Wednesday, December 31, 2008
The biggest challenge was that my Hero lost his job. Even in that, though, God has been good and provided for us for the past two months.
In a little more than an hour, a brand new year begins. I have some goals. I really have to get my weight under control this coming year and move toward long-term health. Now that my degree is finished, I have time to write. I need to finish the book about my Mom first. It's all there in my head. I need to get it on paper.
Other than that I just need to keep working towards loving my Savior more, being a better wife and mother and enjoying every moment being a Nana.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
So, I entered a "career path." I say that sarcastically, but it really was good for me. At 19, I moved 300 miles away from home and took a job as a paste-up artist at a company that produced school curriculum. I learned a lot on that job. Eventually, with on-the-job training, I became a typesetter and that skill still comes in very handy today.
I also met my Hero because of that job. I looked for and found a church home and there he was. We started dating 8 months later and married 10 months after that. So then I was not only on a career path, I was working on my PHT (putting hubby through). He was in Bible college at the time and we chose to make his training a priority with the idea that I would go back to school after he was finished.
And I did. Well, sort of. When we had been married for 6 years, I went back to school. This time I went to community college and I was a math major. I did great. I made good grades and I enjoyed my classes. However, one day, sitting in Calculus class, it occurred to me that while I was good at math, I did not want to spend the rest of my life in a career that required derivatives.
So after three semesters, I concentrated on family and career again for a while. Then, when my Hero actually began to pastor, I quit the workforce to become a full-time wife and mother. (For anyone who thinks that full-time homemaker is a leisurly job, think again. I was busier than ever.) I homeschooled as many as nine kids over a period of 16 years. I played church secretary in between teaching science and grading compositions. I loved every minute of it.
Then the inevitable happened and my kids grew up. I had time on my hands and in the spring of 2005, I went back to school to get my degree. This time I was an English major. I have stories to tell and I wanted to learn to be a better storyteller. I went to the local community college for 3 semesters and earned my Associates of Arts in English. In the fall of 2006, I transferred to the University of Illinois Springfield where I could finish my BA completely online.
The very first semester, I was sicker than I ever remember being. I almost died. Really. I wound up spending the entire month of December in the hospital at the University of Iowa and had surgery twice. As bad as that was, I was bound and determined not to let it interfere with school. (Looking back now, I must've been crazy but I perservered.)
In the spring of 2007, I took a full load again even though I was still recovering, was house bound, and had a visiting nurse every day to tend to me. In April, I went back into the hospital for another surgery and had a heart attack. Now, at this point a sensible person would have probably decided to take a break. If you've read my blog at all, you are probably aware that I am not necessarily a sensible person. I kept going.
I even made decent grades. Today, I finished my last class for my BA in English. If my grades for this semester hold up, I should graduate with honors and maybe even high honors. It's an accomplishment that has been 30 years in the making and I am so glad to be done.
Oh, the "I think" in the title: I'm never sure until I see my final grades. I'm funny like that.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
What Your Thanksgiving Meal Says About You
When it comes to the holidays, you follow and love the big traditions. You look forward to them every year.
You see the holidays as a time to be close to loved ones. It's a good time to reconnect and make memories.
You like the aspects of the holiday that remind you of your childhood - opening presents, treats, and old favorite foods.
During the holidays, you are likely to feel comforted. At your worst, you feel a bit over-indulgent.
You consider yourself to be a bit of a purist, and you're proud of it.
You tend to spend your holidays sharing and pitching in. You'll do whatever needs to be done.
Friday, November 28, 2008
There was a lady from my church from Cameroon who had immigrated here and she was standing in line with me waiting for the restroom during a break. We were just chatting and she said, "There are no lines in my country."
I was a little confused and after a moment I asked her, "So are there a lot of bathrooms or what?"
Her answer, "No, in my country the biggest and strongest go first."
After today and all the mad rush and crush just to save money on a TV or a Wii, I'm afraid that is the case in my country, too.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
By the PRESIDENT of the United States Of America
WHEREAS it is the duty of all nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey His will, to be grateful for His benefits, and humbly to implore His protection and favour; and Whereas both Houfes of Congress have, by their joint committee, requefted me "to recommend to the people of the United States a DAY OF PUBLICK THANSGIVING and PRAYER, to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many and signal favors of Almighty God, especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to eftablifh a form of government for their safety and happiness:"
NOW THEREFORE, I do recommend and affign THURSDAY, the TWENTY-SIXTH DAY of NOVEMBER next, to be devoted by the people of thefe States to the fervice of that great and glorious Being who is the beneficent author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be; that we may then all unite in rendering unto Him our fincere and humble thanksfor His kind care and protection of the people of this country previous to their becoming a nation; for the fignal and manifold mercies and the favorable interpofitions of His providence in the courfe and conclufion of the late war; for the great degree of tranquility, union, and plenty which we have fince enjoyed;-- for the peaceable and rational manner in which we have been enable to eftablish Conftitutions of government for our fafety and happinefs, and particularly the national one now lately instituted;-- for the civil and religious liberty with which we are bleffed, and the means we have of acquiring and diffufing useful knowledge;-- and, in general, for all the great and various favours which He has been pleafed to confer upon us.
And also, that we may then unite in moft humbly offering our prayers and fupplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations and befeech Him to pardon our national and other tranfgreffions;-- to enable us all, whether in publick or private ftations, to perform our feveral and relative duties properly and punctually; to render our National Government a bleffing to all the people by conftantly being a Government of wife, juft, and conftitutional laws, difcreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed; to protect and guide all fovereigns and nations (especially fuch as have shewn kindnefs unto us); and to blefs them with good governments, peace, and concord; to promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the increafe of fcience among them and us; and, generally to grant unto all mankind fuch a degree of temporal profperity as he alone knows to be beft.
GIVEN under my hand, at the city of New-York, the third day of October, in the year of our Lord, one thousand feven hundred and eighty-nine.
(signed) G. Washington
Source: The Massachusetts Centinel, Wednesday, October 14, 1789
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Then it didn't bother me so much. I could go to school and go to my job and function just fine.
When you are almost 3x16, it looks like this. It isn't pretty.
Have you ever noticed that no one ever says, "What a great time to have insomnia!"
If it's Christmas eve or the night before vacation and you can't sleep, we call that anticipation. If you are drinking coffee to stay up all night and study, we call that an all-nighter.
It's only when you are desperately tired and sleep evades that we call it insomnia. (When you have insomnia and you are blogging at 12:45 a.m. that is a weird looking word.)
Oh, well, maybe I should try again to go to sleep.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
This was on a couple of my friends' blogs (Starr and Tami) and I thought it was kind of neat!!
2. Nettle tea
3. Huevos rancheros
4. Steak tartare
6. Black pudding
7. Cheese fondue
10. Baba ghanoush
13. PB&J sandwich
14. Aloo gobi
15. Hot dog from a street cart
17. Black truffle
19. Steamed pork buns
20. Pistachio ice cream
21. Heirloom tomatoes
22. Fresh wild berries
23. Foie gras
24. Rice and beans
25. Brawn, or head cheese
26. Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper
27. Dulce de leche
30. Bagna cauda
31. Wasabi peas
32. Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl
33. Salted lassi
35. Root beer float
37. Clotted cream tea
41. Curried goat
42. Whole insects
44. Goat’s milk
47. Chicken tikka masala
49. Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut
50. Sea urchin
51. Prickly pear
55. McDonald’s Big Mac Meal
60. Carob chips
66. Frogs’ legs
67. Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake
69. Fried plantain
70. Chitterlings, or andouillette
72. Caviar and blini
73. Louche absinthe
74. Gjetost, or brunost
77. Hostess Fruit Pie
79. Lapsang souchong
81. Tom yum
82. Eggs Benedict
84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.
85. Kobe beef
90. Criollo chocolate
92. Soft shell crab
93. Rose harissa
95. Mole poblano
96. Bagel and lox
97. Lobster Thermidor
99. Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee
It seems I did okay with Mexican, German, and most Southern American but I don't seem like a very good omnivore, do I?
Monday, November 17, 2008
In 24 days I will be finished with my B.A.!!! I am so excited!
Today, I wanted to just throw in the towel. I'm tired. I have assignments due and I don't want to ever again look for Greek or Biblical Motifs in European Literature... but then I counted the days!
Did I tell you? Only 24 days (and if you account for the Thanksgiving holiday next week, it's only 17!!
I am so happy.
I've seen this on several blogs and thought I'd join in. How many of theses things have you done? I guess 53 out of 99 isn't too bad, but I should travel more.
1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland/world
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang/played a solo
11. Bungee jumped (ha! There is a scary mental picture!)
12. Visited Paris
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Run a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community
36. Taught yourself a new language
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies
62. Gone whale watching
63. Gotten flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp
67. Bounced a check
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar
72. Pieced a quilt
73. Stood in Times Square
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life
90. Sat on a jury
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Made a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
I've read and re-read the stack of letters that my brother gave me that my parents wrote back and forth in the months leading up to their wedding and the months afterward while Daddy was in Germany, Mom was in Missouri, and I grew in her womb. In that same stack were a few letters written by friends to my mother when she was as young as twelve. Those letters gave me a whole new perspective on the woman I called Mom. I saw her as a teenage girl, as a young woman in love, and as a first-time mother picking out names. I wasn't there to watch it happen but I can visit her through those letters.
Now as a mother of grown children, I'm afraid they don't know me. Especially since most of them didn't know me until they were young pre-teens or even teens. When I speak, they hear me without the filter of unspoken trust that grows between parent and child before the child can even talk. I don't really know how to make myself clear without that filter, either. I love each and every one of them unconditionally. I'm not always in agreement with their actions; occasionally I think they are downright wrong! (Imagine that — a parent who thinks the kid is wrong....) But my love never waivers.
An Adoption Poem
Not flesh of my flesh,
Or bone of my bone,
But miraculously my own.
Never forget …
Not even for a minute …
You weren't born under my heart
But in it.
I hope they hear that.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
A long time ago, I had a Lhasa Apso named Pookie. She was a funny dog. She loved to go on walks. Short walks. When she was done, she was done. We would be walking along and she would decide the walk had been long enough and she would just lie down. She wouldn't move. We would pull on the leash and drag her and she wouldn't budge. We called the scenario, "taking Pookie for a drag." No matter how long we waited, she was done. Finally, we would pick her up and carry her and she would perk right up and look around and be all happy.
I think my body pulled a Pookie this week. Age is a funny thing for me. I know I am 47. I know I am not 20 anymore, but I don't feel 47. (Don't ask me what 47 feels like, I have no clue.) I just know that I expect to be able to do the same things I did when I was 20. Sometimes, I can't. This working and going to school full-time is a lot to expect out of a 47-year-old body, especially one that was so very sick a couple of years ago.
Don't worry, I'm fine, but I guess I need more than 5 or 6 hours sleep a night. This week, every time I try to read or do my assignments, I fall asleep. So last night, I went to bed early and this morning I'm going slow. If I pace myself, I'll finish this semester just fine.
In the meantime, I hit the wall. Ouch.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
The people who live behind us had this tree removed. We were looking at how big a tree it was. This is one side of the double trunk and it isn't even the biggest diameter of that half.
My Hero and I were looking at it, and being a woman with a camera, of course I took a picture. Do you see what happened?
Look closely at the world's smallest cat sitting on the tree trunk.
No, it's not really the world's smallest cat. It's just a normal neighbor's cat sitting in the yard in the background, but it sure looks like the world's smallest cat.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Then maybe I can breath and blog.
In the meantime, I'm reading Early American literature, European literature looking for Greek and Biblical motifs, and writing technical documents. And those things haven't translated here.
I get up, play taxi, come home stick my nose in the books and the computer, go to work, come home stick my nose in the books and the computer, go to bed, get up, and do it all again.
December won't come soon enough.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
|You Are Cilantro|
The good news is that most people love you more than anything else in the world.
You are distinct, unusual, fresh, and very controversial. And you wouldn't have it any other way.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
I thought that the surgeries fixed everything and I had a few things that needed "cleaned up" but other than that, the endometriosis adventure was ended.
I might have been wrong.
I've had some pain in the past few days. It's an all too familiar pain but I kept thinking "it can't be." Then tonight I read that 15% of women who have a total hysterectomy to treat endometriosis still have a reoccurence.
I think I may cry.
I'm making a doctor's appointment tomorrow, but can I tell you that the medical professionals really shuffle their feet on this one? I don't know what God has for me, but He's brought me this far.
I'll just have to keep trusting.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
My coworker at the clinic was on vacation all week so that left me (almost) solo for the first time. Some other things have come up in the course of the week.
All of the absence excuses aside, I have a question (or two) for the couple of you who read here. My main purpose for finishing school has been that I really think God is going to have me write a couple of books. One will be a memoir of sorts of my mother tentatively titled My Mother was a Pigeon. She was mentally ill but life was never boring and there are so many things to learn from her.
Beyond that, I have a couple of ideas tumbling around in my head. (It's a wide open space up there so there is plenty of room for ideas to move about.) Of the following ideas, which one(s) would you read?
A book for pastors' wives: Big Hair and Piano Playing
A book for parents: My Kid's in the Far Country, What Now? (how to cope when your child goes astray)
A book for everyone: It's Too Far From Your Heart to Kill You (The difference between a mishap and a sorrow)
So what do you think?
Monday, September 1, 2008
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
I started classes this week and I think I'm getting in the groove. My job is picking up. We've been busier than normal and I'm increasing my hours since I'm soon to go from temp to permanent. So, between work and school, my blogging has been neglected. I will try to dig my way out and into a schedule and return very soon.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
This was what our first computer looked like. It was an Apple SE with 1 mb of RAM and, get this, a 20 mb hard drive. We were screeching fast! I did publish, print and distribute a homeschool record-keeping system with this thing and we ran all of our church records on it.
The day came when the SE was just a little too sluggish. If you had a computer back then, you might remember clicking to open a file, going and doing a load of laundry and coming back to check if the file was open yet. That was fun. So we upgraded to this little baby — an LCIII otherwise known as the Performa 476. We had color and AOL with a portal to the World Wide Web. And boy, we had a 28.8 external modem. A new age had dawned.
For a little bit anyway. Then the Internet was starting to catch on and Steve Jobs gave us the iMac — one button access to the WWW. It was so popular that other companies started making toasters and curling irons in Bondi Blue. I still have a Bondi Blue scanner in a closet somewhere.
That little computer was my right arm for several years but eventually, it graduated to a designated church computer and I got the white wonder for my personal use. We lovingly named this guy Petrie because he reminded us of the baby pteradactyl in The Land Before Time. He could bob his head ever so cute.
Then last year, I moved up to the BIG time and I mean big — 24" screen. It is so cool for working in Photoshop. I can have two or three pictures open side by side and do all sorts of things. This is the computer I am using today to type this. This computer is not being replaced but rather I am adding to my collection. Any day now, the friendly delivery driver will pull up in front of my house and bring me one of these:
A MacBook Pro. And I am excited. For the past 10+ years, my Hero has forbidden me to have a laptop. He said it was for my own good because I needed to get away from my computer and my work sometimes, but he has finally consented. I can't wait to see the things I will be able to do with this new jobbie! I can sit in my recliner and watch Food Network and surf all at the same time… oh, yeah, and study and work on school, and do my church duties, too.
And I found this poem:
Gone High Tech
You may have noticed, teacher,
I am not in school today.
But the tape deck on my desk,
Will record each word you say.
Switch on my laptop's Webcam,
When you have something to show,
And if you pass out homework,
Find my fax number below.
I’ve a pager and cell phone,
So I won’t be hard to reach.
Since I don’t need to be in class,
I’ll do lessons at the beach.
From School Poems
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
I will sing, I will sing!
I will sing of the mercies of the Lord forever,
I will sing of the mercies of Lord!
With my mouth will I make known
Thy faithfulness, Thy faithfulness!
With my mouth will I make known
Thy faithfulness to all generations!
I will sing of the mercies of the Lord forever,
I will sing of the mercies of the Lord!
"I will sing of the mercies of the LORD for ever: with my mouth will I make known thy faithfulness to all generations."
Monday, August 18, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
My mom should be posthumously awarded a special medal for that last event. Ten days after my mom went to heaven, my Hero and I said goodbye to Samuel Mark Cannon. The little guy surprised us. We didn't even know he existed when he made his trip to heaven a little more than 4 months after he began to take form in my womb. Through our tears, we laughed at the idea that my mom, "Nanny," couldn't even go to heaven to escape babysitting!
Right now I spend my time training for the "Figuring out what the grandson is pretending to be" event. My form needs work.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
I think I would win the "listening to inane chatter while maintaining a smile" event.
What other events can you think of? What's your best event?
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Beyond that, my days have been very uneventful. My back must have gone on a round-the-world tour because it has been out for a long time. My family, though, has been absolutely wonderful about picking up the slack around the house. For that, I am beyond thankful.
I have an interview tomorrow for the permanent position I have been filling as a temp. I really pray I get it. I love the job and the people and the situation just fits my life perfectly. Since I need to work, this is the job I want.
You know you are in for a doozie of a course when the professor e-mails the syllabus and schedule two weeks before class starts because the first assignment is due the first day of class. (swallows hard) Maybe this semester won't be as easy as I hoped. Either way, though, come December, I will be FINISHED!!
And, no, as of this moment, I am not going on for my Master's. (Ask me again in a year.)
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
I don't really have any plans. I guess I'll tackle each thing as it comes at me.
The sky was so blue on Friday. This is the I-74 bridge connecting Iowa and Illinois across the Mississippi River.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
"As the pastor's wife, I often teach lessons to our ladies. This is a sister blog to Nana's Faith — a place for me to record those spiritual thoughts as the Lord leads."
Then I started laughing at myself because I thought, "What's Nana's Faith? The place where I record my carnal thoughts?" Honestly, I was laughing out loud.
Don't mind me, I'm in my own little world enjoying myself.