Friday, October 26, 2007
a dream slipping through my fingers
I have always wanted to have someone waiting for me at the airport holding a sign with my name on it. It's a sincere fantasy. I always scan the people at the bottom of the escalator, thinking someone might have my name, or close to it, so I can pretend. I imagine following the sign-holder to my limo and heading into Manhattan.
So here's my big news...
It's going to happen!
Here's the bad news...
I won't be there to see it.
We arrive in Israel on Sunday at 3pm.
We will walk outside to the bus.
My client arrives on Monday at 3am.
HE gets to see the dude holding the "Sara Hogan" sign at the bottom of the escalator.
Here's my dilema -- do I ask the client to take a picture because I want it soooooo bad!?
Thursday, October 25, 2007
fellowship matters
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Lesson Learned
Here's today's lesson.
Before staying late - real late -color coding spreadsheets and binders, ask yourself if your system translates to a color blind client.
And I quote...
Me: "So you can see here with my color key that all the blue sections indicate..."
Client, pointing to purple: "is this blue?"
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
ignorance is bliss
Your Israeli guide and your Israeli bus driver are not welcome in Arab neighborhoods.
That whole Israeli/Arab thing is really a pretty big deal.
When someone says, "only Arabs live there", they aren't being stereotypical or racist. It's fact.
Money changes everything.
Relationship is more important than honesty to many people. Cover your buns.
There are many more Christians than you think living in Israel.
Israelis have the best pronunciation of "Sara" I've heard.
The government needs to know where you'll be always. Saying "in the wilderness" doesn't count.
They don't have cows.
Their sheep have "fat tails."
A six hour time difference is a pretty big deal, unless you have months to plan.
There will be more, I'm sure...
coulda woulda
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Anterior Uveitis
- Metabolic
- Neoplastic
- Immune mediated
- infectious
- traumatic
- miscellaneous
So... basically they just medicate him for all of the above, hope for the best, and see what happens.
Bottom line? We just paid for a diagnosis of "swollen eyelids."
I shoulda been a vet.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
I don't mind telling you
Sometimes I think I don't realize how scared I am about stuff until I stop being scared.
I'm not scared of Israel anymore.
And now I need to go burn a bra or something to make sure I still resemble a feminist in the areas that matter.
55 Days and Counting
"I miss my ankles. Come to think of it, I also miss sleeping on my back, waking up feeling rested, not wetting my pants on a daily basis, toilet paper rolls lasting longer than a day, my cute panties, wearing my own clothes, being able to climb the stairs without needing an oxygen tank on the other end, the security and comfort that comes from knowing that my bra will still fit the next time I put it on, etc."
And all I asked was "so how're you doing?"
Thanks for the daily dose of B.C., Kankles :)
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
And what are you ticked about?
So I'm working with our buddy, Boaz, to arrange for ground transportation, interpretation, and protection in Israel again the end of this month. Boaz just got called up for his reserve. Mandatory month-long leave. He's a civilian! Can you imagine? Can you even imagine?
Sunday, October 7, 2007
the weekend
We were actually early to the wedding. Even with leaving 20 minutes late. That's because I lost the dress I was going to wear. Still MIA. How does that happen?! Sounds like scripted drama to me.
The pews sat five. We were six. Made for great gossiping. We actually drove there like this, too. Girls in one car, boys in another. Even better gossip.
Doug wasn't nervous at all. He said he was only feeling "ecstatic." Blaine was stunning, but I didn't get a good picture.
Just me and the girls :)
Proof that as much as things change, they also stay the same:
Meghan going crazy with the "make 'em kiss bells."
Wassa with "a look."
All in all, way better than a homecoming game! Love you guys.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Quote of the day
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Worth Repeating
I recently started reading Compassion by Nouwen, McNeill and Morrison. I sort of felt like I had no choice. It's one of those things where this book was put in front of me from a number of different directions (Katie's deserted island library was one of them). It demanded a place on my reading list. I don't have any regrets yet. Only one chapter in, I already have something worth sharing.
"When we take a critical look at ourselves, we have to recognize that competition, not compassion, is our main motivation in life. We find ourselves deeply immersed in all sorts of competition. Our whole sense of self is dependent upon the way we compare ourselves with others and upon the differences we can identify. When the question “Who am I?” is put to the powers of this world – school officials, church representatives, placement officers, athletic directors, factory managers, television and radio announcers – the answer is simply, “You are the difference you make.” It is by our differences, distinctions, that we are recognized, honored, rejected, or despised. Whether we are more or less intelligent, practical, strong, fast, handy, or handsome depends upon those with whom we are compared or those with whom we compete. It is upon these positive or negative distinctions that much of our self esteem depends. It does not take much reflection to realize that in all family problems, race conflicts, class confrontations, and national or international disputes, these real or imaginary distinctions play a central role. Indeed, we invest much of our energy in defending the differences between people and groups of people. Thus, we define ourselves in ways that requires us to maintain distance from one another. We are very protective of our “trophies.” After all, who are we if we cannot proudly point to something special that sets us apart from others?
This all-pervasive competition, which reaches into the smallest corners of our relationships, prevents us from entering into full solidarity with each other, and stands in the way of our being compassionate. We prefer to keep compassion on the periphery of our competitive lives. Being compassionate would require giving up dividing lines and relinquishing differences and distinctions. And that would mean losing our identities! This makes it clear why the call to be compassionate is so frightening and evokes such deep resistance.
This fear, which is very real and influences much of our behavior, betrays our deepest illusions: that we can forge our own identities; that we are the trophies and distinctions we have won. This, indeed, is our greatest illusion. It makes us into competitive people who compulsively cling to our differences and defend them at all cost, even to the point of violence."
This really made me stop and think. "You are the difference that you make" always sounded like a good thing to me. To think that attitude has stood in my way of being more like Jesus startles me. There are a number of other thoughts in this book that could keep me chained to my journal for hours. I wish it was a book someone made me read in college. I crave discussion. And I definitely need to have more compassion. That said, I'm only on page 28. So order it today and let's talk amongst ourselves.
I just wish it wasn't called viral
I'm shameless, I know.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
My theory on fall
"I have a theory about that."
Seems like (in Michigan at least), every season takes us by surprise. It gets hot enough for shorts before you get your shorts up from the basement and back in the closet. Spring takes forever to come, but once it does it comes all at once - and then it snows again.
Fall is the only real slow progression into a season. It just keeps getting colder, but slowly. And while you're busy eating a caramel apple. Sort of a blissful distraction of the inevitable. Enjoy it while it lasts!
Monday, October 1, 2007
Rule of threes
Side note: I babysat on Saturday for Addy and Ellie while their mom recovered from birthing their whale of a baby brother. Ellie's word for every dog: Dodger. It kills me!