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| 10.30.05 (3:39 pm) [edit] |
As I sit here with (non?)-toxic bright lipstick on, sad that it's dark at 5, I think back on the day. Where have I gone, and what have I felt? Today was a girls' day. My mom, grandma, and I visited my mom's side of the family in Illinois. It was a little bit of a drive- 4+ hours round trip, and quite gorgeous- the yellow and orange hues are at their peak near Grandma's- leaves.Although we live close, we visit at most every-other year. My great-grandma is in a nursing home, and has adjusted well. She is fiesty and has a temper, but was positive all-around today. After sharing photos and stories, we went had Chinese. In a small town we drove through, there was a Pumpkin Festival going on, so we had to take a different route home (because of the parade). The thing that struck me the most was my (second) cousin, Daina. She is two days older than me, but a million miles away. Growing up, we had fun playing together when we visited. She had lovely red hair, an independent spirit, and a crazy clothing-style. The last time I saw her was a little over 4 years ago, when she was very pregnant and beautiful (pregnant ladies have a special place in my heart). She is still beautiful (but I think everyone is) but now she looks like a genereic Hollywood star. Her beautiful red hair is bleached blonde, her freckled skin is tanned, and her unique style is, well. . . I don't want to complain, really, but it seemed to break my heart, or at least really shook me up. Why fix what's not broken? (sorry Aaron, I admit, there are times to fix what may be leaking, but not shattered). In related news, when I was at a local farm a few days ago, there was a group of senior citizens with dimentia, and that was extremely hard to swallow. There's just something about someone not remembering that hurts so much (imagine their spouses dealing with that). It can be like The Notebook. The trick-or-treaters have all been small so far and I don't know if they think I'm dressed up or not (I say it's Asian- with the big hat and long dress, but it's not that important to me what these neighbors think of me). Happy Halloween |
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| one magic moment |
| 10.23.05 (8:49 pm) [edit] |
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Womenoffaith.com This past weekend, I went to the Women of Faith Conference held in St. Paul. It was awesome, and I had a good time with my church ladies. We learned more about each other and God, and it was a nice break from work. I'd only worked two days since visiting California, but that was more than enough. I'm happy to have a job and to be able to save money, but so ready to be onto something else. In fact, I just applied for a job in DC tonight. I may hear from a recruiter within 45 days. Does that seem like a long time to you? It has 'Language Officer' in the title and includes traveling. More to come, if anything comes of it! I'm assuming they'd want more info/details if/when the hiring process goes further. They didn't even ask for references! The biggest story I remember from the conference was something like this: A lady looks in the mirror and doesn't see what she used to look like 20 years ago, so goes to the store to see what she can do about it. She starts by buying a 'control top' which sucks her stomach in, but pushes it up so it still buldges- then she buys more and more to squeeze herself into what she thinks looks much better. Despite all of this, her real self (whether extra pounds or not) is still there, just shoved around a bit. This story was to show when we try to take control of our lives, we make think things look much better, but all we're doing is smushing or moving what we don't want around. It's still there. When we give it over to God, he can make us into a new person, taking away or giving new parts of our lives. It's so wasy for me to take or want to take control, but when I think of it that way it's not very appealing, is it? |
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| October |
| 10.06.05 (7:31 pm) [edit] |
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Today I wore mittens, and my cheeks turned rosy from the chill. Yesterday, I wore sweat, even while wearing a skirt! The Midwest is quite diverse! |
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