Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Monday Date Nights With Hannah
Since this is the second week in a row, I feel it is HIGH time to blog about this!
Hannah rocks my socks! This all started when she invited me to Zumba. Everything that goes wrong in our week, gets danced out in that hour class! Last week, we decided we needed ice cream! It just so happened that it was a million degrees last week, and we looked rather horrible as we trudged through HyVee to get our ice cream. Of course those are the days when you see everyone you know! As we sat with our dish of ice cream, we talked it all out. Everything from boys to friends, and college to families. After that we looked up all our "stalkers" on Facebook, and laughed until we couldn't breathe.
A week later, I was ready for another date! We "power walked" 2 miles down the parkway, and then went for a quick swim. Next, we carried on the tradition of visiting HyVee for ice cream, once again looking like our beautiful selves!
Hannah is a lovely girl, after God's own heart. Thank goodness for Skype, which we will get a ton of use out of this fall! Follow Hannah at www.FaithAndFinery.blogspot.com :)
Reid is home!!
Reid has been away from us for 10 days. He and his Boy Scout troop went to Canada for some canoeing and fishing. Although the reasons why they did this don't quite make sense to me, I am thrilled to have him home. Even though he doesn't always say much, having him in the passenger seat or the next room over is a comfort that I take for granted. Last night we stayed up late telling stories and watching Dane Cook on YouTube, just like the good old days.
Mailbox Monday
As I was driving home from work today, I was a little depressed with the thought that I had nothing for Mailbox Monday. But lo and behold, there was something in the mail. At long last, my dorm bedding finally arrived!! It is absolutely perfect! I now have a quilt, sheets, and throw pillow.
I also got 2 lovely cards from Anna and Julia for my birthday :)
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Elizabeth Gilbert
The fear of fail hovers over us. The society we live in now has only compounded this fear. The concept of doing anything different, or inconsistent with the norm of your peers, with simply get you thrown into the fire. I am blessed with wonderful parents, who have done so much to support and nurture the creative side of myself, and my brothers. Why? Because they rightly think that it is important. I truly believe that my gifts are on loan from God. I, as a human, possess nothing. There is nothing inside of me that makes me able to play the piano with any decency. I know there are moments, glorious moments, where the song is magnificent. Where something from within is pouring out of me with such perfection that it simply can not be me. Before I get carried away, you must understand that these moments come about once every two months. Of course I ask myself if it's worth it. I am putting in ten hours of practice a week, for about 2 minutes of perfection. You better be sure that I doubt myself! There are so many days that I don't show up for "my job." I know I will never be the best. My senior recital was exactly this kind of event. The music flowed from me, like never before. And now I sit at the piano thinking "I will never be able to top that".
As a Catholic, I believe that this genius is the Holy Spirit. That when the spirit is within me, I am able to play and perform in this way. I am almost always able to directly correlate my prayer life with playing the piano, and that is sometimes the most frightening of all.
Tales of a lover...and her computer.
Dear Readers,
I wanted to take this opportunity to inform you, that I now have my own computer!! I purchased the 13in. Mac Book Pro with my graduation/summer job money. If you were wondering, yes, I have an unhealthy love for it. It is the cheese to my macaroni. I adore it.
I wanted to take this opportunity to inform you, that I now have my own computer!! I purchased the 13in. Mac Book Pro with my graduation/summer job money. If you were wondering, yes, I have an unhealthy love for it. It is the cheese to my macaroni. I adore it.
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