Thursday, December 9, 2010

Prompt 27: The thing you most enjoy doing

The thing I most enjoy doing often involves this:

And these:

Friends and coffee; the perfect combination.

This holy combination can come together in a coffee shop or a friend's living room. It can be light and lovely, or deep and soul revealing. There's just something so comforting about sitting across from someone you know and care about while sipping a warm beverage. Conversation seems to flow more easily when you're staring at another person as the steam rises from the cup.

If you're taking the time to read this, I'd love to know what the thing is that YOU most enjoy doing. Do you understand the charms of a hot beverage?

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Prompt 26: The last person you made a pinky promise to

I nanny for two kids, Max (age 4) and Carly (age 6). The picture to the left is of them with their mom about 2 years ago. They are definitely NOT the easiest kids I have ever nannyed for. Let's just be honest: they are brats. And yet, they have grown on me. Rather than finding the fact that neither child ever wants to wear clothes disturbing I have come to find it strangely endearing and quirky. I've also begun to see working for that family as a ministry to the mom (in large part due to Becky's perspective on the issue). There are some days I can't handle the brattiness, but more times when they're really sweet. Like today, playing "connect 4" with Max and genuinely laughing at the goofy way he was playing the game.

Anyway, this post is about pinky promises. A month or two ago Carly showed me the "secret drawer" in her bedroom that held all of her most prized possessions: a fart machine, a couple of bracelets, a jaw breaker, some Pokemon cards. She made me pinky promise her that I wouldn't tell Max where her secret drawer was.

There's something about being with children that helps me understand what it means to have faith like a child. Carly believes that because she calls her drawer a "secret drawer" that it will forever stay a secret. Disregard the fact that it is simply one of many drawers in her dresser and Max could easily open each drawer and discover her prized possessions. Disregard the fact that a dresser is no spot to really hide anything. Her belief that it is a secret hiding spot makes it so. Just like her belief that wrapping her pinky around mine and saying "pinky promise" will bar me from telling her secrets. She says it is so and therefore it is so.

I often remind myself that I am God's child. That I am blessed. That I am redeemed. And yet, I don't often believe it. What would it look like to have faith like Carly? To truly believe that, for example, saying someone is my best friend and would never do anything to hurt me, makes it so. To truly believe that saying God loves every hair on my head, makes it so.

From a modern, academic perspective, faith like a child doesn't make sense. But there's something precious about that kind of faith. I wish Carly would forever believe that a pinky promise is binding and that the people in her life would not convince her otherwise. I guess all I can do is be the kind of person who doesn't break such promises. Maybe by having people in her life that keep those promises Carly will become the kind of person who continues to trusts and continues to believe - child like faith, even beyond her years as a child. Now that I think about it - I'd like a dose of that "believe in a pinky promise" kind of faith as well.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Prompt 25: The person who gave you your favorite memory

I have approximately 25 years of memories so it's kind of hard to pick my most favorite out of all memories. Instead I'll discuss my most favorite of all memories...from the past two weeks. On Monday night of last week (November 22) we got about 3 inches of snow and another 1 inch or so over night. I ended up having to stay at work until about 6:30pm and due to the lack of busses running on time I walked home. That day I happened to be wearing a dress, tights, and ballet flats which made the 45 minute walk home a bit interesting and a bit cold. On my way home I had a conversation with my friend Maggie who had to abandon her car approximately 30 blocks away from my house. She ended up camping out at Starbucks and then walking over to our friend Rachel's who lives just a hop, skip, and jump away from me. When I was about 10 minutes away from my house, Maggie and Rachel called me and said they'd meet me en route and convinced me to take a detour to Rachel's where there was the promise of hot soup, fresh rolls, and tea. Apart from the fantastic companionship the food made it a very tempting offer.

Maggie and Rachel met up with me about a block away from Rachel's where we proceeded to run throughout the field of a church turning up the freshly fallen snow. In one of my more graceful moments, I walked down what I thought was a snow covered hill and instead was a snow covered cement slope. It almost happened in slow motion as I slipped down this slope and my hands and legs got buried in the snow. The best part was the sound effect I gave to narrate this event: "woop." Uproarious laughter on the part of myself, Rachel, and Maggie was the immediate laughter as can be evidenced from the picture.

Rachel then graciously opened up her home to me as well as sweats from her wardrobe as we feasted and shared great conversation. The icing on the cake was that one of my roommates also joined us bringing brownies and a BBC mini series which was delightful. I love when my worlds merge and in that one moment some of my most favorite people were all in one place.

Karen, Maggie, and I left Rachel's, playing in the snow on our way home and then sat by the fire before retiring to bed. I remember when I was a senior in high school that I had a conversation with one of my friends that when we became adults we wanted to have deeply important friendships where we still did goofy things and had sleep overs. No matter how many times I can look at my life and say "this is not where I thought my life would end up" the place of importance that many of my friends currently have in my life is one piece that is exactly as I hoped it would be. Cheesy, but true.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Prompt 24: The person who gave you your first memory

I think the person who gave me my first memory was my crazy day care person. I remember she was old and crotchety and she had a series of glasses with random cartoon characters. I'm pretty sure she drank powdered milk (pretty sure that was a pretty 80's thing to do) and would always stare into her glass and swirl it around when it got close to the end of the milk.

One time I didn't eat all of my lunch (it was some sort of gross Spanish rice thing) and she sent me upstairs to go to sleep. I didn't know where she wanted me to sleep so I went upstairs and fell asleep on the floor of her bedroom. A little bit later she came up to the room and yelled at me for sleeping on the floor. I told her I didn't know where to sleep and she had me sleep in a crib. Pretty sure I was 3 years old at the time and pretty upset she was making me sleep in a crib.

So, thank you crotchety babysitter for being unkind to me and thereby giving me my first memory. Pretty sure she's no longer alive. Does this make me a bad person?

Monday, November 15, 2010

Prompt 23: The last person I kissed

This is a complicated (and uncomfortable) question to answer.

If we're talking about the last person I kissed in a romantic manner, then that person does not exist. If we're talking about the last person I kissed who is not related to me and of the opposite sex, then that would be Matt Merritt when we acted together our senior year of high school in the play The Universal Language. If we're talking about the last person I kissed, period, then it would be the 6 year old girl Carly that I said goodbye to for the day by giving each other hugs and kissing her on the cheek.

On a side note: kissing is weird and I don't get it. Granted, my experience is clearly quite limited. Sometimes I watch a movie and think to myself "if that's what kissing is like, then sign me up" and other times I think "Oh man, please make it stop! That woman is drowning, save her from the man with the mammoth lips."

Friday, November 12, 2010

Prompt 22: My pet peeves

Here are my pets of a peevish nature, both big and small:
* When cupboards and drawers are left partially open.
* The sound forks make when you pull them apart when the pokey things get stuck together.
* When people say "I could care less" rather than the properly stated "I couldn't care less".
* Hearing other people eat when I'm not eating.
* When I can tell people aren't listening to me.
* When I feel I'm being fit into a peg of people's lives (i.e. the responsibile friend, the single friend, the caretaker friend, the funny friend, etc.)

* Stepping on crumbly things with my bare feet.
* Having a bad hair day
* Not being able to find things that I'm looking for.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Prompt 21: Someone you judged by your first impression

I skipped Prompt 20 (favorite TV shows) because it didn't really interest me to dedicate an entire blog post to the topic. And I'd rather talk about how judgemental I am because that's just so much better.

I feel like I judge everyone by their first impression. A lot of the time I make a determination about how that person and I would relate. Am I cool enough, pretty enough, funny enough, smart enough, etc. to be friends with this person? How did this come to pass?

I think I am a fairly judgemental person in that I make snap decisions on who people are based on very little bits of information. I listened to a sermon by Rob Bell from Mars Hill Bible Church in Grand Rapids, Michigan. He was trying to explain the difference between the kind of judgement that is connected to keeping people accountable and the kind of judgement that Jesus warns against us bringing upon others. He suggests that we need to judge the actions of others but we've crossed the line when we begin to make conclusions about people's character based on those actions. So, for example, it would be appropriate for me to tell someone that it is not right for them to steal candy from a baby but if I then made the leap that because they stole candy from a baby that they were a bad person and unworthy of being loved, then I'd be crossing the line. Rob Bell explains that when we make that leap, we are trying to do God's job for him. Ultimately, God is the only one who can judge hearts.

Judging people in this way leads to two things: 1) I become less open to new relationships with people because I am caught in a circle of judgement wherein I am judging them, and also determining ways in which I think they are judging me. 2) I fail to give myself or others credit. Moment of transparency here: there's this guy I have a baby crush on and I get along with him well it seems. However, I'll see him talking to other girls that I have determined to be prettier than I am and then come to the conclusion that he would never reciprocate my crushage feelings because I fall short in areas x, y, and z. This is where judgement becomes a problem! I thought about the past few guys I've been interested in and what piqued my interest. It was never their physical appearance. There was a charisma, or shared interests, or humor that initiated my interest and then of course I came to see them as being very handsome, but it never started with physical attraction. Why, then, do I assume that guys would do the exact opposite and base their interest solely on physical appearance?

Anyway, I know this prompt asks about a specific person I judged by their first impression, but judgement in general seemed a more provoking topic.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Prompt 19: Something that makes you different

I cry when I laugh. Not like a single tear slowly and dramatically dropping down my cheek as a symphony plays in the back ground, but tears cascading down both sides of my face. My friend Becky calls them projectile tears and says that they are my super power.

This past weekend (why did I take not pictures of this?!?) my super power was in rare form as I gathered with other youth staff leaders for our annual retreat in Cle Elum. The tears started flowing on Friday night while playing Catchphrase. The following day I basically cried so hard that I think my body might have actually dehydrated itself. We played Balderdash and bag of nouns and developed more inside jokes than are really necessary for any one group of people.

God is really working in my life to soften my heart in a lot of ways and I think part of that is being kinder to myself. One of my fears is that I'm destined to live an unspectacular and insignifcant life. There's all these places I want to go and things I want to do, but feel bound to this time and place because of the amount of debt that I'm in. My little bro and I were having dinner last week and I was explaining some of this and he reminded myself of what I'm doing now that's indicative of where I want to be in the future: I volunteer with students, I work at a non-profit, I serve. So, while my gut reaction might be to say that there is nothing different about me, that I am mired down in mediocrity, I feel like God is challenging me to question that.

I really like that I cry when I laugh and that I do so easily because it reminds me the way that God has sown seeds of joy into my life. There's something almost sacred about laughter. If I don't laugh while in someone's company it's difficult for me to imagine being great friends with them. When someone asks me to describe any of my favorite people, aside from their physical attributes, I normally mention that they are funny. All that to say that I think God has gifted me in a way to experience moments of piercing joy in the midst of sorrow, feeling sick, being discouraged, having PMS, etc., and that one of the embodiments of that joy is laughter and therefore many tears.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Prompt 18: The Person You Wish You Could Be

I skipped prompt 16 because it didn't interest me.

While I could write about the actual person I'd like to be more than any other (Kate Winslet, Toni Collette, Mindy Kaling, or maybe David Hasselhoff) I feel like it's more important for me to talk about the kind of person I wish I could be -- because that person is actually within myself and not a celebrity of some sort. By the by, I don't actually want to be David Hasselhoff.

I'm starting to realize that I have some unhealthy ways of relating to people, primarily in the way I react when I'm upset by a situation. Somewhere in my development as a human being I determined that it was appropriate to handle situations by shutting down, blocking people out, and moping. While on the inside there's a firestorm of feelings and frustrations, on the outside I try to present an image of cold stone blankness. What happens, though, is that people can tell I'm upset but I don't want to upset them by admitting I'm upset, so I just don't talk. This happened a couple of weeks ago while having dinner at a friend's house. Something was said that upset me and I didn't want to state so at that moment, so I instead decided I'd remove myself from the conversation. People were asking me if I was okay, and I just kept denying that anything was wrong. About 30 minutes after I made that commitment I started to laugh and contribute to the conversation and almost chastised myself for doing so. I kept thinking I was being inauthentic for moving on so quickly from an upsetting situation but started thinking about it and decided that maybe God has prevented me in my spirit to hold a grudge. I decide to be upset about something, and 30 minutes later I'm laughing. Is this an inability to feel things appropriately? I'm starting to see it as a blessing. Why is it that I can have an infuriating conversation with someone dear to me and 1 hour later be out with my friends eating dinner and laughing hysterically? The problem is that before I get to the laughing hysterically bit, I try to dwell on the anger bit and shut down. I try to make people feel how angry I am without actually expressing my anger. I want to be the kind of person that can be blessed with joy, but not someone who in the midst of sorrow is determined to make others as miserable as possible.

I feel God beginning to transform that part of my spirit, and I know that it's something that I've inherited and have developed b/c it serves me in some way (albeit negatively). The other day while discussing this with some people I verbally said out loud "This stops with me. If I ever have children, this is not something I'm going to pass on. It's finished." And I know that through Christ, through asking for healing, and through intentionally trying to love people well, that it can be finished.

Also, here is a poem my friend Katja wrote about our friendship. It made me smile.

across a state line or two, me and you,
or the palpable distance, contorted,
renew: varying between the mileage,
anew: doing things i never thought
i'd have to do, did you?
believe me:it's only a matter of time before you

She also took the pictures I included with this post. I like these because I think they all either were taken at a time when I felt really free or depict the kind of freedom and peace I want to trust God to equip me with each day.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Prompt 17: The Place You Wish You Were From

I just took two different quizzes to find out the place that I should live, based on arbitrary questions such as "what food would you most like to eat: cheese, a hamburger, Indian food, pizza" I got two different response. One response said that I should live in Greece because it's artistic and apparently so am I. The other response said I was a "country mouse" and should move to Michigan. Both great ideas.
I'm going to change this prompt a little bit and instead answer where I would move to if money and purpose were not at all to be determined. Of the places I've been, the place I'd like to most live is London or somewhere in England or somewhere in Ireland. I loved walking through London at night (the way it looked and the way everything felt and how many people were out and about). I loved being in a place with lots of history. I loved knowing things that a local would in a see of tourists. I loved the weather (VERY similar to Seattle). I loved the public transportation system. I loved Ryan Air.
I understand that it is completely possible to idealize a place and maybe I am idealizing London. The last time I was there was 4 years ago so maybe my feelings would be different going back. More than anything, I think, I'd just love to live abroad. I want to immerse myself in a completely different culture for at least a year. Now just to determine when that will happen and where I should go and what I should do. Details, really.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Prompt 15: The Person You Miss the Most

I'm reminded of the scene in the Bruce Willis movie The Kid when little Bruce Willis (played by Spencer Breslin) realizes that as a kid they moved houses 12 times and shouts of "What happened?!?" That's what I'm asking myself about this blog. I was doing SO well! What happened?!?

Anyway, no condemnation, just moving on. This one is actually pretty difficult for me because I don't feel like there is anyone I really miss all that much. My best friends (whom have been mentioned in previous posts) that live far away are people I still connect with regularly, and those people that I've drifted away from I am trying in some small measure to reconnect with. There are people I wish I could see and people I'd like to see more often than I do. But, I think I simply get used to it when people aren't around anymore. The people I end up missing are those that are in my circle of friends here in Seattle or that I interact with frequently. Then, when they aren't around for days or a week or two at a time, I miss their presence.

While I rejoice whenever my long distance friends and family come to visit or when we talk on the phone, I've gotten used to not having all of my nearest and dearest within a 5 mile radius. It's like I've created a new category for my long distance friends. I remember and think of them keenly, would love to see them more often, but don't miss them in a heart achey sense of the word. The people I've missed in the past week or two are my friend Maggie, Kara (one of the girls in my youth group), Jaelithe, Chrissie, my co-leaders at youth group, and others that I go through spurts of seeing and then not seeing. Hmmm...maybe rather than name the person that I miss more than any other, I'll contact them to hang out and finally end the misery of not seeing them! Time to be a doer, and not a thinker.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Prompt 14: Someone You've Drifted Away From

This is kind of a bummer, but there are about 15 people I could write about here without even batting an eyelash. I know that's just kind of the nature of life, right? One of my high school girls recently moved to Chicago, and when I was talking to her on the phone shortly after the move, I told her to not be too hard on herself and not to kill herself trying to maintatin relationships with every single person she knew here in Seattle. I explained to her that it's just too exhausting to maintain every friendship in Seattle while also developing friendships in Chicago. The most important relationships stick, but I'm beginning to realize that sometimes people can enter your life for just a season, and I'd do better to simply appreciate them in my life at that period of time rather than forcing each relationship to be what I think it should be. However, in appreciating these relationships within their seasons, sometimes some rather important friendships dissipate as well.

Growing up, I am sure I had "best friends". You know, the ones you always hung out with, always shared your lunch with, and generally just had a skipping good time with. This kinds of friends in my case did not last. In the 3rd grade Nikki Norris told the entire 3rd grade class that I stretched our her body suit and that I was fat. In the 5th grade Melissa Bong only hung out with me as a way to hang out with my adorable next door neighbor. In the 6th grade I met Emmalee Ridgeway who was my nearest and dearest friend for about 3 years until she went to another school. She was, however, a fantastic friend and I hope one day to find her on Facebook.

It wasn't until I was in the 9th grade that I developed a "best friendship" that was built on a solid foundation. Kristen Miles is probably the first person I can remember pursuing me as a friend not because of what I could give her (access to a cute next door neighbor, for example) but because she wanted to be my friend. We established a ridiculous mutual love for Goran Visnjic, Spy Daddy from Alias, and other random artificats of pop culture. We ate lunch together almost every day during Junior and Senior year of high school, planned winter formals, and gave each other permission to ask questions about one another's faiths and respond respectfully. And when we got together, stupid, stupid amounts of laughter transpired. Our friendship was always easy, in the best way possible. Never any stupid drama, never any subtle criticism of one another, just friendship.

I lost touch with Kristen, but was randomly thinking about her one day in college, knew she was on her mission in Norway and found her through the LDS website where we sent a couple of emails to one another. I have the best intentions of being her pen pal as she is in Idaho and I am in Seattle. It's weird, isn't it, the relationships that last and the ones that quicksilver that seem to slip between our fingers? I hope I was as good of a friend to Kristen in high school as she was to me, but as this is one relationship that I would really love to rekindle I may have the opportunity to be that kind of friend to her even if it is across long distances.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Prompt 13: Something You're Looking Forward To

So, you might have noticed that I moved from "days" to "prompts". This is because I went about 4 days without posting anything, so the word days is misleading. But, this has been a fantastic way to provide me some guidance it what to write about. I think I'll be done doing something structured after this though, at least for a while, b/c there's all this other stuff that I've had ideas to write about. Anyway, what is something I am looking forward to?

I am greatly looking forward to running a half marathon with my little brother in November! We're running the Seattle Half-Marathon on Sunday, November 28. The best part of training is that Cameron and I get together for our long runs each week and it's been a great time to spend regular amounts of time together. It's also been really cool, because starting last week, each long run we do from this point on will be the longest distance Cameron has ever run. This week (as in tomorrow actually) we'll be running 6 miles. Holler! My goal for the half is 2 hours and 11 minutes which would beat my best time by 1 minute. But, more than anything, I'm proud of the fact that I've been holding my own when it comes to running with Cameron. Honestly, if I were to lose 5 lbs or so prior to the half, it would help so much with my time. It's crazy how even that small amount of weight makes a big difference!

This challenge that my work place is doing called "Game On" could not be coming at a better time. It's a team health and fitness competition which has done a pretty good job of keeping me honest, which is fantastic as preparation for this event.

Anyway, if you're reading this, wish Cameron and I luck as we embark on a 6 mile run in about 14 hours. I'm also really looking forward to sharing this experience with my brother. I don't think we've ever really participated in something together before. We have our whole lives as shared history, and have spent countless meals together, but it means a lot more to have a common goal we're working towards. Only 64 days until the half marathon!

Monday, September 20, 2010

Day 12 (ish): Your Dream Vacation

This is pretty fantastic because as of Saturday my dream vacation might actually turn into an actual vacation during the month of February! My friend Liz from my intern years recently got married and moved to Switzerland with her husband. Switzerland has always been my dream loction since I was about 14 years old. Well, I mentioned this casually in an email and she casually mentioned in return that anytime I found myself in the area that her and her husband would be happy to host me. Combine this invitation with a recent hang out with my friend Callie, a.k.a. a great adventurer and then my random suggestion to go to Switzerland and her acceptance of the offer. I found a cheap-ish ticket ($724) and have all but booked it. If I go with Callie then my thought would be couch surfing for half of the time to give our hosts a reprieve and then staying with Liz and Daniel the other half of the time. If I go by myself then I am not doing scary couch surfing and will impose myself on Liz and Daniel. The only thing that could make the vacation more wonderful is if I could figure out a way to toss in a couple day trip to Berlin to visit my friend Erin who lives there with her boyfriend.

What's better than a dream vacation? A dream vacation that'll actually happen!

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Day 11: Someone who is dead that you wish you could talk to

I've thought about this quite a bit and think that out of all the disciples that I would be most likely to have a crush on Peter. Random stream of thought, I know, but the mind goes where the mind goes. Anyway, I also determined that I would not have a crush on Paul. I think his know-it-all pretentious perfectionist ways would drive me absolutely bonkers as those things actually drive me crazy about myself.

Because I can't date Peter (that would be weird, and wouldn't he have been pretty old when he started following Jesus? According to Wikipedia he would have been about 1 year older than Jesus, so I guess it's not all that crazy) I think I would satisfy discussing things with him. What was it like to see Jesus again after denying him? What was it like on the day of Pentecost? Did he ever get jealous of Paul? Did he really know Jesus to be the Messiah? What would he think of our getting people to "pray the prayer" in order to solidify their faith in Christ? How did he handle it when things in the world just seemed to be going crazy?

I know it might seem silly, but this is the first person I thought of. And it's late and my brain can't come up with anything "profound" to say, so there we are.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Day 10: someone you don't talk to as much as you would like

There's many people who fit this category that I've already written about: Brenna, Liz, Scott. But there's a whole host of other people that I met while studying abroad or in college that I wish I spoke to more. In particular I wish I spoke to my friend Erin Null whom I met while studying abroad while in England. I owe Erin for many things, maybe most significantly for introducing me to The Office and the great love of my life, John Krasinski. I remember the first episode we ever watched together: "Casino Night." Still one of my faves. Anyway, I digress.

I learned while studying abroad that finding someone you travel well with is a rare gift. Erin was my travel buddy for both trips I took while I was in England, both Spain and Ireland. Both times we traveled I was able to enjoy each and every moment of the trip. We had a good mix of planning events and seeing the sights, and lots of walking, but also relaxing. I remember walking through the Kilmainham Gaol and listening to my friend provide me with more history than our tour guide (with a much easier to understand accent) and light up as she talked about each aspect. I remember clinging to each other in Howth, Ireland as some of the strongest winds I've ever experienced literally blew my hat into the water (we laughed that it was an offering to the raging sea gods, but it didn't calm them). I remember picking her up in Bellingham when she came to visit me from Ohio and we drove back to Seattle down Chuckanut drive, discovered Jalepeno hummus, had a Jane Austen tea party (where I discovered that wax paper IS NOT the same as parchment paper), and took a cheesy tour around Seattle.

Erin and I are pen pals and we genuinely write each other about once a month, but I miss her a lot. And if I could I'd go visit her in a heartbeat, not just because she lives in Berlin and has a gorgeous boyfriend who I hope would maybe introduce me to one of his gorgeous friends, but because she's awesome and I think we really would be able to pick up where we left off in terms of our friendship. How much does a plane ticket to Berlin cost? Well, according to my current search online I can get a ticket in February for $893. Um...that is really cheap.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Day 9: Someone You Wish You Could Meet

There are multiple people I would really love to meet, either alive or dead: Philip Yancey, Rob Bell, all members of Switchfoot, Toni Collette, John Krasinski (although my stammering would be an obstacle to any real conversation), Amy Adams, Marian Keyes, etc., etc., etc. And on my more noble days I would also add to that list: Martin Luther King, Jr., Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Henri Nouwen, William Wilberforce, Lousia May Alcott, Mother Theresa, etc., etc., etc. But, in the idea of honesty (which is the whole point of a blog, right?) these are the two people that I would actually love to meet above and beyond any other.

Jane Austen: My friend Rachel and I were discussing this and she actually put the idea in my head. I'd love to hear about what her life was actually like as we know so little, and no, the movie Becoming Jane is not a historically accurate depiction of the events, despite James McAvoy's attractiveness. I'd love to know how she developed the heroes, heorines, and villains in her stories. Did she base them off of people she knows? And what does she think about the fact that every other year there is a new film, book, or play based on one of her novels? Did she have any idea that the characters she created would last for generations? I'd also like to know if she thought her life was tragic. Every time someone talks about Jane Austen in trying to construct a biography, they inevitable mention that despite her creation of these great love stories, that she remained unmarried. Some films portray this as a result of forsaking love for noble reasons. Others depict it as a regret that she later ruminated upon, but what was it really? Was her mentality that of many of my single friends now: she loved life, but once or twice a month she grieved that she didn't have that companionship that so many of her friends had, and then she moved on and kept going with life? So many questions to ask her! Inlcuding, her unfinished book Sanditon. Where was she going to take the story? Did she think it was her greatest novel, or did everything pale in her brain to one of her other novles. Which novel was her favorite? Why did she make Fanny Price in Mansfield Park so utterly spineless but Elizabeth Bennett in Pride and Prejudice filled with wit and spark? She's one of those people that if I somehow did have the fortune of meeting that I would sit in silence and beg her to speak. Make fun of me if you like, but I would pee my pants if I got to meet her.

Mindy Kaling: Writer, actor, producer. Hilarious. She is so freakin' saavy and smart. You can just tell when listening to her interviews. She developed Kelly Kapoor into this fully realized person when in the first episodes she was merely a frumpy looking office worker. The episodes she writes for The Office are always some of my favorites. Perhaps you'll remember such gems as: The Dundies, The Injuyy, Diwali, Ben Frankli, Niagra. Seriously, that's just a few that she's written. I love them because they are so intuitive, break conventions, and have real depth and nuance. When I was in my job transition I seriously considered writing her a letter and begging her to allow me to just shadow her. I'd make her coffee or walk her dogs, I didn't really care, I just wanted to be around this incredibly intelligent, artistic woman.

Anyway, those are the people more than any other that I'd like to meet. I'm curious, to those that are reading this, if you have people as well that you'd pee yourself to meet.

Friday, September 3, 2010

Day 8: Your Favorite Internet Friend You've Never Met

I don't have one.

Man, that was the easiest blog entry EVER.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Day 7: My Job

I've been at my new job, working at Taproot Theatre for a little over a month now. I work as the assistant to two amazingly funny, kind, and creative people. Sara Willy is the Director of Education and is in charge of providing vision and directing the programs in the acting studio. This summer we had approx 30 classes offered and Sara masterfully and gracefully handle all the details of 18 teachers and their respective classes. She was always upbeat, optimistic, and passionate what she does. Nathan Jeffrey is the Director of Outreach and is in charge of the Road Company, a group of 5 actors that travels to elementary, middle, and high school students performing incredibly impactful plays with themes of developing friendships, empathy training, bullying prevention and harassment prevention plays. He also coordinates 4 different Christmas shows that tour around to churches and community centers, all proclaiming the true message of Christmas and the birth of Christ.

I think my experience at work can best be described by what happened today from 10:45am-12pm today at work. At 10:45am we had "company meeting" which is our weekly staff meeting. At staff meeting this week, the Road Company came and we gathered around and prayed for them. Before we started praying Nathan read out a list of prayer requests for the Road Company, praying for their health, safe travels, and their unity as a team. The tears started flowing as Nathan expressed his hope and desire for the team. Then we prayed for them, and others began crying. Afterwards, Karen, the artisitic director said, "Make no mistake, everyone, they are heading out on the mission field. Make no mistake."

I went back to the office and worked for a bit and then Sara came back from some meetings she had that afternoon. She had to leave shortly after, but not before telling me about an awesome idea she has for the next step in the acting studio. Passion. Crazy amounts of passion for what she does.

This is where I get to work. It's pretty great. I can definitely see myself staying there for the next 2 years or so, and then after that I'd love to put my money where my mouth is and travel somewhere to live for a while. Probably to Nashville. Maybe to go back to school. But that's a blog entry for a different day...

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Day 6: Someone That Inspires Me

How do I choose just one person? Seriously?!? I've been so blessed with people who inspire me on a daily basis. One person, who I've never blogged about before who inspires me continually is my friend Scott. The picture on the left (stolen from my friend Stephanie) has Scott, at the top left and his brother-in-law Kevin beside him. In the front row is Becky, her niece Ella, and Stephanie (the source of the picture and Scott's sister).

Scott was my youth pastor when I was in high school and now is a really good "talking out deep concepts of theology, life, and ministry, friend". One thing that inspires me is the way he is constantly learning. When I ask him what he's been reading, he always has an aswer for me, and it's always a variety: Stephen King novels, Lord of the Rings, books about spiritual disciplines, deep theology, social justice, etc. He's just started seminary and before his full course load started he took an intensive Greek class that he passed with flying neon colors because he taught himself most of the course work using a text book he purchased from a friend. WHAT?!? That is crazy.

Another reason he inspires me is that he has a way of slowly, quietly, and kindly pouring love and care on people. I don't know how it happens, but those he encounters feels cared for and are drawnt to his kindness. They want to have dinner, play basketball, hang out with him because people truly experience the character of Christ while in his company. In Scott's office during the time he was my youth pastor, he had a plaque hanging up that said "Preach the gospel always, and when necessary use words." I've heard dozens of people quote that, but very few live it out. He does definitely. (He'd probably list the ways he fails to live up to that call, but don't we all fail a little bit in little ways?)

One way that his friendship has blessed me is that he has challenged me to learn but I never feel like he is condescending or lording his knowledge above me. When I was his intern, he'd give me a book to read, I would mark pages I had questions about, and then he'd ask me about my thoughts on the subject matter. Me, sitting in his office as a 21 year old theology student, felt listened to and not like he was internally correcting everything I said but that he actually valued it. As I've gotten older, I've also felt like he's allowed me to grow up. Some youth pastors I know always treat the students who were in their youth ministry like they are kids. But, Scott has allowed me to grow up and build a friendship with him outside of our experience in youth group.

He also has inspired me to be a truth teller, but to do so appropriately. While I was in high school he was so kind and supportive of difficulties with friends and family, but never said or gave me advice in any way that could be interpreted as being not honoring to my mom. When I graduated from high school, and especially the summer my brother graduated from high school, our family went through some trials, but even as I was devastated and lamenting, he told me the truth when it needed to be said but without condemning, judging, or being snide about people in my life.

I also admire him because he's confident in the person Christ has created him to be. He knows his gifts, he knows his passions, and he pursues them, because those are the ways God has knot him together. I also love that his wife, Becky, is one of my best friends. Even though I don't talk with Scott as much as I talk with Becky, I know that Becky appropriately relates things I tell her to Scott, so I can feel his support and encouragement through her.

So, in a rather large nutshell, that is my friend Scott, one of many people who inspire me :)

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Day 5: My Dreams

Is this the weird dreams I have in the middle of the night, or dreams, as in what in my head I would love to accomplish/do/and see? I'm going to take it in the latter sense. The dreams of the moment are:

  • Visit Italy and Switzerland
  • Dance with a guy I like
  • Go skydiving
  • Run a marathon
  • Be in a play
  • Kiss a boy
  • Take singing lessons
  • Perform in a dance show
  • Go to Africa
  • Visit every state in America
  • Live on the east coast
  • Live in England
  • Go to the summer Olympics
  • Go rock climbing
Most of these might seem like they are just small and attainable goals, but I guess what makes them dreams is that most of them aren't things I'm going to pursure right now. Many of them might happen, I hope most of them do, but I think of them often. It's not a thinking that is sad or sorrowful, but it's a patient waiting for the opportunities to present themselves and for me to have the courage to take them.
p.s. This picture is of Italy. It's been the number one place I've wanted to go since I was in college.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Day Four: Siblings

I have two siblings. One is older, one is younger, and they form kind of a Suzanne sandwich.

Jason: My big brother by 8 years. Here are my favorite things about Jason: his commitment to BBQ, the way he calls me little sister, how he intentionally has started traditions with his kids, the way he drinks coffee 24 hours a day, the way he listens when I chat with him, the way he commits himself to his hobbies, geochaching, the fact that he still dreams big, he made the courageous decision to change his career (inspiring!), that I know he'll walk me down the aisle when I get married, and how even though I don't always feel like I need a 'big brother' that he'd do anything a big brother is required to do (like beat up a guy who hurt my feelings, encourage me if I made a big life change, and be my advocate no matter what).

Cameron: My little brother is 2 years (22 months techinally) younger. Here are my favorite things about Cameron: that he's one of my best friends, his mad cooking skills, his fashion choices throughout history, that we're running a half marathon together!, that he thinks I'm cool (maybe?), that he calls me to hang out, the way he plays with his our nieces and nephews, he's wicked smart, he's got pie in the sky ideas and dreams, he is funny, he thinks I'm funny, we laugh a lot, we still beat each other up, that he'll also walk me down the aisle when I get married, and that he lives in Seattle so that I have a piece of my family nearby.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Day Three: Parents

Okay, so I kind of missed two days. It's kind of crazy the way time gets away from me sometimes. Anyway, today I'm supposed to blog about my parents, which us not a topic that excites me in my trip down memory lane. I've been trying to think of a way to blog about my parents without being unkind or disrespectful. So, in the interest of being short winded, here is what my most current struggles are with my parents.

I haven't seen or heard from my dad in 5 years. About a month ago my mom texted me to say that my dad had gotten in touch with her and wanted mine and Cameron's number to call us. I told her that he could have my email address, but I didn't want to give out my number. I haven't gotten an email at all. My mom mentioned that he doesn't have a computer but I can't help but feeling that if he really wanted to get in touch with me that he would go to the library or use a friend's computer. What's frustrating is that I get to this point with my dad where I feel invincible and like the neglect can't hurt me anymore, but then something else happens and it all comes back.

What's confusing to me about my relationship with my mom is that I don't know what my role is in our relationship. I would like to say that I can just be the daughter and she is the mom and sometimes life intersects perfectly and we're friends. I think to a certain degree that's true, but I think my mom wishes for Gilmore Girls and I keep wishing for Steel Magnolias. Maybe it's neither and a little closer to Whip It! and neither of us want to say that we're just never going to completely 'get' one another. I love her deeply and can't imagine having a different mom. And I know that I know that I know that she loves me to. And for that reason I am way ahead of the game.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Day Two: Vices

Vice - 1a: moral depravity or corruption, b: a moral fault or failing, c: a habitual and usually trivial defect or shortcoming

I was originally going to say my vice was chocolate, or romantic comedies, or bad fiction. But, I think a vice if left unchecked can becomed destructive, and while my love of chocolate is intense, I don't forsee it leading to my destruction. After having thought about this today I think my real vice is GOSSIP. Gossip, if left unchecked in my life, could definitely lead to destruction.

Gossip, while fun and sometimes innoucous, often comes from a desire that I have to be the top dog and feel that I have my life together when others do not. I gossip as a way to communicate to people that while others are doing stupid, awkward, or annoying things that I can see their actions clearly and stand above them. Today while meeting with one of my high school students to talk with her about her life, I even said to her "don't tell anyone else I told you this" and then proceeded to share something with her that should have gone unsaid. Earlier in our conversation I told her that if she had to ask herself "is this a good idea or a bad idea" then it was probably a bad idea. In that moment I gossiped while in conversation with her I even thought to myself "should I share this or should I not share this?" If only I had taken my own advice and not shared.

A couple weeks ago I wrote the following in my journal: "Lord Jesus, I am not perfect. Forgive me the way that I sometimes pretend to be. I am embarassed by the way I act sometimes. How I preen and posture and say in my head that I am better than people. That I deserve attention and praise that others don't. I am so thankful for your mercies, oh God...Remind me of my call to see others through the eyes of love. Where there is insecurity, sow confidence rooted in my knowledge of who you have made me as a child of God."

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Day 1: Your best friend(s)

I feel like I write about my friends ALL THE TIME. But I keep doing it because they are my family. They are my nearest and dearest. They are (most days) the very best part of myself. They are my biggest fans and my harshest critics:

Brenna: Brenna and I have known each other for 10 years. When we first met, she was really good friends with my brother, and it wasn't until we started taking theatre classes together, were cast in the same play for the same roles and had to kiss the same boy on stage that we really bonded. We'd stand behind stage, eating pieces of ginger, and jumping up and down with nerves before performing. She's my sister. She's famous to me and I am famous to her. She also inspires me to care for others in a tangible put myself out there and just love people by talking to them, smiling at them, and genuinely listening to their stories.

Maggie: Maggie and I have been friends for 2 1/2 years, but she knows me so well it's like I've rewritten history in my mind to include her in all the most important moments. She knows my story and my history better than most of those who experienced it with me. Maggie is my greatest advocate. She forces me to take care of myself, stand up for what I want, and reminds me that I am worthy and loved by Christ. Maggie is so wonderful I am sometimes stunned that she has chosen me to be her friend.

Katja: When I first met Katja I never thought she'd want to be my friend. Flash to almost 3 years later and a week can scarce go by where we haven't traded at least a dozen texts, emails, IMs, phone messages, calls and Facebook posts. Katja has taught me confidence. In the past whenever someone challenged my ideals I backed down out of fear. Katja challenged me in how I lived my life and then would yell at me (figuratively) when I didn't stick up for myself. My moral convictions, faith in Christ, and commitment to love and serve others has been strengthened tremendously by getting to be friends with Katja. She's also HILARIOUS, incredibly cultured, has introduced me to dozens of remarkable movies I would not have otherwise seen, and she has a marriage that makes me secretly hope I'll get to be married some day too.

Cameron: It is the greatest blessing to me to have my little brother live in Seattle. I've known him his entire life, and we've been good friends for at least half of that. There are countless memories of made up games when we were left home alone, nights of stupid laughter for the years we shared a room, and the hugs that came when our family would get a little crazy. We've started to see one another about once a week, most frequently at Cafe Vivace and every time he confides in me my heart swells that this person who was born my brother becomes my friend a little bit more each day.

Liz: We met on the first day of college at SPU. We talked about Alias, and I'm pretty sure the next day we were best friends. We lived togeter Sophomore year and started meeting together for breakfast and prayer once a week. She's seen me at my worst. She's seen me at my best. We've laughed (a lot), cried (a lot), and thrown things in frustration (only a few times). She is the best gift giver I know and each time she sends me a card, gives me a birthday present, or mails me a Christmas present, I am blown away by the time and thought she put into giving it to me.

So, there it is. They're my fab five - and I could go on for days about Becky, and Karen, and Jaelithe, and Chrissie, and Scott, and Rachel, and Anna, and make it a fab infinity, but I'd give myself carpal tunnel. When I'm discouraged, frustrated, angry at life, I should go back and read this list. Because in each person I've mentioned (and with a million more) I can't ignore the way God has poured his grace out on me. How blessed am I!

New Blogging Challenge: 30 Days of Prompts

I got this off of my friend Loreen Petzing's Facebook, who got it from a friend, who got it from a friend. I've wanted to write a lot lately. I feel inspired to create, but I don't know what to actually create. Here's the list of topics:

Day 1 — Your best friend
Day 2 — Your vices
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 — Your siblings
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — Someone that inspires you
Day 7 — Your job
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend that you've never met
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — Your dream vacation
Day 13 — Something you're looking forward to
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — The place you wish you were from
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Something that makes you different
Day 20 — Your favorite television shows
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Your pet peeves
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — A life changing moment
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The thing you most enjoy doing
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — Your talent
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

Each day you write about the thing listed and post a picture. I'm really excited!

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Motivation and Celebration

I'm trying to keep motivation for eating well. Exercising isn't a problem because I really enjoy it, but the eating well so I can lose weight just doesn't interest me most of the time. When I'm really motivated is when I feel bad about myself, and I don't want to use that as a reason. I think right now it's my brown pants. They're these really cute brown pants with cream colored pin stripes. Their a size 8 (eek!) and I think I've only worn them three times. Thankfully I only bought them at a consignment store so they're not a pair of pants with the tag still on hanging up unworn.

But, in the midst of needing motivation there is also great cause for celebration. As many of my nearest and dearest know I got a new job that I get to start July 26th! It's working at Taproot Theatre company with their education department and their outreach department. I'm not entirely certain of everything I'm going to be doing, but I am thrilled all the same. The only cause for pause is that it's only 30 hours a week and so I'm currently looking for a part time nanny job in the mornings. I had an interview today with a family (they were a little weird) but I should be okay for the next month or so while I wait for something to come through.

I'm also needing motivation in my walk with Christ right now. I had a slow breakdown on the phone with Becky a couple of weeks ago. It's hard when you don't have the words to articulate your struggles. What it comes down to is that I am exhausted. I'm tired of striving. I have a system set up in my life with very specific inputs and very specific outputs. Nothing is new. Nothing is fresh. It all just feels like work. I had one of my first every willful moments when I for the past month have flat out refused to read my Bible. There's no reason for it. I just don't want to, because picking it up just feels like work. A few weeks ago I was walking and gave an exasperated sigh that turned into a prayer and then a question: What am I doing wrong here? I heard one word as an answer: rest. Stop striving and start resting. The thing is, I don't really know how to do that well. There's a couple ways I'm trying to work on resting, but often it leads to doing nothing.

Or simply adding things to my to-do list. Go for a run. Check. Eat well. Check. Clean my room. Check. Rest. Check. Now what?

I'm thankful for the moments of celebration I've experienced in the midst of my quest for motivation in my faith. I asked a question and I got an answer. Now, I just have to figure out what to do with the answer, and that's a much better place to be in.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Are you pregnant?

I was sitting at the bus stop today and a stranger casually asked me: "are you pregnant?" I responded with a firm but incredulous "No." She apologized, told me that it was probably because of the shirt I was wearing and then tried to make a little small talk. I sat there and did what I usually do when I get distressed: texted Maggie. She asked me if I punched her in the throat. I told her no, but that the comment totally deflated me. I felt like jumping up and yelling, "I'm trying to lose weight, okay!?!" I also told Maggie that it really pissed me off because I feel like I'm a beautiful until someone does or says something that tells me otherwise.

I know I could lose weight. According to Weight Watchers, I should lose anywhere between 35-50lbs. And I know maybe I should. But I don't really care enough to. Not that much at least. I don't feel like my health is at risk. I go running 3 days a week at least, varying between 3-6 miles. I supplement that with dance and fitness classes or Tae Bo. I make sure to eat at least 5 servings of fruit and vegetables a day. And sometimes I make really bad food choices. Like, really bad. But I'm actually okay with being a size 12 for the rest of my life and firmly landing in the 150's. I'm okay if I never feel comfortable wearing a bikini and just wear shorts and a bathing suit top. I'm okay with that. But other people don't seem to be.

I know I'm beautiful. And as Maggie said, not just in a "God loves me" kind of way, but in a ridiculously good looking way. I really just wish people would stop asking me if I was pregnant.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

This is real

Here is a real comment that we received from a guest who did one of our internet surveys from the hotel. None of this is made up.

"I booked a room from the 3rd of June through the 7th, and then again from the 11th through the 27th. This was done over the internet. Once I arrived everything was above great, when I left on the 7th I was told I would have the same room when I returned, not only did I not get the same room for the first 2 nights of my return my reservation had changed from departing the 27th which is the last ay of my class with Bennett Stellar but to the 17th. I did manage to extend to the 22nd however, I'm told that I have to be out of the room on that date because the hotel is 'overbooked'. I'm at a loss, I booked the room until the 27th, I'm in the room, I need a room until the end of the program that I'm enrolled in which is the 27th, now according to the front desk, I have to vacate so someone else can occupy the room that I'm in. I do not understand, the class I'm enrolled in does not end until the 27, I rented a room here because it was the closest I could get, now I'm being told that I have to leave and find another room somewhere else even thought I have been told the hotel will assist with that, I do not know why it cannot simply 'assist' the 'other people' with their room rental, I'm here why do I have to be the one to leave, it was not my fault that this hotel screwed up on the reservations. If I do actually end up having to relocate, this hotel will get nothing but negative comments and ratings from me from now on. Other people in my class are equally wondering the same as I am, 'why am I the one to have to leave', I'm here now and the other people aren't. The hotel needs to concentrate on the people that are staying here at this time rather than worrying about future tenants. The saying goes something like this, 'a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.' Enough said, if my problem is not resolved by the 21st I will have more to say."

A couple observations:
1) This guy booked on the INTERNET! He admits that. Now, if he is the one who booked the reservation on the INTERNET whose fault is it that it was booked for the incorrect dates?

2) You want us to send guests with reservations to a different hotel to accomodate your reservation which you booked for the incorrect dates? Funny you suggest that, because I kind of have a feeling that if the situation was reversed and we moved YOU to a different location because our inhouse guests extended then you'd be pissed.

3) This will some day come in very useful if I ever talk about the relationship between Jews and Gentiles and how in the New Testament Jews felt superior to the Gentiles because they had a 'reservation' in the Kingdom of God prior to the Gentiles.

I love my job. Seriously, I do. Where else would we find material this rich?

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

When what God says to me is different than what God says to you.

My church has a new worship pastor. This past Sunday my pastor introduced him to the congregation. He mentioned that Eric, the worship pastor, was a late applicant. On Easter Sunday Eric felt that God was telling him to apply for the position and he did. Thankfully for our congregation the hiring committee felt the same way and we've hired him to lead the worship ministry of the church. And now, there is a wonderful testimony for our church community about how God worked specifically in the life of our new worship pastor to bring him into that position.

But, what about the people who felt that God was calling them to this position who were wrong? In past positions that the church hired for, people would write in their cover letter that they were praying and fasting or that they were already looking for new housing in Seattle. Maybe some of these people were...a little overager...but what did this do to their faith when they didn't get the position? Several months ago, maybe 6-9 at this point, I withdrew from consideration for a sales position at a hotel. I knew the moment that I finished the interview that it wasn't good for me and then when I got home I found a position posted on the Youth Specialties website for a youth pastor position in Seattle, WA. I didn't think that God had made the position for me, but I thought it was a perfect fit. Well, six months later they gave the position to someone else.

What do we do with that? God might have told me I was perfect for an admissions job at SPU last year, but they didn't tell SPU that. God might have told Joe that him and Jane were destined to get married, but Jane didn't get the memo.

I don't want to say that God doesn't speak to people in that way. But when the thing does happen do we say that God is speaking and when the thing doesn't happen God was not speaking? Can anyone help me make sense of this?!?

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Everything is Fine

I've been trying to write a blog post for two months. There just hasn't been anything that seems exceptional enough to write about. Life for the past two months has been a series of okay, fine, acceptable events. And while that's okay, I guess I just want to be in love with my life again. You know those lists I'm so used to making, the ones where I list everything that I feel so blessed by? It's been a while since I've been able to make one of those things. I could make lists and lists of things that I am okay fine with that I just need to change my outlook on and realize what a blessing they actually are.

Maybe it's a little bit like the runs I go for. The downhill stretches are rejuvenating, the uphill stretches are exhausting but exhilirating, and the straight stretches are boring. But, the boring stretches of the run are good for building stamina and preparing my body for the uphill portions. Even though at times the scenery gets dull and I'd much rather be running on a treadmill because at least then I can watch TV.

So, right now I'm in a boring stretch where everything is okay fine but nothing is exceptional. I don't know what it is that I'd like to see, but something to break up the monotony would be great. Just a baby hill (either up or down) would be great.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Another List

I was going to post a few different frustrating guest experiences from this weekend, but I don't want to dwell, so instead I am posting a list of YouTube videos that I just love and could watch continually and that make me feel better when guests have overdosed on their jerk pills. Feel free to respond with a link to one you just can't get enough of. And here they are, in no particular order:

1. David Choi doing an acoustic version of Britney Spears' "Womanizer":
3. Potter Puppet Pals in "The Mysterious Ticking Noise":
4. Kris Allen performs Kanye West's "Heartless" on Ellen:
5. Chelsea and Mark dancing to "Bleeding Love" on So You Think You Can Dance:
6. Literal version of "Total Eclipse of the Heart":
8. Hairo Torre performing on America's Got Talent 2009 (it gets good at 1:44)

Oh man, I hope they bring you as much joy as they do me!

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

An email

I applied for a job at a church in Bellevue that I would absolutely LOVE to have. I'm pretty sure the cookie cutter they used to make this job description is that of a Suzanne sillhouette. I got the following email today:

"Suzanne, Thank you for your interest in our open position. We'd like to get to know you better. Please see the attached set of questions and get back to us. Thank you, FPCB Interview Team"

Oh my gosh I am excited! Hopefully this means I made it past the first round. The attachment is four questions that I need to answer and then I'm also supposed to provide references. I just spent 10 minutes jotting down a couple of notes for each question and I'm going to work on it Thursday and Friday. Hopefully I can submit it Friday before I go to work.

p.s. If you're wondering about the Seattle First Covenant job, they sent me an email last week saying they were about 1 1/2 months out from making a decision. They were supposed to contact my references three weeks ago but still haven't. It's a smaller church with an all volunteer search committee, so I understand the time it's taking, but it's still hard to be patient. I also applied for a job at SPU (I know, again?) that would be great and I'll hopefully hear back about whether or not I got an interview this week or next week.