4 jobs you’ve had in your life:
1) Admin Assistant
2) Flower Arranger (I’m so not artistic either…)
3) Nanny
4) Horseback Riding Instructor
4 movies you would watch over and over:
1) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
2) Dirty Dancing
3) Grease
4) Sweet Home Alabama
4 TV shows you love to watch:
1) Gilmore Girls
2) Extreme Makeover: Home Edition
3) I have no TV service…
4 places you’ve been on vacation:
1) Honolulu, Oahu, Hawaii
2) Vermont in the fall
3) Cabo, Baja Peninsula, Mexico (well, it was a mission trip…)
4) Oradea, Romania & Budapest, Hungary (another mission trip…)
4 websites you visited daily:
1) G-mail
2) Ms. Rich
3) Ms. Rich’s Kinja
4) Relevantmagazine (more on a weekly basis)
4 of your favorite foods:
1) Lasagna
2) Mom’s Potato Salad
3) Enchiladas
4) Steak @ Outback Steakhouse
4 things you would change about your house:
1) More square footage
2) Ability to control heat
3) Drawers for silverware and other kitchen items
4) Having an oven
4 favorite authors:
1) Robin Jones Gunn
2) Nicole Johnson
3) Don Miller
4) Kim Meeder
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Friday, December 16, 2005
Ahhh … Christmas time
I love this season – the joy that is felt in giving gifts, hot drinks sipped with good friends, beautiful decorations and the reminder of the paramount event that took place over 2000 years ago.
I am sitting in my room, snuggled up in my new wool blanket. The sounds of Pac-Man float in from the living room, where my roommate is attempting to beat her own high score on her new acquired Atari game. The smell of evergreen once graced our apartment, but that died out too soon.
My two roommates and I purchased a bushy little Noble tree we named Herbert, only for him to meet his demise a week and a half later. It wasn’t due to a lack of water, as he was replenished whenever he needed it. Rather, he was baked to death. Something was wrong with the furnace downstairs (we have no control over the heat; we get whatever drifts up from downstairs) and it felt like a sauna in our tiny little living quarters for a while there. Thankfully it is now fixed and we are no longer hallucinating of the tropics in the summertime. We are no longer boiling in our sleep, but Herbert didn’t make it.
Nevertheless, we didn’t let that dampen our holiday spirit. There are paper snowflakes hanging from the ceiling mimicking the real ones outside, and stockings hung with cheer. Gingerbread cookies and peppermint chocolates were made and devoured, and Roommate Christmas is happening tonight (dessert at a fun restaurant and gift exchange).
I have only a few more days until I fly home for two weeks as well. I am looking forward to this much-needed trip home. Time spent with family and friends is so precious to me and I plan on savoring every moment. Many more Christmas memories are waiting to be made.
I am sitting in my room, snuggled up in my new wool blanket. The sounds of Pac-Man float in from the living room, where my roommate is attempting to beat her own high score on her new acquired Atari game. The smell of evergreen once graced our apartment, but that died out too soon.
My two roommates and I purchased a bushy little Noble tree we named Herbert, only for him to meet his demise a week and a half later. It wasn’t due to a lack of water, as he was replenished whenever he needed it. Rather, he was baked to death. Something was wrong with the furnace downstairs (we have no control over the heat; we get whatever drifts up from downstairs) and it felt like a sauna in our tiny little living quarters for a while there. Thankfully it is now fixed and we are no longer hallucinating of the tropics in the summertime. We are no longer boiling in our sleep, but Herbert didn’t make it.
Nevertheless, we didn’t let that dampen our holiday spirit. There are paper snowflakes hanging from the ceiling mimicking the real ones outside, and stockings hung with cheer. Gingerbread cookies and peppermint chocolates were made and devoured, and Roommate Christmas is happening tonight (dessert at a fun restaurant and gift exchange).
I have only a few more days until I fly home for two weeks as well. I am looking forward to this much-needed trip home. Time spent with family and friends is so precious to me and I plan on savoring every moment. Many more Christmas memories are waiting to be made.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Rejoice Always
I’ve opted to skip Thanksgiving at home in order to spend two weeks during Christmas, which I am very much looking forward to.
But it was a good Turkey Day, regardless. A few girls from the ranch and I had dinner at the home of a friend of ours, someone who moved to Oregon from Chicago partly because of the ranch. It was a feast, not only for our taste buds and stomachs, but also in relationship. It is so good to cultivate friendships and then come together to celebrate them.
To sit around a beautiful and bountiful table, sipping on wine, sharing of who we are – it feels so good to relax and rejoice in the small things that we have to be thankful for.
Rejoice always, pray consistently, and be thankful in all circumstances.
But it was a good Turkey Day, regardless. A few girls from the ranch and I had dinner at the home of a friend of ours, someone who moved to Oregon from Chicago partly because of the ranch. It was a feast, not only for our taste buds and stomachs, but also in relationship. It is so good to cultivate friendships and then come together to celebrate them.
To sit around a beautiful and bountiful table, sipping on wine, sharing of who we are – it feels so good to relax and rejoice in the small things that we have to be thankful for.
Rejoice always, pray consistently, and be thankful in all circumstances.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Comforts of Home
I feel as though I am finally getting settled into my new home.
My two roommates and I were informed about two months ago that we were getting ‘kicked out’ of our wonderful 3 bedroom, 2 bath home. We had the option of moving upstairs to the tiny 2 shoebox-sized-bedroom, even tinier 1 bathroom apartment, though. We searched (in vain) for something that would actually have enough square-footage to house three of us, without living right on top of each other. But in the end, without any other options in sight, we boxed up everything only to move them 8 feet up. (Regardless of how far you move all of our belongings, it is still a pain.)
Of all the places that I have lived, I think this one has the most ‘quirky charm.’ But I guess we all go through those times in our lives that we will later look back on and just laugh at our living situations.
Our dining room is converted into a third bedroom, so at least we all have our own space. Although, space might be a generous term. My bedroom furniture is literally a puzzle that only has one solution. I tried a couple different options, but nothing else would work (unless I wanted to crawl over my bed to get to my closet, or not be able to shut my door, or have to maneuver a couple different items to open my dresser drawers).
We have no oven, but we have purchased a toaster oven, which isn’t quite the same thing, but will provide us with the necessary brownies. I had to buy a small bookshelf to put our microwave on, the kitchen counter wasn’t big enough. And the silverware is sitting out next to it, there isn’t a drawer for it. Our ‘pantry’ is just wasted space behind the fridge, where the ceiling is pitched enough that nothing else would fit back there. (Every time someone goes to get something to eat, it looks like they got lost behind the fridge.)
Heat will drift up from our old residence below at random times. Half the time our house is chilly, the other half boiling hot. We have no control over it; we just get whatever our downstairs neighbors feel like giving us. They also give us the stomach-turning fragrance of incense, which I have a feeling is just a cover up for another smell.
But all in all, it is still our home and we are making it as such.
My two roommates and I were informed about two months ago that we were getting ‘kicked out’ of our wonderful 3 bedroom, 2 bath home. We had the option of moving upstairs to the tiny 2 shoebox-sized-bedroom, even tinier 1 bathroom apartment, though. We searched (in vain) for something that would actually have enough square-footage to house three of us, without living right on top of each other. But in the end, without any other options in sight, we boxed up everything only to move them 8 feet up. (Regardless of how far you move all of our belongings, it is still a pain.)
Of all the places that I have lived, I think this one has the most ‘quirky charm.’ But I guess we all go through those times in our lives that we will later look back on and just laugh at our living situations.
Our dining room is converted into a third bedroom, so at least we all have our own space. Although, space might be a generous term. My bedroom furniture is literally a puzzle that only has one solution. I tried a couple different options, but nothing else would work (unless I wanted to crawl over my bed to get to my closet, or not be able to shut my door, or have to maneuver a couple different items to open my dresser drawers).
We have no oven, but we have purchased a toaster oven, which isn’t quite the same thing, but will provide us with the necessary brownies. I had to buy a small bookshelf to put our microwave on, the kitchen counter wasn’t big enough. And the silverware is sitting out next to it, there isn’t a drawer for it. Our ‘pantry’ is just wasted space behind the fridge, where the ceiling is pitched enough that nothing else would fit back there. (Every time someone goes to get something to eat, it looks like they got lost behind the fridge.)
Heat will drift up from our old residence below at random times. Half the time our house is chilly, the other half boiling hot. We have no control over it; we just get whatever our downstairs neighbors feel like giving us. They also give us the stomach-turning fragrance of incense, which I have a feeling is just a cover up for another smell.
But all in all, it is still our home and we are making it as such.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Summer Fun with our crazy staff...
Here is most of our staff, a bunch of crazy girls. The following are just some of the adventures that we have had this summer...
Oregon Coast
Did I learn to surf while in Hawaii last year? No, I had to be a tough chick and learn in the frigid Oregon Coast waters. Thankfully we had wetsuits! And other than getting konked in the head pretty good with my board, it wasn't half bad!
Changes around every bend...
Just when I feel like things are falling into a bit of a rut, God likes to stir the pot a bit (alright, a whole lot).
A roommate moved out; a new roommate moved here from Arizona; we have to move; a job change (a good thing) is coming; housesitting jobs seem to be coming out of my ears (which is good for the bank account, just makes you feel like a gypsy); my roommates celebrated not only my B-day, but Birthday Week; guys are dumb (well, one in particular); etc., etc., etc.
In the midst of it all, I'm taking a break up north for a few days and I am so looking forward to spending some relaxed time with some dear friends. Without this break, I think my poor little head might explode.
God, thanks for never giving me more than I can bear with your help!
A roommate moved out; a new roommate moved here from Arizona; we have to move; a job change (a good thing) is coming; housesitting jobs seem to be coming out of my ears (which is good for the bank account, just makes you feel like a gypsy); my roommates celebrated not only my B-day, but Birthday Week; guys are dumb (well, one in particular); etc., etc., etc.
In the midst of it all, I'm taking a break up north for a few days and I am so looking forward to spending some relaxed time with some dear friends. Without this break, I think my poor little head might explode.
God, thanks for never giving me more than I can bear with your help!
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