70 degrees is my kind of relaxation.
Not many bazaar things have happened yet, but after a short interaction with "the fam" I am sure there will be more to come. Every time I visit I am reminded of how much growing up in Kansas away from my extended family has made me the person I am today. Husband and I decided that if we had grown up where our families grew up that I would probably ....
be working at some sort of sales job where I could work with a lot of people. Probably at a restaurant or clothing store. I would not have gone to college. I would probably be heaver than I am right now. I would possibly have children with more than one man. I might just smoke like a chimney, and I know I would drink like a fish.
Husband would most likely be in the same job that he is right now at a bank or the sort. He would have been a jock in High School hanging out with some of the coolest of the cool in his small town high school. He would have been a beer drinking soccer star and most likely some sort of out fielder of a base ball team. He would probably be married to some girl from the state school that he attended. She would probably look like me.
It is interesting how the choices of our parents shape us in ways that don't really have to do with us at all for that time being.
Today instead of my regular posting site I am posting from a little town near Lake Michigan in Indiana. I am visiting family with my family. This is also the longest that I have been away from Husband since we got married. Our one year anniversary is coming up in a couple of weeks. It does not seem like we have been married for a year. Sometimes it feels like it has always been this way. (in the good way, not in the depressing way)
So far on the trip I have spent a lot of time outside. The weather up here has taken a turn for the worse as far as raining on us but yesterday I spent a few hours on my grand parents back patio just sitting, visiting, and reading. No bugs and about 70 degrees is my kind of relaxation.
Not many bazaar things have happened yet, but after a short interaction with "the fam" I am sure there will be more to come. Every time I visit I am reminded of how much growing up in Kansas away from my extended family has made me the person I am today. Husband and I decided that if we had grown up where our families grew up that I would probably ....
be working at some sort of sales job where I could work with a lot of people. Probably at a restaurant or clothing store. I would not have gone to college. I would probably be heaver than I am right now. I would possibly have children with more than one man. I might just smoke like a chimney, and I know I would drink like a fish.
Husband would most likely be in the same job that he is right now at a bank or the sort. He would have been a jock in High School hanging out with some of the coolest of the cool in his small town high school. He would have been a beer drinking soccer star and most likely some sort of out fielder of a base ball team. He would probably be married to some girl from the state school that he attended. She would probably look like me.
It is interesting how the choices of our parents shape us in ways that don't really have to do with us at all for that time being.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
two and a half weeks in
Hi,
So I haven't posted in a long time. Summer has begun and I am not on the Internet as much as I am during the school year. This summer has not been very eventful. Nothing really life changing has happened so far.
I have been working out a lot. I enjoy working out but don't have time during the school year. I do have a couple of exercise buddies that make things a lot more fun and a little easier. It is great to get to know people when they are talking just to distract themselves from their screaming leg cramps.
Other than that I have made a lot of jewelry this summer and hung out with my sister a little. This hanging out led to a late night run for Starbucks. Good stuff. My new favorite is an iced coffee with milk and a shot of caramel. Ahhhh...
This next weekend I will see friends and then on Sunday I will leave with my family to see grandparents. Long times in a van with a lot of people and a neurotic dog. Good times. I will have to try to jot down the rediculous things that are said so that I can include a post of quotes and the such.
Well that's what's going on in my life. How about you?
So I haven't posted in a long time. Summer has begun and I am not on the Internet as much as I am during the school year. This summer has not been very eventful. Nothing really life changing has happened so far.
I have been working out a lot. I enjoy working out but don't have time during the school year. I do have a couple of exercise buddies that make things a lot more fun and a little easier. It is great to get to know people when they are talking just to distract themselves from their screaming leg cramps.
Other than that I have made a lot of jewelry this summer and hung out with my sister a little. This hanging out led to a late night run for Starbucks. Good stuff. My new favorite is an iced coffee with milk and a shot of caramel. Ahhhh...
This next weekend I will see friends and then on Sunday I will leave with my family to see grandparents. Long times in a van with a lot of people and a neurotic dog. Good times. I will have to try to jot down the rediculous things that are said so that I can include a post of quotes and the such.
Well that's what's going on in my life. How about you?
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