One year . . .

So I have read people's blogs and seen their truibute once they had been blogging for one year. I loved the idea of having a "happy birthday blog." I was going to do some fun and exciting contest or something but guess what? I missed my one year birthday! It was November 14th! At least I caught it before the month was over! So happy birthday to me!

Its a hot air balloon!

Tribute to my Neighbors

My neighbors that moved in two summers ago just moved out. Hallelujah!! Its one of those situations where I don't really know who exactly lived there as there were people in and out of there all the time. And I didn't really see any of them, just heard them.

But there is this one guy who I had several odd encounters with. Not that he is odd, but I believe I may be odd.

The First One

I had been trying for about ten minutes to open this jar of minced garlic and for the life of me could not. I had whacked the lid with a butter knife, twisted it with ALL my might, used a towel to grip the lid and some other interesting techniques that I would not like to share here. After staring at the jar and trying to will it open with my eyes I decided I needed some help. Now I really did not want to be one of those neighbors that asks you to open jars or if you have sugar to borrow. But I had no choice. I timidly walked across the hall and knocked on the door.
Neighbor boy answers with blank stare.

"I am sorry to bother you but I can not open this jar for the life of me. Would you mind?" offers boy the jar.
Boy looks down at the jar then looks up at odd neighbor (me) takes jar and opens it with no problem. Hands jar back to odd neighbor girl.
"Thank you!" (Me) odd neighbor girl takes the jar and runs back across the hallway to her apartment.

The Second Encounter

After a great snow storm I realized I needed to get something out of my car. I open the door and neighbor boy is standing in the hallway looking down the stairwell at all the snow that had piled up down there. I step into the hallway and look down the stairwell as well.
Neighbor boy looks at me "Do you like all this snow?"
I look back at him, at the snow and at me feet and say "I think I need bigger boots" and turn around briskly, walk back into my apartment and close the door before anything else can be said.

The Third Encounter

One lovely Saturday I was doing laundry in the apartment laundry mat. The two washers and two dryers were surprisingly free (maybe because it was a lovely Saturday.) I had gone to take my two loads out of the dryer and put one load into the dryer. As I was doing so, neighbor boy comes to put his one load of wash into the dryer. I tell him that there will be one free dryer after I get my stuff out. So he is just standing there waiting for me to get all my stuff out and switch one load. I felt the pressure of silence and preceded to make small talk.
"Nice day hun?"
"Yeah."
I think he's still a little weirded out by me.
"I really like this sun a lot more than the rain. Are you from here and used to the rain?"
"I grew up here but just moved back and I don't really mind the rain.""It's funny how the clothes expand and get all fluffy after being in the dryer. And then they don't fit in the basket. "
Neighbor boy just looks at me and kind of nods.
"Oh opps" I say as I drop a bra on the floor and think about how awkward this encounter is.
As I start the dryer, grab my clothes and turn to leave I wish him "happy laundering!"


One last (of many) interesting encounters

One Sunday afternoon after taking a blessed nap I hear this knock on my door. I answer it and its neighbor boy. He is holding a cell phone. He lifts the phone slightly as to draw attention to it and asks if it is my phone. I look at him and at the phone and then behind me and then back at the phone and say "Yes."
He offers up the phone while I stare blankly at him, due to the fact that I had not even known the phone was missing.
"Oh, um . . . Where did you find it?"
"Just at the bottom of the stairwell." He points.
"Oh, well thank you." I say as I take the phone that he is now eagerly offering up to me.
As the phone passes hands it starts to ring and I am startled by it at jump slightly. I thank him again and close the door.

The call was from my mother asking if I had received my phone. So here is the back story:

Apparently neighbor boy had found my phone. Being the good citizen that we all now know he is he wanted to return it to its rightful owner. He browses through the numbers and runs across ICE (in case of emergency). And loosing your cell phone is defiantly an emergency! So he calls my mother; ICE. My mother had been enjoying a Sunday afternoon watching a program about young women being abducted from Washington when she receives a call that went something like this:
"I found this phone"
"What?" My mom is probably thinking that the voice on the other end doesn't sound like her daughter, but it's her number that showed up on the caller ID.
"I'm looking for the owner of this phone."
"Who is this? Is this Josh?" (a dear friend of mine) "Is this a joke?"
"Um . . No I just found this phone and don't know who it belongs to."
"Is this a joke, it's not funny."
"No, I just . . . Do you know someone who lives in (here is where he says my apartment name)?"
My mom who is slightly freaking out by this time say "Who is this? Are you a stalker?"
"No, I'm ____" My mom didn't quite catch his name.
So my mom reluctantly tells him I do live in those apartments and which number.
Neighbor responds joyfully "Oh, that's the apartment across from mine." I think he was joyful that he could now be done with the conversation with my mom.
So my mom had called to check that I was okay and had received my phone.


And those are my interesting encounters with my neighbor. So after these encounters I didn't really see him anymore. I think he was so freaked out that he avoided me like the black plague. But I did hear many other "neighbors" coming in and out of the apartment, moving gladiture, playing satanic music and other things. I'm just gald that there will be no more of that stuff and no more encounters.

Panhandlers

There is a lot of political, emotional, satirically and other things that I could write below a title like 'panhandlers.' But all I have to say is this;

Today as I was waiting on the onramp I noticed one woman on the side holding a sign saying "Native American. Homeless and hungry. Please help."
On the exacte opposite side of the onramp was a man holding a sign that said; "Mexican. Homeless. Hungry. Gracias Amigos."

Here is my question; why excatly does it matter their nationality?

New Job

After many hours of searching and sweat and tears . . . I have a job! I'm actually totally kidding. I put in one application and had two interviews, but there was some anxiety. Anyways, I will be working at the Old Spaghetti Factory. I am so excited! I have always wanted to waitress. Seriously! And if you post, don't tell me how difficult waitressing is. I'm really excited about it and many people have told me it's difficult, customers suck and so on. But I am excited and I think it will be great! They are very flexible with my school schedule, offer some benefits and I'll get tips! I start training this week, so keep me in your prayers. And come visit me and I'll serve you some delicious food, with a smile!

Alright!

Ok, Ok I've been tagged. But this is starting to be, like the trendy thing to do . . .

A book that changed my life besides the Bible:
The Dream Giver by Bruce Wilkinson

A book I've read more than once:
The Dream Giver
Cyrano De Bergerac by Edmond Rostand (A play)
And there have been other books that I have accidentally read twice!

A book I would take with me if I were stuck on a desert island:
The Bible
The Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook

A book that made me laugh:
It was on Fire When I Lay Down on It by Robert Fulhum

A book that I wish had been written:
I don't know. It probably has been written.

A book that I wish had never been written:
That's not really a fair question.

A book I've been meaning to read:
The Ragamuffin Gospel by Brennan Manning
The Four Loves by C.S. Lewis
The Red Tent by Anita Diamant (again)
I actually have a whole book shelf full of them.

I'm currently reading:
Family Therapy: A Systemic Integration by Dorothy Stroh Becvar and Raphel Becvar
The Practice Of Family Therapy by Suzanne Hanna and Joseph Brown
The Family; A Christian Perspective on the contemporary Home by Jack and Judith Balswick
The Developing Mind by Daniel Siegel
Exclusion and Embrace by Miroslav Volf
Genograms
Tired of Trying to Measure Up by Jeff VanVonderen
Facing Shame by Merle Fossum and Marilyn Mason
Life of the Beloved by Henri Nouwen
A Testament of Devotion by Thomas Kelly
Tales of a magic Monastery by Theophane the Monk
The Cloister Walk by Kathleen Norris
The Skilled Helper by Gerard Egan
Becoming A Helper by Marianne and Gerald Corey
Praying Like Jesus byJames Mulholland
Spiritual Resources in Family Therapy by Froma Walsh
Integrating Religion and Spirituality into Counseling by Marsha Wiggins Frame
Psychology, Theology and Spirituality in Christian Counseling by Mark McMinn

Yes these are ALL for Grad school, you people expect me to have time to read outside of school books?


Now it's your turn!
Tabitha Gentry - although I saw she had been tagged already by James
Josh Akers - but he doesn't have a blog. Maybe he should!?!
Rebecca Marie
And you know since this has become the popular thing to do, I'm not sure if there are other names that I have not seen yet. At least we will all have a list of books to read!

Workin' out

So since I have more time on my hands (or at least I am more able to choose how I spent my time, until I find a job at least) I have decided to start working out again. I mean I have this gym membership and I might as well use it. So yesterday I set out for the gym, expecting to pick back up where I had left off. Well! That was not the case. It was more painful and difficult than I ever remember it being. I thought I was going to die! Not even kidding. And I took it easy this first time. But this will be good for me. By working out I hope to lose some weight, be more able to take care of others because I am taking care of myself and eventually use less lotion. And for you my friends there may be some interesting stories and pictures in this deal for you!

I even got a class schedule! It’s on my refrigerator being held up by the Pizza Hut delivery magnet.

I survived!

I survived my first week of grad school. I have completed day 1 and 2 of graduated school. Monday morning I woke and drove and attended Principles and Techniques I. The class seems promising and informative. Enjoy the professor and look forward to what the semester will hold. Thursday I woke and drove and attended spiritual and Clinical Praxis I. This class leaves me with some mixed feelings and thoughts. While a great class, it is all overwhelming. Within the first five minutes the professor started lecturing. I felt somewhat lost and there was no foundation (in my opinion) for the lecture. I didn't see the big picture about how it was connecting to everything. So that was 9am to 12pm. Then I had an hour break and attended Human Growth and Development. I am very excited about this class and think I will enjoy it. That class ended at 4pm and then I had a two hour break, and went back for more. This class was with the same professor who taught my morning class, so I was a little worried. But I had done all 200 pages of reading that was required for the first day, so I should have been in good hands. This class titled Intro to Marriage and Family Therapy went pretty well. So at 9pm I drive home very tired and having a very full and mushy brain with words like systemic and integration floating around in it. Anyways just wanted to share my first week. I am excited about all this semester and journey holds, but a little nervous too. I'll keep you posted along the way.

In other news I am looking for a job. And a new appartment. Lots of change. And I hope to be more regular with my blog as I will be settled in Portland for some time. Josh and I had a great time visiting his parents two weeks ago. While there we got to celebrate their anniversary with them, see his brother and sister-in-law, attend a wedding of two of Josh's youth group friends (although they are not youth anymore) and get some rest and relaxation.

It has happened . . . .

. . . . . . . I have had to add word verification to my settings. Due to two comments on my last blog I decided it would be a good idea to add this little tool. I am anti word verification because of the tough time I have with it. Sometimes it takes me three times before I get the "word" correct. But I gotta admit that blogspot's verification is much easier than ticketmaster's. So, if you too hate word verification, I am sorry, but the time has come and it is necessary.

The last month has been a whirlwind

and has flown by. It seems like between work, church and fun I have had littel down time to even think. Last week was my last at work. It is difficult to express all the feelings I have about that. Some are of joy, some sadness. It is good to be done, yet part of me wishes I was still there. I really just need time to process and pray about all that has happened concerning work the last year.

Josh and I left for California on Saturday and are now here! I have looked forward to this vacation for so long and its finanally here! We had a nice drive down and visited several friends on the way. We have lots more fun things planned and I will post about them after the trip!

Just wanted to give a little update to let everyone know I am well and alive. Hope you are too!

Mini Vacation

I've been a little disconnected from the blog world lately. And I really have missed it. Josh and I went to Washington for his brothers wedding. We were able to spend six days with his family, hanging out . . .

Getting dressed up . . . . . . .

Watching beautiful sunsets . . . . . . . . . . .

viewing and hiking great mountains (this is Mt Rainer, we didn't hike this mountain but we did another one) . . .

And seeing spectacular fireworks! It was a great trip!

Letting Go

So now that I am leaving my job in 5 weeks or 20 days (oh my gosh it is happening soon!) I am dealing with the art of saying goodbye and letting go. We all deal with this at different times in our lives. Letting go of relationships, be it a romantic relationship, a friendship, loss of a family member, is tough. I am struggling to let go of the children and families I work with. I thoroughly have enjoyed working with, helping and getting to know these people. I have been in their homes at least once a month, listening, guiding and supporting. I myself have been encouraged and uplifted by working with these families. Now it is time to say goodbye. I know this will be good, grad school is a good idea, but it doesn't make it any easier.


On a lighter note Josh took me out to the Portland City Grill on my birthday! It was great! Very yummy food and a beautiful view.

Where does all the time go?

I never talk about what I'm up to. Only thoughts that I have and revelations. So here is some stuff.

• I will be attending Grad School in the fall. This is a big long story that I may talk about at some time, I don't know. Here's the nut shell. I went through the application process with Abliene Christian University like at the beginning of the year. I was accepted and that was cool. For about one month I agonized over whether I should go. Abliene is in Texas and that is very far away. God wasn't calling me to stay or go. I just kept hearing, "This is your decision to make and I will bless you wherever you go." I had to tell Abliene quickly because they only accept so many students and if I were to decline then they would offer the spot to someone else, I declined. Then I went through the application process with George Fox University here in Portland (well Tigard area). And I was accepted! So long story short (don't you hate it when people say that?) I will be studying Marriage and Family Therapy at George Fox starting in August.
• My birthday is coming up! It's my golden (or silver?) birthday! Twenty-four on the 24th!
• Last weekend Josh and I went to the Giants/Mariners game in Seattle. That was fun. I didn't know who to root for because they both were/are my home teams. (and you know you are supposed to "root,root,root for the home team . . ")
• I'm tired of my job. Sometimes it is very frustrating, but I only have about 5 more weeks. (More thoughts to come on this later.)
• Josh's brother is getting married the first week in July. I am agonizing over what to wear! I will meet a lot of his family and I don't have anything nice to wear! I think I need to go shopping.

Well, that's it for now. I may add thoughts about some of these things later!

Busy Fun

Lately I have been able to do many fun things and go to some shows. Here's what I've been up to. Over Memorial Day Weekend I took a little getaway. I met my lovely mother in Ashland for the weekend. We had a great time. Did a little shopping and saw two shows. The first was at the Oregon Cabaret , called Tick, tick . . . BOOM! This was an autobiographical musical by Jonathan Larson. For thoes of you who don't know this is the guy that wrote Rent. We first had dinner at the Cabaret which was yummy. The show was good (but of course it was no Rent.) Then at intermission the waiter brought us dessert which was double yummy!


The next day we saw Shakespears The Winters Tale. This was very good . . . I loved it! It was a great weekend, full of fun times with my mom.







Last weekend Josh and I went to see Cirque Du Soleil's Varaki. This was very cool. I had wanted to go when it was in Portland, as am not sure why I didn't. But then Josh bought me tickets to the show in Seattle as an early birthday present (what a great boyfriend!) The show was great!

Here comes the sun . . . . . not!

I miss the sun. In Portland we have not had sun for some time. Several weeks ago we got a taste of summer and of sun. But it was just a great big tease! Everything is better when the sun is out. I feel better. Food tastes better. Life is brighter. I look better. Am healthier. Words sound more beautiful. Birds chirp. Grasshoppers hop. Children laugh. Life is beautiful. WHERE IS THE SUN!?!?!

Turtles

It is World Turtle Day ! I heard this on the radio on the way to work. I like turtles so I thought I would celebrate this day! The website above tells me that I can honor turtles by protecting and advocating for them. If I see a turtle crossing the road I should brake for it (I have never seen a turtle crossing the road in Oregon, or anywhere for that matter.) And I can help by keeping the beaches clean!

Some random turtle facts:

There are about 270 species of turtles, tortoises, and terrapins worldwide.

The Galapagos tortoise is the largest living species, weighing in some cases, over 570 pounds.


The oldest known tortoise may have been a radiated tortoise from Madagascar (Astrochelys radiata), which died in 1965. She was at least 188 years old, having been given to the Tonga royal family, by Captain Cook in 1773 or 1777.

Some female turtles produce eggs four years after mating.


Many snapping turtles have been known for biting for no reason at all and not letting go. (ouch!)

Happy World Turtle Day everyone!!!

Random Thoughts and Happenings

Ok, so a pet peeve of mine is when professionals talk to you. Let me clarify. I don't like it when my dentist or doctor or eye brow lady talk to me. When I go to see one of these people I don't want a play by play. Just do what you gotta do. There are some graphic examples of this but I'll give you the not so graphic one. The other day I go to have my eyebrows waxed. Call me, sadistic, but I really enjoy having my eyebrows waxed. But not the other day! The lady talked to me the WHOLE time. "Opps, I missed two little one, have to go back and tweeze." "Ummmm, and I should get that hair . . . . must shape them nice and even . . . . . . . . now a little cooling cream for your brows" STOP TALKING!! Please just wax my brows!!


I've been eating healthier lately. This is a good thing. It's been a strange experience though. I feel very trendy (as many Portlanders are vegetanians or vegans and know exactly what is in everything you are eating.) I even went to Wild Oats the other day. For those of you that don't know what this place is they sell all natural food or what "they" affectionately call organic. (See definition 3b.)


The other day I was driving to work and at the stop light next to be was a car full of teenage boys, but in the back passenger seat was a dummy. A red sweatshirted man made dummy, with garden gloves duct taped on as hands and duct tape for two eyes and a mouth. Very interesting.

Inventions

Ok, so I've been thinking about this invention stuff. While cleaning this weekend I thought of something that would be very useful. I would like to invent a small vacuum that connects to your broom or better yet your dust-pan! You know how you have to scoot you dust-pan back like 5 times just to get all the dirt in it? Well I think it is annoying and want a little vacuum to suck all the dirt up. Maybe it could be a whole other tool. The kitchen floor vacuum!

Random Thursday

I've been thinking a lot about the randomness in this world. All of the random ideas and thoughts. Recently I have watched several episodes of American Inventor It really is an interesting and random show. The things that people think up! Here are some random inventions

The Twirling Spaghetti Fork

Noodle Fan

Umbrella Rain Tube

Plunger Hat

Water Cooler Clock

I got tell you that I think the Plunger Hat is awesome! It stops your head from bobbing around when you fall asleep.

Oops!!

So on Saturday I went to graduation. It started raining and the reception had to be inside. After making the rounds Josh and I decided to take off. We wanted to make a quick escape so that we didn't get too wet,so we ducked out the back door. About halfway down the wet, slick metal stairs my feet started to come out from under me. I slipped down two steps and then slid with my arms at my side and finally stopped hitting my back pretty hard on a step toward the bottom, all the while screaming "the scream of death." Josh quickly came to me to see if I was okay and tears instantly came streaming down as I told that I had hurt myself. As I inspected the battle wounds I began to cry harder. People had heard the "scream of death" and began to look down the stairs to see what had happened. Shortly after the fall (but still on the stairs, crying, in the rain) an old professor came down the stairs telling us to be careful and that the stairs

were slippery and we should hold on to the railing. Well, thanks for that!

Could they go all the way?

Yeah Kings! Keep up the good work!