I'm trying to get the boys to learn Superhero and sing it with me. They're not playing along.
he's the one who makes me smile
day by day
better than batman!
26 January 2009
Day... 15?
Henry is chasing the girls around as they scream.
I decided to tell him the Timothy story to maybe... dissuade him. The Timothy story goes like this:
I was maybe 6 or 7 and Timothy was 4 or 5. He used to chase me around simply because I'd squeal like a little girl - or because I was a little girl. Once after a few minutes of chasing, I got tired of it and laid down on a tire swing. Unbeknownst to me, Timothy was sneaking up on me. I sat up quickly while he was leaning over to scare me and smack my forehead connected with his mouth and the first tooth was lost.
A few weeks later, Timothy had not learned his lesson. He was chasing me. I stopped, stuck out my fist, locked my elbow and turned around. Smack my fist connected with his mouth and the second tooth was lost.
Or so I'm told. I don't remember either incident, but I do remember being terrified of his mother. Timothy is now a full-blown rock star. Wow, I wonder how other boys I've scorned will turn out.
In other news:
I'm thankful for:
finally finding a doctor (I'm pretty sure I have a sinus infection... hopefully tomorrow dr. E will give me some drugs and I'll be on my way)
finally finding a job (fingers crossed... i'm about to go see about it now)
friends commiserating with me ("Ahem. I don't like his tone. I think that was a lame-ass response.")
(creepy family photo anyone?)
redeemer (Week 2 meant I was well enough to go. Really though, the most shocking? Tim: Jesus' blood cries out from the ground for justice. it would be unjust for the Father to take two payments for our sin. justice demands the Father accept us. Wow.)
LO
VE
M.
I decided to tell him the Timothy story to maybe... dissuade him. The Timothy story goes like this:
I was maybe 6 or 7 and Timothy was 4 or 5. He used to chase me around simply because I'd squeal like a little girl - or because I was a little girl. Once after a few minutes of chasing, I got tired of it and laid down on a tire swing. Unbeknownst to me, Timothy was sneaking up on me. I sat up quickly while he was leaning over to scare me and smack my forehead connected with his mouth and the first tooth was lost.
A few weeks later, Timothy had not learned his lesson. He was chasing me. I stopped, stuck out my fist, locked my elbow and turned around. Smack my fist connected with his mouth and the second tooth was lost.
Or so I'm told. I don't remember either incident, but I do remember being terrified of his mother. Timothy is now a full-blown rock star. Wow, I wonder how other boys I've scorned will turn out.
In other news:
I'm thankful for:
finally finding a doctor (I'm pretty sure I have a sinus infection... hopefully tomorrow dr. E will give me some drugs and I'll be on my way)
finally finding a job (fingers crossed... i'm about to go see about it now)
friends commiserating with me ("Ahem. I don't like his tone. I think that was a lame-ass response.")
(creepy family photo anyone?)
redeemer (Week 2 meant I was well enough to go. Really though, the most shocking? Tim: Jesus' blood cries out from the ground for justice. it would be unjust for the Father to take two payments for our sin. justice demands the Father accept us. Wow.)
LO
VE
M.
17 January 2009
Day 4
napping. lots of napping.
any ideas how to get rid of a cold?
today i'm thankful for:
cold medicine
new headphones
(yes, mine do look that cool)
vicks vapor rub (or at least i will be thankful for it once i go to sleep. mmmm. who doesn't love the smell of menthol)
L. inviting me to a movie (seriously, so thankful for L as my first nyc friend)
new Indiana Jones movie = N, H, C, and B all sitting quietly watching. ask anyone, it doesn't happen often.
LO
VE
M.
any ideas how to get rid of a cold?
today i'm thankful for:
cold medicine
new headphones
(yes, mine do look that cool)vicks vapor rub (or at least i will be thankful for it once i go to sleep. mmmm. who doesn't love the smell of menthol)
L. inviting me to a movie (seriously, so thankful for L as my first nyc friend)
new Indiana Jones movie = N, H, C, and B all sitting quietly watching. ask anyone, it doesn't happen often.
LO
VE
M.
15 January 2009
Day 3
A plane crashed in the Hudson a few blocks from my couch. N and I raced to Riverside park to see the debris. I'm obviously still in tourist mode - like how I get excited when I see the Amish. Yep. I'm that girl.
I heard from 2 v. good friends tonight. Their calls helped to dissuade the panic that was rising. Really though, let's be honest. I'm bored. I need a job. I've sent out countless resumes but it's only been three days. I'm hoping NYC teaching fellows pulls through. I can at least survive on Starbucks/whatever I can get until then. Both G and J think I'll get it for sure.
KJ told me when her friends moved to the city the average crying jag was six months. yep. awesome. I'm excited.
We sang All in All last night at FG. I cried and cried thinking of SNLT and that horrible ref's uniform. East coast kids are not the same. They're out of control.
K called them mussels, meaning barnacles, which i took to mean out of control like... pirates?
I'm thankful for:
the c's. for their generosity in letting me stay with them. for their wonderful godly examples. for showing me that city living can work.
the met. the temple of dendur. being able to walk through the egyptian wing and think the israelites struggled here too.
others reaching out. i'm not myself here. talking to E and K tonight reminded me who i am. i don't know how to make the jump from holy shit, what the hell am i doing here to obviously i am comfortable in my own skin. please be my friend. J and L have been wonderful in forcing themselves into my life. even if we don't become friends, i'm so thankful for the christian community that thrives in this city. we really are all so alone here and that's what ties us together.
pray that:
god will open doors
god will give me patience and endurance to stay the course
i will find good, good friends of the E variety - or even just one
LO
VE.
M.
I heard from 2 v. good friends tonight. Their calls helped to dissuade the panic that was rising. Really though, let's be honest. I'm bored. I need a job. I've sent out countless resumes but it's only been three days. I'm hoping NYC teaching fellows pulls through. I can at least survive on Starbucks/whatever I can get until then. Both G and J think I'll get it for sure.
KJ told me when her friends moved to the city the average crying jag was six months. yep. awesome. I'm excited.
We sang All in All last night at FG. I cried and cried thinking of SNLT and that horrible ref's uniform. East coast kids are not the same. They're out of control.
K called them mussels, meaning barnacles, which i took to mean out of control like... pirates?
I'm thankful for:
the c's. for their generosity in letting me stay with them. for their wonderful godly examples. for showing me that city living can work.
the met. the temple of dendur. being able to walk through the egyptian wing and think the israelites struggled here too.
others reaching out. i'm not myself here. talking to E and K tonight reminded me who i am. i don't know how to make the jump from holy shit, what the hell am i doing here to obviously i am comfortable in my own skin. please be my friend. J and L have been wonderful in forcing themselves into my life. even if we don't become friends, i'm so thankful for the christian community that thrives in this city. we really are all so alone here and that's what ties us together.
pray that:
god will open doors
god will give me patience and endurance to stay the course
i will find good, good friends of the E variety - or even just one
LO
VE.
M.
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