Yes, a word to all wise freeze tag players: Beware low hanging tree branches! Yup, as I was playing freeze tag with the kids earlier this week, I mangaged to clip a low lying branch with the top of my head, and did it ever hurt. I had headaches for two days following, a bump on the top of my head, and a messed up neck.
But, anyhow-life does go on. I now have something akin to the flu--it's getting better today, but I'm still not feeling great. Needless to say, it's been a long week.
I have been so blessed this week to be able to look up and see stars here in the city! The strangest things bless me, and that's one of them. Just being able to see the stars on a clear winter night lifts my spirits so much.
My Hebrew class is going well. I feel so much like a fish out of water--a conservative Christian with a bunch of liberal Jews, but I know there's a purpose in my being there.
Another short and sweet update.
Later.
Family Photo
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Saturday, February 18, 2006
S.A.D.
Or, Single's Awareness Day as it is called. Jeanette was the host this year, and basically we ate chocolate, talked about life as busy singles, and watched a great movie. We had several girls that had planned to come, but at last minute were unable to make it. It turned out to just be me, Steph and Jeanette. We had a great time.
The most entertaining moment of the evening came when Steph and I decided to dance in Jeanette's living room. Understand that Jeanette's living room has a HUGE sliding door that is covered by sheer curtains. It was night, so someone outside could have seen our outlines as we danced. Steph and I started doing a dance that was a combination of several different styles. I have no idea what you would call it, but anyhow, it was funny-and had to look as dumb as it felt. After dancing for 30 seconds or so and stopping to control our giggles, we heard from outside, "honk honk honk honk honk...honk, honk. It was done in a very deliberate beat. We all about died laughing and began to wonder if the car was really honking at us. So, foolish, chocolate, coffee filled girls that we were, we decided to dance again, just to see. And sure enough, the car honked the same beat after we had finished.
We disolved into fits of laughter...it was so funny!!
It's COLD here tonight! 20 degrees or less. Yikes! Oh well, it is still winter.
Have a lovely, chilly night.
The most entertaining moment of the evening came when Steph and I decided to dance in Jeanette's living room. Understand that Jeanette's living room has a HUGE sliding door that is covered by sheer curtains. It was night, so someone outside could have seen our outlines as we danced. Steph and I started doing a dance that was a combination of several different styles. I have no idea what you would call it, but anyhow, it was funny-and had to look as dumb as it felt. After dancing for 30 seconds or so and stopping to control our giggles, we heard from outside, "honk honk honk honk honk...honk, honk. It was done in a very deliberate beat. We all about died laughing and began to wonder if the car was really honking at us. So, foolish, chocolate, coffee filled girls that we were, we decided to dance again, just to see. And sure enough, the car honked the same beat after we had finished.
We disolved into fits of laughter...it was so funny!!
It's COLD here tonight! 20 degrees or less. Yikes! Oh well, it is still winter.
Have a lovely, chilly night.
Thursday, February 9, 2006
Trust the French?
I don't think so! Safeway, by name and experience does seem like a safe place to buy groceries. It's a nice, friendly grocery store...or so I thought.
Krista and I were out and about a few days ago buying groceries...a very normal activity for normal people;)
As I was waiting on the checker to scan my items, the conversation went something like this.
French dude: "Do you have Safeway card?"
Me: "nope"
French dude: "Do you speak French?"
Me: "very little."
French dude: "Do you play tennis?"
Me: "very little."
French dude (looking far to intently into my eyes): "Oh, I would love to play with you sometime. Do you know this place down the street, turn right and over a bit? Here, let me give you my number."
At this point I start to get uncomfortable. The people behind me were snickering and seemed a bit amazed at this lousy attempt to "pick up a girl".
He takes out some paper and jots down his number, and shoves it toward me. At this point I just want to leave--fast. I smiled, thanked him, and started to leave. In my flustered state I had forgotten to sign for the charge. So, he called me back. Now, he knew my name, and so started telling me by name to call him. I was really wanting to go now, but Krista had other ideas--she decided this was a great time to play leach, and so grabbed onto my leg and waited for me to drag her a bit. So, I'm trying to carry 4 heavy bags, drag Krista, who happened to be hanging onto my leg, and get AWAY from this french ding ding. We finally made it out, but not before he said again to call him and said some fancy, freaky, french farewell. ewwww...
So, moral of this story--don't trust the french in Safeway;)
Life continues on its busy pace. Mom and dad came to visit!
They have been here for several days longer than planned after the van suffered a transmission failure upon arrival. I took the day off Wednesday and spent it cooking with mom and chatting with dad. It was very fun.
My Hebrew class is lots of fun:) We learned the Hebrew word for husband last week. It means: Master. Needless to say, that did not go over well in a room full of secular, liberal Jews. Now, I want to do a word study on it...should be fascinating.
So, there you have the latest, odd experiences in my life. Talk to you soon;)
Krista and I were out and about a few days ago buying groceries...a very normal activity for normal people;)
As I was waiting on the checker to scan my items, the conversation went something like this.
French dude: "Do you have Safeway card?"
Me: "nope"
French dude: "Do you speak French?"
Me: "very little."
French dude: "Do you play tennis?"
Me: "very little."
French dude (looking far to intently into my eyes): "Oh, I would love to play with you sometime. Do you know this place down the street, turn right and over a bit? Here, let me give you my number."
At this point I start to get uncomfortable. The people behind me were snickering and seemed a bit amazed at this lousy attempt to "pick up a girl".
He takes out some paper and jots down his number, and shoves it toward me. At this point I just want to leave--fast. I smiled, thanked him, and started to leave. In my flustered state I had forgotten to sign for the charge. So, he called me back. Now, he knew my name, and so started telling me by name to call him. I was really wanting to go now, but Krista had other ideas--she decided this was a great time to play leach, and so grabbed onto my leg and waited for me to drag her a bit. So, I'm trying to carry 4 heavy bags, drag Krista, who happened to be hanging onto my leg, and get AWAY from this french ding ding. We finally made it out, but not before he said again to call him and said some fancy, freaky, french farewell. ewwww...
So, moral of this story--don't trust the french in Safeway;)
Life continues on its busy pace. Mom and dad came to visit!
They have been here for several days longer than planned after the van suffered a transmission failure upon arrival. I took the day off Wednesday and spent it cooking with mom and chatting with dad. It was very fun.
My Hebrew class is lots of fun:) We learned the Hebrew word for husband last week. It means: Master. Needless to say, that did not go over well in a room full of secular, liberal Jews. Now, I want to do a word study on it...should be fascinating.
So, there you have the latest, odd experiences in my life. Talk to you soon;)
Saturday, January 28, 2006
blush:)
Soooo, today's post is the embarrassing/klutz moments post. I've had several this past week, and felt so inclined to share.
Last Sunday started my week like all weeks should start. I'm a master at falling up stairs. I have fallen down them, (Take the time at my brother's house and the wipe out that had me limping for a day), but most of the time I fall up stairs. Go figure;) Our church is finally in our new building, but the stairs are a bit dangerous. They have a dangerous lip on them. Anyhow, as I was walking into church last week, in my classy, (totally dumb) heels, I caught my toe in on of the lips and started to tumble. I managed to ungracefully catch myself and grab the handrail for dear life. It's at this moment I look up and note a man from our church trying to hold in a snicker. His consolation: "I did that same thing, too". hehe, well if I'd been him I would have laughed too. I seriously think I could have won an America's most klutzy home video competition if they had one.
The next two moments all happened in one day--yesterday.
I was playing "Bad Grandpa" with my charges. Bad Grandpa is game we invented which basically is me or a poor, unsuspecting babysitter chasing rowdy kids up and down stairs while accusing them, in a VERY bad accent of some kind, that they are bad grandchildren. Grandpa, (me) then catches and tickles them until they are rescued by another "grandchild". I have often asked how they came about calling me grandpa, and they have no explaination. Anyhow, I was trying to catch Justin who was running in circles around the table, and his little sister somehow ran into me and shoved me into the china cabinet--hard. I'm amazed that I don't have a purple jaw line this morning. It was a very ungraceful moment in my nanny career.
Lastly--Jeanette and I were dropping off my car last night, and while stopped at a light I started making faces at her in my rearview mirror. She was in her car behind me, and having had a bad day; naturally, I thought I should cheer her up. So, I started jamming to my music, laughing and being a general idiot. I thought she could see me, and was reacting, so I kept it up. It was then that I felt eyes on me. I looked to my right and what should I see, but a guy in the neighboring lane pointing, laughing and raising his eyebrows at me. I quickly grabbed my cell and called Jeanette up. She informed me that she had not seen me at all. I chose not to look back at the guy who seriously must have thought I was out of my mind, and drove, fast when the light changed.
So, there you have it. I'm such a unique creation, and so felt the need to share some of my strangeness with you. Have great day on this rather springlike January day. Let's just hope I don't have more things to share at the end of this day..
Later!
Julie
Last Sunday started my week like all weeks should start. I'm a master at falling up stairs. I have fallen down them, (Take the time at my brother's house and the wipe out that had me limping for a day), but most of the time I fall up stairs. Go figure;) Our church is finally in our new building, but the stairs are a bit dangerous. They have a dangerous lip on them. Anyhow, as I was walking into church last week, in my classy, (totally dumb) heels, I caught my toe in on of the lips and started to tumble. I managed to ungracefully catch myself and grab the handrail for dear life. It's at this moment I look up and note a man from our church trying to hold in a snicker. His consolation: "I did that same thing, too". hehe, well if I'd been him I would have laughed too. I seriously think I could have won an America's most klutzy home video competition if they had one.
The next two moments all happened in one day--yesterday.
I was playing "Bad Grandpa" with my charges. Bad Grandpa is game we invented which basically is me or a poor, unsuspecting babysitter chasing rowdy kids up and down stairs while accusing them, in a VERY bad accent of some kind, that they are bad grandchildren. Grandpa, (me) then catches and tickles them until they are rescued by another "grandchild". I have often asked how they came about calling me grandpa, and they have no explaination. Anyhow, I was trying to catch Justin who was running in circles around the table, and his little sister somehow ran into me and shoved me into the china cabinet--hard. I'm amazed that I don't have a purple jaw line this morning. It was a very ungraceful moment in my nanny career.
Lastly--Jeanette and I were dropping off my car last night, and while stopped at a light I started making faces at her in my rearview mirror. She was in her car behind me, and having had a bad day; naturally, I thought I should cheer her up. So, I started jamming to my music, laughing and being a general idiot. I thought she could see me, and was reacting, so I kept it up. It was then that I felt eyes on me. I looked to my right and what should I see, but a guy in the neighboring lane pointing, laughing and raising his eyebrows at me. I quickly grabbed my cell and called Jeanette up. She informed me that she had not seen me at all. I chose not to look back at the guy who seriously must have thought I was out of my mind, and drove, fast when the light changed.
So, there you have it. I'm such a unique creation, and so felt the need to share some of my strangeness with you. Have great day on this rather springlike January day. Let's just hope I don't have more things to share at the end of this day..
Later!
Julie
Saturday, January 21, 2006
A night in DC
It's a lovely, lazy Saturday afternoon, and it's supposed to reach 65 degrees here today, yesss!
Last night Jeanette and I met in DC for a night out "on the town". We met at Ruby Tuesdays, (I'm on this liver detox diet right now and so needed a place with a salad bar.) Anyhow, it's in the heart of Chinatown DC, and it was packed with fans eating a bite before the game at the MCI center across the street.
As we waited I was able to observe the stark differences in people that God had the creativity to make.
We sat for 10 minutes, and no one came by our table. (Please note that every table around us had been attended to.) We decided that for time's sake we would get salad, but still no one came. At 15 minutes Jeanette asked another waiter if someone might be able to come by, so we could at least order drinks. He assured us that someone would be by. When 20 minutes had come and gone we decided to leave in order to make our movie in time.
I was cool just leaving and eating later. After all, in my reasoning, they were busy, and so we needed to just leave it be. Let it go!
Jeanette, on the other hand, wanted to make sure that they knew that we were leaving and why. I tried to talk her out of it, being the sometimes wimpish peacemaker that I can be, but she was not to be swayed. She ended up telling the manager about it before the night was over. Please note that, during this interchange, I was literally hoping that the door I was leaning against would swallow me up.
We finally left, and she being the astute one that she is, noted that I was uncomfortable. She explained her reasoning: "The manager needs to know that his staff is not doing their job. If I was a manager, I would want to know." Savy?
So many personalities are so different, but in truth with out each one working together, people like me would be walked on even more often than I am now, and people like Jeanette would rule the world, hehe;)
Oh, so another funny story before I tell you about the movie. We were walking to our theater, and somehow these two really tall guys got between Jeanette and I. She kept walking, and I literally could not get around them; they took up most of the hallway. I was behind them jumping up and down trying to watch Jeanette, and finally I took off at dead run to get around them at catch up to her. As I was running I yelped, "I can't get to you!!", as dramtically as I could. I didn't look back to see their faces, but I think I'm safe to say that they found my craziness rather amusing.
So, we went to see the movie, "End of the Spear". It's based on the story of Nate Saint and the other four men who took the gospel to a remote tribe in South America. They did lose there lives there, but that's where the story really began. It's a beautiful retelling that had me in tears at several points. The one "downside" is that the natives show a LOT of skin. Granted, these actors were more covered than the real natives were, but it's something to be aware of before going in:) It's an amazing story of forgiveness really. One of the final scenes took my breath away. A man chooses to forgive the native who took the life of his father some 40 years before. It makes you think, and I'll leave it at that;)
I encourage you to check it out.
I'll type at you soon.
Last night Jeanette and I met in DC for a night out "on the town". We met at Ruby Tuesdays, (I'm on this liver detox diet right now and so needed a place with a salad bar.) Anyhow, it's in the heart of Chinatown DC, and it was packed with fans eating a bite before the game at the MCI center across the street.
As we waited I was able to observe the stark differences in people that God had the creativity to make.
We sat for 10 minutes, and no one came by our table. (Please note that every table around us had been attended to.) We decided that for time's sake we would get salad, but still no one came. At 15 minutes Jeanette asked another waiter if someone might be able to come by, so we could at least order drinks. He assured us that someone would be by. When 20 minutes had come and gone we decided to leave in order to make our movie in time.
I was cool just leaving and eating later. After all, in my reasoning, they were busy, and so we needed to just leave it be. Let it go!
Jeanette, on the other hand, wanted to make sure that they knew that we were leaving and why. I tried to talk her out of it, being the sometimes wimpish peacemaker that I can be, but she was not to be swayed. She ended up telling the manager about it before the night was over. Please note that, during this interchange, I was literally hoping that the door I was leaning against would swallow me up.
We finally left, and she being the astute one that she is, noted that I was uncomfortable. She explained her reasoning: "The manager needs to know that his staff is not doing their job. If I was a manager, I would want to know." Savy?
So many personalities are so different, but in truth with out each one working together, people like me would be walked on even more often than I am now, and people like Jeanette would rule the world, hehe;)
Oh, so another funny story before I tell you about the movie. We were walking to our theater, and somehow these two really tall guys got between Jeanette and I. She kept walking, and I literally could not get around them; they took up most of the hallway. I was behind them jumping up and down trying to watch Jeanette, and finally I took off at dead run to get around them at catch up to her. As I was running I yelped, "I can't get to you!!", as dramtically as I could. I didn't look back to see their faces, but I think I'm safe to say that they found my craziness rather amusing.
So, we went to see the movie, "End of the Spear". It's based on the story of Nate Saint and the other four men who took the gospel to a remote tribe in South America. They did lose there lives there, but that's where the story really began. It's a beautiful retelling that had me in tears at several points. The one "downside" is that the natives show a LOT of skin. Granted, these actors were more covered than the real natives were, but it's something to be aware of before going in:) It's an amazing story of forgiveness really. One of the final scenes took my breath away. A man chooses to forgive the native who took the life of his father some 40 years before. It makes you think, and I'll leave it at that;)
I encourage you to check it out.
I'll type at you soon.
Sunday, January 8, 2006
back to the East
Hey. I'm back in Virginia, and life has settled into it's normal pace as it were. I had such a blast at home this past Christmas. It was tough to settle back into life as usual, but I think I'm all good.
K, I've been sitting here for 5 minutes looking at this screen, and I can think of nothing creative to say. sigh...so, rather than typing random thoughts, I will just leave it at that for now.
Talk to you soon.
K, I've been sitting here for 5 minutes looking at this screen, and I can think of nothing creative to say. sigh...so, rather than typing random thoughts, I will just leave it at that for now.
Talk to you soon.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Christmas!
Okay, so I am finally posting some pictures. I hope you all enjoy, and I hope you had a very merry Christmas!
A few Cole "Scrooges" clowning around;)
Here are some pics from the Bellflower Christmas play as promised. The leads, my dad and sister, and the angels;)
The Musicians---Janessa on violin, Jane on cello, me on flute, and Joanna on violin.
The angels...again
Here are some pictures of a friend's two adorable little girls. She was once my ballet teacher...Last time I saw them, the oldest girl was just a tiny baby. Now, there are two! They are soooo cute;)
A few Cole "Scrooges" clowning around;)
Here are some pics from the Bellflower Christmas play as promised. The leads, my dad and sister, and the angels;)
The Musicians---Janessa on violin, Jane on cello, me on flute, and Joanna on violin.
The angels...again
Here are some pictures of a friend's two adorable little girls. She was once my ballet teacher...Last time I saw them, the oldest girl was just a tiny baby. Now, there are two! They are soooo cute;)
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