tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85477672031315427922024-02-20T13:43:52.304-08:00Krissy's storiesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-87178321018341866382010-12-19T21:29:00.000-08:002010-12-19T21:36:09.365-08:00How long it has been since I posted anything at all.<br /><br />It's getting close to Christmas. Only 5 days to go. 6 days until I get to fly away to Washington, land of green and rain and a little bit more warmth. I am lonesome for the ocean and the mountains and the evergreen trees. I miss the lakes and the hills and the drizzling rain. I am looking forward to some lovely days in Washington with my family and seeing some friends.<br /><br />I'm getting used to the cold, though. It seems too cold to even snow these days. It's too cold to be outside for very long too. But, I'm getting used to it, I think.<br /><br />Janie, Kate, and I discovered a very enjoyable pasttime. There is a skating rink at a park near here where we went out in our boots and discovered a game that is a mix of hockey and soccer using our feet. We laughed as Kate skid across the ice on her stomach and Janie commented, "I think that felt cooler than it looked!" Cold weather does provide some new enjoyment.<br /><br />All in all, this winter is proving to be pretty good.<br />See you soon Washington!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-5388397682624754312010-08-26T20:19:00.001-07:002010-08-26T20:29:46.340-07:00today I ran...I ran 4 miles. It's been a while but it felt good. The prairie path is a nice place to run: flat, through trees, sounds of trains, and many people around. At the end of my run I found a park called "triangle park." When I was little, in Japan, there was this park we used to call triangle park because of its shape. Fond memories drew me into the park to the swings. I closed my eyes to see if I could still feel the sensation of flying. It's not quite as vivid as when you're little. I think getting older and bigger makes gravity seem a lot more real.<br />Parks are interesting things now. The ground of this park was made out of some kind of squishy rubber. All the play equipment was made out of varieties of colors of plastic and metals. There were hoops to climb through and walls to climb up and a slide that looked like it was from the space era. "what happened to the good old wooden jungle gym?" I wondered. Everything is just too safe. The kids fall down on this squishy rubber and they don't even have to pull little pieces of gravel out of their gash on the knee. And slivers, when will they ever get slivers? That is a mom's specialty...pulling out slivers. Safe is good, I suppose. I don't think I would want my little girl falling through two wooden planks on a hanging bridge and break her nose (like Carrie did). Nor would I want my son splitting open his head on a rock (like Kenji). But, at the same time, it builds such character. :)<br />Safety is good.<br />Those were my thoughts at the park as I swang!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-45717620946729883392010-08-22T17:31:00.001-07:002010-08-22T18:01:52.988-07:00adventuresMy first week in Wheaton has just finished. I've had a lot of adventures for one week. Many more to come, I hope.<br /><br />Monday was a trip to the Japanese market, Mitsuwa where Rob, Meghan, and I indulged in some miso ramen. Very authentic. I stocked up on some Japanese essentials at the grocery store.<br /><br />Tuesday I had my pre-employment physical at Marionjoy. Unfortunately at the "pee on demand" section of the physical my bladder failed to give. The nurse was required to stand in the bathroom and was pacing around waiting for the sound of trickling that did not come. "Shall I run some water for you." "yes, please," I responded, trying not to laugh. I waited some more and she finally said, "you can try again in a little after drinking some water." I agreed to this sensible plan since my bladder was no closer to letting out a stream of urine after 5 minutes of listening to running water. I drank 4 cups of water, visited the HR lady, got a tour of the hospital, received a TB test, and then attempted to "pee on demand" again. She immediately started the water for me and after a short delay I had what she was waiting for: a half a cup of warm, yellow liquid. But I felt very proud of that liquid. After a pleasant walk to downtown Wheaton, some lunch at a deli, and discovering the whereabouts of the post office and bank, we went grocery shopping. The evening was "French Tuesday" where I joined some of Meghan and Robb's friends in eating tater tots and talking.<br /><br />Thursday's adventures included Little India. The district of Chicago that is... very Indian. I went to an Indian worship service where Jesus is worshiped in traditional Indian manner. It was quite beautiful to see a group of Indian men and women and children worshiping the Lord in chants and music so close to their culture. I love that God is the God of all nations. I enjoyed a Jewish lunch along with some new friends from the "friendship center." The Jewish district is a few blocks from Little India. The most interesting thing was going into an Indian grocery store. I do not often go into a grocery store where I am absolutely clueless what 50% of the merchandise is and can only guess at what 90% of the merchandise is used for. The smells were pungent and unparalleled.<br />That evening I joined some other students and former students for a dinner and game night. The couple whose house we went to are going as missionaries to Japan in a year. It was fun to talk with them and tell them about Japan as I know it. I love meeting people with the same heart and desire to see Japan come to know Jesus.<br /><br />Friday was a trip to IKEA which is nice and close. I have to get used to the toll roads though. I got an ipass which allows me to speed on through the toll booths and it deducts money from my pass account. I haven't had the opportunity to use it yet. Dorothy drove us to IKEA and I counted change for the tolls. We loitered around IKEA for a while and purchased some organizational items for the office. After some yardwork in the afternoon we sat down to watch "Lark Rise to Candleford." A BBC series, now out on DVD, that is quite entertaining. We watched 4 episodes with a break for dinner thrown in there.<br /><br />Saturday we went to the farmer's market. I got a stock of fruits and vegetables. Among these was eight-ball-zucchini which we stuffed with feta, spinach, tomatoes, basil, and onions and baked for dinner. Rob, Ian and I created a wood pile in the back with the wood that was stored in the garage. This created a nice walkway in the garage and opens a little more room for bikes. That's the other thing I've been enjoying: riding my bike!<br /><br />Rob and I rode our bikes to church today (Meghan is at a wedding in Georgia). I went to Church of the Resurrection, also known as Rez. It was a very lovely service. This evening I was craving anko. I drove to Super H Mart- the Korean market and looked around so I would know what was available since it is much closer than Mitsuwa. There is quite a bit available there that I can use for Japanese cooking. I got mini anman that can be steamed or mic'ed. This satisfied my craving for tonight. :)<br /><br />Well, here comes a new week! Tomorrow starts the official graduate school!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-70541373495211407252010-08-17T14:25:00.000-07:002010-08-17T14:59:16.011-07:00pictures of my new room<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWAMbVlf2uRs1CJPW0dmwPJj2qzsA4QjvWPT6U3vLR0Sn0mlzHzXEwtsdupcboFEK4hS15ZtyLOF76C0scPHm_aoby-FLzaaFolmPe0sK4K9rYTIM8oiaONA4G332BeSlIMXFoJyBoDcc/s1600/DSCN1166.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWAMbVlf2uRs1CJPW0dmwPJj2qzsA4QjvWPT6U3vLR0Sn0mlzHzXEwtsdupcboFEK4hS15ZtyLOF76C0scPHm_aoby-FLzaaFolmPe0sK4K9rYTIM8oiaONA4G332BeSlIMXFoJyBoDcc/s320/DSCN1166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506495616317023602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">from the entry way<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRj7XNdQD-8ASFFTOb_ytqNy0zo_IQnq-Ze5zYLko3l3vLnAMBzacQiong9W9viieKTecO0-EnhyphenhyphenJg-DAZOSO2S4ulRImCGcHS9GpsWMam-Z-k1aQNErVQ0F-afof-o0RL_FJao18C5ik/s1600/DSCN1164.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRj7XNdQD-8ASFFTOb_ytqNy0zo_IQnq-Ze5zYLko3l3vLnAMBzacQiong9W9viieKTecO0-EnhyphenhyphenJg-DAZOSO2S4ulRImCGcHS9GpsWMam-Z-k1aQNErVQ0F-afof-o0RL_FJao18C5ik/s320/DSCN1164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506495606151633906" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">dressing area<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6jIDQHnZuDRVhy5kbNRxS7heJqDyBUEI0J-HR39DxpGamrX1UsS1Sy7PqQXL17vzniXm9KdbwwOrNWwAgxY2HU8Dx0XGrcPDtrc5pLBg230Rt5SBx3hlurQw9LuW-TVvjMrV9UnfEOTA/s1600/DSCN1161.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6jIDQHnZuDRVhy5kbNRxS7heJqDyBUEI0J-HR39DxpGamrX1UsS1Sy7PqQXL17vzniXm9KdbwwOrNWwAgxY2HU8Dx0XGrcPDtrc5pLBg230Rt5SBx3hlurQw9LuW-TVvjMrV9UnfEOTA/s320/DSCN1161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506495600074335698" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">sleeping area<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIefBo3djutPgnLCO9AEpPJEEtdPUL8MdAhwXSSrmcA1xkUnCTq7ynlZ-v1NVnvQ46YA23h9kGD6MSFtiHfrOlymlpv2iOcn6FcRAu8_nfLW8-q3sQNpCk6iI5C9RTopgDSh8Xhoo00nI/s1600/DSCN1160.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIefBo3djutPgnLCO9AEpPJEEtdPUL8MdAhwXSSrmcA1xkUnCTq7ynlZ-v1NVnvQ46YA23h9kGD6MSFtiHfrOlymlpv2iOcn6FcRAu8_nfLW8-q3sQNpCk6iI5C9RTopgDSh8Xhoo00nI/s320/DSCN1160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506495595381403378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">studying area<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">it's a lovely, comfortable, large room!<br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-62609850631612292472010-08-14T22:19:00.000-07:002010-08-14T23:15:05.267-07:00townsDriving through towns upon cities through the United States I have begun to ponder about American culture. No, not just American culture but society, humankind, life, morality...<br /> <br />We past through Osburn, that first day. We stopped to find a banking center and a post office. The kind clerks at each stop on Mullen Rd made me think, though briefly, that perhaps I could be quite happy to live there. Then Bozeman had a pleasant restaurant with friendly service and, looking around, seemed filled with pleasant very-Montana-ish people. I'm not quite sure what Montana-ish people are supposed to look like. But that restaurant was filled with my idea of them. People who seemed fit to live in any climate and do any sort of work required by that climate. Billings had pleasant enough people, very busy, but pleasant.<br /> <br />Then there was Gillette. I think all young men are trained to open doors for women in Wyoming. There was no end of gentlemanly treatment.<br /> <br />As we continued towards Sturgis the motorcycles increased. Entering into that town I noted the chaos and oppression that overwhelmed. Large men with large beards and large bikes rode around the town looking at scantly garbed women trying to gain men's attention. Bikini clad girls stood about washing bikes and showing off their bodies to the men who lusted and the town women who wished and decided to start a workout program the next day. On the streets lined vendors selling clothing which even the dancers of Cesarea Philippi would blush to wear. I came away feeling the need to be shoved back into reality. That is no reality, though the world might try to tell you, "face reality. such is the world today." No, those people seem to be living in a haze and should return to true reality. Once they return to reality they will realize that reality of what truly brings joy, contentment, life, and peace is not what they just experienced. What I saw there was like a nightmare.<br /> <br />On we traveled through the towns as the motorcycles became fewer and we could breathe again. Motorcycles are like hornets, buzzing around and around the car with a mind of their own. Yet at each small town, there they were: more bikers in their leather gear. In Murdo I stopped to get gas and try to find some lunch. Fried chicken and huge burgers were not the most appetizing ideas of a lunch for two women driving a Subaru from Washington. Maybe, perhaps, for the large men on bikes. They did seem to be enjoying the selection of foods offered to them. The man behind the counter was nice enough as I lifted onto my tiptoes to count the change to buy my grapes, cucumbers, and a banana.<br /> <br />In Jackson the young clerk was cheerful and the farmer who was filling gas in his large truck smiled and laughed at my attempt to follow hand gestures given me outside the car. He was pulling a large farm equipment of some sort with his giant pickup. People smiled a little more kindly here and motorcycles still abounded.<br /> <br />La Crosse...a strange little town it felt upon driving in. Half deserted, half inhabited. Like a ghost town that was resettled sometime later. Old buildings lined the streets lit up in some areas by bars and restaurants. People milled around going in and out of shops or standing on the sidewalk talking and laughing. Like a town trying to impersonate the entertainment district of a large city. A man in the hotel lobby said he was looking forward to 11:00 so he could go out for the night. "To where?" I thought.<br /> <br />My heart is still heavy. I've seen a lot of the US on this trip and the only part I'm proud of is the ladies at the banking center in Osburn, the postman at the post office of that same town on Mullen street, and the young man who purposefully opened the door for me in Gillete. What is this country? What would I show a foreigner who came to this country? How would I explain the different scenes? Are we proud to export this culture to so many places around the world? I do not know...<br /><br />All I know is I can return to the reality of this:<br />"In this world, you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."<br />In Jesus' words I can rest.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-81531311108185300322010-08-09T14:42:00.000-07:002010-08-15T07:08:01.126-07:00today I sat......while I should've been packing. I sat drinking a smoothie I made from berries and beet greens and carrots, eating a きな粉棒 (kinako-bo), and reflecting on an email grandma sent dad (that happened to lay printed on the counter. I was not snooping). The email had a quote from Richard Wurmbrand, a pastor and courageous man of faith. He said "a disciple of Christ should not deliver monologues in prayer, but should expect to receive answers to his questions." I know I have received many an answer to my questions. But I realize I am often too quick to make prayer into a monologue. How often do I speak to God and move on before taking the time to let Him speak to me. I want to change that. I want to quiet my heart enough to let God speak to me as often as I speak to Him. He probably is speaking, I just get too busy and noisy that I do not take the time to listen.<br /><br />He spoke to me often in Japan this last month. He led me and guided me and spoke to me so clearly in my heart that I could've almost thought it was audible. When one is walking so close to God and is so filled with the presence of Jesus, His voice is a pleasure and a daily treat.<br /><br />The smoothie was very good by the way.<br />steam some carrots and beet greens and kale<br />blend with berries, ice, soy milk, and some juice from an orange.<br />enjoy with or without a きな粉棒!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-16847694653208532702010-05-19T10:13:00.000-07:002010-05-19T10:20:48.439-07:00humility<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">When I do well and want praise...when I do wrong and want to defend myself...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">My continual plea is for humility and quietness of heart...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A gentle and quiet spirit...that's what I pray for. To glorify God, not to be justified before man.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Humility is perfect quietness of heart. It is for me to have no trouble; never to be fretted or vexed or irritated or sore or disappointed. It is to expect nothing, to wonder at nothing that is done to me, to feel nothing done against me. It is to be at rest when nobody praises me, and when I am blamed or despised. It is to have a blessed home in the Lord, where I can go in and shut the door, and kneel to my Father in secret, and am at peace as in a deep sea of calmness when all around and above is trouble. It is the fruit of the Lord Jesus Christ's redemptive work on Calvary's Cross, manifest in those of His own who are definitely subjected to the Holy Spirit." -Andrew Murray.</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-27295410631570195802010-02-14T09:34:00.000-08:002010-02-14T09:53:36.688-08:00the medical floor of a US hospital is an interesting place to work. patients have set expectations of what they want and what they deserve. (life, health, happiness, and prosperity). there are too many people who do not care to get better. oh, they want immediate fixes but as long as they don't have to make an effort. there are the ones that do want to get better or want to work to get better. but those are the ones that end up with a diagnosis like leukemia, MS, or colitis...they won't get better but they will try to change and live...<br />sometimes it's a hopeless place to work...<br />sometimes it's exasperating...<br />but you get numb to it all and shake your head at another 50year old with pancreatitis withdrawing from alcohol for the 7th time in 6 months. "this time I will go to rehab." and "this time" he doesn't and he is back again the next month.<br />then you roll your eyes at the 23 yr old heroin addict who doesn't want to quit; who doesn't understand that a massive clot in his femoral vein is a very serious diagnosis. but he shoots up in the bathroom in his PICC line and waits until he's discharged from this mess so he can start the process again. because he doesn't care if he gets another clot, infection, or disease...there are medications that can cure everything. in fact, he is invincible. (wasn't that the developmental stage he was supposed to go through in early teens? when he learns that he is not in fact invincible.)<br />and you bite your tongue as you gently speak to the annoyed, morbidly obese lady who believes that the world owes her all comforts. but she does not want to turn on her side in bed... that is too much effort.<br /><br />...but then there is the 90 yr old man who looks in your eyes and holds your hand while he is dying and a tear falls down his face as you ask him "are you scared?" and you pray for him and tell him about Jesus' peace and you remember why you are a nurse on a medical floor right now.<br />...and the 92 year old, confused lady who tries to hit you in the face because she's scared. "are you having a hard time breathing?" "yes." "oh, dear, lie back on your pillow and let's fix that." after giving a breathing treatment, smoothing down her hair, tucking her into bed, speaking a few tender words, and turning out the lights she goes from yelling and hitting to fast asleep...like a weaned child.<br />ah. now I remember why He has me here. to show what it means to be loved by God. what a good God we have. He loves even the most difficult. in fact I think, if Jesus were here he would spend most of His time in the room of the young drug addict, the alcoholic father, the suicidal woman, and the scared and dying grandpa. He loves so much more tenderly and unbiased than I do.<br />yet, I am called to be the visible image of the love of Jesus.<br /><br />oh, Jesus, perfect my imperfect love for Your people. that I may love them more as You do.<br /><br />and i am content...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-38269060076104049892010-02-12T00:54:00.000-08:002010-02-12T01:06:09.766-08:00Today's readingA visitor at a school for the deaf and dumb was writing questions on the blackboard for the children. By and by he wrote this sentence: "Why has God made me to hear and speak, and made you deaf and dumb?"<br /><br />The awful sentence fell upon the little ones like a fierce blow in the face. They sat palsied before that dreadful "Why?" And then a little girl arose. Her lip was trembling. Her eyes were swimming with tears. Straight to the board she walked, and, picking up the crayon wrote with firm hand these precious words: " <span style="font-style: italic;">Evenso, Father, for so it seemed good in thy sight!"</span> What a reply! It reaches up and lays hold of an eternal truth upon which the maturest believer as well as the youngest child of God may alike securely rest--the truth that God is your Father.<br /><br />Do you mean that? Do you really and fully believe that? When you do, then your dove of faith will no longer wander in weary unrest, but will settle down forever in its eternal resting place of peace. "Your Father!"<br /><br />I can still believe that a day comes for all of us, however far off it may be, when we shall understand; when these tragedies, that now blacken and darken the very air of heaven for us, will sink into their places in a scheme so august, so magnificent, so joyful, that we shall laugh for wonder and delight.<br /><br />-Arthur Christopher BaconAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-30634485698501640982010-01-29T11:39:00.000-08:002010-01-29T11:52:56.382-08:00evening reading that blessed my heart<span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >"And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising GOd for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them"</span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >-Luke 2:20</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >What was the subject of their praise? They prasied God for what they had heard- for the good tidings of great joy that a Saviour was born unto them. Let us copy them; let us also raise a song of thanksgiving that we have heard of Jesus and His salvation. They also praised God for what they had seen. There is the sweetest music- what we have experienced, what we have felt within, what we have made our own-" the things which we have made touching the King." It is not enough to </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >hear</span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" > about Jesus: mere hearing may tune the harp, but the fingers of living faith must create the music. If you have seen Jesus with the God-given sight of faith, suffer no cobwebs to linger among the harp-strings, but loud to the praise of sovereign grace, awake your psaltery and harp...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >Have you not found the gospel to be in yourselves just what the Bible said it would be? Jesus said He would give you rest- have you not enjoyed the sweetest peace in Him? He said you should have joy, and comfort, and life through believing in Him- have you not received all these? Are not His ways ways of pleasantness, and His paths paths of peace? Surely you can say with the queen of Sheba, "The half has not been told me." I have found Christ more sweet than His servants ever said He was. I looked upon His likeness as they painted it, but it was a mere daub compared with Himself; for the King in His beauty outshines all imaginable loveliness. Surely what we have "seen" keeps pace with, nay, far exceeds what we have "heard." </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >Let us, then, glorify and praise God for a Saviour so precious, and so satisfying.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >-C.H. Spurgeon</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-45887369230119828542008-09-28T21:00:00.000-07:002008-09-28T21:08:30.110-07:00St Joes day...i forgetevery day after work i walk passed the child-birth-center and think about July 7.<br />the day we spent in there.<br />running back and forth from trader joes, grace cafe, and the hospital.<br />the baby always comes to my mind.<br />that was a sad day.<br />my calender was marked for september 18.<br />sometimes i wonder...<br />i still don't know why a mommy loses her baby.<br />oh, you can explain it scientifically. but that only answers so much.<br />why do bad things happen to good people?<br />why do the righteous suffer so?<br />that is the age old question.<br />the only answer i know is<br />I AM<br />that should suffice, right.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-52680120960276776232008-05-15T12:13:00.000-07:002008-05-15T12:21:22.412-07:00Sturgis...day eleven<span style="font-family: courier new;">the longer i'm here the more i understand how i want treat people who are very sick and how i want to behave if ever i get really sick too.<br /><br />today we have many things going on. AK gets her drains out in Rapid City, Kelly and Kenna have soccer, Kenna has a band concert...<br />yesterday Tip graduated from kindergarten! Kenna, Kelly, U.Scott and I went to his program/graduation and watched him sing and receive a little certificate. we arrived home and had a small icecream party. we smiled lots and had a happy time.<br />i'm glad to make the home happy right now...happy and real.<br /><br />another thing i learn more about is how i want to raise my children. the kids look for boundaries. they push to do what they want but then really want someone to tell them what they can and cannot do. as many kids as i have taken care of in my life...i've learned a thing or two about what kind of parent i want to be. i hope i can remember it when i actually have kids!<br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-4591070493432851162008-05-14T08:13:00.000-07:002008-05-14T08:29:39.374-07:00Sturgis...day ten<span style="font-family: courier new;">i'm sitting in the livingroom with aunt Karen. she came downstairs this morning after a good night sleep. she's looking more genki and cheery (that's her word). it's a nice morning. cloudy but not snowy or rainy. the city came and fixed the grass that they tore up with the snowplow. the dogs are lying around the livingroom happy to be inside. i haven't been letting them in the house very often. :) slim came up to me sniffing me and i said "go away, slim. you're in my personal space. i have a large personal space when it comes to doggies." he just looked at me and walked away. :) i think he got it.<br /><br />so, new plan. on the 21st i'm flying with Aunt Karen to Rochester to go to appointments at Mayo. i'm so excited to see Mayo and see all of the nurses and doctors involved in AK's care. one of AK's friends had miles that she wanted to get tickets for AK if she needed to fly to Mayo. we need to go out there again because she needs to have her follow-up but she isn't going to be able to drive all those hours. so, she's flying and i'm her personal assistant!!<br /><br />fun times!<br /><br />happy day to yous!<br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-62730622728519291952008-05-11T14:11:00.000-07:002008-05-11T14:18:00.673-07:00Sturgis...day seven<span style="font-family: courier new;">It's sunny today and warm. We went from a walk to the grocery store in coats and hats and gloves (yesterday) to a picnic in shorts and teeshirts and flip-flops(today). Wild weather. I'm waiting for the homecoming of mom and aunt Karen. I'm needing some adult company. Kids are fun but I need some intelligent conversation now. And the small-talk with strangers is getting old too. I also realized that I am definitely a "city girl". The scenery is nice but this small town is...well...small. I miss the city. After only 7 days...<br /><br />I drive along here and think about traveling West in the old days in a covered wagon. This place makes you think of the US history from 5th grade. Indians, buffalo, covered wagons... all that.<br /><br />I love Washington! :)<br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-89415570190306529102008-05-10T12:23:00.000-07:002008-05-10T12:31:50.653-07:00Sturgis...day six<span style="font-family: courier new;">Another day in Sturgis. Snow...in May? We woke up today to find a white world outside. Slowly it was getting warmer and today we were expecting to go to Kelly's soccer tournament. I suppose we were expecting sun or at the most clouds. But when Tip woke us up (by snapping) and we looked out the window a surprise was waiting for us. So, no soccer for anyone. We are inside...warm...drawing some more shrinky dinks. Good thing we traveled all the way to Rapid City yesterday to get two more packs of shrinky dinks. I think it's the kids' new favorite thing to do. I actually really like it myself. But after a soccer ball, an mac apple sign, a crane, an airplane, and joan of arc I think I am going back to reading Saunders and answering NCLEX questions about IV medications, blood products, safety, and biochemical warfare. I'm kind of slacking in the study department. Ah well. I don't even have a test date yet!<br /><br />Today's tasks include going to the grocery store and making a welcome home poster and cleaning the house, again. oh...and make banana bread with the heaps of frozen bananas. Fun times!<br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-72572514831927427342008-05-09T07:28:00.000-07:002008-05-09T07:44:06.500-07:00Sturgis...day four<span style="font-family: courier new;">So because I had not made up my mind yet I decided this morning that I wouldn't have any animals when I have a house. After cleaning up two throw-ups and one poop from three of the animals in this house I made my decision. Animals are best in the zoo or in a fish tank (or at my parents' or siblings' or friends' homes). That was my final decision. Now I will not be swayed into thinking that dogs and cats make good pets.<br /><br />Last night I thought there would be a battle with spinach but since I cooked it the Japanese way (with shoyu and mirin) Tipper ate it, pretended he didn't like it, asked if he "had" to eat the second bite, and quickly popped it in his mouth when I said yes. No fuss or nothing. Too bad he likes spinach now. He's going to be quite the vegetable eater after this week. Carrots and spinach in one day.<br /><br />We found some more shrinky dink paper. The kids LOVE shrinky dink. We're going into Rapid City to the craft store to see if we can find anymore. That is between school and soccer practice. Hopefully we can make it there and back.<br /><br />I am also very thankful that I only have one dad. The girls' dad all of a sudden stated that he is going to drive up to see the girls tonight and take them to dinner and watch their soccer games tomorrow. That is after McKenna got up her courage to tell him that she would rather he didn't because it is "mom's weekend." She cried last night saying that she told him what she wanted for the first time and he didn't even respect it. I was angry with him and felt so sorry for her...told her she had done a good job and I was so sorry she had to stand up for herself to strong men who did not respect her boundaries. I am thankful for my dad who listens to me and taught me that my "no" has authority. Poor dear girl. Always putting on a happy, kind face to everyone and never standing up for herself.<br /><br />I've decided that I need to make sure that the oldest child doesn't always do all of the work around here. I started to assign some tasks to Kelly and Tipper last night instead of just to Kenna. It's easy to just keep asking her to do everything because she is so willing and able. But the others just get swept up under her kindness and obedience and are not quick to help. I wonder if that happened in our house. I think I can see myself in Kelly. Just sliding around under her sister's kindness and diligence and people never think that she is not as willing. Yeah. I think that might be what happened in our house too. Sorry, Cair. You never got all the praise you deserved for being so good and kind and willing. Maybe Kelly and I still have some hope.<br /><br />Now there is sunshine and the rain has left greener grass and melted snow. It should become summer at last!<br /><br />Happy day in May!<br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-70109525307195950982008-05-08T13:59:00.000-07:002008-05-08T14:04:33.538-07:00goodbye xanga.<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;font-family:georgia;" >I am following my sister's lead because I am confused by xanga as well. It's been too long since I started it and now there are so many things to do on it that I don't quite know what to do. So for the sake of my friends and family to keep up on my happenings and stories I am now moving back to here. Kenji introduced me to this one a couple years ago and now I am moving on from xanga. :) Thanks Carrie (and Kenji)!!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-75996892730993426372008-05-08T13:57:00.001-07:002008-05-08T13:57:41.917-07:00Sturgis...day two<span style="font-family: courier new;">the snow is melted and the sun has come out. it's beginning to feel like springish summer. hurray for spring that i love. </span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">i know why God had us start parenting with babies. i think it's so that you can work up to the schedule of kids. there's a lot going on when the kids are older. soccer, school, band, homework, playing with friends, meals, picking up fund raiser stuff...</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">yesterday i went to Kelly's class with her to watch a video on puberty. there were 30 fourth graders sitting on the ground giggling when the picture of the body maturing came on. the school nurse did a very good job. each little girl got a packet of stuff they need as they go into puberty. it was fun to be there and see what they do. someday i'm going to do the same thing for a class of fourth grade girls. we talked about it afterwards on the drive home. Kenna and Kelly asked some questions.</span><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">i think i love being a nurse already even though i'm not even an RN yet and i haven't worked in the hospital. i love being a nurse because i know what to say in situations that would usually be very awkward. and i love being a nurse because i've learned how to talk to people when they know someone is sick. yeah. it's a good profession. i'm blessed!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-20104749860162126982008-05-08T13:53:00.000-07:002008-05-08T13:58:04.000-07:00Sturgis...day one<span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:100%;" >i'm driving around sturgis, SD in a monster truck.<br />i feel like half hick half soccer mom.<br />today's schedule:<br />school 8:15<br />take McKenna her paper she forgot 9:00<br />pick up Tip 11:15<br />take Tip to neighbor 2:00<br />go to Kelly's school to watch health video 2:30<br />pick up Kenna and Kelly 3:20<br />take Kelly to soccer 3:30<br />pick up Tip 3:40<br />back to soccer field 4:30<br />dinner 5:30<br />homework= research project on Bill something (a midwestern outlaw...or something) and answer questions about the health video.<br /><br />tasks= entertain Tip.<br /><br />i am glad i'm here though.<br />when scary things like mom's surgery are happening it's nice to have someone who will talk about it and not just try to ignore it. someone who will tell you exactly what is going on and what the doctors will do and what mom will look like when she comes home. i'm glad i can be that person. last night the kids all cried a little and told me they're nervous. "it's ok to be nervous" I said. "surgery is scary. i'm glad we can trust that God will take care of her because He loves her. let's pray for her." then we talked about surgery and medicine and cancer and tubes and drains and nurses and doctors and what is a lymph node? how long will it take for the cut to heal? when will mommy's hair come back? what's radiation?<br /><br />kids are so strong...but it's hard to see your mom sick.<br /><br />pray for aunt Karen...for healing and comfort<br />and pray for McKenna, Kelly, and Tip...for peace<br />and pray for uncle Scott...to understand, to face reality<br /><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547767203131542792.post-76315177872420510052008-05-08T13:46:00.000-07:002008-05-08T13:59:43.723-07:00new season<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-family: courier new;">starting a new season with a new blog site. </span><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17841821663345584912noreply@blogger.com0