Monday, December 24, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
This is Morgan, who made the mistake of messing around with my camera. Morgan is a friend who works with me. She was kind enough to volunteer the service of her boyfriend to help hang drywall in the kitchen.
Please pray for B & J that he will get his visa and get over here so they can finally get married!
Friday, December 14, 2007
2 - My younger brother is building the ultimate igloo for this woman who is homeless, has a baby and is in love with him. The igloo is a two story home made of ice and snow. He's building it in the field behind our house (which is still a field and not filled with poorly built $250,000 homes). He is using a shovel and dad's old wheelbarrow to haul the snow. I make sure he has no interest in this woman, because I really don't like her, and then I go and give her a piece of my mind about her flirting with and taking advantage of my brother.
3 - A man and a woman break into our home while we are sleeping. They are shining their flashlights all about and talking about killing us. I'm awake but pretending to be asleep; Travis is snoring. They really just want to rob us and weren't expecting us to be home. They pretty much decide to not kill us unless we wake up and find them so I try incredibly hard to have normal breathing.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
- it fills hours of Travis' time, thus taking him away from me.
The reasons I love football:
- I don't
The reasons I sorta like football, sometimes:
- it makes my husband happy
- it gives my husband something to do to relax
- it's excellent nap time for me on a Sunday afternoon- it allows for intelligent, educating conversations such as the one that follows:
"If I were a football player, what position would I be?"
"You'd be a linebacker. You've got a bigger, stronger build, speed and you could take someone down if you needed to."
"What about Mia?"
"She'd be a safety because she's small and fast."
"Same with Kim?"
"Same with Kim."
"What about Kate and Ellie?"
"Kate would be a linebacker with you. But Ellie's got more speed so she'd be a running back maybe. No, Michelle would be the running back. She's tall, athletic, fast... Ellie would be a tight end."
Me with the safeties.
Friday, December 7, 2007
I found out about the internship this way: My mom, younger brother and I all read A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, Dave Eggers Pulitzer nominated memoir. We then drove up to Chicago to hear him speak at the Art Institute. During that talk he spoke a lot about the new writing center he had just founded for kids in the city. He talked about how the interns made it run and all the fun field trips they did. And how there was a store in the front that sold pirate supplies (lard, peg legs, wooden planks, eye patches...). So I went home and started reading about it on their website. And then one day I saw that they needed interns. All you had to do was send an email with your experience, talents and availability.
I still remember coming back from class and checking my answering machine and hearing the message that they wanted me to come out and take on one of the internships. I jumped up and down and screamed with excitement. And then I prayed, "God, if You want me to have this internship You need to make it happen for me."
And before I knew it I had a place to stay for the whole 4 months. My first 2.5 weeks would be spent with my professor's cousin. The rest of the time I would be living with a widow and her 5th grader, who went to school with the daughter of one of my professor's cousin's coworkers. (Did you follow that?) And in a city with incredibly high rent, I was being paid $50/week to cat sit for the woman while she and her daughter were gone. They also left me grocery money and bought my bus pass. And on top of it all, they are two of the kindest people I have ever met in my life.
I spent my summer working with amazing people. I met authors and directors. I worked with adorable children and interesting teens - encouraging them all in their writing skills and trying to foster in them a love for reading. I created programs, helped with fundraisers, worked with grant-writing and grew to love the city. While I was there I learned a great deal about myself: that am smart, hardworking, talented, good with people. I learned that I can be very different from others but still gain their respect and friendship. And I learned that I have a lot more courage than I ever dreamed I did.
The night before I left for SF I told my younger brother and his friend Matt that I just wasn't going to go. I was scared and nervous. I was going to a strange city (me a country girl) where I knew nobody (and I have at least one relative on every page of my high school yearbook). As I was ranting and raving Karl, my brother, told me it was going to be okay, I'd do great, I needed to go. But Matt looked me in the eye and said, "Bonnie, if you don't go to San Francisco you're the stupidest person I know."
He was right. And so I went. And I'm a better person because of it.
This was all inspired by an article I just read about Dave Eggers having just won the TED Prize for his work with education.
Check out 826 National and see all the good work they've done. Maybe there's even a center near you that you can get involved with.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Monday, December 3, 2007
- giving and getting gifts from people I love
- baking cookies
- parties and festivities
- Christmas carols
My one complaint is that the whole Christmas thing starts way too soon. 91.5 WCIC, why do you have to start playing Christmas music the day after Thanksgiving? And why will you come to an almost full stop on December 26th?
I also wish that we would recognize that Jessica Simpson does not sing "Breath of Heaven" as well as Amy Grant and we should not play her version of it. And no one will ever sing "White Christmas" like Bing Crosby so why do we have to listen to others' renditions? (Except, of course, for the Drifters' rendition - ya know the one used in Home Alone. That one is different and a delight.)
Preparing for Christmas - for the gift of a savior - and looking forward to that moment when we can truly REJOICE is thrilling. I'm crazy with anticipation.
Recently I have been thinking a lot about the Second Coming Christ. I have also been thinking about the fact that I do not know when I will die. It could be tonight; who knows.
I'm having these thoughts in part because of the loss of Peter Mark. But also because I have been a much grumpier person since becoming pregnant. Every day I am short with someone or judgemental or impatient. After my moment of frustration or fury has left I feel embarrassed by my rudeness and lack of humility. I am trying to be ready for Him. I'm trying to keep my wicks trimmed. Because when I do meet Him, whether He comes to me or I go to Him, I really don't want Him to ask me about why I didn't take care of such and such. I want a firm,"Well done, good and faithful one."