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Monday, December 31, 2007
I Am
I haven't heard Nicole Nordeman sing her own song, but a lady sang "I Am" at church yesterday. I loved the lyrics and want to remember them, to pray them. So I'll put them here.
Pencil marks on a wall, I wasn’t always this tall
You scattered some monsters from beneath my bed.
You watched my team win, and watched my team lose
Watched when my bycicle went down again.
When I was weak, unable to speak,
still I could call you by name
And I said Elbow Healer, Super Hero, come if you can.
You said, I am.
Only sixteen, life is so mean
What kind of curfew is at 10 pm?
You saw my mistakes and watched my heart break
Heard when I swore I’d never love again
When I was weak, unable to speak,
still I could call you by name
And I said Heartache Healer, Secret keeper, be my best Friend
You said, I am.
You saw me wear white by pale candle light
I said ‘forever’ to what lies ahead
Two kids and a dream, with kids that can scream
Too much it might seem when it is at 2 am.
When I am weak, unable to speak
still I will call you by name
Oh, Shepherd, Savior, Pasture Maker, Hold on to my hand.
You say, I am.
The winds of change and circumstance
Blow in and all around us
So we find a foothold that’s familiar.
And bless the moments that we feel you nearer.
When life had begun, I was woven and spun
You let the angels dance around the throne.
Who can say when, but they’ll dance again
When I am free and finally headed home
I will be weak, unable to speak
Still I will call you by name
Creator, Maker, Life Sustainer
Comforter, Healer, My Redeemer
Lord and King, Beginning and End
I am. I am.
Pencil marks on a wall, I wasn’t always this tall
You scattered some monsters from beneath my bed.
You watched my team win, and watched my team lose
Watched when my bycicle went down again.
When I was weak, unable to speak,
still I could call you by name
And I said Elbow Healer, Super Hero, come if you can.
You said, I am.
Only sixteen, life is so mean
What kind of curfew is at 10 pm?
You saw my mistakes and watched my heart break
Heard when I swore I’d never love again
When I was weak, unable to speak,
still I could call you by name
And I said Heartache Healer, Secret keeper, be my best Friend
You said, I am.
You saw me wear white by pale candle light
I said ‘forever’ to what lies ahead
Two kids and a dream, with kids that can scream
Too much it might seem when it is at 2 am.
When I am weak, unable to speak
still I will call you by name
Oh, Shepherd, Savior, Pasture Maker, Hold on to my hand.
You say, I am.
The winds of change and circumstance
Blow in and all around us
So we find a foothold that’s familiar.
And bless the moments that we feel you nearer.
When life had begun, I was woven and spun
You let the angels dance around the throne.
Who can say when, but they’ll dance again
When I am free and finally headed home
I will be weak, unable to speak
Still I will call you by name
Creator, Maker, Life Sustainer
Comforter, Healer, My Redeemer
Lord and King, Beginning and End
I am. I am.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Don't mention this post to Keith... ever.
Saturday morning, I took a long hot shower. It was great. Except the tub wouldn't drain. I blamed it on the fact that Keith bathed Dodger Friday night.
Keith was on a shoot, so I plunged and plunged and plunged.
Keith came home and plunged.
And then he dumped a gallon of turbo Drano down the drain.
Then we left for a party, both a little agitated by the thought of coming home to six inches of standing, dirty, drano water in the tub.
On the way home, we bought a snake.
Keith spent 30 minutes and got no more than 8 inches down the drain.
He examined the options - could we open pipes in the basement and remove the blockage?
At this point, it's important to point out that 15 hours later, the water hasn't drained AT ALL except when we plunged. This is more than a hair issue, I think...
Back to the pipes - they're glued closed. Crazy. (And stupid)
We went to bed, really agitated by the standing water.
And dirty.
And resenting the whole homeownership thing as we spent all last weekend fixing the washing machine.
So we woke up, went to church, and showered and Keith's parents' house (GREAT day with Lane, by the way - pictures to follow).
On our way home, Keith called my dad for advice. They started plotting how to saw the pipe downstairs, rebuild the plumbing, "so that it's right."
But we have kind of a busy week, so Keith vowed to give the snake one more shot and then just call a plumber.
So while I was rocking out to Guitar Hero III (I might be addicted), Keith worked the snake again. "I'm prepared to be disappointed," he said going in, with a resigned expression.
He came out ten minutes later.
So??
"We won't speak of this to anyone. Ever."
What?
"The plug was pulled. I flipped the switch and the tub drained like a champ!"
At least it wasn't the plumber who told us....
Keith was on a shoot, so I plunged and plunged and plunged.
Keith came home and plunged.
And then he dumped a gallon of turbo Drano down the drain.
Then we left for a party, both a little agitated by the thought of coming home to six inches of standing, dirty, drano water in the tub.
On the way home, we bought a snake.
Keith spent 30 minutes and got no more than 8 inches down the drain.
He examined the options - could we open pipes in the basement and remove the blockage?
At this point, it's important to point out that 15 hours later, the water hasn't drained AT ALL except when we plunged. This is more than a hair issue, I think...
Back to the pipes - they're glued closed. Crazy. (And stupid)
We went to bed, really agitated by the standing water.
And dirty.
And resenting the whole homeownership thing as we spent all last weekend fixing the washing machine.
So we woke up, went to church, and showered and Keith's parents' house (GREAT day with Lane, by the way - pictures to follow).
On our way home, Keith called my dad for advice. They started plotting how to saw the pipe downstairs, rebuild the plumbing, "so that it's right."
But we have kind of a busy week, so Keith vowed to give the snake one more shot and then just call a plumber.
So while I was rocking out to Guitar Hero III (I might be addicted), Keith worked the snake again. "I'm prepared to be disappointed," he said going in, with a resigned expression.
He came out ten minutes later.
So??
"We won't speak of this to anyone. Ever."
What?
"The plug was pulled. I flipped the switch and the tub drained like a champ!"
At least it wasn't the plumber who told us....
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Is it true??
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
creepy
In my eternal quest for internet comprehension, I installed a stat counter on my blog.
I might uninstall it.
It creeps me out a little. And makes me insecure.
Because really I just write fun little things that I used to e-mail to Meghan, so usually I just write like I'm writing to her because well, she makes up 25% of my readership. Or so I thought.
I forget that the whole world can see my blog.
And when I remember, I manage convince myself that no one would ever look for me.
I didn't guess that someone from Texas would find me by googling "papa johns ssn"
Why would anyone ever google that and then read this entry?
It's weird.
But then again, I kind of like it.
And let's be honest - that's the creepiest thing yet.
I might uninstall it.
It creeps me out a little. And makes me insecure.
Because really I just write fun little things that I used to e-mail to Meghan, so usually I just write like I'm writing to her because well, she makes up 25% of my readership. Or so I thought.
I forget that the whole world can see my blog.
And when I remember, I manage convince myself that no one would ever look for me.
I didn't guess that someone from Texas would find me by googling "papa johns ssn"
Why would anyone ever google that and then read this entry?
It's weird.
But then again, I kind of like it.
And let's be honest - that's the creepiest thing yet.
Monday, December 10, 2007
I live in Maybury
Last week, Holland hosted the annual parade of lights.
I missed it because I got stood up. That was okay with me - it was 20 degrees that night, without the wind chill.
But when I heard the Sinter Klaas parade was happening on Friday night, I thought - yes! A rerun!
I invited my parents to join Keith and me.
We bundled up in many layers.
We trekked downtown.
We found a parking spot.
We stood on the street.
The parade started right at 7pm.
It ended at 7:05pm.
The parade consisted of three singing groups and Santa. Old school Santa. On a horse.
Read about it and see pictures here.
It's a big time Dutch tradition. Who knew? I just thought it was a big Christmas parade.
The great part is, I recognized 4 people in a 5 minute parade.
Needless to say, my parents think I'm terribly popular.
Note to self - next year, catch the parade of lights instead.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
I thought they were FRUIT of the loom
There's been a lot of Fruit Guys commercials lately.
Every time we see one, Keith and I get flustered by the brownish guy.
I mean - why are they the fruit guys, and there's TWO sets of grapes, and one... fig? Artichoke?
Well, I just have to say thank goodness for the internet.
He's a leaf?!
Get out.
I hate these commercials because they involve grown men dressed as fruit. And not just fruit - redundant fruit. Two grapes?!
But I hate them even more because they remind me of the worst Halloween costume ever.
cue flashback...
My friend Alissa was beautiful. She had long hair and freckles. She lived in a yuppy neighborhood that handed out real sized candy bars on Halloween. We went trick or treating there. She had the sweetest Pippi Longstocking get-up you can imagine. And it was all home made - she had pipe in her pigtail braids. It was hot. Everyone oohed and ahhed all over her that year.
And I just got a patronizing "And what are you?!"
Ooh, that would piss me off. I mean come ON! Was I NOT carrying a microphone? Puh-leez. And my face was painted purple.
Clearly I was a California Raisin.
Nevermind that my head... um... covering... was a cluster of grapes.
I don't really know why my mom let me wear a grape mask when I was trying to be a raisin, but in my 7 year old mind, it was clear as a bell.
It was the last year I ever went trick or treating.
And after all this, I'm feeling a bit convicted about talking so much smack about the leaf guy. I'm sure it all makes sense in the depths of a marketing plan somewhere. And the fact that the rest of us just don't understand makes me want to reach out and hug the ugly little leaf guy and offer him a Hershey bar.
Full size, of course.
Every time we see one, Keith and I get flustered by the brownish guy.
I mean - why are they the fruit guys, and there's TWO sets of grapes, and one... fig? Artichoke?
Well, I just have to say thank goodness for the internet.
He's a leaf?!
Get out.
I hate these commercials because they involve grown men dressed as fruit. And not just fruit - redundant fruit. Two grapes?!
But I hate them even more because they remind me of the worst Halloween costume ever.
cue flashback...
My friend Alissa was beautiful. She had long hair and freckles. She lived in a yuppy neighborhood that handed out real sized candy bars on Halloween. We went trick or treating there. She had the sweetest Pippi Longstocking get-up you can imagine. And it was all home made - she had pipe in her pigtail braids. It was hot. Everyone oohed and ahhed all over her that year.
And I just got a patronizing "And what are you?!"
Ooh, that would piss me off. I mean come ON! Was I NOT carrying a microphone? Puh-leez. And my face was painted purple.
Clearly I was a California Raisin.
Nevermind that my head... um... covering... was a cluster of grapes.
I don't really know why my mom let me wear a grape mask when I was trying to be a raisin, but in my 7 year old mind, it was clear as a bell.
It was the last year I ever went trick or treating.
And after all this, I'm feeling a bit convicted about talking so much smack about the leaf guy. I'm sure it all makes sense in the depths of a marketing plan somewhere. And the fact that the rest of us just don't understand makes me want to reach out and hug the ugly little leaf guy and offer him a Hershey bar.
Full size, of course.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
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