Wednesday the children came over. In between chomping on popcorn and playing monopoly, there was a commentary happening abut a girl from their school.
Enosha: "She is so ugly- she look like Hello Kitty!"
LeLe: "Girl, don't be talking about "Hello, Kitty!" "Hello Kitty" is pretty... what are you talking about?"
TRUE STORY.
Thursday I grabbed a "Big Gulp" at 7-11 on my lunch break. As I was walking back to work, I heard a man on the other side of the street yelling out, "Hey, Big Gulp!" After a few more times, I turned and made eye contact. He started to run across the street, but I turned, said nothing and kept walking. HEY BIG GULP.... REALLY? There's no way I am answering to that!
TRUE STORY.
I forgot that I was supposed to bring snacks for our weekly staff break at work... Happy Half... So I ran to the shop for pizza and Gummi Bears and called it good. That's my style.
TRUE STORY.
I applied to Moody Theological Seminary and Graduate school. Hopefully, I'll be accepted.. that would be embarrassing! :) It will be good to learn again. I do strangely miss it.
TRUE STORY.
My friend Scarlett is coming to visit next week. I am so excited to talk to her. She has been in Hungary for the past year and a while longer. She and I were on the same floor our first 2 years and RA's together the last one. She is a great friend, that friend!
TRUE STORY.
The Christmas season has officially begun. For me, the Andrew Peterson "Behold the Lamb" concert always rings in this "most wonderful time of the year." This year, Alli and I went with Dave and Joscey. It was a blast! WE sat behind a man who wore too much cologne, but we forgave him because we all got to sit together. (Which was quite an accomplishment, thanks to Dave's outgoing personality. Winner.) After the show; Alli, Joscey and I got to talk to Andrew Peterson. While he was signing a book for us, the silence was making me kinda antsy so I started talking. Usually this is a bad decision on my part- HOWEVER, this time it worked out beautifully. I decided to tell him about what a comfort the Resurrection Letters, Vol. 2 CD had been to me during this past year of grieving the loss of my Grandpa. To remember the powerful LIFE we have been given in Jesus is such a gift. It meant alot to me to say that to him in person (even though I had already sent him a fan letter... which he said he remembered. oh yes! And we've run out of time in this blog for that story! Tune in next time... hahaha)
TRUE STORY.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Someday I'll be... part of that world...
At some point I really may run out of blog titles because they all seem to be classic song titles. Oh well, I really cannot help it if the jukebox tune in my head seems to be able to crystallize the moment perfectly.
This one started playing after a friend called to say that she was quasi dating the man of her dreams. Total unnecessary dramatic (even theatrical) response, I know! I was and continue to be so incredibly happy for her.... however (100 points to those of you who saw that coming from a mile away) the timing was... shall we say... LESS than ideal.
That morning I had left home and returned on the Amtrak to Chicago. Despite the fact that my routine and my job and my stuff is all here... it is more and more difficult for me to leave that wonderful field in Michigan where I grew up. I came home to an empty apartment... a small empty apartment... and I was sad. Sad that no puppy dogs were excitedly jumping on me, licking my face and sniffing my butt. Sad that my sister was not turning around from the kitchen sink in her apron. Sad that an episode of Monk was not heard as the door opened. Sad that there was no hug or kiss hello. And then all that sadness overwhelmed me and suddenly I had convinced myself that I would never have any of those things. Convinced that I would always live in this apartment. Convinced that I would work at Moody forever. Convinced that I would never be disciplined enough to save money ( I have no idea what that has to do with anything, but I thought it). Convinced that I would always have a roommate instead of a husband. Convinced that I would never have children. Convinced that I was a loser! Seriously, even reading that back I get depressed. That's just how quickly the mind (hopefully not just my mind) can spiral out of control though.... and then before you know it you are recounting your failures and weakness looking to blame something for what you don't have, simultaneously blowing your nose and pulling out a spoon to take a stab at Ben and Jerry('s). *Ring! Ring!* (Actually, right now my cell phone sounds more like a Mexican Fiesta) So, like I said before... not exactly IDEAL timing.
Hanging up the phone and humming this tune to myself was pretty easy. I tried to be spiritual by turning it into a prayer... "Lord, when will I be... part of that world... when's it my turn?" but honestly that was as much of a disaster as the Mr. Roger's Opera "Bubbleland." It's not that I am unsatisfied with my present circumstances. I actually love my small apartment very much and working at Moody and having a roommate and not saving money. :) It can feel scary though sometimes- like maybe it's not just a season...maybe it's forever. Some kind of heavenly version of a promissory note would be great, a divine IOU.
I (God) owe you (Rachel Elizabeth Monfette) a husband by 2012. Problem solved right? It would be if this had ANYTHING to do with truth or reality... but it doesn't... just a fantasy of mine where I am in control of everything and I get everything I want. Just a really small view of God- one that I can order around and predict His next move. Just the most ungrateful attitude that I could approach God with after He is so incredibly good to me eternally!
Another set of lyrics jump to mind... LeCrae, Don't Wanna Waste My Life. (I realize it's a big jump from cartoon mermaid wearing a shell bra to urban rapper extraordinaire wearing a pair of Nike hightops, but stick with me here.)
See your money, your singleness, marriage, talent, your time/
They’ve been loaned you to show the world that Christ is divine
Maybe it's not the revolutionary thing you thought I oughtta say next, but it has revolutionary ramifications if we truly believe the simple truth packed in those lyrics. When I sing this song I actually sing it a little bit differently (what can I say? I am my father's daughter! We are still arguing over whether it is Cry. Cry, cry cry 96 years or 96 tears...). What I usually sing is
See your money, your singleness, marriage, talent, your time/
They belong to you to show the world that Christ is alive
What if I really believed that my singleness, my empty apartment was on purpose? And not just to keep Ben and Jerry's afloat in the current economy either; but for a purpose as big as showing the world WHO CHRIST IS! That's pretty amazing.
I'm not saying that there's no place for tears when you are in an empty apartment feeling lonely- I would be shooting myself in every vital organ I have if I said that. I'm just saying that God made me a "mermaid" on purpose and I will not go consorting with "Ursula" to try and change that. For one, she is WAY too scary for me to handle! And two, I think she is married to Ben (or Jerry) and I am pretty sure there is some sort of conspiracy going on. The Scare and Spoon feed tactic... OK, I'm done. hahahhaha. so done. but I think you get the point.
This one started playing after a friend called to say that she was quasi dating the man of her dreams. Total unnecessary dramatic (even theatrical) response, I know! I was and continue to be so incredibly happy for her.... however (100 points to those of you who saw that coming from a mile away) the timing was... shall we say... LESS than ideal.
That morning I had left home and returned on the Amtrak to Chicago. Despite the fact that my routine and my job and my stuff is all here... it is more and more difficult for me to leave that wonderful field in Michigan where I grew up. I came home to an empty apartment... a small empty apartment... and I was sad. Sad that no puppy dogs were excitedly jumping on me, licking my face and sniffing my butt. Sad that my sister was not turning around from the kitchen sink in her apron. Sad that an episode of Monk was not heard as the door opened. Sad that there was no hug or kiss hello. And then all that sadness overwhelmed me and suddenly I had convinced myself that I would never have any of those things. Convinced that I would always live in this apartment. Convinced that I would work at Moody forever. Convinced that I would never be disciplined enough to save money ( I have no idea what that has to do with anything, but I thought it). Convinced that I would always have a roommate instead of a husband. Convinced that I would never have children. Convinced that I was a loser! Seriously, even reading that back I get depressed. That's just how quickly the mind (hopefully not just my mind) can spiral out of control though.... and then before you know it you are recounting your failures and weakness looking to blame something for what you don't have, simultaneously blowing your nose and pulling out a spoon to take a stab at Ben and Jerry('s). *Ring! Ring!* (Actually, right now my cell phone sounds more like a Mexican Fiesta) So, like I said before... not exactly IDEAL timing.
Hanging up the phone and humming this tune to myself was pretty easy. I tried to be spiritual by turning it into a prayer... "Lord, when will I be... part of that world... when's it my turn?" but honestly that was as much of a disaster as the Mr. Roger's Opera "Bubbleland." It's not that I am unsatisfied with my present circumstances. I actually love my small apartment very much and working at Moody and having a roommate and not saving money. :) It can feel scary though sometimes- like maybe it's not just a season...maybe it's forever. Some kind of heavenly version of a promissory note would be great, a divine IOU.
I (God) owe you (Rachel Elizabeth Monfette) a husband by 2012. Problem solved right? It would be if this had ANYTHING to do with truth or reality... but it doesn't... just a fantasy of mine where I am in control of everything and I get everything I want. Just a really small view of God- one that I can order around and predict His next move. Just the most ungrateful attitude that I could approach God with after He is so incredibly good to me eternally!
Another set of lyrics jump to mind... LeCrae, Don't Wanna Waste My Life. (I realize it's a big jump from cartoon mermaid wearing a shell bra to urban rapper extraordinaire wearing a pair of Nike hightops, but stick with me here.)
See your money, your singleness, marriage, talent, your time/
They’ve been loaned you to show the world that Christ is divine
Maybe it's not the revolutionary thing you thought I oughtta say next, but it has revolutionary ramifications if we truly believe the simple truth packed in those lyrics. When I sing this song I actually sing it a little bit differently (what can I say? I am my father's daughter! We are still arguing over whether it is Cry. Cry, cry cry 96 years or 96 tears...). What I usually sing is
See your money, your singleness, marriage, talent, your time/
They belong to you to show the world that Christ is alive
What if I really believed that my singleness, my empty apartment was on purpose? And not just to keep Ben and Jerry's afloat in the current economy either; but for a purpose as big as showing the world WHO CHRIST IS! That's pretty amazing.
I'm not saying that there's no place for tears when you are in an empty apartment feeling lonely- I would be shooting myself in every vital organ I have if I said that. I'm just saying that God made me a "mermaid" on purpose and I will not go consorting with "Ursula" to try and change that. For one, she is WAY too scary for me to handle! And two, I think she is married to Ben (or Jerry) and I am pretty sure there is some sort of conspiracy going on. The Scare and Spoon feed tactic... OK, I'm done. hahahhaha. so done. but I think you get the point.
Monday, November 30, 2009
You know you're a Monfette when...
1. it takes your Dad 20 minutes to get through the first question of the "What kind of flirt?" test because he is analyzing the 1 sentence scenario. Scooting to Forever 21 to score a skirt is kinda complicated. :) (He's a fab flirter, as am I, if you were wondering!Half the family was Hushed Hunnies and thankfully no Man Eating MaMa's among us!)
2. you try to give your 54 year old father the "What kind of flirt are you?" pre-teen magazine test in the first place.
3. the instructions your family gives about the new pepper grinder sound something like this: "Righty, grindy" We have all yet to figure out what Lefty is...
4. you puke all over the back of the mini van affectionately known as "the Bomber." (yeah, that was me... who knew I still get car sick?)
5. you ride the train from hades with people who claim not to be from "Sagi-nasty" and stand up and ask the whole car (which smells like garbage) if anyone is bothered by their laptops blaring their movies, with a scary couple who stares at you across the aisle and asks if you have a headache when you scratch your temple randomly.... creeper!
6. you laugh out loud at a man wearing a Bob Dylan shirt who asks a girl on the train at 7:30am if he can "slide in" and then does not stop talking for an hour.... hahahhaha! poor girl. Shut it Bob!
7. you and your Mom sit in "the Bomber" (contaminated with puke) laughing so hard tears are rolling down your face because you are watching 8 grown men try to set up a gigantic Christmas tree in downtown Armada. As hard as they heaved on that rope, and as good as they looked in their Carhart onsies... they just could not get the job done!
2. you try to give your 54 year old father the "What kind of flirt are you?" pre-teen magazine test in the first place.
3. the instructions your family gives about the new pepper grinder sound something like this: "Righty, grindy" We have all yet to figure out what Lefty is...
4. you puke all over the back of the mini van affectionately known as "the Bomber." (yeah, that was me... who knew I still get car sick?)
5. you ride the train from hades with people who claim not to be from "Sagi-nasty" and stand up and ask the whole car (which smells like garbage) if anyone is bothered by their laptops blaring their movies, with a scary couple who stares at you across the aisle and asks if you have a headache when you scratch your temple randomly.... creeper!
6. you laugh out loud at a man wearing a Bob Dylan shirt who asks a girl on the train at 7:30am if he can "slide in" and then does not stop talking for an hour.... hahahhaha! poor girl. Shut it Bob!
7. you and your Mom sit in "the Bomber" (contaminated with puke) laughing so hard tears are rolling down your face because you are watching 8 grown men try to set up a gigantic Christmas tree in downtown Armada. As hard as they heaved on that rope, and as good as they looked in their Carhart onsies... they just could not get the job done!
HOW BIZARRE
Today I retrieved the pile of mail waiting for me after being away from work for almost 2 weeks. In the pile was the latest copy of the Moody student newspaper. On the front cover was story about the release of an upcoming Christian movie that included a picture of a man in a penguin suit standing next to a bearded man. A bearded man that I used to know. And actually even used to love. A man I haven't talked to since last March when I told him that and he didn't return the sentiments. Ouch! Of all the places in the world for his beautiful face to appear.... how how how did it end up on the cover of the Moody student newspaper?!
Every time I look around.... baby baby ... you're making me crazy... how bizarre!
Every time I look around.... baby baby ... you're making me crazy... how bizarre!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Doing the Hokey Pokey
These things each could probably have had their own blog post; but I was too lazy/busy to write them and so are now just a list you can ask me for more details about later:
1. "The pretty one" at work told me that my hair looked good the other day when it was greasy and un-styled. :) Yes... I am a force to be reckoned with.
2. I went to my first grad school class. Maybe it's not as exciting as it sounds. Kaits and I are considering taking a Moody Grad class so we visited one tonight. It was Dr. Thrasher's class about prayer and we spent the whole hour praying together which was very refreshing. I've never met Dr. Thrasher, but I just received a free book yesterday that he had written. And that one time when I talked to Dwight Edwards (love of my heart!) he said that he knew Bill Thrasher. I also learned that there are a whole lotta good looking men there. Just sayin.
3. There are some things in life that just don't mix. Like sardines and orange juice. Like Star Wars and My Little Pony. Like me shouting up to a window of an apartment in Cabrini that I brought cash.
4. It's NO SHAVE NOVEMBER! This is a month that I can really, REALLY appreciate. Men, feel free to continue the occasion into the new year.... Furry February anyone??
5. I bought musical cards today. And that made me so happy! One played the chicken dance- which I may have actually done in my co-workers office (minus the butt wiggling. :) I just added some extra claps.) The other one played Gloria Estefan singing "Get on your feet"
6. I think have a stalker. Her picture is below - BEWARE! Actually I know her and love her. And she has a blog you should read now.
7. Phil the Trainer. Like a joke with bad timing....(My mom makes bread!) Phil is from 2 weeks ago computer software training at work. He had alot of interesting memory tricks... such as referring to certain icons within the program as "eye candy" and calling my co-worker a sugar daddy. :) these are the things blogs are made of folks.
8. Update on my love life: I tried to talk to Baldie the other night. We ended up talking about HANGERS! Not even the interesting kind that house airplanes. Oh no... the regular old triangular shaped ones that you hang your coat on in a closet. epic fail!
8. The Bluewater #364 train is pulling out of Union station tomorrow with me on board! I am headed home for Thanksgiving. It feels surreal... I am not quite ready for this time of year. I am glad to be going home for awhile to be with family and friends, but I am also apprehensive about the raw emotions these familiar people and places bring. The 1 year anniversary of my grandpa's death is approaching much quicker than I would like. In so many ways, I can celebrate the Lord's faithfulness. I am OK a year later... I didn't think that was possible last Thanksgiving. Still the pain of death's separation stings. I also have not talked to my grandpa in a year or heard him laugh or say my name, have not heard one of his jokes or watched him tinker in the garage, have not hugged him or said goodnight to him. Realities that seemed to be so routine a little over a year ago- I miss those sweet moments.
1. "The pretty one" at work told me that my hair looked good the other day when it was greasy and un-styled. :) Yes... I am a force to be reckoned with.
2. I went to my first grad school class. Maybe it's not as exciting as it sounds. Kaits and I are considering taking a Moody Grad class so we visited one tonight. It was Dr. Thrasher's class about prayer and we spent the whole hour praying together which was very refreshing. I've never met Dr. Thrasher, but I just received a free book yesterday that he had written. And that one time when I talked to Dwight Edwards (love of my heart!) he said that he knew Bill Thrasher. I also learned that there are a whole lotta good looking men there. Just sayin.
3. There are some things in life that just don't mix. Like sardines and orange juice. Like Star Wars and My Little Pony. Like me shouting up to a window of an apartment in Cabrini that I brought cash.
4. It's NO SHAVE NOVEMBER! This is a month that I can really, REALLY appreciate. Men, feel free to continue the occasion into the new year.... Furry February anyone??
5. I bought musical cards today. And that made me so happy! One played the chicken dance- which I may have actually done in my co-workers office (minus the butt wiggling. :) I just added some extra claps.) The other one played Gloria Estefan singing "Get on your feet"
6. I think have a stalker. Her picture is below - BEWARE! Actually I know her and love her. And she has a blog you should read now.
7. Phil the Trainer. Like a joke with bad timing....(My mom makes bread!) Phil is from 2 weeks ago computer software training at work. He had alot of interesting memory tricks... such as referring to certain icons within the program as "eye candy" and calling my co-worker a sugar daddy. :) these are the things blogs are made of folks.
8. Update on my love life: I tried to talk to Baldie the other night. We ended up talking about HANGERS! Not even the interesting kind that house airplanes. Oh no... the regular old triangular shaped ones that you hang your coat on in a closet. epic fail!
8. The Bluewater #364 train is pulling out of Union station tomorrow with me on board! I am headed home for Thanksgiving. It feels surreal... I am not quite ready for this time of year. I am glad to be going home for awhile to be with family and friends, but I am also apprehensive about the raw emotions these familiar people and places bring. The 1 year anniversary of my grandpa's death is approaching much quicker than I would like. In so many ways, I can celebrate the Lord's faithfulness. I am OK a year later... I didn't think that was possible last Thanksgiving. Still the pain of death's separation stings. I also have not talked to my grandpa in a year or heard him laugh or say my name, have not heard one of his jokes or watched him tinker in the garage, have not hugged him or said goodnight to him. Realities that seemed to be so routine a little over a year ago- I miss those sweet moments.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Goodbye Pi-Yo, Hello Joe!
Pi-Yo, Bye-Yo
Tuesday morning Alli and I met at Woman's Workout World. I was late. As usual, the CTA gave me a hard time. As usual, it won the skirmish and as usual, dropped me off somewhere further away from the gym than I intended to be. When I came running in, my dear friend had a mat set up for me. Things looked a little different than the last time I had been there.
1. Alli and I were positioned dead center right behind the teacher.
2. There was a different teacher.
3. There were exercise balls in front of everyone's mat.
Hmmmm. Apparently, in the moments before my arrival the substitute teacher announced to the class that she did not indeed know Pi-Yo and so she was going to teach us Kickin' Core Ball instead. Alli and I are not ones to back down from a challenge, so we decided to try it out. And TRY we did. We positioned the ball between our knees as instructed and flailed about attempting to keep up with the rapid fire sequence of squats and kicks and punches and clapping! (yelling hi-ya comes in the next level if I remember correctly!) I have to admit, it is much harder to follow along when you are laughing so hard you cannot keep your eyes open or get your breath. I couldn't help myself though.... my exercise ball kept rolling away and I got in trouble with Sparky (Alli's affectionate name for the class leader) for not bringing shoes to a high-impact workout! After literally 5 minutes of this embarrassing hysteria invoking shenanigan of a work out, Alli leaned over to see if coffee might be more our pace for this AM. So we put away our mats and gave our exercise balls to poor souls coming in even later than me. Don't hate, you would have left too, if it happened to you! And really it worked out much to our advantage, we got to say we went to the gym that morning, we enjoyed a cup of coffee (more like dessert for me) made by a very fine looking young man named Joe and had a great conversation on the outdoor patio between brown line trains coming and going. Hooray for adventures!
Seen & Heard on the Streets:
- I saw a police officer on a 4 wheeler pull over car today in downtown Chicago. I would like to ask that man just what angle he plans to use when explaining the situation to his wife... :)
- Earlier this week I walked past this very professional business woman, talking loudly on her phone. She said, "So then I text my Dad that I was as lesbian...." and the rest was out of earshot. Text, really?
- 2 college age guys were on their way to 7-11 to pick up a beer pong kit (OK, I don't know that's where they were going, but I do know those kits are being sold there now. hahaha) One was talking about an awful date he had been on recently. He confessed, "I am only funny I guess when I am alone!" ba-dum-ch!
- Imagine a woman looking like a hot mess at 6:30am at a Starbucks in the loop- like she just came from trying to work out. She's laughing pretty close to uncontrollably and when she is able to take a breath and speak, the words come out fast and much too loud. "I couldn't even keep that ball between my knees!" Congratulations, you just shared TMI. (Confession: That one was me- in the context of trying to follow along in Kicking Core Ball with Sparky. Oops!
Tuesday morning Alli and I met at Woman's Workout World. I was late. As usual, the CTA gave me a hard time. As usual, it won the skirmish and as usual, dropped me off somewhere further away from the gym than I intended to be. When I came running in, my dear friend had a mat set up for me. Things looked a little different than the last time I had been there.
1. Alli and I were positioned dead center right behind the teacher.
2. There was a different teacher.
3. There were exercise balls in front of everyone's mat.
Hmmmm. Apparently, in the moments before my arrival the substitute teacher announced to the class that she did not indeed know Pi-Yo and so she was going to teach us Kickin' Core Ball instead. Alli and I are not ones to back down from a challenge, so we decided to try it out. And TRY we did. We positioned the ball between our knees as instructed and flailed about attempting to keep up with the rapid fire sequence of squats and kicks and punches and clapping! (yelling hi-ya comes in the next level if I remember correctly!) I have to admit, it is much harder to follow along when you are laughing so hard you cannot keep your eyes open or get your breath. I couldn't help myself though.... my exercise ball kept rolling away and I got in trouble with Sparky (Alli's affectionate name for the class leader) for not bringing shoes to a high-impact workout! After literally 5 minutes of this embarrassing hysteria invoking shenanigan of a work out, Alli leaned over to see if coffee might be more our pace for this AM. So we put away our mats and gave our exercise balls to poor souls coming in even later than me. Don't hate, you would have left too, if it happened to you! And really it worked out much to our advantage, we got to say we went to the gym that morning, we enjoyed a cup of coffee (more like dessert for me) made by a very fine looking young man named Joe and had a great conversation on the outdoor patio between brown line trains coming and going. Hooray for adventures!
Seen & Heard on the Streets:
- I saw a police officer on a 4 wheeler pull over car today in downtown Chicago. I would like to ask that man just what angle he plans to use when explaining the situation to his wife... :)
- Earlier this week I walked past this very professional business woman, talking loudly on her phone. She said, "So then I text my Dad that I was as lesbian...." and the rest was out of earshot. Text, really?
- 2 college age guys were on their way to 7-11 to pick up a beer pong kit (OK, I don't know that's where they were going, but I do know those kits are being sold there now. hahaha) One was talking about an awful date he had been on recently. He confessed, "I am only funny I guess when I am alone!" ba-dum-ch!
- Imagine a woman looking like a hot mess at 6:30am at a Starbucks in the loop- like she just came from trying to work out. She's laughing pretty close to uncontrollably and when she is able to take a breath and speak, the words come out fast and much too loud. "I couldn't even keep that ball between my knees!" Congratulations, you just shared TMI. (Confession: That one was me- in the context of trying to follow along in Kicking Core Ball with Sparky. Oops!
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Couldn't be Happier
'We will rock you' or 'Eye of the Tiger' would have been more appropriate since I was at Moody's North/South football game last night. But instead sweet, perky, unconvinced lyrics from WICKED kept playing through my head. I was pretty happy though. :) And understandably so...
I could not have been happier to be standing on the crowded bleachers ringing my Moody Alumni Association cowbell!
I could not have been happier to be jumping and singing and laughing with AUBREY MARTIN! She is a pretty amazing woman... and I'm glad we are friends. and reads my blog. :)
I could not have been happier to have gummy bears in one coat pocket and pistachios in another to snack on!
I could not have been happier to see how much Moody is changing.... for good (sorry I couldn't resist another 'wicked' song reference.) Live band, hot wings, a unified crowd, a president on the field playing, boys with letters painted on their chest, MBI issue cowbells and thunder sticks, etc. O yeah, Big Moody!
I could not have been happier to have spent the past 3 days with my family. I love them so much and miss them when we are separated by the entire state of Michigan and some of Indiana.
I could not have been happier to spend a night in with them playing games and eating snacks and drinking pop just like we were home. And to have friends like Donald and Joe and Kaits there too.
I could not have been happier to pick out a movie to watch with my sisters that was not a TOTAL dud. You may not know, but I have quite a reputation for picking (to put it mildly) stinkers....movies where the wife of the neighbor is found under their porch by small children, where the father dies and comes back to support his son as a talking dog, mean girls who push a girl to the brink of suicide, 4 office workers who live a meaningless existence watching the clock. No need to further explain my outburst of joy. :)
I could not have been happier to sleep in this morning until 7:50am. Seriously, who could ever have imagined that in 2 weeks that is the latest I would have slept? Incredible that I have not lost control of my bodily functions. yet.
I could not have been happier to run with Raven this morning and get to know more about who she is and encourage her about the 5K next Saturday.
I could not have been happier to finally arrive home today. Without Kaits to protect me, the CTA hurled all it's ugly hatred at me. I tried 3 different routes home and missed 3 buses... total defeat.
I could not have been happier to shower and shave my legs today.
I could not have been happier to spend two hours at an outdoor table of Starbucks with Chaim Potok. LOVE that man.
I could not have been happier to walk past Mary Mary today (this REALLY eccentric store around the corner from my house that is always blaring classic rock power ballads of the 80's and 90's). They had the Christmas decor out and all of it was sparkly.... I wholeheartedly approve. AND the sign out front read, "Shopping is your patriotic duty. It stimulates the economy." hhahahhahahahahhahahaha! Good angle Mary (Mary)!
I could not have been happier to receive the LORD's forgiveness after trying to find happiness outside of Him this afternoon.
I could not have been happier to finally clean out our supply closet that has been in shambles for awhile. (This may be due in part to the fact that I have not yet done this... but am planning to tonight. Depending on what I find, there may be another whole post dedicated to it. :) you never know...)
I could not have been happier to be standing on the crowded bleachers ringing my Moody Alumni Association cowbell!
I could not have been happier to be jumping and singing and laughing with AUBREY MARTIN! She is a pretty amazing woman... and I'm glad we are friends. and reads my blog. :)
I could not have been happier to have gummy bears in one coat pocket and pistachios in another to snack on!
I could not have been happier to see how much Moody is changing.... for good (sorry I couldn't resist another 'wicked' song reference.) Live band, hot wings, a unified crowd, a president on the field playing, boys with letters painted on their chest, MBI issue cowbells and thunder sticks, etc. O yeah, Big Moody!
I could not have been happier to have spent the past 3 days with my family. I love them so much and miss them when we are separated by the entire state of Michigan and some of Indiana.
I could not have been happier to spend a night in with them playing games and eating snacks and drinking pop just like we were home. And to have friends like Donald and Joe and Kaits there too.
I could not have been happier to pick out a movie to watch with my sisters that was not a TOTAL dud. You may not know, but I have quite a reputation for picking (to put it mildly) stinkers....movies where the wife of the neighbor is found under their porch by small children, where the father dies and comes back to support his son as a talking dog, mean girls who push a girl to the brink of suicide, 4 office workers who live a meaningless existence watching the clock. No need to further explain my outburst of joy. :)
I could not have been happier to sleep in this morning until 7:50am. Seriously, who could ever have imagined that in 2 weeks that is the latest I would have slept? Incredible that I have not lost control of my bodily functions. yet.
I could not have been happier to run with Raven this morning and get to know more about who she is and encourage her about the 5K next Saturday.
I could not have been happier to finally arrive home today. Without Kaits to protect me, the CTA hurled all it's ugly hatred at me. I tried 3 different routes home and missed 3 buses... total defeat.
I could not have been happier to shower and shave my legs today.
I could not have been happier to spend two hours at an outdoor table of Starbucks with Chaim Potok. LOVE that man.
I could not have been happier to walk past Mary Mary today (this REALLY eccentric store around the corner from my house that is always blaring classic rock power ballads of the 80's and 90's). They had the Christmas decor out and all of it was sparkly.... I wholeheartedly approve. AND the sign out front read, "Shopping is your patriotic duty. It stimulates the economy." hhahahhahahahahhahahaha! Good angle Mary (Mary)!
I could not have been happier to receive the LORD's forgiveness after trying to find happiness outside of Him this afternoon.
I could not have been happier to finally clean out our supply closet that has been in shambles for awhile. (This may be due in part to the fact that I have not yet done this... but am planning to tonight. Depending on what I find, there may be another whole post dedicated to it. :) you never know...)
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