Two ways...

Tina made a really good observation tonight.  She was telling me some about her and Jenny's trip to D.C./NYC.  The following conversation is paraphrased.

Tina: I go to D.C. see many bodies of the Jew people.

Me: The Holocaust museum?

Tina: Yes.  Many, many dead people everywhere, in garbage.  

Me: Yes, it was horrible.

Tina: Before we go to Arlington Cemetery...The feeling is very different.  Like these people are go to Heaven, and Jew people are go to Hell. [meant in a poetic way...Tina is very poetic] The people same dead...Why is so different?

Isn't that an interesting contrast?  Arlington to Holocaust....and yet, it is what occurs after death (before burial, in this case) that truly determines whether or not a person is to be eternally pitied or "envied".  And no one makes that judgment but God...

Then Tina went on to ask more common questions...

But then I think, "Where is God?"  You say God plan everything.  Why He let these terrible things happen?

(Sigh...) Ah, yes.  Free will.  Loving and obeying God is a choice.  It was a conversation full of reminders and good thoughts.

Freeloading

Unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall much be required.  Luke 12:48

I have been given everything.  So lately I have been telling God that I am finally committing to giving everything back.

...But it seems like when I say that (before any serious action is taken), I am really hoping God will reply, "Oh, you are so good and faithful...thank you for saying that...Here are more rewards."

Now, I know that if I really did give Him everything back (is that even humanly possible?), He probably would give me more (and He might even if I didn't) because He is so unfathomably gracious like that.  But the point is that I seem to be rarely genuine when praying that prayer...my motives may be skewed, imagine that...  I make the promise, but when God tells me what He requires of me, I shy away.

That is a common Christian sob story, one that can easily be consoled by a blanket of rationalization...it's human nature, after all... But comforting coverings like blankets generally don't hold up under fire.  Instead, I need to look for a solution that is solid and secure...but may not feel quite so warm and fuzzy...............

I'm going to halt this train of thought right now before it derails and careens irrevocably into The Ravine of Nonsensical and Disjointed Metaphor.

                                                                                    ...although that sounds like a magical place

I just really, truly pray to be used this year, and that I won't let myself get in the way of any plans God has.

Not all posts are created equal

Despair.com, I have no idea what you're talking about...

Must. do. something. with. Sunday School bulletin board.

Abrupt topic change: You know the thing about school speech therapists?  They generally like to talk... a lot.  Everyone at work tells me I am really quiet. I get sympathy when I take a later lunch and "have to" eat alone outside. :)  What can I say?  The value of silence and solitude is lost on some people.  I do enjoy your company but...I'm good with not talking. I'm okay with listening to you talk, but...don't make me.  It's times like those (among many others) that I really appreciate the U of I YG.

Work is going pretty well, though, in case you were wondering.

Time to resort to another bulleted list?

Maybe not.

But the gaps of time between postings are getting long...

Let's begin from.....August 2.
That was the last day of my internship at Heartland Health Care.  And it was a happy day.  I do miss some of my patients, though, and hope to visit them soon via a nursing home singing. :)

After August 2, I had a 9-day break from anything resembling employment, the first two days of which were spent working through the aforementioned mounds of paperwork.  No more Stepford hair lady, comatose guy, or wind-up monkey toy.  I currently await the arrival of my license from the Illinois Department of Professional and Financial Regulation, though.....which is always a fun and exciting process (catch the sarcasm there?).

August 26th? I didn't know that.  That's a good date.

I went to EP on Friday evening and....don't remember what happened.  I think I talked to mom and dad, ate a hamburger, and went to bed.  Oh yeah, I did a sudoku and 3/4 of a crossword puzzle.  (Don't want to leave out any details here.)  The El Paso Journal contains puzzles now!  That is very exciting.

 This just popped up on Google Images. In case there was any doubt that El Paso, IL was in the middle of IL.

On Saturday was when the real excitement began.  Andrea, Melissa, and I had a picnic!  Andrea four-wheelered us out to the middle of nowhere (ok, DEEP in Dudleys' back 40) by a cornfield by the Mackinaw, and it was a lovely lunch.  It would be worth mentioning at any time.....but was especially exciting this time because ANDREA was home from OMAN.  And she had really cool stories and pictures.  And plus it was just fantastic to see her.  I would put up one of her pictures (I could snip one from the newsletter thing she sent out), but Andrea actually reads this blog, and she would thing that was creepy.  Which it would be. 

I'll do this instead.  Compromise. :)

 Before our picnic, Andrea and I went into EP to buy some corn from the corner and go to IGA.  On our way to the corn corner we ran into the parade of St. Jude Runners, which was cool.  We stopped for them and waved.  Then, at IGA, we saw a bunch of people we know selling pork chop sandwiches that we proceeded to purchase.  (We purchased the sandwiches...not the people.  I believe I dangled the correct participle, but you can never be too sure about these things...)  And of course we had to shout a hullo to the IGA bank people and chat with another lady Andrea knew at the deli.....and, of course, we ran into the St. Jude runners again on our way home.  Haha....I do love Saturday mornings in El Paso.

Now I'm just using random images to make the text not seem so long....is it working?  Didn't think so.

I spent the rest of Saturday cooking/baking lots of food for Erica's baby shower.  I made way, way too much food....but that's just the Drake family way.  And the AC way.  And I am both.  Haha.  

Babycake :)

Dear friends

The shower was awesome.  Yup.  Then after the shower (Sunday night) I went to Jim's office and he made me a night-time bite guard thingy so I don't grind my teeth down to nothing.  It was a little surreal seeing him with his doctor's mask on sticking goop in my mouth...but he is an excellent dentist. The best, really. :)  (Carl, I am classifying you as an orthodontist....but I don't think you read this, anyhow)

Monday, kids came over to swim.  I also played some autoharp/guitar stuff with grandpa, which has not been done in WAY too long.  And then we saw an awesome rainbow.

Beautiful.

Tuesday, I went to Madison and had a lovely day with Christina, John, Andrew, Laura, and Bridgy.  It was very good.  We went to the park, played legos, played dress-up, jumped on the trampoline, went on a bike ride, and ate some awesome food.  Definitely a good way to spend the day. :)

Wednesday, I got fingerprinted in Danville, and then Melissa gave me a tour of the greater Eastern Illinois Area.  I saw Rossville (the town where I will be working most of the time), which was adorable, and I had some delicious baked lasagna and chocolate creme pie at this little family restaurant there.  Mmmm...  I also got to see Melissa's house, school (the outside), and her school district's credit union.  :)  OK, but seriously...the credit union is AWESOME.  It's in an old house.  Like, picture Lincoln's home with teller windows.  Yeah.  Cool.  Heartland Bank should buy an old house like that *nudge, nudge*.

That brings us to TODAY.  I started my grown-up job today.  It's good.  The people are pretty cool and laid back.  They laugh a lot.  I like that.  People didn't laugh enough at Heartland Health Care.  But, actually, I didn't do anything today.  From a work perspective, it sort of felt like a waste of time to be there.  But, of course, I know it wasn't a waste of time.  I got to know people, and already feel fairly comfortable with them.  It will be a good year.  .....Plus, we went to the Beef House for lunch....so....That certainly counts for something. :)  Yum.  Yes, more creme pie. (Coconut, this time.)

Whew!  This is quite enough for one day.  Tomorrow I am going to Michigan with Amber, Kaleigh, Callie, and Ginny, and we are all HIGHLY looking forward to it.  Yes.  Very much so. 

So...talk to you all later....Drive thru, plz.

More lessons on how to be a grown-up

It involves a lot of paperwork.

I often feel like this woman lately.

(With not-so-Stepford-like hair, of course)

 ...Or possibly this guy:

......Or possibly this wind-up monkey toy.

Now I'm just being silly...

I have written my social security number more times this week than I have the rest of my life put together.

But that's the way the cookie crumbles.

Just one more thing to get used to about being a grown-up.

Also, I finally got a different car.  "Finally" in the sense that I have put it off long enough.

It's a glacier blue CR-V.  I am thankful for it and like it a lot.

However, it always takes me a while to adjust to change...

I kept my license plates.

And if you allude or argue that I should retire BUBBLO7, I will cry a little inside.

So please don't. :)

THREE MORE DAYS AT HEARTLAND HEALTH CARE!

 I start my real job where they pay me on August 11.

Many changes, but they are good things--For that I am thankful.

Necessary things and good.

I am very blessed.

vanity

He that loveth silver shall not be satisfied with silver;

nor he that loveth abundance with increase:

 this is also vanity.

  When goods increase, they are increased that eat them:

AND WHAT GOOD IS THERE TO THE OWNERS THEREOF, 

SAVING THE BEHOLDING OF THEM WITH THEIR EYES

The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much: 

but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to sleep.    

There is a sore evil which I have seen under the sun, 

namely, riches kept for the owners thereof to their hurt.

But those riches perish by evil travail: and he begetteth a son, and there is nothing in his hand. 

AS HE CAME FORTH FROM HIS MOTHER'S WOMB,

naked shall he return to go as he came, 

and shall take nothing of his labour, which he may carry away in his hand.

Ecclesiastes 5.

Lord, how do I best steward YOUR stuff for YOUR glory?

Does it begin, as I suppose, with a spirit of THANKFULNESS,

And not a spirit of guilt for the things i feel i do not deserve?

grant me a thankful spirit, and help me see your purpose.

 

From Lincoln's 2nd inaugural

March 4, 1865.  This snippet can also be found inside the Lincoln Tomb area:

"Neither party expected for the war the magnitude or the duration which it has already attained.
Neither anticipated that the cause of the conflict might cease with or even before the conflict itself should cease.
Each looked for an easier triumph, and a result less fundamental and astounding.
Both read the same Bible and pray to the same God,
and each invokes His aid against the other.
It may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just God's assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men's faces, but let us judge not, that we be not judged. The prayers of both could not be answered.
That of neither has been answered fully. The Almighty has His own purposes.
"Woe unto the world because of offenses; for it must needs be that offenses come, but woe to that man by whom the offense cometh."
If we shall suppose that American slavery is one of those offenses which, in the providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued through His appointed time, He now wills to remove, and that He gives to both North and South this terrible war as the woe due to those by whom the offense came, shall we discern therein any departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a living God always ascribe to Him?
Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bondsman's two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said
"the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether."

Well, this has been a good weekend...

...And it's not even Sunday yet!

Hmm, really, quite the weekend.  I have sum pix 4 u.

Sidenote: I wonder if texting language has impacted the use of "y'all" by teenagers in the Southern states.  There is no one-stroke version of "y'all", so I can only assume that Southern texters use "u" for the second-person plural pronoun, just like us Northerners.  I wonder if this increased usage of you/u by Southerners through texting has generalized to their spoken communication.  If I ever go for a Ph.D., maybe that will be my dissertation. End sidenote.

 Okay,  firstly......CORPSE FLOWER!!!! :) :)

The Corpse Flower is a rare plant stored in a UIUC greenhouse.  It only blooms every 10 years or so and is famous for smelling like death.  My favorite part of the Corpse Flower blooming is that someone had the brilliant idea to install a webcam pointing at passers-by.  I could have sat for hours watching the groups of people sniff the flower, grimace at the flower, pose with the flower while talking on their cell phone so that their buddy at home can do a Print-Screen of the webcam shot...etc.  (What is more pathetic-- standing in line to see a stinky flower on a Friday night, or sitting at home watching a live feed of other people sniffing a stinky flower on a Friday night?)  Personally, I didn't think it really smelled all that bad, as the smell of death goes.


Okay, next day... SPRINGFIELD!!!
Grandpa showed Tina, Jenny, and I around his hometown today.  Everyone agreed it was a truly terrific day. :)

Lincoln's Home

Lincoln's Tomb

we like fountains

Cozy Dog Drive-In "The Birthplace of the Corn Dog" :)

The girls learned more about Honest Abe today than they ever knew there was to know!  And they're hooked.  They have both expressed desires to buy books and learn more. :)

I am particularly glad that Tina went to the museum, because her previous information about Lincoln was....a bit backwards.  She told me, "In my country I learn Lincoln sell slaves, so black man kill Lincoln."

Um.......not quite. And I'm glad we got that cleared up.  :)

Oh, yeah, one of the many nice things about having Grandpa along is that he has a handy-dandy accessible parking tag, so we could park at meters all day long for FREE. Plus, the tag looked oh so natural hanging in the Bubblo....It looked much less idiosyncratic in my Buick than the 23-year-old driver usually does...

Also, Grandpa got quite a bit of storytelling in today, which is always fun.  I forgot how much I enjoy the one that begins with him driving a firetruck, sirens running, down a busy street in the middle of the day.  As he approaches an intersection, he sees a car approaching from a different direction.  "Well, sure, she'll stop; I'm a firetruck, see?" He thinks to himself.  Well, she doesn't stop, and the firetruck hits her.  Grandpa gets out and stick his hands into the window of the woman's car to unlock the door and see if she's okay.  "But I didn't see that she had two little dogs in the car with her.  So I stuck my hands in...[eyebrows raise] and they both bit me."  Haha.  End of story.

In other news (there's always something), Tina's new Bible finally came in, and we are so thankful.  I think this one will work well for her and our church system of me finding the correct place in her Chinese Bible.....  She continues to read her Bible story book and/or her Bible every day, and she really wants to learn.  So continued prayers are appreciated.

Other things could be mentioned, but this seems to be plenty for today.
Goodnight, thetical readers (I can no longer honestly call you hypothetical.....)

Young Group Van?

The time is quickly approaching when I will have to grow up and give back my dad's car.  So what kind of car should I get?

And, NO, I am not getting another white Buick LeSabre.

The Original Bubblo

 #2.  (Grandmother, what a large nose you have...)

 ....Sorry to disappoint.

But what should I get?  With commuting, it really would make sense to get a small-ish car for a change, but then where would I put all my stuff and all my friends??  How can I get good gas mileage and still be able to transport everything that sometimes needs to be transported? ..........

Thus began my search on Craigslist for used vans.  I could get a new little car for myself AND a cheap old van for YG transportation! (And Amber could use it for flower transportation...win, win, WIN.)

This is what I found:
http://chambana.craigslist.org/ctd/2479725022.html

$895.00
'95 >DODGE.GR.CARAVAN 7PASS. VAN...
RUNS GREAT !!
V6 ENGINE...AUTOMATIC TRANSMISSION (REBUILT CRAWFORD TRANSMISSION)
203K MILES
GOOD TIRES & BRAKES
INCLUDES WARRANTY !!

......WhAddYa tHinK?  ;)
Only $895....I'd be happy if the YG fund just chipped in a little for insurance every year...

Okay, I'm not exactly entirely serious.....but it's a fun thought, huh?  Input welcome. :)

The "Amish" boy :)

It turns out that this painting is actually entitled, "French Boy with Dog."  Who knew?  For one, it took me until I was a good 10 years old to realize this painting was of a boy at all.  But I'm getting ahead of myself here.

This painting has been a part of my family since.....some point before I was born.  It held an extremely prominent position in our house on 6th street, and when we built our house at the golf course, special lights were installed in the dining area specifically to illuminate this work of art.  ....But there was a slight problem with this scenario.  You see, Nobody actually likes this painting.

My mom's parents found it in the basement of their church once when the church was getting cleaned out or something.  They gave it to my mom, who cherished it as being a favorite of my grandparents.  This poor French boy faced the constant disdain and criticism of my brothers ever since that time...at least 25 years ago.  Many a heated argument was had over his placement and prominence in the house, but Mom always maintained that she loved the painting because it was a gift from her parents, and they loved it.


Then one day a couple years ago, at some family party, the truth came out.  Poor Mom was defending the painting again, and finally asked Grandma something to the effect of, "Don't you remember this painting?  Don't you love it?"  To which Grandma replied, "Oh, I never really cared much for it....that's why we gave it to you!"  Hahaha....

Since that time, the Amish Boy (as he is endearingly but innacuately referred to) has been removed from his prominent position in the dining area, and is in the process of getting passed around the family.  He magically appeared above Carl and Kristen's fireplace when they moved into their new house, from which he hopped to the bedroom that Matt and Nico use at my parents' house.......Jim and Maureen are moving this weekend.......and Carl made the excellent suggestion that the Amish Boy really needs to make an appearance in their new house.

I heartily agree.

And that is what brought this whole topic to my mind in the first place.

In case you were wondering.  :)