Only one thing to say tonight...
PACKERS WIN!
And Aaron Rodgers, you have some pretty eyes!
Monday, September 08, 2008
Sunday, September 07, 2008
"That girl"...
It's been one of those days. I realize I just posted 8 hours ago about what a good day it was, and clearly, parts of it were wonderful. But those doubts and other nasty things have made their way into my head, and are consuming me now. And I find myself having trouble falling asleep, so here I am.
It all started at church this morning. I'm definitely digging the church I've been checking out since I got back to Madison. Worship is great, messages are good... but... it's BIG. We're talking 1,000 people at a service, and they do four of them a Sunday! I'm coming from my cozy little church plant in Sheboygan, where you at least recognized most people, and knew a lot of them by name. It was comfortable. It was home. And there's this great song that I've associated with Crossroads in Sheboygan since that Vision Sunday service this May. And then today, they introduced and sang it at Blackhawk here in Madison. Now I've been missing a lot of my Sheboygan friends lately, and being in this new church with this old song was too much. As soon as they started to play "God of this City," the tears started falling. To borrow a line from K, I was "That girl!"
K told me the story about the Sunday she was in this new church (same one I'm talking about!), and didn't know anyone, so she was sitting by strangers, and started crying during the message. I know you've been there. It just hits you and there's no stopping the crying. She told me how she's sure the people who were near her went home that day and were praying for her throughout the week, thanking God that she was there that day, and that He was working on her heart. She told me how she wanted to tell them to not misunderstand, that she knew Jesus and they didn't have to worry about her, but it was just one of those days! That was me today. Missing Sheboygan as the worship team at Blackhawk sang "God of this City." In my mind, that song belongs to Zach.
"You're the God of this city, You're the King of these people, You're the Lord of this nation, You are. For there is no one like our God. There is no one like our God. Greater things have yet to come, greater things are still to be done in this city. Greater things have yet to come, and greater things are still to be done here. You're the strength in our weakness, You're the love to the broken, You're the joy in the sadness, You are. For there is no one like our God. There is no one like our God."
I'm just feeling like I'm at that low point, where there isn't really an explanation for it. Trying to find my place in this kind of new life, in a new town, with new people. I knew it would be different when I came back after being gone for three years, I guess I just wasn't completely prepared for how to deal with it and what to do about it. I know He has great things in store, I'm just growing impatient waiting for them to happen. If it's ok to covet your prayers, I could use them. Just for some peace about where I'm at. Assurance that He has a plan that's better than anything I could dream up. And for my heart (and head too!) to get more refocused on Him.
It all started at church this morning. I'm definitely digging the church I've been checking out since I got back to Madison. Worship is great, messages are good... but... it's BIG. We're talking 1,000 people at a service, and they do four of them a Sunday! I'm coming from my cozy little church plant in Sheboygan, where you at least recognized most people, and knew a lot of them by name. It was comfortable. It was home. And there's this great song that I've associated with Crossroads in Sheboygan since that Vision Sunday service this May. And then today, they introduced and sang it at Blackhawk here in Madison. Now I've been missing a lot of my Sheboygan friends lately, and being in this new church with this old song was too much. As soon as they started to play "God of this City," the tears started falling. To borrow a line from K, I was "That girl!"
K told me the story about the Sunday she was in this new church (same one I'm talking about!), and didn't know anyone, so she was sitting by strangers, and started crying during the message. I know you've been there. It just hits you and there's no stopping the crying. She told me how she's sure the people who were near her went home that day and were praying for her throughout the week, thanking God that she was there that day, and that He was working on her heart. She told me how she wanted to tell them to not misunderstand, that she knew Jesus and they didn't have to worry about her, but it was just one of those days! That was me today. Missing Sheboygan as the worship team at Blackhawk sang "God of this City." In my mind, that song belongs to Zach.
"You're the God of this city, You're the King of these people, You're the Lord of this nation, You are. For there is no one like our God. There is no one like our God. Greater things have yet to come, greater things are still to be done in this city. Greater things have yet to come, and greater things are still to be done here. You're the strength in our weakness, You're the love to the broken, You're the joy in the sadness, You are. For there is no one like our God. There is no one like our God."I'm just feeling like I'm at that low point, where there isn't really an explanation for it. Trying to find my place in this kind of new life, in a new town, with new people. I knew it would be different when I came back after being gone for three years, I guess I just wasn't completely prepared for how to deal with it and what to do about it. I know He has great things in store, I'm just growing impatient waiting for them to happen. If it's ok to covet your prayers, I could use them. Just for some peace about where I'm at. Assurance that He has a plan that's better than anything I could dream up. And for my heart (and head too!) to get more refocused on Him.
Perks of Madison
One of the perks of being back in Madison is I get to see that brother I mentioned in the last post more. Another perk, all the fun stuff Madison has to offer. I'm combining both of them today. Hanging out with Matt at the Memorial Union Terrace by the lake on a BEAUTIFUL day. Wish you were here.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
On Being a Sister
My favorite moment of the Republican National Convention....
Even though I'm a self-proclaimed political junkie, a discussion of the politics will have to wait. For now, just enjoy this fun moment of a little girl being a big sister. On a day when I've gotten to be a big sister to my little brother, I wish making him feel better was as easy as fixing his hair.
I love you brother, and it's all going to be ok. Remember you can call me anytime - day or night.
Even though I'm a self-proclaimed political junkie, a discussion of the politics will have to wait. For now, just enjoy this fun moment of a little girl being a big sister. On a day when I've gotten to be a big sister to my little brother, I wish making him feel better was as easy as fixing his hair.
I love you brother, and it's all going to be ok. Remember you can call me anytime - day or night.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
I got tagged!!!
So this blogging thing is something I've kind of been doing for fun for awhile now, not with a whole lot of intention of having many people reading it. Don't get me wrong, I knew that people could, and I mentioned that I had a blog to a few people who I knew might have fun keeping up with it, but I don't have that big of a reading audience. At least not a reading audience that let's me know that they're out there. So when I got tagged (basically mentioned in someone else's blog, giving a survey/get to know you type topic to blog about that they had already written on) by Anita at http://mudandcoffee.blogspot.com/ it was pretty exciting! So here goes.... you might learn a thing or two about me through this - enjoy!
1. I think I might have to work on opening myself up a little more now that I'm back in Madison, wanting/needing to meet new people and restart life here after moving from Sheboygan.
2. I am a "Christmas light snob", a title my mom gives me every Christmas season when we discuss what kind of lights my parents should put on their house. I don't like colored Christmas lights. At all. Anywhere. Lining rooftops, wound in trees in the yard, on a tree in the house, it has to be white. Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with other people using colored lights (although I always like the houses decorated in white better), I will just never be using colored lights myself.
3. I have been having a really hard time falling asleep lately. Not sure why, but a couple of ideas... I'm reading a suspense/mystery novel which isn't typically my type, and tends to freak me out right before I turn off the light. I'm missing my brother. I've been living back at home (temporarily!) for the last 6 weeks, and got used to my brother whispering good night whenever he got home and I was already half asleep. He moved into the dorms on Thursday, and hasn't been around the past few nights, so it's been an adjustment. I also think I'm missing my own bed, which is in storage for now - it's tightening the timeline for finding my own place a little.
4. I am addicted to pedicures (See the name of the blog!), MSNBC (Especially during election season.), and good books (The bad part of this addiction is that I really don't like library books, so I always have to buy my own. I love being able to crack the spine of a book, even though I try not to do that until I'm at least half way through, and to write notes in margins and underline good lines.)
5. I can sneeze six times in a row. In the office at my last job, it became a game to "Guess how many times Katrina will sneeze today!" I almost always make it to four (on a rare day only three), but occasionally would get up to five or six. We always knew when someone new was around, as they'd give me a "Bless you" after only one. Everyone else always laughed and said something to the effect of "Oh, she's not nearly done."
6. I might be putting an offer in on a condo in the very near future. I know I want to buy a place of my own and start building a little equity, but it's a little scary to make that leap and write the offer, knowing the amount of money that would be on the line if it all happens! I'll keep you posted on the progress there though - could be some exciting news coming up!
7. I have hope. Sounds pretty simple, but it's taken me awhile to realize it, and even longer to really understand and live like I have it. Oh, I also have big feet - size 12 to be exact. And you're right, not many manufacturers make 12s, but thankfully, Payless carries them, and they are cheap!
Unfortunately, the only people I know of who actually read this blog, don't have their own. So I can't do the part of tagging where I continue the chain and try to get someone else to post. If you're out there reading and have your own blog, let me know. I might tag you, but I promise not to harass if you don't feel like doing it! And besides, I'd love to be checking out your blog myself!
1. I think I might have to work on opening myself up a little more now that I'm back in Madison, wanting/needing to meet new people and restart life here after moving from Sheboygan.
2. I am a "Christmas light snob", a title my mom gives me every Christmas season when we discuss what kind of lights my parents should put on their house. I don't like colored Christmas lights. At all. Anywhere. Lining rooftops, wound in trees in the yard, on a tree in the house, it has to be white. Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with other people using colored lights (although I always like the houses decorated in white better), I will just never be using colored lights myself.
3. I have been having a really hard time falling asleep lately. Not sure why, but a couple of ideas... I'm reading a suspense/mystery novel which isn't typically my type, and tends to freak me out right before I turn off the light. I'm missing my brother. I've been living back at home (temporarily!) for the last 6 weeks, and got used to my brother whispering good night whenever he got home and I was already half asleep. He moved into the dorms on Thursday, and hasn't been around the past few nights, so it's been an adjustment. I also think I'm missing my own bed, which is in storage for now - it's tightening the timeline for finding my own place a little.
4. I am addicted to pedicures (See the name of the blog!), MSNBC (Especially during election season.), and good books (The bad part of this addiction is that I really don't like library books, so I always have to buy my own. I love being able to crack the spine of a book, even though I try not to do that until I'm at least half way through, and to write notes in margins and underline good lines.)
5. I can sneeze six times in a row. In the office at my last job, it became a game to "Guess how many times Katrina will sneeze today!" I almost always make it to four (on a rare day only three), but occasionally would get up to five or six. We always knew when someone new was around, as they'd give me a "Bless you" after only one. Everyone else always laughed and said something to the effect of "Oh, she's not nearly done."
6. I might be putting an offer in on a condo in the very near future. I know I want to buy a place of my own and start building a little equity, but it's a little scary to make that leap and write the offer, knowing the amount of money that would be on the line if it all happens! I'll keep you posted on the progress there though - could be some exciting news coming up!
7. I have hope. Sounds pretty simple, but it's taken me awhile to realize it, and even longer to really understand and live like I have it. Oh, I also have big feet - size 12 to be exact. And you're right, not many manufacturers make 12s, but thankfully, Payless carries them, and they are cheap!
Unfortunately, the only people I know of who actually read this blog, don't have their own. So I can't do the part of tagging where I continue the chain and try to get someone else to post. If you're out there reading and have your own blog, let me know. I might tag you, but I promise not to harass if you don't feel like doing it! And besides, I'd love to be checking out your blog myself!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Hindsight
Dear Katrina,
In a few days, you'll start college! You've worried, and been excited, and been nervous. You've got your dorm room set up just right - with a few frantic phone calls home for things you forgot. I know you're thinking how final it seems to have moved your stuff out of mom and dad's house, but don't worry about it too much. It'll be home again next summer, and the summer after that, and then many weekends after that. Sure, they'll change your room into a guest room, but it'll still be yours absolutely any day or night you need or want it. They won't move on too far without you. The good news is you can go home again. But the even better news is, you'll come to a point where you don't need or necessarily want to. Not because it isn't home, but because you'll make a home of your own.
Don't worry about not leaving Madison to go to school "away from ho
me". In a few years, you'll be needing your family even more than you do today. You'll fight a battle you don't think you'll be ready for, but they'll be there for you, and you'll find an even greater source of strength than you can possibly imagine today. And you'll have your chance to move out of town in a few years. You'll never guess it now, but you're going back near mom and dad's old stomping ground - you're heading to Sheboygan babe! And get this, you'll actually enjoy it! So don't worry about being in Madison for now. (But go ahead and fall in love with the town, because you'll be back there again soon enough too!)
I know you're nervous about classes and life here on campus. Concerned about who you'll sit by. If you'll be able to keep up and handle the studying. Wondering what you'll do on the weekends. I know not to tell you not to worry (because that definitely doesn't do you any good!), but don't be too concerned. You're on a campus of 40,000 students, which can be intimidating, but also offers you 39,999 other people to meet and so many other ways to find your place in the world. You'll find friends, and lose them, and then find more. You'll get involved in organizations, quit them, and find others. You won't fit the stereotypical mold of a student on this campus, but you'll fit your mold.
Don't devote too much of your time or heart to those guys you think are so important. They'll break your heart. But you'll get so much stronger because of them - and you'll be more discerning in the future! Be a friend even when its tough, even to people who are tough to be a friend too. You'll need them yourself sometime soon. And as tough as some of those roommates are, put up with them. They're giving you a chance to learn how confront people at least a little better - all because of a little fight over a cardboard box in the hallway of all things! Give it a few years, you'll understand all too well soon enough. But roommates won't be all bad. One of them will give you the privilege of being her maid of honor, and they'll be the ear who hears when you need to talk, the shoulder when you need one to cry on, and always there to laugh at the joke no one else will. Cherish them.
Go to class, get ice cream at 11:45 right before closing, stay up all night watching election results come in (because the 2000 election will be one to go down in history!), decide to do the year of grad school to get your Masters (even though it'll give you a student loan to pay off), find your niche in classes, with friends, in your church, in student organizations, and as a graduate making your way in the world. Cut yourself some slack, enjoy yourself, and relax - you're going to make it girl!
Love,
Yourself
In a few days, you'll start college! You've worried, and been excited, and been nervous. You've got your dorm room set up just right - with a few frantic phone calls home for things you forgot. I know you're thinking how final it seems to have moved your stuff out of mom and dad's house, but don't worry about it too much. It'll be home again next summer, and the summer after that, and then many weekends after that. Sure, they'll change your room into a guest room, but it'll still be yours absolutely any day or night you need or want it. They won't move on too far without you. The good news is you can go home again. But the even better news is, you'll come to a point where you don't need or necessarily want to. Not because it isn't home, but because you'll make a home of your own.
Don't worry about not leaving Madison to go to school "away from ho
me". In a few years, you'll be needing your family even more than you do today. You'll fight a battle you don't think you'll be ready for, but they'll be there for you, and you'll find an even greater source of strength than you can possibly imagine today. And you'll have your chance to move out of town in a few years. You'll never guess it now, but you're going back near mom and dad's old stomping ground - you're heading to Sheboygan babe! And get this, you'll actually enjoy it! So don't worry about being in Madison for now. (But go ahead and fall in love with the town, because you'll be back there again soon enough too!)I know you're nervous about classes and life here on campus. Concerned about who you'll sit by. If you'll be able to keep up and handle the studying. Wondering what you'll do on the weekends. I know not to tell you not to worry (because that definitely doesn't do you any good!), but don't be too concerned. You're on a campus of 40,000 students, which can be intimidating, but also offers you 39,999 other people to meet and so many other ways to find your place in the world. You'll find friends, and lose them, and then find more. You'll get involved in organizations, quit them, and find others. You won't fit the stereotypical mold of a student on this campus, but you'll fit your mold.
Don't devote too much of your time or heart to those guys you think are so important. They'll break your heart. But you'll get so much stronger because of them - and you'll be more discerning in the future! Be a friend even when its tough, even to people who are tough to be a friend too. You'll need them yourself sometime soon. And as tough as some of those roommates are, put up with them. They're giving you a chance to learn how confront people at least a little better - all because of a little fight over a cardboard box in the hallway of all things! Give it a few years, you'll understand all too well soon enough. But roommates won't be all bad. One of them will give you the privilege of being her maid of honor, and they'll be the ear who hears when you need to talk, the shoulder when you need one to cry on, and always there to laugh at the joke no one else will. Cherish them.
Go to class, get ice cream at 11:45 right before closing, stay up all night watching election results come in (because the 2000 election will be one to go down in history!), decide to do the year of grad school to get your Masters (even though it'll give you a student loan to pay off), find your niche in classes, with friends, in your church, in student organizations, and as a graduate making your way in the world. Cut yourself some slack, enjoy yourself, and relax - you're going to make it girl!
Love,
Yourself
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Happy 50th Crayola 64!
This year marks the 50th anniversary of Crayola's box of 64 crayons. You got it - the one with a built in sharpener! In honor of back to school time and memories of getting that brand new box of crayons (or markers or colored pencils - they were all good) before school started, try out this fun game and see how many of the colors you remember.
http://www.crayola.com/promos/64boxBirthday/colorQuizzer.cfm
Try it and let me know if you beat my score of 23 wrong before finishing!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Lots of nights of little sleep ahead
As someone who has been called a fan of strange sports (right Tracy?) and a political junkie (just ask the college roommates who had to live with me watching MSNBC through election seasons), this time of year is about my favorite.
For the past two weeks, I've devoted FAR too much time to watching and cheering for people I'd never heard of compete in sports I never knew of prior to these Olympic games. Ok, I knew of most of the sports, but wouldn't call myself a devoted follower. Tonight I found myself cheering for the guy from Belarus in the final event of the decathlon. Who does that?! And now I'm up watching the late-night edition of the games, waiting for synchronized swimming - the quintessential "weird sport." But wow, it looks tough! And while it's great that we've been able to see some of the event finals live at night because they were happening in the morning in Beijing, I haven't been able to tear myself away from Bob Costas to get to bed at a decent time. Maybe Sunday night I'll actually get a good 8 hours.
But wait....
As soon as the Olympics are over, election season will just be heating up. More tv/news I can't seem to get enough of.
Monday starts the Democratic National Convention, a three day break, and the following Monday (Labor Day) starts the Republican National Convention. I realize most people won't find that very exciting, but I can't get enough of it. And both fortunately (because I love it) and unfortunately (because I'll stay up late watching the analysis by all the pundits), it won't end until November when the election is over!
Because I did Olympic thoughts yesterday, how about a few political thoughts?
1. Anyone on Obama's text message list to find out who his running mate will be? I couldn't bring myself to sign up on his website and risk being bombarded with emails. While it would be cool to get that one big text from Barack, I'm not sure I want to be hearing directly from him for the next two and a half months. Besides, you can bet MSNBC will be updated with the candidate mere seconds after that message is sent out. And as much as I check my news websites, I'll have the name of the potential VP soon enough.
**UPDATE**
As I was typing this, I thought maybe I should check msnbc.com right now.... In case you hadn't heard, Joe Biden it is (per the Associated Press).
2. John McCain seriously doesn't know how many homes he has?!? I realize these guys are answering question after question, hour after hour, day after day, and they're constantly watching what they say. But you don't remember how many houses you have? That worries me....
For the past two weeks, I've devoted FAR too much time to watching and cheering for people I'd never heard of compete in sports I never knew of prior to these Olympic games. Ok, I knew of most of the sports, but wouldn't call myself a devoted follower. Tonight I found myself cheering for the guy from Belarus in the final event of the decathlon. Who does that?! And now I'm up watching the late-night edition of the games, waiting for synchronized swimming - the quintessential "weird sport." But wow, it looks tough! And while it's great that we've been able to see some of the event finals live at night because they were happening in the morning in Beijing, I haven't been able to tear myself away from Bob Costas to get to bed at a decent time. Maybe Sunday night I'll actually get a good 8 hours.
But wait....
As soon as the Olympics are over, election season will just be heating up. More tv/news I can't seem to get enough of.
Monday starts the Democratic National Convention, a three day break, and the following Monday (Labor Day) starts the Republican National Convention. I realize most people won't find that very exciting, but I can't get enough of it. And both fortunately (because I love it) and unfortunately (because I'll stay up late watching the analysis by all the pundits), it won't end until November when the election is over!
Because I did Olympic thoughts yesterday, how about a few political thoughts?
1. Anyone on Obama's text message list to find out who his running mate will be? I couldn't bring myself to sign up on his website and risk being bombarded with emails. While it would be cool to get that one big text from Barack, I'm not sure I want to be hearing directly from him for the next two and a half months. Besides, you can bet MSNBC will be updated with the candidate mere seconds after that message is sent out. And as much as I check my news websites, I'll have the name of the potential VP soon enough.
**UPDATE**
As I was typing this, I thought maybe I should check msnbc.com right now.... In case you hadn't heard, Joe Biden it is (per the Associated Press).
2. John McCain seriously doesn't know how many homes he has?!? I realize these guys are answering question after question, hour after hour, day after day, and they're constantly watching what they say. But you don't remember how many houses you have? That worries me....
Calling Boston.... again!
Hello to my favorite dentist (I'm assuming that's still accurate...)! Shoot me an email, I'd love to catch up!!
kjlorfeld@hotmail.com
And to all of you other people lurking but not saying anything, I'd love to chat with you too. Let me know who you are in a comment! I suppose you could email me too considering I just gave y'all my email address.... but comments on the blog are so much more fun!
kjlorfeld@hotmail.com
And to all of you other people lurking but not saying anything, I'd love to chat with you too. Let me know who you are in a comment! I suppose you could email me too considering I just gave y'all my email address.... but comments on the blog are so much more fun!
Thursday, August 21, 2008
A few Olympic thoughts...
1. Michael Phelps = amazing. I just hope he doesn't screw up again like he did right after Athens with his DUI. Also, a bit of fun trivia... Phelps and Coach Bowman are being honored at Michigan (before they skip town to head back to Baltimore) at the Sept. 27th game against Wisconsin! (Working on getting tickets to be there! Not for Phelps, but for the Badgers of course!)
2. There is no way those Chinese girls are 16. And leave it to the US computer experts to uncover documents to prove it. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26337759/ How do you feel about them losing medals if it's true? 4 years ago when there was controversy in men's gymnastics (regarding start value of a routine by a Korean), the US was the beneficiary (with Paul Hamm getting the gold). We didn't want them to look at the facts after the fact then. As disappointing as it would be if the Chinese were actually using younger girls (both because we took second to them, and because of the toll it has to take on those poor girls both physically and emotionally being used by their country in that way), I'm not sure that I'm ready to ask them to be stripped of their medals. Any thoughts?
3. I feel terrible for the US women's softball team in their loss to Japan today. It's sad enough that the sport won't be making an appearance in the 2012 games, but it just makes it worse to have their first ever loss be in the gold medal game.
4. Usain "Lightning" Bolt. Crazy fast, but also crazy immature. The way he won, letting up before the finish line, and dismissing all the other runners completely, kind of takes away from the Olympic spirit. Obviously my argument would be better received if it were from a fellow Olympian, it's just disappointing to see someone with so much talent have so little consideration or respect for others. Maybe I'm overreacting.
5. The commercial for the DVD of the (4 hour long!) opening ceremony says something to the effect of it being remembered and talked about forever. Are you serious?? Sure it was impressive, but I'm willing to bet I won't remember or be talking about it come November! And I'm not spending $20 or whatever it is for the DVD!
2. There is no way those Chinese girls are 16. And leave it to the US computer experts to uncover documents to prove it. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26337759/ How do you feel about them losing medals if it's true? 4 years ago when there was controversy in men's gymnastics (regarding start value of a routine by a Korean), the US was the beneficiary (with Paul Hamm getting the gold). We didn't want them to look at the facts after the fact then. As disappointing as it would be if the Chinese were actually using younger girls (both because we took second to them, and because of the toll it has to take on those poor girls both physically and emotionally being used by their country in that way), I'm not sure that I'm ready to ask them to be stripped of their medals. Any thoughts?
3. I feel terrible for the US women's softball team in their loss to Japan today. It's sad enough that the sport won't be making an appearance in the 2012 games, but it just makes it worse to have their first ever loss be in the gold medal game.
4. Usain "Lightning" Bolt. Crazy fast, but also crazy immature. The way he won, letting up before the finish line, and dismissing all the other runners completely, kind of takes away from the Olympic spirit. Obviously my argument would be better received if it were from a fellow Olympian, it's just disappointing to see someone with so much talent have so little consideration or respect for others. Maybe I'm overreacting.
5. The commercial for the DVD of the (4 hour long!) opening ceremony says something to the effect of it being remembered and talked about forever. Are you serious?? Sure it was impressive, but I'm willing to bet I won't remember or be talking about it come November! And I'm not spending $20 or whatever it is for the DVD!
Friday, August 15, 2008
In the Light
When I told the story of my baptism on Monday, I found it really easy to just gloss over my whole story of coming to know Christ. As I thought about it through the week, I was more and more convicted of how I wasn't really telling the story at all if I didn't tell it all, and not telling the story takes so much of the glory away from God, and just makes it sound like a cool story of something that happened to Katrina. And that isn't the intent of baptism at all!
Yes, it was a cool day in my life. But an even cooler day for Him, as 16 people publicly professed their faith and told the story of what He has done in their lives. While I knew when I wrote the first post that I should tell my whole story, I know now that it's something that shouldn't wait, and deserves to be told. So here goes. Hold on tight.
Before I came to really know Jesus, I looked a lot like a Christian. I knew Bible stories, and had memorized words to songs, and could probably have fooled a lot of people into believing I was a Christian. Outwardly, everything looked good. Inwardly, I was a mess. I was anxious. I worried a lot. I beat myself up whenever I wasn't perfect. I thought I should have been able to make everything in life work on my own, without looking for or accepting help from anyone else. With that said, for awhile, I seemed to be doing ok this way. I was able to make it work on the outside, despite how much it was tearing my apart on the inside.
Looking back now, I can see two clear times in my life where I battled pretty severe depression. The first, in my senior year of high school, I wasn't able to hold things together very well on my own, but I had great friends and family who were able to help get me through it, and at least get enough of a band-aid to fix things temporarily. I realized then that I couldn't do it on my own, but I turned to earthly relationships as a fix. Then, in my junior year of college, about two and a half years later, things started to fall apart again. But this time, worse than before. I was trying hard to make life look good, and I started to avoid people who may have been able to at least help because I didn't want to burden them with my problems. The more I did this, the worse things got. I had trouble getting out of bed to make it to classes I loved. I just didn't see the point in going. I passed up opportunities to go out and see friends. I avoided conversations with my parents because I didn't want to crack in front of them.
The day my grandfather died in May of 2003, a friend of mine (let's call him R) happened to call to invite me to church with him. With the news of my grandpas death, I think I was just vulnerable enough to accept his invitation to go. I can't say anything special happened that day, except that I saw a friend who cared about me, and he took me to a church where people had something cool. It was appealing enough that I started to go with him fairly regularly. I was still battling my depression on my own, but I was starting to hear about having this "personal relationship with Jesus."
One day in July of 2003, I was headed to church again with R when he warned me that the service that night was going to be a little heavy. A college aged girl at the church had committed suicide the week earlier. I immediately saw myself in her. I had had thoughts of doing the same thing many times. That night, I heard a message about finding hope in Jesus Christ, and basically not having to do life on your own. I heard the verse that says "Cast your worries on Him, because He cares for you." - 1 Peter 5:7 - and for the first time, it made sense. I told R what was going on in my heart and head and about my depression. He drove me home that night, and I remember so clearly falling on the living room floor at my parents house, just sobbing, and telling them what was going on. I finally realized that I couldn't do it on my own, and I couldn't even do it with the help of my friends or family. I needed something more.
Within the next few weeks after realizing it was hopeless to try to fix things on my own, I went back to church with R, heard the gospel story, and finally accepted help from the only real way to get it - Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.
I wish I could say that the instant I became a Christian, life became wonderful and all of my problems were gone. That would be great, but it just isn't the case. I still worry and get anxious. But the difference is, now I have a source of peace and a God to fall back on, who I know is the answer. On those days where I sense myself slipping back into a bout of depression, or the nights I lie in bed crying myself to sleep, I know I can turn to a God who knows me by name, and who knows every tear that rolls down my cheek, and I know that I don't have to do it on my own. And that gives me a sense of peace I had never had before.
"What's going on inside of me? I despise my own behavior. This only serves to confirm my suspicions, that I'm still a man in need of a savior. I wanna be in the light, as you are in the light, I wanna shine like the stars in the heavens. Oh, Lord be my light and be my salvation, cause all I want is to be in the light... All I want is to be in the light."
Yes, it was a cool day in my life. But an even cooler day for Him, as 16 people publicly professed their faith and told the story of what He has done in their lives. While I knew when I wrote the first post that I should tell my whole story, I know now that it's something that shouldn't wait, and deserves to be told. So here goes. Hold on tight.
Before I came to really know Jesus, I looked a lot like a Christian. I knew Bible stories, and had memorized words to songs, and could probably have fooled a lot of people into believing I was a Christian. Outwardly, everything looked good. Inwardly, I was a mess. I was anxious. I worried a lot. I beat myself up whenever I wasn't perfect. I thought I should have been able to make everything in life work on my own, without looking for or accepting help from anyone else. With that said, for awhile, I seemed to be doing ok this way. I was able to make it work on the outside, despite how much it was tearing my apart on the inside.
Looking back now, I can see two clear times in my life where I battled pretty severe depression. The first, in my senior year of high school, I wasn't able to hold things together very well on my own, but I had great friends and family who were able to help get me through it, and at least get enough of a band-aid to fix things temporarily. I realized then that I couldn't do it on my own, but I turned to earthly relationships as a fix. Then, in my junior year of college, about two and a half years later, things started to fall apart again. But this time, worse than before. I was trying hard to make life look good, and I started to avoid people who may have been able to at least help because I didn't want to burden them with my problems. The more I did this, the worse things got. I had trouble getting out of bed to make it to classes I loved. I just didn't see the point in going. I passed up opportunities to go out and see friends. I avoided conversations with my parents because I didn't want to crack in front of them.
The day my grandfather died in May of 2003, a friend of mine (let's call him R) happened to call to invite me to church with him. With the news of my grandpas death, I think I was just vulnerable enough to accept his invitation to go. I can't say anything special happened that day, except that I saw a friend who cared about me, and he took me to a church where people had something cool. It was appealing enough that I started to go with him fairly regularly. I was still battling my depression on my own, but I was starting to hear about having this "personal relationship with Jesus."
One day in July of 2003, I was headed to church again with R when he warned me that the service that night was going to be a little heavy. A college aged girl at the church had committed suicide the week earlier. I immediately saw myself in her. I had had thoughts of doing the same thing many times. That night, I heard a message about finding hope in Jesus Christ, and basically not having to do life on your own. I heard the verse that says "Cast your worries on Him, because He cares for you." - 1 Peter 5:7 - and for the first time, it made sense. I told R what was going on in my heart and head and about my depression. He drove me home that night, and I remember so clearly falling on the living room floor at my parents house, just sobbing, and telling them what was going on. I finally realized that I couldn't do it on my own, and I couldn't even do it with the help of my friends or family. I needed something more.
Within the next few weeks after realizing it was hopeless to try to fix things on my own, I went back to church with R, heard the gospel story, and finally accepted help from the only real way to get it - Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.
I wish I could say that the instant I became a Christian, life became wonderful and all of my problems were gone. That would be great, but it just isn't the case. I still worry and get anxious. But the difference is, now I have a source of peace and a God to fall back on, who I know is the answer. On those days where I sense myself slipping back into a bout of depression, or the nights I lie in bed crying myself to sleep, I know I can turn to a God who knows me by name, and who knows every tear that rolls down my cheek, and I know that I don't have to do it on my own. And that gives me a sense of peace I had never had before.
"What's going on inside of me? I despise my own behavior. This only serves to confirm my suspicions, that I'm still a man in need of a savior. I wanna be in the light, as you are in the light, I wanna shine like the stars in the heavens. Oh, Lord be my light and be my salvation, cause all I want is to be in the light... All I want is to be in the light."
Monday, August 11, 2008
Baptism... long overdue.
This past weekend, on August 10, 2008, I finally did something I had been putting off for over 5 years. And today, I'm asking myself what took so long.
Over 5 years ago, in July of 2003, I became a Christian, surrendering control over my life (or at least starting that process... I cannot honesly say that I've done that completely, and I don't know that I'll ever be able to, but I'll keep trying) to Jesus Christ. This followed a pretty low point in my life. The short version (the long version is a story for another day, but one that should be and will be told eventually) is I was battling some pretty severe depression, trying to do it all by myself, but not doing real well with that. As crappy as the sitution was then, it was what finally brought me to my knees knowing I couldn't do life by myself, and I'm thankful for it now.
Fast forward about 5 years to this past June, when I was faced with (I guess I should say given the opportunity, but I didn't see it as a fun idea at the time) the question of whether or not I was going to get baptized. I'd heard that it was something I should do, but also clung to the fact that it wasn't something I HAD to do - it wasn't going to change my standing with God - but it was a step of obedience. After some long conversations and a lot of convincing, I reluctantly decided I was going to go ahead and do it. It wasn't something I was looking forward to, and I really didn't have many expectations for it. Boy was I wrong.
This past Sunday was an amazing day. It was a day I got to hang out with friends I hadn't seen in a month. It was a day I got to go back to Crossroads. It was a day I got to share a story of my life and my testimony, that not a whole lot of people knew, with some pretty important people in my life (Thank you to all of you who were there!). And I got to share the experience of baptism with one of my best friends too. It was a day I won't soon forget, and wouldn't give up for anything. And even more importantly, it was a lesson in the blessings that come with obedience.
Calling Boston
I by NO means intend this to scare anyone away, but I have been curious....
So I have this fun little feature on my blog where I can see who's checking things out. Well, not exactly who, but at least where they are from. And one of the places that shows up off and on is Boston, MA. Now I have an idea of who you are (Empire State Building and a crazy bus ride to NYC maybe?), and if it's you, I'd love to hear from you! It's been too long! But even if I'm totally wrong and it's not you, I'd love to know who you are too. The comment option is always open. Again, please know that I don't intend this to freak you out, and I won't get freaked out if/when I find out who you are, purely a curiousity/wanting to get back in touch thing.
Now the rest of the locations are all Kohler/Port Washington/Sheboygan, so I really have no idea who you are because I can't narrow it down, but you can feel free to leave me a note too!
So I have this fun little feature on my blog where I can see who's checking things out. Well, not exactly who, but at least where they are from. And one of the places that shows up off and on is Boston, MA. Now I have an idea of who you are (Empire State Building and a crazy bus ride to NYC maybe?), and if it's you, I'd love to hear from you! It's been too long! But even if I'm totally wrong and it's not you, I'd love to know who you are too. The comment option is always open. Again, please know that I don't intend this to freak you out, and I won't get freaked out if/when I find out who you are, purely a curiousity/wanting to get back in touch thing.
Now the rest of the locations are all Kohler/Port Washington/Sheboygan, so I really have no idea who you are because I can't narrow it down, but you can feel free to leave me a note too!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Wow.
Brothers hit back to back hole-in-ones.
http://sports.yahoo.com/golf/blog/golf_experts/post/Punk-kids-drill-back-to-back-aces-at-Sawgrass?urn=golf,94076
As my dad's favorite golf line goes... "I'm about due for a hole-in-one. I haven't had one yet this year." (He hasn't ever had one. Corny, I know, but you have to laugh when dad says it.)
http://sports.yahoo.com/golf/blog/golf_experts/post/Punk-kids-drill-back-to-back-aces-at-Sawgrass?urn=golf,94076
As my dad's favorite golf line goes... "I'm about due for a hole-in-one. I haven't had one yet this year." (He hasn't ever had one. Corny, I know, but you have to laugh when dad says it.)
Thursday, July 10, 2008
A bit of a whirlwind
Life has been a little crazy lately. About three weeks ago, I accepted a job back in Madison. Those of you who know me well at all, know that I'm a Madison girl at heart. 23 years there, 3 in Sheboygan, and I'm heading back in two days.
I've been at Kohler for the past three years, and they have been really good to me. My career has gone well, and I've been blessed to be in the good graces of some amazing people there who have taught me a ton. Sheboygan has become more comfortable. My church is great. My friends are great. So why move?, you ask.
Madison is home. It's where my heart is. It's where my family is. It's where I want to be long term.
There's no way I can say the decision to move home was an easy one. The past three weeks have been tough (and not just because of all the packing I have to do - and I have a lot of crap!), saying goodbye to friends, and trying to explain the pull to move back to Madison. Luckily, most of the people who I care about understanding, really do understand without much explanation. Thank you to all of you. You have made the past three years a great experience, and have blessed my life in ways you may never know.
I'll be back to Sheboygan. There are already plans to be back in about a month. And I know there are a lot of places to stay anytime I need a weekend (or weekday for that matter!) fix of She-Vegas!
Back to the packing for a little longer, before my last day at Kohler, and life in Madison begins again!
I've been at Kohler for the past three years, and they have been really good to me. My career has gone well, and I've been blessed to be in the good graces of some amazing people there who have taught me a ton. Sheboygan has become more comfortable. My church is great. My friends are great. So why move?, you ask.
Madison is home. It's where my heart is. It's where my family is. It's where I want to be long term.
There's no way I can say the decision to move home was an easy one. The past three weeks have been tough (and not just because of all the packing I have to do - and I have a lot of crap!), saying goodbye to friends, and trying to explain the pull to move back to Madison. Luckily, most of the people who I care about understanding, really do understand without much explanation. Thank you to all of you. You have made the past three years a great experience, and have blessed my life in ways you may never know.
I'll be back to Sheboygan. There are already plans to be back in about a month. And I know there are a lot of places to stay anytime I need a weekend (or weekday for that matter!) fix of She-Vegas!
Back to the packing for a little longer, before my last day at Kohler, and life in Madison begins again!
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Just Dance.
I realize I've become a bit obsessed with You Tube, but this one is just too fun to pass up. It makes me feel a little better just watching it.
Matt is a guy who has traveled the world doing his dorky white guy dance, and gets people to join in wherever he can. I love how much fun it looks like people are having, and how carefree he looks. The music is just soothing enough, and a little catchy too!
If only we could all enjoy little parts of life like that each day.
Matt is a guy who has traveled the world doing his dorky white guy dance, and gets people to join in wherever he can. I love how much fun it looks like people are having, and how carefree he looks. The music is just soothing enough, and a little catchy too!
If only we could all enjoy little parts of life like that each day.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Sugarland at Country USA
Here's Katrina's latest theme song, from Country USA last night.... "I ain't settlin, for just getting by..." - you remember it too E! Enjoy (and enjoy the hats on Erin and I!)
Fifteen minutes left to throw me together; For Mr. Right Now, not Mr. Forever; Don't know why I even try when I know how it ends; Lookin' like another "Maybe we can be friends;" I've been leaving it up to fate; It's my life so it's mine to make.
I ain't settlin'; For just getting by; I've had enough so-so; For the rest of my life; Tired of shootin' too low; So raise the bar high; "Just enough" ain't enough this time; I ain't settlin' for anything less than everything!
With some good red wine; And my brand new shoes; Gonna dance a blue streak around my living room; Take a chance on love, and try how it feels; With my heart wide open; Yeah, you know I will; Find what it means to be the girl; Who changed her mind; And changed the world.
I ain't settlin'; For just getting by; I've had enough so-so; For the rest of my life; Tired of shootin' too low; So raise the bar high; "Just enough" ain't enough this time; I ain't settlin' for anything less than everything!
I ain't settlin'; For just getting by; I've had enough so-so; For the rest of my life; Tired of shootin' too low; So raise the bar high!
I ain't settlin'; No, no, no, no, no, no; So raise the bar high, high!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Jealousy sucks.
Just feeling crummy and nervous tonight... and the jealousy is creeping in... and I don't like it... Could use some prayer...
Friday, June 06, 2008
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Saturday, May 31, 2008
A low key, fabulous night.
For as much exciting stuff has been going on in my life lately (Including a trip to Mexico, promotion at work, just overall getting stuff done - which probably isn't exciting to anyone but me. More on all of that stuff later.), I chose tonight to blog about just a really fun night.... Leaving
work early to play a quick round of golf. And I shot a 36! (Ok, it was a par 3 course, but still, bogey golf makes this girl happy!) 2 hours of free, cosmic bowling in Sheboygan Falls. (I'm a terrible bowler, but it was still a good time!) And a fun
, late, dinner at Chili's with friends to end the night. (Including a challenge to eat a black bean burger fajita. I didn't eat it myself, but witnessed it.) Thanks E, A, J, and S!
work early to play a quick round of golf. And I shot a 36! (Ok, it was a par 3 course, but still, bogey golf makes this girl happy!) 2 hours of free, cosmic bowling in Sheboygan Falls. (I'm a terrible bowler, but it was still a good time!) And a fun
, late, dinner at Chili's with friends to end the night. (Including a challenge to eat a black bean burger fajita. I didn't eat it myself, but witnessed it.) Thanks E, A, J, and S!Today was one of those days that made me think living in Sheboygan for awhile wouldn't be all bad. Which just makes things more confusing... But I won't worry about that tonight. That can wait for another day.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
An open door to...
If you could open a door to anywhere, where would you go?
- a lounge chair on the beach in Mexico, with the sun shining and a soft breeze blowing
- my own bookstore, with big comfy armchairs to relax in, and a quiet little coffee shop to get a skim mocha
- a park with a tall swing set to almost fly on, and lush grass to lay in and daydream
- a window seat on an airplane early in the morning, just breaking through the clouds to catch the sun as it rises
- Angie's bedroom at 4 years old, skating on her hardwood floors in our Fisher-Price adjustable rollerskates
- a church filled with worship music being played on electric guitars and a grand piano
- the NCAA championship basketball game, with the Badgers ahead by 4, with 5 seconds left
- Yahara golf course, front 9 of the west course, with the team from senior year
- my childhood bedroom, complete with the painting of a big green frog under a rainbow
- the top of the Eiffel Tower, on Bastille Day
- my bed, with freshly washed bright white sheets, pulled tight with no wrinkles
- Home.
Where would you go?
Monday, April 07, 2008
For anyone who might stumble upon my blog tonight, rather than reading mine, I'd ask that you instead look at this one tonight. The Smith family needs your attention, and prayer much more than I do right now.
What an amazing story of faith, and an example we should all be humble enough to learn from.
www.audreycaroline.blogspot.com
Please be in prayer for Todd and Angie Smith, their girls Ellie, Abby, Kate, and the recently passed into heaven Audrey.
What an amazing story of faith, and an example we should all be humble enough to learn from.
www.audreycaroline.blogspot.com
Please be in prayer for Todd and Angie Smith, their girls Ellie, Abby, Kate, and the recently passed into heaven Audrey.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Nicole's Wedding Dress Scrapbook
I'm in a creative mood tonight, but don't have the energy to really do anything creative. Blogging was about all I could handle. I found these pictures of a scrapbook I made over six months ago. I figured a post on scrapping was almost as good as actually pulling out all my stuff and doing a few pages.
The week or so before Nicole and Justin's wedding (as if that time isn't busy enough), I decided to make Nicole a scrapbook of all the dresses she tried on while we were shopping for the perfect dress for the wedding day. There were plenty of fun (and funny!) dresses to remember. The day before the wedding, while relaxing over lunch at Panera - one of our favorites - and getting ready to get pedicures, I was able to give her the book I made as a birthday gift.
Although the pictures here are a little small, I hope you enjoy! I think she did!
The week or so before Nicole and Justin's wedding (as if that time isn't busy enough), I decided to make Nicole a scrapbook of all the dresses she tried on while we were shopping for the perfect dress for the wedding day. There were plenty of fun (and funny!) dresses to remember. The day before the wedding, while relaxing over lunch at Panera - one of our favorites - and getting ready to get pedicures, I was able to give her the book I made as a birthday gift.Although the pictures here are a little small, I hope you enjoy! I think she did!
Friday, March 28, 2008
Hatin' on Cinderella
So of course I'm disappointed in the result of the Badger game, and in the effort the guys seemed to put forth, but you can't be TOO disappointed in a 31 win season. And as much as I'm hatin' on Cinderella right now, I'll definitely be a Davidson Wildcat at heart come Sunday! Pour on the points against the Jayhawks Curry!
And huge goodbye goes out to the Polar Bear, The Ice Man, Tanner, and of course Mike Flowers. You will be missed! But no worries, the Badgers will be back next year!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Who Still Sucks?
Being raised by parents who grew up in the greater Green Bay area (if there is such a thing), I was born to be a Packer fan. And as a Packer fan, there is nothing you dislike more than the Chicago Bears. With that being said, one of the favorite sayings in our house during football season has always been "The (Da' if you're really doing it right) Bears Still Suck!" Regardless of how good a season they are having, they still suck in the Lorfeld house.
However, there may be a team who sucks a little more right now. The Milwaukee Bucks, with a record of 24 - 46, suck quite a bit. Ok, not as much as the Heat (at a terrible 13 - 58).
Just a sign of how bad it is... after Andrew Bogut made the front end of a one-and-one, all of his teammates left him hanging. Flat out ignored him. He resorted to high-fiving himself. Check it out - it's a pretty funny video.
And on the eve of my Wisconsin Badgers' Sweet Sixteen game (Go Bucky!), a note on their opponent: Davidson College. The North Carolina school is paying for a ticket, transportation, and two nights lodging for any student wishing to go to the game being played Friday night in Detroit. Unheard of for a school like UW to do (they wouldn't have to - the student body willingly travels nearly anywhere to support their team), but maybe almost expected for students who pay a whopping $40,000 to attend Davidson.
However, there may be a team who sucks a little more right now. The Milwaukee Bucks, with a record of 24 - 46, suck quite a bit. Ok, not as much as the Heat (at a terrible 13 - 58).
Just a sign of how bad it is... after Andrew Bogut made the front end of a one-and-one, all of his teammates left him hanging. Flat out ignored him. He resorted to high-fiving himself. Check it out - it's a pretty funny video.
And on the eve of my Wisconsin Badgers' Sweet Sixteen game (Go Bucky!), a note on their opponent: Davidson College. The North Carolina school is paying for a ticket, transportation, and two nights lodging for any student wishing to go to the game being played Friday night in Detroit. Unheard of for a school like UW to do (they wouldn't have to - the student body willingly travels nearly anywhere to support their team), but maybe almost expected for students who pay a whopping $40,000 to attend Davidson.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
It takes an election...
So I realize I haven't posted since about August, not because nothing's been going on, more because I just haven't been in the mood. But if there's anything that gets me back in the game, it's an election. Anybody who knows me very well at all, and especially anyone who has lived with me, knows that I love today (Super Tuesday!), and that I will be glued to MSNBC all night long. I tuned in as soon as I got home from work (there was already a state in - West Virginia with it's strange caucus system this year... bizarre), and will probably be watching all night long. Yes, even until California results are in. I love this stuff. With all of that said, while I was checking out msnbc.com at work today, I found this fun little widget (yes, that's really what they call it) thing that I decided I had to share.
If you get as much of a kick out of election results as I do, enjoy tonight. If not, at least let me enjoy it.
Stay tuned for more from me - hopefully sooner than later!
If you get as much of a kick out of election results as I do, enjoy tonight. If not, at least let me enjoy it.
Stay tuned for more from me - hopefully sooner than later!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Thoughts on Miss Teen USA
Did you see the Miss Teen USA pagent on Friday night? Unfortunately, in order to write this blog, I have to admit that I did tune in and saw about the last hour. I started watching in plenty of time to see the final, interview segment. A few thoughts...
1. The Miss USA pagent used to (and maybe still does, I haven't seen it in awhile) ask all of the final contestants the same question, and made it fair by quarantining them in a plexiglass capsule where they danced with headphones on in order to not hear the question in advance of their turn to answer it. Miss Teen USA, headed by Donald Trump with his infinite wisdom of beauty pagents, instead asks each contestant a different question. With questions ranging from "Pick your role model from Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie, and Lindsey Lohan," (which, surprisingly, was answered by the ultimate winner), "What is the biggest risk you've taken and what did you learn from it?," "How do you know you're a grown up?," "What skill is most missing among teens?," and finally "20% of Americans can't find the United States on a map - why?" (more on that one later). How can you possibly have a fair competition with questions as across the board as this?
2. The set for this competition featured comic book type images, with big speech bubbles saying things like "I want that crown!" and "OMG!" as the winner was crowned. Wow. I don't even know what to say.
3. The biggest news story surrounding the pagent was not about the winner, but instead about the terrible answer given by Miss South Carolina in the above mentioned interview segment. She received the question "Recent polls have shown 1/5 of Americans can't locate America on a world map. Why do you think this is?" First of all.... seriously?! Where was this poll taken?! Even without doing my own poll, I can be fairly sure that anyone I talk to can locate the US on a world map. Who are these people they are polling? Second... Here is Miss SC's response to the question. Keep in mind that my first reaction to the question was "What?!" and she had to answer it on the spot. You almost feel sorry for the girl. Get ready.... "I personally believe that, U.S. Americans are unable to do so, because, some... people out there in our nation don't have maps, and I believe that our education, like such, as in South Africa and Iraq, everywhere like such as, and I believe that they should... our education over here in the U.S., should help the U.S., er, should help South Africa and should help the Iraq and the Asian countries so we will be able to build up our future." I'm withholding comments on her answer specifically, and instead offer this... a possible billboard campaign for that 20% of America who can't locate the US on a map.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
I simply adore...
Joey Fatone on The Singing Bee! I was never a real big fan of N'Sync, but I almost have a boy band crush on him now! He sings, he dances, he even line danced to Britney's Toxic! Say whatever you want about Brit - I'll probably agree with you, but the little electric slide was pretty darn cute! Ok, aside from Joey being the best thing about it, the show is quite a bit of fun too. Give it a shot. I'm willing to bet you'll find yourself singing (and dancing!) along to almost every song!
Monday, August 13, 2007
How sad...
I just got a new tv (ok, it isn't "new", but new to me - mom and dad sent it here from their house when they got a real new one) about a month ago. I was all excited to get rid of the smallish one I've had in my living room for the past 2 years. I came home tonight, tried to turn it on, and.... nothing. Dead. No picture. Big, black, blank screen. Thinking (hoping really) it might be a problem with the cable and not the tv, I brought my little 13 incher from my bedroom out to the living room, hooked it up, and... it worked. Check out the pitiful setup in my living room now. Still not sure what I'm going to do, except live with it for now. I'll keep you posted. Like anyone is really even interested! Ha, who am I kidding. :)Tuesday, June 26, 2007
"Uyimbube, uyimbube..."
...or is it "A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh"?
You probably don't know who Hank Mendress is, but I'm sure you've sung along with him on plenty of occasions. Mendress, who sang vocals with The Tokens, who sang "The Lion Sleeps Tonight," died of lung cancer on Sunday.
In his honor, the complete lyrics to "The Lion Sleeps Tonight":
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh (8x)
In the jungle,
the mighty jungle,
the lion sleeps tonight.
In the jungle,
the quiet jungle,
the lion sleeps tonight.
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh (8x)
Near the village,
the peaceful village,
the lion sleeps tonight.
Near the village,
the quiet village,
the lion sleeps tonight.
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh (8x)
Hush my darling,
don't fear my darling,
the lion sleeps tonight.
Hush my darling,
don't fear my darling,
the lion sleeps tonight.
A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh (8x)
We-de-de-de
De-de-de-de-de
De-we-um-um-a-way
We-de-de-de
De-de-de-de-de
We-um-um-a-way
Monday, June 04, 2007
You may have too many shoes if...
1. This is what your the entryway in your apartment looks like. (Also note, there are 5 purses in that picture - but each has been used within the last couple of weeks!) I'm not even going to bother to count how many pairs are there, but I know there are some missing that I've worn recently. 
2. You have two pairs of the same shoe (and a third that was recently thrown out), just because you like them so much, and can pick the ones that are least worn each day you want to wear them. That means there are really 4 pairs of the same shoe! 
3. You decide to finally throw out some of the old shoe boxes you've been keeping in your closet (don't ask why), and find a lone boot in one of the boxes. Not sure where the other one is, but I'm guessing it's the same kind of situation as in #2... I know they were pretty comfy at one point. Friday, June 01, 2007
Monday, May 21, 2007
The Bachelor
This Bachelor has to be the least eloquent man ever to be on the show. The way he dropped Bevin was almost embarrassing (although I was glad he did!). I understand that it has to be a difficult thing to do - to tell a woman who has told you she loves you that you're going to propose to another woman - but I would expect that you might think through what you would say. He fumbled for words, didn't seem to have any idea what to say, and then just stared at her crying for awhile... it was a mess! One other thing.... I would not want the man who proposes to me, the day before he does it, to be saying that he could see himself proposing to another woman too. I would want him to be a little more sure than that.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
VisualDNA
Check out this fun site I found!
So what does this say about me?... Read on.
Mood: Sofisticat - You're romantic in your outlook and love a good fairytale. You're a bit of a dreamer, you've got a great imagination. When it comes to art, you appreciate precision and hard work - real craftsmanship. You appreciate the history of a piece, the story it holds - you are a touch sentimental! As for music, it's the soundtrack to your world. An open road, your favorite tracks - cliches are there to be enjoyed! Your choice of treat reveals either real exhaustion, or a bit of laziness? Either way you're never happier than when you are rugged, and snuggled up, eyes shut.
Fun: Escape Artist - You love to be far away from your everyday life. You love the sun, and like to live life at a slower pace than most - you know how to take things nice and easy! For kicks you like to indulge - treat yourself to whatever you like. After all it is not all the time that you live like this. When it comes to holidays, you reckon they should always be indulgent - a very special treat and chance to recharge your batteries in luxurious surroundings as well as spending quality time with family and friends. What grosses you out? Nobody is perfect but some bad habits aren't acceptable; you realize that health is wealth.
Habits: Junkie Monkey - Even if you have a healthy approach to life, you still have your little vices that keep you going. It is all part of the routine, you're a creature of habit. You're not neurotic about making healthy choices... You've got more of an easy going and carefree approach to your lifestyle... and a sweet tooth too. As for the home, you have very cool and contemporary taste. You have a simple approach to style, but you like things to have their place.
Love: Love Bug - You're a bit of a softie. Love is unconditional and loyal. When you think of freedom, you think of being in charge of your direction. The open road and a full tank can take you pretty much anywhere.
What does your VisualDNA look like?
So what does this say about me?... Read on.
Mood: Sofisticat - You're romantic in your outlook and love a good fairytale. You're a bit of a dreamer, you've got a great imagination. When it comes to art, you appreciate precision and hard work - real craftsmanship. You appreciate the history of a piece, the story it holds - you are a touch sentimental! As for music, it's the soundtrack to your world. An open road, your favorite tracks - cliches are there to be enjoyed! Your choice of treat reveals either real exhaustion, or a bit of laziness? Either way you're never happier than when you are rugged, and snuggled up, eyes shut.
Fun: Escape Artist - You love to be far away from your everyday life. You love the sun, and like to live life at a slower pace than most - you know how to take things nice and easy! For kicks you like to indulge - treat yourself to whatever you like. After all it is not all the time that you live like this. When it comes to holidays, you reckon they should always be indulgent - a very special treat and chance to recharge your batteries in luxurious surroundings as well as spending quality time with family and friends. What grosses you out? Nobody is perfect but some bad habits aren't acceptable; you realize that health is wealth.
Habits: Junkie Monkey - Even if you have a healthy approach to life, you still have your little vices that keep you going. It is all part of the routine, you're a creature of habit. You're not neurotic about making healthy choices... You've got more of an easy going and carefree approach to your lifestyle... and a sweet tooth too. As for the home, you have very cool and contemporary taste. You have a simple approach to style, but you like things to have their place.
Love: Love Bug - You're a bit of a softie. Love is unconditional and loyal. When you think of freedom, you think of being in charge of your direction. The open road and a full tank can take you pretty much anywhere.
What does your VisualDNA look like?
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
I'm a Hokie
So I haven't posted in a long time... not for lack of events or things to write about, more for lack of time, ok, maybe it's motivation, to post. More on me later, I promise (because there was a great vacation with some great pictures since I last posted), but for today - and this week - it feels like there are bigger and more important things to write about.
Not only am I a Badger this week, but I'm a Hokie too.
(At the risk of offering a bit of humor when discussing a terribly sad event, apparently the way freshmen at Virginia Tech are taught to respond when asked what a Hokie is, is by saying "I'm a Hokie." This week that response seems even more fitting.)
From all reports, Blacksburg, Virginia seems to be like any typical college town. The students there love their school, and each other... much like the students at any other campus. I guess that's what makes the tragic events of Monday, April 16th seem even more frightening. It reinforces the idea that crazed gunmen really can show up anywhere. It could happen in Madison. It could happen in Sheboygan. Random crime isn't isolated to big cities with notoriously high crime rates. It can happen to anyone.
Those gunshots hit a young woman, just starting her college career, who loved to dance.
Those gunshots hit a professor in his 70's, who had inspired, taught and advised countless students, and was denied the chance to touch that many more.
Those gunshots hit a 25 year old man, due to graduate from grad school in 3 weeks, who was anticipating starting his career in engineering.
Those gunshots hit a 35 year old German professor, and left behind his wife to go back to work at the same university, likely in the same building, where her husband took his last breath.
Those gunshots hit a middle-aged professor, studying cerebal palsy, and left behind his wife and three children whom he coached in youth sports.
Those gunshots hit 27 other people, who will not be forgotten. One of whom was the gunman himself. While it is easy to villify him, and deservedly so, I can't help but also grieve for him. A 23 year old man who was so lost, and in need of so much help, that he was desperate enough to destroy so many lives. He committed a terrible act, and that should not be forgotten. But there is also so much we should be able to learn from him.
Were mistakes made by police, school administrators, and professors? Possibly. But at this point, let's not get so wrapped up in placing blame or questioning the use of email to issue warnings. There will be plenty of time for those questions, answers, and new policies later. Right now, let's remember the lives that were cut too short.
"We will continue to invent the future through out blood and tears and through our sadness... We are the Hokies..."
-Nikki Giovanni
Not only am I a Badger this week, but I'm a Hokie too.
(At the risk of offering a bit of humor when discussing a terribly sad event, apparently the way freshmen at Virginia Tech are taught to respond when asked what a Hokie is, is by saying "I'm a Hokie." This week that response seems even more fitting.)
From all reports, Blacksburg, Virginia seems to be like any typical college town. The students there love their school, and each other... much like the students at any other campus. I guess that's what makes the tragic events of Monday, April 16th seem even more frightening. It reinforces the idea that crazed gunmen really can show up anywhere. It could happen in Madison. It could happen in Sheboygan. Random crime isn't isolated to big cities with notoriously high crime rates. It can happen to anyone.
Those gunshots hit a young woman, just starting her college career, who loved to dance.
Those gunshots hit a professor in his 70's, who had inspired, taught and advised countless students, and was denied the chance to touch that many more.
Those gunshots hit a 25 year old man, due to graduate from grad school in 3 weeks, who was anticipating starting his career in engineering.
Those gunshots hit a 35 year old German professor, and left behind his wife to go back to work at the same university, likely in the same building, where her husband took his last breath.
Those gunshots hit a middle-aged professor, studying cerebal palsy, and left behind his wife and three children whom he coached in youth sports.
Those gunshots hit 27 other people, who will not be forgotten. One of whom was the gunman himself. While it is easy to villify him, and deservedly so, I can't help but also grieve for him. A 23 year old man who was so lost, and in need of so much help, that he was desperate enough to destroy so many lives. He committed a terrible act, and that should not be forgotten. But there is also so much we should be able to learn from him.
Were mistakes made by police, school administrators, and professors? Possibly. But at this point, let's not get so wrapped up in placing blame or questioning the use of email to issue warnings. There will be plenty of time for those questions, answers, and new policies later. Right now, let's remember the lives that were cut too short.
"We will continue to invent the future through out blood and tears and through our sadness... We are the Hokies..."
-Nikki Giovanni
Monday, February 26, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
We're #1!
In case anyone has been under a rock for the last week.... My Badgers are ranked #1!!! (Ok, yes, I know, they are #2 in the ESPN/USA Today poll, but let me bask in my glory for a minute, or a week.) Go Bucky! Or should I say.... Fuck 'em Bucky!
As I type, they are beating Ohio State. Keep your fingers crossed. More updates throughout the game.
Though he's not my favorite, the polar bear just got hurt!
Did anyone else see that elbow? I know know that you can dislocate an elbow, but it 
looked like they were trying to pop it back in somehow... Poor Brian! :( Tears!! :( :( And they called the block on Brian on the play! That makes it hurt even more. Another Butch note... Krabbenhoft got the start over Brian today.... Way ta go Joe! (I like him better.)Halftime report: Down by 3, but can't complain about that. Mike has to pick it up a little too. Have to like the rebound situation more than last Tuesday though!
Ok, I just lost my satelite signal (probably because of the snow that finally started to fall outside), thus, no game. Until I found it on the local station. That means I'm watching it through shitty reception, but I guess it's better than not seeing it at all.
J Bo has started to turn it on now... "That's the uncousious nature of an 18 year old." Knocking the 3's down! We need that!
Oden can keep turning the ball over too, that's fine with me!
Down by 1 with 2:00 to go... No more blogging until the game is over. I have to watch a little closer!
Sad... :(
Monday, February 19, 2007
Making a difference
A young man walking down the beach observed an old man picking up starfish that had washed up on the shore. As he got closer, he saw the old man throwing them back into the ocean. He approached the old man and asked, "What are you doing?" The old man replied, "If I don't throw the starfish back in the water, they're going to die." "But there must be thousands of beaches, and millions of starfish. You can't save them all. Don't you know you'll never make a difference!" The old man reached down, picked up a starfish, and simply replied, "I'll make a difference to this one."I've come across this story three different times in the past week, in three different places. What does that mean?
Thursday, January 25, 2007
The mourning period for former president Gerald Ford is finally over.You can again fly your flag at the top of the flagpole.
In case you hadn't noticed, flags all over the country were at half staff for 30 days. Why you ask? Because that, apparently, is standard policy for the month-ish following the death of a president.
Don't get me wrong, I'm all for Pres. Ford (well, to be honest, I really don't know that much about him, so maybe I shouldn't say that), but 30 days of mourning, for a guy who was already in his 90's? Doesn't that seem a bit excessive? I could definitely understand if it were a sitting president who died, but I don't know about a former president - who was in office 30 years ago.
Call me insensitive, but it seems like a bit much to me.
In keeping with the flag theme... a "trivia question of the day"... Where is the flag never flown at half-staff? Leave me your guesses... I know of at least two answers - they will be posted in approximately a week.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
A painful past comes rushing back...
The concept of completely eliminating people from one's life seemed foreign to me about 3 years ago. Sure, there had been occasions when I have thought that I'd like to forget about people who have hurt me, but the idea of forgetting a past, and cutting relationships and all ties just doesn't make sense, or really seem all that possible. At least not treating it as if its as simple as the flip of a switch. One day we're friends and share a history. The next we aren't and we don't.
Since then, two people have done just that to me. (Yes, the thought that this has something to do with me has crossed my mind, but I'm not about to get into that now.)
There is a reason I'm bringing this whole topic up today, so stick with me...
1. A guy I dated for a month or two in high school, but remained friends with. The dating thing was never going to work out, but he was a nice guy. Even though he lived on the other side of town, about 2 years after we quit dating, he ended up buying a house a block away from my parents, and moving in with his girlfriend. We ran into each other in the neighborhood on occasion. My brother helped mow his lawn. I was there the day his dog was hit by a car, and drove him to the vet as he made the decision to euthanize her. A few months later, I got an email from him talking about how his relationship with his girlfriend made it impossible for us to remain friends or even talk. A quote from the email, which shocked me so much I don't know that I'll forget it for a long time... "As I no longer want to have to speak your name to anyone, if you see me or my car, please just go on by like I don't exist and I will do the same." As much of a shock as it is to hear something like that, I was lucky enough to have people in my life who could think objectively about it, and realize that the whole situation was absurd and I was better off not having to deal with it, and what a great door he provided me by which to let myself out gracefully.
While hearing things like that is like getting hit in the head with a brick, it was almost easier than this...
2. There was a guy I had been friends with for as long as I could remember... literally. We started going to daycare together when we were three. He was my best friend for a long time. One of those where you can go for months when you talk everyday, and then go for a month without talking, but when you do, it's as if you didn't miss a thing. We went to daycare, elementary, middle, and high school together, and both ended up at the UW, where we remained friends. Until about our third year in school. There was the email he didn't reply to. The phone calls he didn't answer, and voice mails that wouldn't be returned. Then there was the days where we'd walk right past each other on the street or between classes, and it was as if I'd passed a total stranger. This was more of the unspoken end of a relationship, where you never really know what's going on or why it's happening. It's been probably 4 years since we actually talked, after 17 years of solid friendship.
Don't get me wrong here. Neither of these relationships are things that keep me up at night, or that I think about on a daily basis... at least not anymore. Of course, for awhile, it was all I could think about.
In a pretty scary way, both of these guys came rushing back into my life in a small way this weekend, and sadly brought all these feelings of confusion and rejection with them.
Guy 1 came back earlier today, at of all places, a Bridal/Wedding Expo. I had arranged to meet Nicole, mom, and Gina there to plan all things Nicole and Justin. As I was waiting for them outside the entrance, who walks by but 1. with aforementioned girlfriend (apparently now fiance), and two moms. As tempted as I was to walk up to him, introduce myself to her, and catch up with what's been going on the past year and a half, I resisted. It took me awhile to get over having him in my life, and it was so important for me to not let him slip in again anymore than the situation required. Seeing him there was tough enough. Talking, or doing anything stupid would have made things even more difficult. But blogging about the whole thing is a little therapeutic...
About 18 hours earlier, I was going to dinner with my family at Paisans in Madison (the new one for all of you Badgers out there - with University Square being torn down, they moved to Wilson St. and now have a lot more space, the same cool booths, and lake views now! Check it out if you have the chance!). The place was packed, but as we headed into the bar to wait for our table, I saw a table full of familiar faces. Three girls from high school, along with guy 2. It was obvious they saw me walk in, so I knew I had to make a stop at their table and at least say hi, as ackward as it would be. Thankfully the three girls were there, as I was able to keep most of the conversation with them, but was able to make myself look at him twice, and even ask him a question (granted, it was the "what are you doing now?" question that was making its way around the table, and it would have been terribly obvious had I not asked him). I tried to be as graceful as I could, but kept things to a minimum, and quickly made my way back to catching up with my brother... who is someone who as much as he sometimes may want to, I am confident will never forget about me completely.
Strangely, even though the situation with guy 2 was harder, more mind-boggling, and hurt the most when the relationship was ending, it was easier to see him than it was guy 1. Maybe because 2 did hurt so much, I was able to process everything completely, and get through what really is a grieving process, which I may not have totally done with guy 1. That may be exactly why this post was so on my mind, and so necessary....
Since then, two people have done just that to me. (Yes, the thought that this has something to do with me has crossed my mind, but I'm not about to get into that now.)
There is a reason I'm bringing this whole topic up today, so stick with me...
1. A guy I dated for a month or two in high school, but remained friends with. The dating thing was never going to work out, but he was a nice guy. Even though he lived on the other side of town, about 2 years after we quit dating, he ended up buying a house a block away from my parents, and moving in with his girlfriend. We ran into each other in the neighborhood on occasion. My brother helped mow his lawn. I was there the day his dog was hit by a car, and drove him to the vet as he made the decision to euthanize her. A few months later, I got an email from him talking about how his relationship with his girlfriend made it impossible for us to remain friends or even talk. A quote from the email, which shocked me so much I don't know that I'll forget it for a long time... "As I no longer want to have to speak your name to anyone, if you see me or my car, please just go on by like I don't exist and I will do the same." As much of a shock as it is to hear something like that, I was lucky enough to have people in my life who could think objectively about it, and realize that the whole situation was absurd and I was better off not having to deal with it, and what a great door he provided me by which to let myself out gracefully.
While hearing things like that is like getting hit in the head with a brick, it was almost easier than this...
2. There was a guy I had been friends with for as long as I could remember... literally. We started going to daycare together when we were three. He was my best friend for a long time. One of those where you can go for months when you talk everyday, and then go for a month without talking, but when you do, it's as if you didn't miss a thing. We went to daycare, elementary, middle, and high school together, and both ended up at the UW, where we remained friends. Until about our third year in school. There was the email he didn't reply to. The phone calls he didn't answer, and voice mails that wouldn't be returned. Then there was the days where we'd walk right past each other on the street or between classes, and it was as if I'd passed a total stranger. This was more of the unspoken end of a relationship, where you never really know what's going on or why it's happening. It's been probably 4 years since we actually talked, after 17 years of solid friendship.
Don't get me wrong here. Neither of these relationships are things that keep me up at night, or that I think about on a daily basis... at least not anymore. Of course, for awhile, it was all I could think about.
In a pretty scary way, both of these guys came rushing back into my life in a small way this weekend, and sadly brought all these feelings of confusion and rejection with them.
Guy 1 came back earlier today, at of all places, a Bridal/Wedding Expo. I had arranged to meet Nicole, mom, and Gina there to plan all things Nicole and Justin. As I was waiting for them outside the entrance, who walks by but 1. with aforementioned girlfriend (apparently now fiance), and two moms. As tempted as I was to walk up to him, introduce myself to her, and catch up with what's been going on the past year and a half, I resisted. It took me awhile to get over having him in my life, and it was so important for me to not let him slip in again anymore than the situation required. Seeing him there was tough enough. Talking, or doing anything stupid would have made things even more difficult. But blogging about the whole thing is a little therapeutic...
About 18 hours earlier, I was going to dinner with my family at Paisans in Madison (the new one for all of you Badgers out there - with University Square being torn down, they moved to Wilson St. and now have a lot more space, the same cool booths, and lake views now! Check it out if you have the chance!). The place was packed, but as we headed into the bar to wait for our table, I saw a table full of familiar faces. Three girls from high school, along with guy 2. It was obvious they saw me walk in, so I knew I had to make a stop at their table and at least say hi, as ackward as it would be. Thankfully the three girls were there, as I was able to keep most of the conversation with them, but was able to make myself look at him twice, and even ask him a question (granted, it was the "what are you doing now?" question that was making its way around the table, and it would have been terribly obvious had I not asked him). I tried to be as graceful as I could, but kept things to a minimum, and quickly made my way back to catching up with my brother... who is someone who as much as he sometimes may want to, I am confident will never forget about me completely.
Strangely, even though the situation with guy 2 was harder, more mind-boggling, and hurt the most when the relationship was ending, it was easier to see him than it was guy 1. Maybe because 2 did hurt so much, I was able to process everything completely, and get through what really is a grieving process, which I may not have totally done with guy 1. That may be exactly why this post was so on my mind, and so necessary....
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Keeping with the "one a month" blog update trend I have going, here it is for January.
The holidays were fabulous! The family came up for church at Crossroads on Christmas Eve morning (and enjoyed it! Yay!), and then we headed to grandma's and Ann's to celebrate a little Christmas. Overall nothing incredibly exciting (except that 1,400 piece, K-nex rollarcoaster we tried to put together), but it was all just really relaxing. I can't complain. The rest of the week off was pretty good too! Pretty nice perk of working at the Big K!
One other bit of exciting news to report....
The holidays were fabulous! The family came up for church at Crossroads on Christmas Eve morning (and enjoyed it! Yay!), and then we headed to grandma's and Ann's to celebrate a little Christmas. Overall nothing incredibly exciting (except that 1,400 piece, K-nex rollarcoaster we tried to put together), but it was all just really relaxing. I can't complain. The rest of the week off was pretty good too! Pretty nice perk of working at the Big K!
One other bit of exciting news to report....
Nicole and Justin got engaged!
(Only after 7(?) years!)
Congrats guys!
I can't wait for October 6!!
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Finding a place to call home...
I still have trouble calling Sheboygan "home," or thinking about being here 10 years from now, so why not take the quiz that helps you "find your spot," at www.findyourspot.com. Surprisingly, the one place I still consider and call home is not on the list.... Even more surprisingly, not a single city from the state of Wisconsin made the list!
Let me know if you know anything about any of these places. In reverse order....
20. Fargo, North Dakota/Moorhead, Minnesota – I’m embarrassed that Fargo even shows up on this list!
19. Kalamazoo/Battle Creek, Michigan – funny name, but I don’t know much more...
18. Cedar Rapids, Iowa – the “City of Five Seasons” (?)
17. Elkhart-Goshen, Indiana – I think this is the only place on the list I haven’t even heard of, apparently they make bank instruments and RVs here
16. Lincoln, Nebraska – college town, but… could I become a ‘Huskers fan?
15. Bismarck, North Dakota – North Dakota may be worse than Kansas… size of Sheboygan and it’s the largest population center for 200 miles in any direction (wow, not much else out there), don’t think so.
14. Cleveland, Ohio – Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, pro sports teams, bigger than any other city on the list
13. Grand Rapids, Michigan – I’ve heard good things… somewhat close to “home”
12. Omaha, Nebraska – size of the Madison Metro area, college town (x2), museums, the College World Series (yes, I’m a fan of “weird sports”)… I may be able to do Omaha
11. Joplin, Missouri – smaller than Sheboygan, “prime location for retirement” (not yet!), close to Arkansas, Oklahoma, AND Kansas (yikes!)
10. Overland Park, Kansas – … anyone know anything about it?
9. Evansville, Indiana – small town charm, but within 200 miles of St. Louis, Indianapolis, Louisville, and Nashville
8. Kansas City, Missouri – Kansas in the name, but it’s not IN Kansas, major league sports teams, the City of Fountains, and apparently a ton of BBQ restaurants, population of almost 2 million... might be do-able
7. Topeka, Kansas – state capital, but nothing else that is real noteworthy…
6. Sioux Falls, South Dakota – population 120K, ranked as one of the “least stressed” cities, low cost of living, with relatively higher incomes, but I don’t know if I could do South Dakota either
5. Wichita, Kansas – size of Madison Metro area … but it’s Kansas
4. Bloomington, Indiana – small, but a University town (Indiana University)
3. Springfield, Missouri – size of Madison Metro area, Missouri’s “economic and cultural center”
2. Salina, Kansas – smaller than Sheboygan, geographic center of the United States, artsy/agricultural town… but it’s Kansas
1. Columbia, Missouri – halfway between St. Louis and Kansas City, University of Missouri (college town!), population 92K. Supposedly this is the ideal spot for me.... I'm kind of indifferent.
What do you think? Time for me to head out of Wisconsin?
Let me know if you know anything about any of these places. In reverse order....
20. Fargo, North Dakota/Moorhead, Minnesota – I’m embarrassed that Fargo even shows up on this list!
19. Kalamazoo/Battle Creek, Michigan – funny name, but I don’t know much more...
18. Cedar Rapids, Iowa – the “City of Five Seasons” (?)
17. Elkhart-Goshen, Indiana – I think this is the only place on the list I haven’t even heard of, apparently they make bank instruments and RVs here
16. Lincoln, Nebraska – college town, but… could I become a ‘Huskers fan?
15. Bismarck, North Dakota – North Dakota may be worse than Kansas… size of Sheboygan and it’s the largest population center for 200 miles in any direction (wow, not much else out there), don’t think so.
14. Cleveland, Ohio – Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, pro sports teams, bigger than any other city on the list
13. Grand Rapids, Michigan – I’ve heard good things… somewhat close to “home”
12. Omaha, Nebraska – size of the Madison Metro area, college town (x2), museums, the College World Series (yes, I’m a fan of “weird sports”)… I may be able to do Omaha
11. Joplin, Missouri – smaller than Sheboygan, “prime location for retirement” (not yet!), close to Arkansas, Oklahoma, AND Kansas (yikes!)
10. Overland Park, Kansas – … anyone know anything about it?
9. Evansville, Indiana – small town charm, but within 200 miles of St. Louis, Indianapolis, Louisville, and Nashville
8. Kansas City, Missouri – Kansas in the name, but it’s not IN Kansas, major league sports teams, the City of Fountains, and apparently a ton of BBQ restaurants, population of almost 2 million... might be do-able
7. Topeka, Kansas – state capital, but nothing else that is real noteworthy…
6. Sioux Falls, South Dakota – population 120K, ranked as one of the “least stressed” cities, low cost of living, with relatively higher incomes, but I don’t know if I could do South Dakota either
5. Wichita, Kansas – size of Madison Metro area … but it’s Kansas
4. Bloomington, Indiana – small, but a University town (Indiana University)
3. Springfield, Missouri – size of Madison Metro area, Missouri’s “economic and cultural center”
2. Salina, Kansas – smaller than Sheboygan, geographic center of the United States, artsy/agricultural town… but it’s Kansas
1. Columbia, Missouri – halfway between St. Louis and Kansas City, University of Missouri (college town!), population 92K. Supposedly this is the ideal spot for me.... I'm kind of indifferent.
What do you think? Time for me to head out of Wisconsin?
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Happy Birthday!
Wishin' my brother a Happy 17th Birthday! You know "My Wish" for you - I love you Matt! 17 years ago you were cute enough to take to show and tell in my 2nd grade class. Today I wouldn't take you to a show and tell for being cute, but for being the best brother I could ask for! Hope you have a wonderful birthday - with no balloons at school, but I'll give you some here!
Saturday, November 25, 2006
A strange Thanksgiving
When you think Thanksgiving, you think turkey, stuffing and pumpkin pie. You think of a day spent with the crazy relatives, which is always at least somewhat memorable. This Thanksgiving was memorable for a different reason. There was turkey, stuffing, and pumpkin pie, but there were no crazy relatives. The crazies definitely exist, but I didn't spend the day with them. My extended family, most of them at least, can't seem to get along well enough to spend a day together lately. So this year, Thanksgiving was spent at home in Madison, with just the four of us.
Please don't take my ranting here to mean that it wasn't a great holiday. We had a great time hanging out in the amazingly warm November weather in Wisconsin. The meal was fabulous, wine was great, time spent together was fun. We put the top on the convertible down, and rode around town for awhile and got some funny looks and a little cold. A stop at the Monona Bait Shop for ice cream topped the ride off. Not your typical, hang out with the cousins, watch a little football (or even play if it's nice enough out), Thanksgiving, but memorable nonetheless. We capped the night with a few board games (I managed to lose every one, no matter who was on my team), and just hanging out together.
Back to the family situation for a bit now... I'm sure there are only a couple members of the above mentioned family who know what a blog is, and even fewer who know that I have one or how to get to it, so this may never get to the intended audience, but here goes anyway. The crap that tends to tear this family apart is getting ridiculous. The hurt feelings, and tear-inducing comments seemed silly at the time, but seem like nothing compared to gossip and rumor spreading that are now causing people to not even be able to see each other for holidays. Enough already. Get over yourself. Life is too hard to let this crap get in the way of some of the relationships that really matter.
Hopefully Christmas will be different...
Please don't take my ranting here to mean that it wasn't a great holiday. We had a great time hanging out in the amazingly warm November weather in Wisconsin. The meal was fabulous, wine was great, time spent together was fun. We put the top on the convertible down, and rode around town for awhile and got some funny looks and a little cold. A stop at the Monona Bait Shop for ice cream topped the ride off. Not your typical, hang out with the cousins, watch a little football (or even play if it's nice enough out), Thanksgiving, but memorable nonetheless. We capped the night with a few board games (I managed to lose every one, no matter who was on my team), and just hanging out together.
Back to the family situation for a bit now... I'm sure there are only a couple members of the above mentioned family who know what a blog is, and even fewer who know that I have one or how to get to it, so this may never get to the intended audience, but here goes anyway. The crap that tends to tear this family apart is getting ridiculous. The hurt feelings, and tear-inducing comments seemed silly at the time, but seem like nothing compared to gossip and rumor spreading that are now causing people to not even be able to see each other for holidays. Enough already. Get over yourself. Life is too hard to let this crap get in the way of some of the relationships that really matter.
Hopefully Christmas will be different...
Monday, November 06, 2006
Monday, October 09, 2006
Slowing Down
It took a long time, but I realized tonight just how rarely I stop and slow down.
Slow down enough to hear myself think.
Slow down enough to realize what I'm feeling.
Slow down enough to realize just what I want, and need in this life.
Slow down enough to hear God talking to me.
Slow down enough to realize how blessed and loved I am.
Today was one of those days where I was going through the motions, seeming like everything was fine, had my schedule for the day in my head, and was just looking forward to getting through it. I could feel my bed calling me all day long, almost counting down the hours until the day was over. What hurts so much now is that I realized how much I missed today. And then thinking more, how much I miss everyday. This mentality of "make it through the day" is so common for me lately, and I dare say not just for me. I got home after getting through the things that "had" to get done (which were really enjoyable, and I shouldn't have been thinking of them that way), and just felt drained. Was bummed. Was angry. Was feeling pretty empty. When I have the mentality of making it through the day, there isn't room for satisfaction, accomplishment, or just plain joy. I was missing all of that, even though it seemed like a good day.
This funk threw me into workout mode, and I found myself down at the Y. I had left the iPod at home, and the televisions, though they were closed-captioned and I could have followed along, weren't catching my attention which I couldn't be more thankful for now. I ended up just talking through things with God and just myself for a good half hour, not realizing that I was running (which is a great side benefit!), and felt some of the tension that had been sitting in my back for days just lift. It was like a weight had physically been taken off my shoulders.
As I walked out to my car in the parking lot just yards from Lake Michigan, I heard the waves rolling over and crashing onto the shore. I smelled the distinctive smell of fall leaves. I felt the chill in the air that made me pull my hands into the sleeves of my coat. All of this was just an awesome reminder of this whole world that exists around me everyday, and can, if I only left it, serve as a constant reminder of just how much I'm loved by an awesome God who made heaven and earth Himself.
It's a comforting reminder on days when I let the world catch up with me. I'm quick to turn on the TV as soon as I get home, so I have some background noise and don't have to deal with the stuff filling my head. I'm quick to turn to the latest book I'm reading, or spreadsheet I'm working on at work, instead of concerning myself with what's really going on in my heart. I'm quick to call the friend who comes to mind first when I'm angry, or upset, or just down rather than turning to God in prayer.
As much of a bummer as what was going on in my head and heart earlier today was, I couldn't be more thankful for the chance it gave me to slow down, catch up with God and myself rather than the world, and start to re-prioritize and re-familiarize myself with what matters.
Slow down enough to hear myself think.
Slow down enough to realize what I'm feeling.
Slow down enough to realize just what I want, and need in this life.
Slow down enough to hear God talking to me.
Slow down enough to realize how blessed and loved I am.
Today was one of those days where I was going through the motions, seeming like everything was fine, had my schedule for the day in my head, and was just looking forward to getting through it. I could feel my bed calling me all day long, almost counting down the hours until the day was over. What hurts so much now is that I realized how much I missed today. And then thinking more, how much I miss everyday. This mentality of "make it through the day" is so common for me lately, and I dare say not just for me. I got home after getting through the things that "had" to get done (which were really enjoyable, and I shouldn't have been thinking of them that way), and just felt drained. Was bummed. Was angry. Was feeling pretty empty. When I have the mentality of making it through the day, there isn't room for satisfaction, accomplishment, or just plain joy. I was missing all of that, even though it seemed like a good day.
This funk threw me into workout mode, and I found myself down at the Y. I had left the iPod at home, and the televisions, though they were closed-captioned and I could have followed along, weren't catching my attention which I couldn't be more thankful for now. I ended up just talking through things with God and just myself for a good half hour, not realizing that I was running (which is a great side benefit!), and felt some of the tension that had been sitting in my back for days just lift. It was like a weight had physically been taken off my shoulders.
As I walked out to my car in the parking lot just yards from Lake Michigan, I heard the waves rolling over and crashing onto the shore. I smelled the distinctive smell of fall leaves. I felt the chill in the air that made me pull my hands into the sleeves of my coat. All of this was just an awesome reminder of this whole world that exists around me everyday, and can, if I only left it, serve as a constant reminder of just how much I'm loved by an awesome God who made heaven and earth Himself.
It's a comforting reminder on days when I let the world catch up with me. I'm quick to turn on the TV as soon as I get home, so I have some background noise and don't have to deal with the stuff filling my head. I'm quick to turn to the latest book I'm reading, or spreadsheet I'm working on at work, instead of concerning myself with what's really going on in my heart. I'm quick to call the friend who comes to mind first when I'm angry, or upset, or just down rather than turning to God in prayer.
As much of a bummer as what was going on in my head and heart earlier today was, I couldn't be more thankful for the chance it gave me to slow down, catch up with God and myself rather than the world, and start to re-prioritize and re-familiarize myself with what matters.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Father knows best?
For as long as I can remember, my dad has wanted me to become an engineer. He's played the "You're so good at math" card, the "Don't you want to be like your dad?" card, and as often as possible, the "Look at the cool stuff engineers do!" card. I've gotten the emails with pictures of the ski hill in Dubai, United Arab Emirates. I've driven through the Big Dig in Boston, and discussed how the Wisconsin Department of Transportation themself (Dad's employer) was working on the Marquette Interchange in Milwaukee.
I've gotten used to just ignoring the comments about my career choice, but I will admit the stuff he shows me that "engineers do" is normally pretty amazing. Especially this.
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/honda.php
I've heard that there are no computer graphic or digital tricks in the commercial, and that everything you see really happened, in real time, exactly as you see it. It took 606 takes, $6 million, and 3 months to complete, but is pretty damn cool!
Almost makes me want to be an engineer dad!
I've gotten used to just ignoring the comments about my career choice, but I will admit the stuff he shows me that "engineers do" is normally pretty amazing. Especially this.
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/honda.php
I've heard that there are no computer graphic or digital tricks in the commercial, and that everything you see really happened, in real time, exactly as you see it. It took 606 takes, $6 million, and 3 months to complete, but is pretty damn cool!
Almost makes me want to be an engineer dad!
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Celebrity Look-Alikes
I'm not real sure how I stumbled upon this site, but it's pretty cool!
http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/face-recognition.php
Just upload a photo of yourself, and run the face-recognition program to find your "celebrity look-alikes" - based primarily on facial structure, nothing else, thus Kate Hudson, Laura Bush, and myself look alike in this case. (Check out my profile/collage at the link below!)
http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/face-recognition.php
Just upload a photo of yourself, and run the face-recognition program to find your "celebrity look-alikes" - based primarily on facial structure, nothing else, thus Kate Hudson, Laura Bush, and myself look alike in this case. (Check out my profile/collage at the link below!)
My look-alikes (starting with the most alike):
1. Kylie Minogue
2. Kate Hudson
3. Stacey Keibler (of pro-wrestling and Dancing with the Stars fame!)
4. Laura Bush
5. Renee Zellweger (She had me at Hello - I still can't think of her in anything besides Jerry Maguire)
6. Bridget Moynahan
7. Jenna Elfman
8. Kate Bosworth
Check it out and let me know who you look like!
Sunday, September 24, 2006
So it's been a long time
I realize I haven't blogged in forever, and for those devoted readers out there, hopefully you haven't been holding your breath for an update on what's been going on in my life. If you have, I apoligize.... but I may disappoint you again. I feel like I have to give myself a somewhat public lecture for being way too hard on myself in some recent life situations.
I've been giving people who really don't mean that much to me way too much power to influence the way I feel about myself. I've wasted way too much energy on worrying about what these same people think, and being concerned about living up to their expectations, when 1) I'll never be able to do that given that I don't even know what those expectations are, and 2) even if I did, it really wouldn't matter. Granted, these are people who have definitely had a place in my life and heart at some point in the past, and have given me experiences in which I learned about myself, and the way I want my relationships to work. They've taught me valuable lessons, but, for all intents and purposes, have come and gone from my life, yet I let their hold on me remain. The fact that I'm not getting anything from them, but letting them take from me - energy, time, and peace of mind - has weighed heavy on my heart lately, and is definitely the struggle of the day/week.
Thanks for letting me get that out there.
Now for a little fun after being a little hard on myself (in an effort to NOT be so hard on myself), a random poll.
What's the best reality tv show on the air this fall? OR... is the reality tv craze over and you don't care about any of them?
Post your answers in the comment section! My answer (in case anyone cares) after 5 answers have been posted first!
I've been giving people who really don't mean that much to me way too much power to influence the way I feel about myself. I've wasted way too much energy on worrying about what these same people think, and being concerned about living up to their expectations, when 1) I'll never be able to do that given that I don't even know what those expectations are, and 2) even if I did, it really wouldn't matter. Granted, these are people who have definitely had a place in my life and heart at some point in the past, and have given me experiences in which I learned about myself, and the way I want my relationships to work. They've taught me valuable lessons, but, for all intents and purposes, have come and gone from my life, yet I let their hold on me remain. The fact that I'm not getting anything from them, but letting them take from me - energy, time, and peace of mind - has weighed heavy on my heart lately, and is definitely the struggle of the day/week.
Thanks for letting me get that out there.
Now for a little fun after being a little hard on myself (in an effort to NOT be so hard on myself), a random poll.
What's the best reality tv show on the air this fall? OR... is the reality tv craze over and you don't care about any of them?
Post your answers in the comment section! My answer (in case anyone cares) after 5 answers have been posted first!
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Big Sister, Little Sister
I just met my new little sister (through Big Brothers Big Sisters) a couple weeks ago, and have already been having quite a bit of fun with her! Just a few pictures (from our trip to the lake this week - she wants to make a scrapbook! I can't wait!) and a short little editorial on that for now - I'm sure there will be more to come later!
It's an awesome thing to know you're making a difference in the life of a kid who could use it and looks up to you. Not that T. is in a bad situation, just that she can use and appreciates a little more one-on-one attention than she gets at home. It doesn't hurt that she's a pretty cool, outgoing, fun, creative kid too!
It's an awesome thing to know you're making a difference in the life of a kid who could use it and looks up to you. Not that T. is in a bad situation, just that she can use and appreciates a little more one-on-one attention than she gets at home. It doesn't hurt that she's a pretty cool, outgoing, fun, creative kid too!
Monday, September 04, 2006
A brother can make a girl's day
Life has been busy lately, with a new job, a vacation, a new little sister (with Big Brothers Big Sisters! Calm down!), and I'm sure there's more going on, but updates on all that stuff will come eventually. Just a quick post on one of those little things that happened this weekend that just make my day (or a few days even).
I went back to Madison this weekend to see Matt's football game (against West, LaFollette won 21-0!) but didn't get home in time to see him before the game. I'm not sure if he saw be during the game or not, but he definitely saw me after. I was hanging around by the bus waiting for the guys to come out of the locker room with the parents who brought the post game bag lunch stuff, when these big, gross, sweaty football players started streaming out, swarming the coolers looking for food. I wasn't even really paying attention, when one of them started jogging right towards me. My little (ok, he's pretty big) brother, ran right up to me after the game, passing by all the other guys, the parents, even the food, and gave me a huge hug saying hi and thanking me for coming. At that point, the fact that he was soaked in sweat and smelled horrible didn't matter. The fact that he was my brother did. I don't know if he knows how much it meant to me (I think he does - as much as my being there meant to him), but in that moment, my 16 year old brother made my weekend.
Thank you Matt. I love you brother!
-Sister
I went back to Madison this weekend to see Matt's football game (against West, LaFollette won 21-0!) but didn't get home in time to see him before the game. I'm not sure if he saw be during the game or not, but he definitely saw me after. I was hanging around by the bus waiting for the guys to come out of the locker room with the parents who brought the post game bag lunch stuff, when these big, gross, sweaty football players started streaming out, swarming the coolers looking for food. I wasn't even really paying attention, when one of them started jogging right towards me. My little (ok, he's pretty big) brother, ran right up to me after the game, passing by all the other guys, the parents, even the food, and gave me a huge hug saying hi and thanking me for coming. At that point, the fact that he was soaked in sweat and smelled horrible didn't matter. The fact that he was my brother did. I don't know if he knows how much it meant to me (I think he does - as much as my being there meant to him), but in that moment, my 16 year old brother made my weekend.
Thank you Matt. I love you brother!
-Sister
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