Thursday, November 8, 2012

torches together


We attended a candlelit prayer service last night.
I watched a tall candle go from newly lit to a tiny little stub.
Its wax had become stalactites and stalagmites below it.
Not all candles have this experience.
Some burn and their wax just surrounds their wick, it never spills out around them.

God lights us at the beginning of our lives.
At the end of our lives, we've burnt all our wick. 
But some of us, the wax just stays around us. 
We stay in our comfort zone.

And some of us, we get out of that comfort zone. 
We question.
We invest in lots of lives.
We allow Christ to spill out of us and onto others.

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Had a mild epiphany early this morning.

[ [ apparently so did a few others. we're having a blogging conversation about this. click here and here to explore their writings on this topic as well. ] ]

I have realized how important it is to be an open, flexible being when it comes to our walk with Christ.
The importance of dropping all of our presuppositions before reading the Word or discussing it. 
The importance of understanding the historical context of the Word.
The importance of listening. Not only to God and His Word, but to others. What they're struggling and wrestling with. What they have learned in their walk.
The importance of humility

Specifically, I've been really struggling with brothers and sisters who do not have an openness to other points of view when it comes to reading the Bible or discussing it. They discourage questioning Scripture [which is different from doubting]. They're uninterested in the academic side of scripture or theology. It seems they're uninterested in learning of the historical context of scripture because "it is God breathed for our time." They're only basis of understanding God & scripture is what their perspective is.

If one grows up in a Christian home, generally one tends to learn and understand God via what their parents or Church taught them.
That's not a bad thing.
It becomes a bad thing when you limit yourself to only what you were taught by your parents or your Church.
Faith doesn't just stop accruing. 
One day you don't just graduate from faith school and it's all over. 
No. We continue learning about God throughout our lives.

This ties in with what Hännah and I discussed. She mentioned,
"You don't grow up, learn everything, and have an adult faith that never changes because you've got it figured out and studied. Your understanding of truth broadens and deepens with your emotional maturity, personal experiences, and fresh encounters with the word and the church."

A healthy faith is one that is constantly growing, changing, expanding. 
The wax keeps dripping outside of you and your comfort zone.

Unless you're stagnant.
Unless you're a candle that keeps all your wax pooling around you.
You don't invest in new ways of looking at God or loving others.
You know what you know, and there's nothing more to it.
mewithoutYou comes to mind.

"why burn poor and lonely?
under a bowl
or under a lamp shade
.... 
aren't you unbearably sad?
then why burn so poor and lonely?

we'll be like torches...
we’ll be torches together...
with whatever respect
our tattered dignity demands
torches together
hand in hand"

I charge you to not burn poor and lonely.
I encourage you to step outside of all that you know. Explore a side of God you've never seen before. Venture into the historical context of Scripture. Learn about theologies you don't know. Ask someone what they're struggling with about God or scripture. Be a torch together with them.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

everyday


So this is going to be a bit of an offshoot from my normal posting.

This has to do with faith, relationship, and views instead of furniture, cooking, and quirks.

I recently had a new image of Jesus pop into my mind.
Jesus swimming.
I have no idea why.

Jesus swimming?
It seems laughable almost.
So many bad jokes could stem from that mental image [i.e. "Come on in! The water's fine, I turned it into wine!" har har, what a knee-slapper with bonus points for rhymage... oh boy].

When I told my husband about this recent mental image he asked, "Does He have chest hair?" [yep, I totally laughed].
I replied, "Well, actually I kind of pictured Him swimming in a white long-sleeved tunic shirt."
He retorts, "That doesn't make any sense. Who swims in a long-sleeved tunic?"
My reply, "Yeah, you're right. He totally has chest hair. He's a Middle-Eastern man!"

Why do we put on airs for Jesus?

Why do we feel like we've got big shoes to fill? As if we're always trying to step out of living in our big Brother's shadow?

Why can't we seem to picture Jesus doing everyday things?

He was a carpenter. He made tables, chairs, benches.
I'm sure before He was a carpenter He was making other things. He had to have some other niche before then to know that carpentry was His thing.
It's not like He lived his life saying, "Hey guys, I'm the Messiah... I'm dying for your sins in like 17 years from now so I'm gonna need you to give me some space."

I'm sure Jesus had to babysit. Mama's gotta run to the market at some point in the day, and there's Jesus, the eldest sibling. You know He got spat up on and changed diapers (cloth. totally green and eco-friendly, of course). 
I'm sure He helped His dad fixing things around the house (and other manly things like herding goats and fishing).
I'm sure He did dishes with his mom. I'm sure He and the rest of the kids helped her prepare for the Sabbath each week.

I'm sure Jesus stepped in poop.
I'm sure Jesus danced a Jewish jig (you know, get the grapevine in there... and a little shoulder shimmy a la Topol, "If I Were a Rich Man"). He got down with His bad self. The Man turned water into wine. You think He didn't get His groove on at that wedding after He performed His first miracle? Come on!

Why do we only picture our Brother always preaching the Sermon on the Mount and not sitting around a table enjoying a meal with family and friends, laughing and joking?


Our Savior was not some stone-faced ogre.

We need to get that through our thick skulls.

Satan wants us to believe that Jesus is purely God and was never fully man.

The King of Lies (Satan) wants us to always picture Jesus as some glowing holy being who sits on a very far away throne and doesn't have chest hair.

The Enemy wants Christ to appear as always walking on water and never swimming in it.

Satan doesn't want us to be able to picture Christ with us in our everyday activities. He wants to distance us from Him.

When all Christ wants to do is be with us in our everyday activities.

He wants to be there when you're singing into the hairbrush, dancing whilst vacuuming the carpets, rocking out in your station wagon.
He wants to be there when you're sick of changing diapers. When you're tired of having to answer your coworkers same question 15 times a day. He wants to be there when you're yelling at the guy in front of you who just cut you off in traffic.

We don't think our God wants to swim with us. So we don't invite Him into the water.

Let's fight this untruth.

Let's try inviting God into our daily lives. Our constant moments of joy and frustration. The "little things", if you will.

Let's fight the concept of our God being too big to invite into the little moments of our lives.

[ further reading on my other inspiration: http://50faith.blogspot.com/2012/06/laughing-jesus-fred-berger.html ]

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

dresser revamp

So, as some know - we moved last week.
In between the actual move and the time we had to turn in the keys we redid some dressers in the vacant apartment.



These are some dressers that Jason's parents had foreeever. We have a picture of Jason as a small boy standing (in full cowboy garb) in front of the tall dresser.
[you can't see in the picture of the horizontal dresser, but it has a mirror that goes on top of it]
They didn't have room for them anymore, so the let us have them.

As we all know (from previous revamps) I really don't like brass. So I knew I would redo the hardware eventually, but wasn't sure what to do with the furniture itself.

Then when I started getting on this grey & copper kick, I had an idea.
Strip them down and do a "grey-wash" (instead of a white wash).

So I thought this would take 1-2 days. It ended up taking 3.
And it took myself & Jason and several of our friends to get it all done. Day 1 Debbie & John Daniel helped. Day 2 Stephanie helped. Day 3 Olivia helped.
We all worked hard to get this thing done!

To me, the hardest part was stripping and staining the mirror.
To Jason, the hardest part was stripping the tops... or trying to strip the tops... to only realize that they were laminate.
Yeah. Who does that? "Hey let's make these all-wood dressers... and stick some laminate on the top that looks just like the rest of it. Yeah that's a good idea".... ?!?! Thank you, genius.... wherever you are.
Anyhow, we ended up painting the tops with a solid grey latex (the only paint that will adhere to laminate).

Ended up using a "sun-bleached" color stain from Rust-Oleum on the wood itself.

So, enough of my babble - here's the finished product!



That's the tall one. We're using it to hold our tv/xbox/dvds for now (we're living with my grandma temporarily to save up for a down-payment, our bedroom, bathroom, and half of an office is basically all we have. This is how we're dealing...).

Close-up on the hardware (going for "hammered copper"):
Here's a close-up on the difference between the top (laminate, latex) and the mirror (wood, stained).
Here's some of our "accessories".
Jason made me the necklace tree. I was given the cheese grater and painted it (copper!) and turned it into an earring holder.
Oh yeah... and there's Jason's ferret and my ET :]
Overall, I'm more than pleased with how these turned out! They're fantastic!
And Jason... well... he'd prefer that they just be painted solid black... soo... maybe these will go in our future guest bedroom ;P

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Plenty & Need


So, I haven't kept up with this over the summer, and that's totally on me. I don't even know why. I have plenty I could write about! Been making homemade soda syrups for my husband out of fruit. Spray painted a few things including a cheese grater that I turned into an earring holder. Today I'm making my first peach cobbler of the summer (long overdue). Life has also been quite fast-paced. I honestly don't know where this summer has gone! 

Also, we're moving this month, so I knew I needed to get a post in before that all goes crazy.

But today I wanted to shift the focus from my quirky life to the lives of others. 

I've been thinking a lot lately of those in need and those who have plenty.
Okay, I'm sure some of you are rolling your eyes and you think this is going to be some Bruce Wayne vs. Bane thing... it's not.

Specifically when I say those who have plenty, I don't mean rich people.
I mean hoarders.

What do you do when a family member or close friend is a hoarder? 
I mean, first off... you don't want to say, "Hey, you're a hoarder. Get rid of your crap."

Anyhow, my husband and I are naturally folks who purge our possessions regularly of anything that does not have a purpose or is not of value to us in a sentimental or edifying way. We don't understand why one would hold onto things that we have duplicates of (having multiple sets of silverware or multiple complete sets of glassware) or will probably never use again. We didn't get wedding china because we knew we'd never use it. That's just the kind of people we are. We're the "get down to brass tacks" kind of people in multiple senses of the phrase.

Do not mistake me - I'm not saying that we're better than anyone because of that. No. What I'm saying is, we're just unsure of how to address it in other's lives, especially when it's going to affect their life and our life when we will soon be sharing the same space.

I feel deep down I will have to say something along the lines of, "Do you need this? How could this [insert name of thing here] help someone else who could really benefit from it? Couldn't we sell or donate this to a person who needs it more than you?"

Well, I hope that conversation goes smoothly.

In contrast, what do we do about the homeless? 

I hear so many people talking about how they don't want to give cash to a homeless individual because it may not actually help them. I have often struggled with this as well. Especially when you see some homeless smoking a cigarette or talking on their cell phone. Or, when you see one homeless lady sitting in the same area for over ten years with the same sign that says "need money to pay for rent & feed my kids" sitting in her stroller (same stroller for that amount of time too). It makes you wonder if their story is real, if they truly do need your money.

Some would say you're not supposed to question if their story is true or not, you're just supposed to give them money because they say they're in need. I'm not sure if I'm ready to get on board with that logic. 

So what can we do? My husband and I have wrestled with this for a bit now.

Our first thoughts are, instead of giving money, why not give the essentials to those in need: food & water (and perhaps toothpaste and toothbrushes?).

But how? That's where I'd like some feedback. 
How do you keep yourself prepared for that needy person sitting at the stop-light? 

We've thought about coupons to local grocery stores or fast food places. We've also considered keeping water or non-perishables with us to give (but there are few non-perishables that you can keep in a car and hand to a person that they can consume without cooking). 

Today I just found a rebuttal to our thoughts on giving essentials instead of money: http://www.thehomelessgirl.com/2010/07/giving-just-food-to-panhandlers-is-lazy-selfish-and-predictable/.
Not sure how I feel about this rebuttal. . .

So how does one handle hoarders and homeless? These are the questions I ask today.

[[ in addition, here's a thoughtful list of general ideas on helping the homeless among us: https://www.justgive.org/donations/help-homeless.jsp ]]

Saturday, June 23, 2012

thursday.

here's my thursday:

figure out our electric bill. apparently we don't have to pay this month, and most of the bill next month. winning.
husband comes home from work. halfaday. sweet. so much winning.
call for an update on the maintenance people coming to fix our toilet. whatevs. can't get me down, right?
husband's napping, i'm watching rushmore and pinning. winning.

start on the pizza dough. cool. this is gonna be great.
hmm, pizza dough is kinda sucking, um what's going on here?
pizza dough is failing. okay, start over. no big deal. put this one aside, see if i can salvage it somehow... anyhow, time to redo.
get the yeast going, salt the flour... find a recipe to salvage the other dough with. husband finds a suitable one for wheat rolls while new pizza dough is rising.

we get started on this wheat roll business. . .
this batter seems waaay too thin for rolls or any sort of bread. but how would i know, anyway? just roll with it. [hah. see what i did there...]
husband plays video games and i iron my skirt while the pizza dough and bread/roll batter rises (?)...

fetch the dough from its resting place... divvy it up into two dough balls for two pizza pies. hmm. this dough seems awful sticky. add some flour.
add some more flour. keep kneading about.
add some more flour.
seriously, does it take this much flour? it's still so sticky?! [i have begun to get panickish at this point]
husband starts on second dough ball which is also so sticky. his seems to be taking a little better than mine, he begins to stretch it onto the pizza pan.
i glance over...

that's never going to stretch enough to fit the pan.
we'll have to combine and just make one individual pizza. which means we'll need to order a second pizza for there to be enough for us and our guests. . . . . now i'm perturbed.
why am i perturbed? i think there's a great quote from mrs. turner of "fairly odd parents" that goes along the lines of, "everything i touch dies"... here's a video for your enjoyment.

i get upset over things like this frequently.
i constantly feel like when i try new endeavors (in the cooking world or other aspects) it just fails miserably. and i get tired of that. it just gets old, you know?
i keep giving into the illusion of the perfect domesticated housewife, everything she touches comes alive with vibrance on the first try, everything tastes like euphoria in your mouth, and she never breaks a sweat.
i keep thinking i have to be her. . .

quickly we combine the dough, and i give husband the task of ordering pizza from somewhere. he does.
i prepare the pizza, dough, sauce, cheese, sausage, pepperoni, parmesan.
i also prepare the weird experiment rolls...
husband takes me aside for a moment and says "dear, stop being so hard on yourself. no matter how this turns out, enjoy the good time we had making this together. i think you've done a great job so far. *he holds me closer and puts my head on his shoulder* also, cry if you need to" <3
i make the decision not to cry, but enjoy the embrace. husband left to get the pizza, i put pizza and rolls in oven, and i get a chance to check my phone... turns out our guests didn't know if we had invited them to dinner or just to watch a movie, so they got some food [total miscommunication... the irony]...
i call husband to tell him our guests weren't having dinner with us, he says "oh well, we'll have a bunch of pizza for a while" ... "so how much is this pizza you got"... "thirteen dollars" ..."what?! thirteen dollars?! that's ridiculous! i never pay more than $8 for a large pizza! uggh. wait, i'm sorry, i didn't need to freak out over that. sorry" ..."thanks for apologizing. i'll be home soon"

so my pizza turns out with the thickness of 1.5 sicilian pizzas.
jason enjoys the pizza he purchased [and mine].
the rolls apparently turned out pretty tasty, i haven't tried them yet. jason just says they're good.
so, all these seeming fails turned into happy accidents.

and we still have a plethora of various pizza in the fridge.... :D

Friday, June 15, 2012

marriage, alone, boxes


Marriage doesn't mean you're always together. It means there are times when you're alone. Especially if one of the spouses is a military member. For annual training, Jason will have been gone for 16 days [the longest we've been apart so far in our marriage]. I visited him twice in those 16 days, which was really nice.

But with the aloneness comes some... out-of-the-norm behavior. Here's what me being alone for 16 days means:

- Bumming off of other people or constantly eating out because I dont want to make a meal just for me. Unless it's a TV dinner which makes me feel like crap afterward.

- Cupcakes from friends (Julianne, they were my true solace. you'll never know how much those cupcakes meant to me).

- It means getting to the verge of crazy.... when you're thinking its nice to have something waiting for you at home. Even if it is just dark chocolate klondike bars. Doesn't mean they aren't looking forward to being consumed, right??

- Being completely overwhelmed when it seems like a million bugs are invading your home. "How will I kill all these bugs?! *almost has a breakdown, starts breathing heavily*... "Oh! Vacuum! SUCK UP ALL THE BUGS! MUHAHA"
[ by the way, babe... the first item on your "honey-do" list will be to empty out the bug crypt... aka, the vacuum canister. I dont do dead bodies. That's your thing. ]

- It means having dreams of cuddling with your spouse, only to wake up and realize he's not there.

- It means soaking up sunlight with your best girl friends.

- And laughing at your the internet with your sister.

- It means grabbing random weapons when you hear odd noises.
Or even taking said weapons with you into the bathroom while you shower. I feel most vulnerable in the shower. Anything could happen.

- It also means getting to watch so many movies that your husband didn't want to watch... like American Psycho... The Machinist... hmm... prolly not the best choices when alone. No nightmares so far, so that's good.

- ...it also means binge movie buying... o.O

- It means considering trying to find a volleyball to put your handprint on to make friends with [maybe call him wilson?]... and creep your husband out with when he gets home.

Aaaahh, yes. Being alone drives you to a place of insanity.

But something serious I would like to say is - a lot of young couples who are considering marriage or are already married [like us] don't really realize how much of an adjustment it is to get married.

In talking with a dear friend of mine....a friend of hers recently got married and was saying what an adjustment was, she wanted to get my perspective on it...
I don't know how I came up with this analogy on the spot, but I'm thanking God for it, because it actually helped me understand marriage better.

When you're single you have all these boxes. One box for school, one for job, another for dating, one for family, and another for finances.

When you're married, all of those boxes go inside ONE BIG BOX labeled "marriage". Your boxes are not even yours anymore.
It's not just your problems anymore, it's our problems. It's not just your family anymore, it's our family. It's not just your finances anymore, it's our finances. And guess what... you have to COMMUNICATE about all this stuff properly.

So that's the adjustment.

Also, being married doesn't mean you'll be around each other all the time. Actually, you're really not around each other much unless neither of you have jobs or any hobbies.
Even when Jason and I do get to spend time with each other, sometimes we are spending that time together alone... if that makes any sense. He will be playing video games and I'll be on pinterest. He'll be reading a book while I'm blogging. He will be making mandalorian armor while I'm painting a lamp.
Marriage doesn't mean you'll automatically always want to do the same thing all the time with one another. You're still two separate individuals living as one flesh, one cohesive unit. You've gotta do whatcha gotta do to make that work. Sometimes that means taking a walk by yourself to sort out your thoughts.

But what marriage does mean is learning to love one another through the challenges. Learning more about yourself through another person. Learning how to better yourself, not try to change the other person. Learning how to work as a team. Learning how to help each other and help the people around you.

It's not easy by any means. There have definitely been times where I thought, "No wonder there will never be world peace, we can't even properly communicate with each other, and we're husband and wife! How would enemies possibly manage it?"

But nothing can replace marriage! Even when you're alone for 16 days.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

italian sausage, tomato & spinach pasta bake


sorry for the lack of posting. had a few things going on this past month... like a car dying and getting another. and our anniversary [listed here & here] and jason being at annual training [which means me alone and sad and trying to find things to do which generally don't include productivity for some reason or another].

this recipe originates from my mother-in-law who has a knack for creating tasty, healthy dishes on a small budget. she inspires me in the kitchen :] i have made a couple notes/small changes in a few areas, i've also done some research on the nutrition aspect of it. this is a meal for those trying to eat smart as it is low calorie, and a great source of vitamins A & C.

most would generally not think of italian sausage when trying to eat healthy, but this meal makes it work!

this meal has also been wholeheartedly approved by those who generally do not like eating vegetables [sources: john daniel].
ingredients (roughly):
(don't you love the pasta photoshopped in?)

one of my favorite activities is cooking with my husband. hearing him trying to pronounce neufchatel, wanting to combine all the ingredients, anxiously anticipating the dish to be finished ("is it done yet? i'm so hungry!")... it's just the best.
so you're gonna wanna get your water started for the pasta, then you're gonna wanna fry up the meat. if you're wondering why we're wearing mitts to fry meat... i have this dish that is used as the container for the crock-pot (not the base that heats it, which doubles as a griddle. i love multipurpose tools.) that can be used to fry and bake... not just crock. it's so amazing. so i used it to fry up the meat and be the container for the whole dish to put in the oven (oh, heads up, we use a toaster oven to save money!).
so as you saw in the previous image above, we were frying up the meat, and draining the fat. you should probably preheat your oven to 350 about now.
after your pasta is cooked and drained, add the pasta. also add cream cheese, tomatoes, spinach, spices, and a partial amount of your mozzarella and parmesan if you like. combine by mixing thoroughly.
if you don't have a cool multifunctional frying/baking/crocking dish like me, you'll want to lightly grease a baking dish and pour all your ingredients in at this time.
then put the rest of your mozzarella and parmesan on top.
aw, it's so cute, just sittin there!
then cover with foil and put in oven for 30 minutes, remove foil and cook another 5 minutes.
should look a lil somethin like this when you're done:

looks deeeelish, eh? serve it up after it's cooled a bit, and enjoy!

hope you all enjoy this dish as much as my husband and i do [as well as our guests, oh and my family-in-law... want to credit my mother-in-law again. she's just great!]. if you try it, let me know what you thought of it as well as any edits you made!
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the recipe: italian sausage, tomato & spinach pasta bake

portion size: this recipe is good for roughly 4-6 people. it may vary for your family!

what you need:
1lb pasta [rotini or egg noodles, i always choose whole wheat]
1 lb sweet italian sausage [you can also do 2lbs to make it meatier, i always love meatier]
1 can italian style diced tomatoes, undrained
1 10oz package of frozen spinach, defrosted [you could also use fresh, roughly 8oz]
1 8oz package of cream cheese [neufchatel is preferred to cut down fat content, you can make this richer by adding more cream cheese]
2 cups shredded mozzarella [or italian blend with parmesan]
1/2 cup parmesan
eyeball spices like salt, pepper, basil, oregano, rosemary, parsley, thyme, onion, garlic to taste

what you've gotta do:
first, get some water in a pot and begin to boil it [cook the other stuff while this is coming to a boil to save time], cook pasta according to cook time on package.
preheat your oven [or toaster oven!] to 350.
put some olive oil in a pan/skillet and fry up your sausage [do note, if your sausage has casings, you need to remove them from the casings]. drain the grease.
drain your pasta. add sausage and cream cheese to the pasta. combine. then add spinach, tomatoes, and spices - combine. add half of your mozzarella and parmesan if you like.
find a baking dish, lightly grease it if need be.
add ingredients to dish.
add the rest of your mozzarella and parmesan to the top.
cover dish with foil.
put in oven for 30
minutes. remove foil and bake for 5 more minutes.
let cool, serve, and enjoy!

Sunday, June 10, 2012

anniversary

sorry for the lack of posting. had a few things going on this past month... like a car dying and getting another. and our anniversary [listed here] and jason being at annual training [which means me alone and sad and trying to find things to do which generally don't include productivity because i'm pathetic].

may 28th 2012 marked our happy one year anniversary.

we were going to go out of town for an extended weekend, but our plans didn't go as planned... as they generally do not for us. so we had a nice staycation.

we mostly just did whatever we wanted to do when we wanted to do it. it was awesome.
sunday [which is one of the two days we did interesting things] we went to rocketts landing for their memorial day celebration called "rocketts red glare"... i love attending events with great titles. food, drinks, ships on the river, glorious sunsets, ruins, and fireworks!


we watched the fireworks from the back of our "new" RAV4, which was a great "breaking in" experience for that fabulous vehicle. it was a splendid evening. we would have avoided most of the horrendous traffic afterward, but we accidentally took a wrong turn... yeeeahh. but we got gelati celesti afterward, so it made everything "aaall better!"

the next day [our actual anniversary] we did something quite special [which only a handful of people know about, because i'm not quite sure if i'm ready for that to be on the internet... eh. we'll see if i make up my mind soon enough.]
after lunch that day, we enjoyed our anniversary cake. it was great! no freezer burn! huzzah!
that evening we used our gift card to olive garden, which was delish.
all in all, it was a great staycation for our anniversary. hopefully next year we'll get to do something more grand, but this did just nicely!

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

one year


one year.
seems impossible that it's already been a full year.
why did a full year seem to take so much longer before we were married?
so much has changed.
we went from being of two fleshes (?) to one.
we went from being engaged to married.
we went from no tattoos or piercings to tattoos and piercings.
i don't have two jobs anymore. i have neither of the jobs i had a year ago, and have one job that i'm thrilled to have and so grateful for.
jason still has two jobs. but one of them changed from construction to customer service. he finally received a well overdue promotion in the military, and he's due for another soon enough.
the car that we drove away from our wedding to our short 2-day honeymoon is now dead, and we have a RAV4, our dream car.
we went from having a futon to a couch, then got rid of the couch and got a single solitary chair. strange. we also have a carpet now instead of a workout mat. isn't that nice? our dvd collection has grown. a lot.
so many wall hangings.
and pinterest. oh, pinterest. you suck my life away and seemingly make it so much easier.... right?

so many friendships made. a few friendships salvaged.
so many friendships lost. some just temporarily put on hold for some unknown reason to me.
so many of our friends got married or about to get married.
so many babies everywhere... or babies who have doubled or tripled in size in one year. they're all walkin and talking and shtuff.
family moving here and there.
we were supposed to go to scotland in september. now that we have our dream car, scotland has to wait a year. unless a miracle occurs.

lest i forget, jason almost deployed and did not. thank you, Jesus! lest i forget how my health deteriorated in those two months. lest i forget how much i learned. the lesson was that i cannot control my circumstances. things like deployment, employment, residence situations, health situations, death... i can't control, so why should i stress out so freaking hard about it? GOD HAS GOT THIS. and i need to sit down, shut up, chill out, read His word, and pray.

i wonder what this upcoming year of marriage will hold?
will my husband change? yes.
will i change? yes.
will it be for the better? i hope.
will the world end? more than likely.

after all, it is 2012.

Saturday, May 26, 2012

new york, new york: part 3


PART TRES: then & now

march 2008. it was a cold month in new york.
april 2012 was a nice, temperate month.
i ventured out on the trip in 2008 with two girl friends as an unmarried college girl.
we stayed in one of my girl friend's grandparents house in jersey. we drove up to jersey and bussed into the city two days.
in 2012 i ventured out as a degreed college graduate with my husband on a train and stayed with the most amazingly hospitable near-strangers in the city.

in 2008 i didn't own a smart phone [iphones existed, other smart phones did not yet exist].
i did in 2012. made finding certain things a lot easier.

in '08, our navigator was dearest charity [char char!] savino holding a map.
google maps was our attempted navigator in 2012, it didn't work as well as we hoped. walking directions on phone apps aren't so successful. 

walking the brooklyn bridge was much more pleasant in april of 2012 than march of 2008. it wasn't face-bitingly cold in april and i didn't have to pee like a racehorse like i did in march 2008. and lemme tell ya, there were a LOT less people walking on the bridge back then [probably just because it was so cold!].
the new york skyline is quite different in four years [and is it just me, or does the river look cleaner? haha].
visiting the world trade center in 2012 was just as hard as it was visiting in 2008.
on the day we visited in 2008, the last stairwell was being torn down the day we visited.
there was a small site where you could see the names, place flowers. there was a man playing some sort of musical instrument and singing amazing grace.
in four years time, there is now a full blown memorial and tower 1 is 75% of the way complete [and now is the tallest building in the city]. no one is there singing amazing grace.
central park. so much warmer, 97% more populated.
bethesda terrace march 2008.
bethesda terrace april 2012.
bow bridge 2008.
bow bridge 2012.
2008 trip included a stop at coney island which unfortunately didn't happen in the 2012 trip. i would have really enjoyed seeing how that changed, especially since the selling of the property.
but, got to visit soho and lady liberty on this trip, so i guess it all evens out, right [eeh, there's a place in my heart for coney island that nothing else can replace]?

i loved both of these trips equally. i don't think anything can really top you "first experience" in a place. but i'm really glad the second trip was twice as long as the first one. you really can never get enough of new york in!

another major difference in these two trips was when i came back from the 2008 trip i thought, "i could never live in NYC, it's just a lovely place to visit. i can't handle the hustle and bustle." after this 2012 trip, both jason and i have both thought that we could live there for a short time before we have kids. only if God wills it, though.

i just can't wait to go back :]