Yeah...soooo...

I guess the word is out. I said....OKAY!

Want to hear the story? Of course, you do. Joey and I are going to tell it two ways: his version and my version. Mine will be long and over detailed.

The first thing you will need to do (see, this story is interactive) is reacquaint yourself with the John Deere Green story I wrote last October. This is the background information. And now...the story.

And now...the story.

I left for Traverse City Saturday morning. The idea was to go up there, hang with the Mazurs, have some heart to hearts with Kate about the battles in my mind, do a lot of praying and then return home early Monday afternoon. My phone would not stop ringing. There were all sorts of issues/problems/dramas going on and for some reason, they were coming my way. Could it have been the prayer I prayed to God the weekend before? "God, please use me as You need to." Wow. I guess He needed to and though it got a little draining emotionally at times for me, the Holy Spirit got me through. So, needless to say, I didn't spend a whole lot of time with myself or with God...but I guess listening to others is a way of helping God...and not talking about your problems all the time is a way of helping yourself. I digress... Joey had been minorly bugging me all week wanting to know when I was coming home Monday. This made me slightly suspicious. When I spoke to him Saturday night and told him I would leave at 11 and be home by 3 on Monday, he said, "no, you'll leave at 8 in the morning and be home by 11." I got off the phone with him, turned to Kate and said, "I think I'm getting engaged on Monday."

Now, I don't mean to make it sound bratty or that I'm really special or something because all of these people were calling me. That wasn't it. I took their phone calls and text messages. I welcomed them. I got a small taste of what it’s like to be a counselor or a pastor. I was pulling on everything I've learned the past three years. It was really amazing to just know God was at work.

I had a nightmare that Saturday night at Kate's. I was in a minor plane crash where everyone survived. The pilot told us to get off the plane while they made some repairs and then we could reboard. When it was time to reboard, my stepmom, who kept changing into my grandmother, didn't want to get on the plane with me. I stated I was a Christian so nothing bad could happen to us. She trusted it and got on the plane with me. This time, the accident was so bad that she was killed. I was horrified because I had talked her into getting on. I woke up really wanting to come home (to Lansing). I knew I was going to leave Kate's on Sunday afternoon. I had decided to on my way up because I wanted to be at the Price's for Melissa and Kyle's going away party. I also felt like I should be in Lansing with everything that was going on.

So, without telling anyone except the Mazurs, I left at 3:00pm. I took 131 home, listened to Joyce the whole time, and made it to the Price's by 7pm. Suzanne explained that Joey was on his way. I got a less than thrilled welcome from him. I think his words were "you brat." I thought it would be a nice surprise and after a couple of hugs, he was fine. See, I didn't know I had just thrown minor wrenches into the plan.

My dad called Joey while we were at the party. This wasn't odd to me because the two of them had gone to the State game together earlier that day. After Joey got off the phone, he said, "your dad is going to call you in about 10 minutes." Now, Joey kind of screwed up here because he failed to mention to my father that I was in town, not in TC.

My dad calls me. "Holly, I can't get a hold of Joey. Could you call him and tell him I need him to come out to the golf course to get my clubs for the bachelor party?" Background info (are you loving this, Kell?): if I hadn't mentioned this before, my grandfather bought a whole lotta land from my grandmother's pa, my great-grandfather. He paid a nickel or something for it. My grandpa tried to farm the land during a drought. He said, screw this and put in one hole of golf. The locals would take turns playing that one hole of golf so grandpa gave Laingsburg, MI a nine hole golf course. In 1994, I worked on the golf course and helped add on 9 more holes. Digressing…

“Dad, why don’t you just bring the clubs to your house in East Lansing so we don’t have to drive out to L-burg?” I asked.
“Well, I need to show him where to put some other stuff for the bachelor party…you know…the beer.”
“Oh…okay…”
“Well, I would tell him myself but I don’t know where he is. Do you?”
“Yeah, he’s standing right next to me.”
“What? Where are you?”
“At our friend Dan’s house…in Lansing.”
“You’re not in TC? Can I talk to Joey for a second?”

So, Joey somehow convinced me it was the Moosehead talking, not my dad. Still, I was suspicious.

That night, I had another nightmare. I dreamt I woke up and there was a bubble gum machine in front of me. Several of them. I could see that one of them had candy in the opening. I lifted the little plastic door and pushed the candy (Skittles I think) out into my hand. There was a ring…but it was made of gold foil. This ring was hideous. I became angry and began to tell whomever was with me that I didn’t want to get married even if everyone else wanted me to. Joey showed up in the dream and I told him I just wasn’t ready. He got upset and told me it was over then because I would never be ready. I woke up in a panic.

By the time Joey picked me up around 10:30, I was convinced I wasn’t supposed to go to the golf course. I just wasn’t ready for this major step. I needed more time. I explained all of this to Joey in tears. But Joey didn’t turn around. He asked me questions, held my hand and was busy formulating Plan B in his head. We got to the four corners of L-Burg. Joey said, “we don’t have to go to the golf course today. We can do whatever you want. Let’s go shopping instead.”

I was surprised. Maybe I had been wrong. Perhaps there wasn’t a mystery at the golf course. “No, we’re already here. Let’s just keep going and see what my dad wants.”

We pulled down the drive to Pine Hills and parked down by the barn my grandfather built. We got out of the car and I asked the kid who works there if he knew where my dad was. “18th Tee” came the answer. Okay. Now, I grew up on this golf course but over the years I have forgotten where every hole is located. I headed for the club house to figure out where the 18th tee was and Joey headed straight for the course.

“Wa-wait,” I said. “You can’t just walk out on a golf course. You could get hit. Let’s go up to the clubhouse.” As I’m saying this, we are climbing the slope toward the parking lot. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a water tower and the word “Joey.” I stopped. I stared straight ahead at the clubhouse. I turned slowly to Joey and saw the nervous look on his face. “What is that?” I said knowing what I had just seen and what it meant.

“Want to go see what it is?” Joey asked. I smiled, took his hand and walked down the hill to the 18th tee, in front of the pond. It was all so surreal. I do remember Joey taking a remote out of his pocket and suddenly John Deere Green was heard over the airwaves of a very quiet golf course. He then got down on his knee and told me he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.

“What about all of the stuff I told you on the way here?” I asked.
“We can take it slow. We will figure it all out together.”
“Pre-marital counseling?”
“Absolutely.”
“Um….(crying now)….okay!”
Kiss, hug and then stories of how he put it together, how he got the ring, how he kept it from me. The ring was nothing like the nightmare. It is a beautiful, platinum ring Joey designed off the cheap ring I’ve been wearing for three years from the Limited. The cheap ring is three rings intertwined. I call it my Trinity ring. So, it was the inspiration for the engagement ring. The diamond is the same diamond Joey was going to give me two years ago before God stepped in and said, “not, yet.” It is such a beautiful gift of love. Truly.

The water tower was made at the Mason High School shop room before Joey left. You can see the little ladder going all the way up. The paint on the water tower is actual John Deere green paint. I guess the whole thing was drying in the Corr’s backyard when I pulled back into town a day early. Ha! Jenny and Peter had set everything up on the golf course that morning. They are so awesome.

After my dad drove up in the golf cart to congratulate us, Joey left to go move the car. I was left alone with God. I prayed and talked to Him. I felt peaceful but still in somewhat of a fog. I thought about how the land I just got engaged on had once belonged to my great-grandfather and my grandfather had realized a dream here when he built the golf course. I, too, had labored on this land by changing the cups, raking sandtraps, laying PVC pipe and other tasks when I had worked there in 1994. My life started down the hill in a trailer that isn’t there anymore. I thought back to my childhood, listening to my grandmother yell, “be careful or you’ll get hit in the head with a golf ball!” I remembered my beloved cat, Fluffy, who was buried in a poison ivy patch. Joey came back and took a picture of me there, with God.

We scheduled an impromptu lunch with my mom, step-dad, sis, bro-in-law, nephew and niece, though most of them already knew. It was all still sinking in for me, though. I was going in and out of shock, I think. I mean, I wasn’t engaged this morning and now I was eating a waffle with a big, sparkly thing on my finger. After lunch, Joey and I went to the Ingham County Jail to see a friend of ours. This friend ended up in jail after doing something deadly serious. Joey was put on the list to visit this guy to let him know we were angry for what he did but we were still going to be there for him. Please pray for this friend of ours who heard the gospel for the first time this week.

After Joey was done talking to him, our friend walked slowly by the glass door and motioned for me to hold up my hand. I did and our friend pumped his fists in the air along with another inmate on his way back to the cell. So, yeah, we got engaged, had lunch, went to jail and were congratulated by two inmates. We drove out to see the girlfriend of the friend in jail. We spent time with her, ministering, listening, advising…and then we were back to being the newly engaged couple, going from house to house (not stranger's homes) telling people of our news. One of my favorite stops was the Hills home. There were five other couples there and they all went around the room telling stories of when they got engaged. We ended the night at R.B.’s, a 93-year-old man Joey prays with every week. R.B. prayed for us and I felt calm, peaceful.

So, there you are. My emotional, long-winded account of getting engaged. We were told by our pastor to “coast” for right now. There will be plenty to plan but for now, we aren’t. I know there will be a lot of happiness coming our way…I’m trusting God on that one. But I know there are going to be hurt feelings, too. There usually are. I pray people are understanding of our wishes and how we want this wedding stuff to go down. Prayers are always welcomed.

Jennwy and I (look out for the frogs behind you, Jenny!)

God, me and the watertower

I have a people poll question: Should I really marry this guy? It is all up to you, loyal readers.

Updates

A few quick updates:

• For those who do not ready Joey's blog, he got a new job at Holt Jr. High School teaching 7th & 8th grade Art. He also is teaching Art Education part time at Alma College. And I have to share something really cool about this story. When Holt offered Joey the position, they did so the day after the interview. To me, that is unheard of. Most times you wait a week at least. That was how impressed the interview panel was with Mr. Corr. There was a catch, of course. He would lose his tenure and start over at Holt. This meant a $3,000 pay cut. Guess how much Alma offered him per semester? God is cool :o)
• Joey's house sold in 2 weeks. He waited on God's timing, accepted the offer, and is now saving a whole lot of money by living with Ma and Pa Corr. It's a big house and everyone is adjusting.
• I'm going away this weekend to stay in TC with Kate. I can't wait because Kate is great. She really was becoming my mentor before they left...wow...a year ago was when they moved.
• I'm signing up for my first 8k next week. Grrrr.....
• The news of the year! My friend Jason and his wife Greta are pregnant with their first baby....I mean...babies...three of them! Please pray for them. They're a little nervous.
• I feel like there is a whole lot more i want to write but I can't reveal too much. I have several friends in painful places right now and I can't save them from it. I can only pray and encourage them to put their faith in God instead of themselves.

Happy Labor Day weekend and Happy Birthday to some cool people who I love dearly: Melissa, Dan and Peter.

OH! I do have some new news! How could I forget? I have a new pastor!!!! Congrats, Dan! I mean, Pastor Dan :o)

In times of crisis

“I want to talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long”
~Kanye West “Jesus Walks”

Recently, I wrote on the now defunct RivBlog about turning to God. Sometimes, we just screw up. We know the right thing to do, trust in our selfish ambition or craving, and end up in a sin cycle. We have felt like we abused God. We crapped on our relationship with Him. We defied Him. We angered Him. How could we turn to Him now that we are in this huge mess?

This is when we think of God as a human. If we had done all of this to a human, they may think twice before helping us out. This is not God.

I was listening to JM the other day and she told about her youngest son, a messy but loveable kid. She and her husband Dave were trying to teach their son to have responsibility. They kept a chart outside the bedroom where they would reward him for cleaning his room. More times than not, the parents found themselves frustrated because their child just didn’t seem to care about the chart or keeping his room clean. He was too busy having fun.

One day, their son was playing outside when the neighborhood bully approached and began to push him around. The son yelled, “Daddy!” When the voice of his son reached the father’s ears, he did run to the chart next to the bedroom to see how his son was doing with his chores. He did not think about how the son had misbehaved an hour before and did not eat his lunch. All he heard was “Daddy!” and the father was gone. He raced to his son’s side and defended him, picked him up off the sidewalk, wiped his tears away and comforted the trembling boy.

How much more does our Heavenly Father love and care for us? We cannot even comprehend. So, when I have felt that I couldn’t turn to God because like Kanye says, “we haven’t spoken in so long,” I shouldn’t think of it in human terms. When I yell “Daddy! Father! Lord!” God has “run” to my side.

And when God calls us? I know when He has directly called me. One time I had several months to prepare. Another time, I had no preparation. I was to stop what I was doing, cancel my plans, change my direction, loose $$, turn back around and go. Just go. At first, I was confused by the call. It hurt deeply because the person God wanted me to help was in so much pain. I couldn’t think straight at first but a deep breath later and a prayer to the Lord…I was on my way with a sad but clear head. My humanness did start to worry but the Holy Spirit would step in and say “just keep going…let Me steer you.” I had some private moments where I broke down. But I just kept going, allowing God to use me. I could actually FEEL Him moving me, using me. It was incredible. And just like that, the crisis was over. I wondered if I had done enough or the right thing and I swear I heard a voice say, “you did what I asked you…I didn’t ask you to do the things you are worried about.”

So I stand by…and wait for the next time…because I know its coming...and I'm willing even when it hurts.

The Crim 2006

Time:28:58
9:20 Mile
16th out of 91 runners my age
586th overall


Thanks for the prayers on my ankle. By mid-morning on Friday, there was no pain. The tendons were a little stiff but the pain was gone. So again, thank you!

JAC and I drove to Flint Saturday morning. We cut it too close. There were so many people down there that it was hard to find a place to park. By the time we got close to the start line, I had 20 minutes to find the registration and packet pick up. Remind me to never pick up my packet the day of the run! I stopped to ask some dudes where the packet pick up was located. “Inside the hotel.” Well, in order to get to the hotel, I had to cross in front of all the 8kers getting ready for their race. There were so many people.

Joey and I split up with me running ahead to get my packet. Upon entering the hotel lobby, I asked a woman standing in the ballroom door where the registration and packet table was located. “Follow the blue line.” So, I followed this %$@ blue line which zig zagged back and forth through all of these displays. I began to run and finally game to the end. Ahhhhh….packets.

I approached the table and confidently gave my name. “You need to give me your number.” “My number?” “Yes, its located on the wall behind me.” Thousands of names were on this list but I found mine.

Now, last weekend when I ran the Shared Pregnancy Center race, I was number 13. My number for this race was like 3,969 or something. Crazy. So, I booked it out to the front of the hotel and my heart was pounding. There was no Joey and I thought the 5kers were lined up ready to start. I began to panic. I asked a woman how to get the chip on my shoe in order to time me. She didn’t know how. Either did I because Joey usually puts it on my shoe. So, I’m freaking out, losing control and the nicest man approaches me and puts the chip on. The race started. Tears were rolling down my face. “I can’t find my boyfriend. I have to run with my sweatshirt, t-shirt and my packet information.” This nice man took my stuff and told me he would check it in at the hotel under my race number. I wiped my face and headed for the race.

I think it was then that two things happened. The first thing was I realized it was the 8k that had just started, not the 5k. So, I went into the hotel and started to stretch. What else could I do? It was then that Joey found me. He gave me my MP3 player and took my ID and bank card. We split up again with him going to find the stuff I had given a total stranger. I headed for the start line…the 5k start line. The second thing that happened was Yi and her dad were waving to me from the bank. I was so relieved to see them. I briefly spoke to her and then joined the runners. A few minutes before the race began, I ran back over to Yi and asked her to pray. Peace and comfort flooded my body. I was okay. Why had I even questioned God?

The race started but because of all the people, I couldn’t get my usual start. It took awhile, with people weaving in and out, running right in front of me (I almost plowed into someone because of it) but I finally broke through the crowd. The adrenaline was pumping. My spirits were lifted. We headed down Kearsly street and I noticed the 8kers coming the other way. I couldn’t help it. I clapped for them and some of them clapped for us. It was kind of like Merrill on Signs: “It just seemed wrong not to swing.” That is how I am when I’m running. I’m smiling, clapping, waving and feel uplifted.

As I rounded a corner, a specific song came on my MP3 player. The lyrics just blew me away.

If tomorrow is Judgment Day
And I'm standing on the front line, mmm...
And the Lord asks me what I did with my life,I will say,
I spent it with you.

I started to cry. The holy spirit was on me. It was so strong that it just lifted me up, gave me peace, joy and I was spilling over in tears. I passed a church whose members were handing out water. They had a huge quote on a banner which said John 4:14 "but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life." I just couldn’t stop smiling and said, “God bless you” as I accepted their glass of water.

It was nearing the end of the race. I had no clue what my time was or how I was doing. Corner after street corner started to grind on my nerves a bit. Where was the finish line already?! But then, I turned my last corner, and there it was. I saw the clock counting down “29:12, 29:13, 29:14….” I hauled it with everything I had in me. The streets were lined with people. They were yelling and cheering us on. I crossed the finish line.

Yi and Joey found me right away. I was elated. I didn’t care I had finished worse than my race the week before. I finished the Crim! I didn’t realize what I big deal it was until my step-mom posted this message on our family website:

Holly is being modest. The Crim is listed in Runners World as one of the best 10 races to do in your lifetime. AND she came in 16th in her age group in a field of 91 runners. Considering she only started seriously training this summer makes that finish "huge" - esp. at her advanced age. Running is as much mental as physical - maybe more. I for one am totally impressed - as is her father. Run Holly Run!!!!!

As it turned out, my time didn’t start until I crossed the start line, not when the gun went off. So, I really ran it in 28:58. Pretty good. Really good. What meant more to me was running with God.

I need prayer

...and I'm not above asking for it.

I hurt my ankle. Not sure how but the tendons or muscles in the back of my ankle...my achilles' tendon, I guess...hurts. No clue how this happened. I was packing last night and do nothing out of the ordinary and whamo. Pain. Lots of pain. Couldn't even walk. So I limped around the condo. I thought it would be better this morning but one step out of bed and it was worse. I used a heating pad (sorry if I offended everyone that's shouting "no! ice it!") and the pain subsided. I'm walking okay now but the tendon feels a little tight. Here is where I need prayer.

Call me stupid but I'm still running the Crim. I have faith God will get me through but I might have to be carried across the finish line. I just want to run this race so bad, I already paid the money and I'm mentally prepared. It's my last race for awhile and was also started the year I was born.

It's going to be fine but if you could say a little prayer, that would rock.

Thank you, sheep.

Facing Pain, Receiving Joy: Part 3

I had to teach RivKids Sunday at 10. I was pumped to teach but I felt weary from being a little sick and from the battle that had raged in my mind. I went to my classroom feeling so comfortable…and…well…I almost have to laugh. I can’t even really write about it but I’ll just say this: you can have many, many “safe places” in your life (places you can hide), but if God wants to make a point, if He wants you to turn around and face something, you can’t run for long. Well, I didn’t have a choice about the situation, but I did have a choice about my reaction. I swallowed my pride, prayed about it and quit running from it. I ended up feeling so much peace. The turmoil inside faded quickly. I had an awesome time teaching my kidlets about what God cares about. I even faced the thing I keep running from, pretty much because God has made it obvious I can’t run anymore. Again, relief and peace.

After picking grass in Riv’s front yard with Yi, talking to both Noel and Steve, missing a chance to say hello to Alan (sorry!) and listening to Eric tell me his gross story about breaking his ankle, I was on my way to Joey’s with a heart overflowing with confidence. People love me. I love them. There’s still a blog coming about that topic, though. Joey and I packed, became hungry, went to Applebee’s, had really bad service, gave our waiter a $5 tip anyhow, saw my step-dad and went back to packing. With Nick’s help we got almost everything out. The kitty cats might need therapy after the car ride, though. I was following Joey in the Mazda and decided to pass him. I saw Chessie sitting in his lap. When I called him, he said Hemi was hiding under the seat but Chessie was trying to co-pilot the Ion.

It was a lot of work to move Corr to the Corr's but I got to help unpack which is my favorite part of moving. I slept in the guest bedroom and felt like I was at a bed and breakfast.

Yes, this weekend was not full of joy but it was certainly a test of character. Will I be moved?

Facing Pain, Receiving Joy: Part 2

Ha! Yi! I did it! I got to part 2 :)

Saturday afternoon was Jenny’s bridal shower. It was interesting having it in my mom’s church, the church I will probably get married in. I was glad to help provide the location even though we wanted to have it at Riverview. Things were getting a little intense and I needed a minute to myself just to talk to God. I snuck into the dark sanctuary, bent my head and asked God for peace. Suddenly, the organ started and I almost leapt into heaven. My heart was pounding as I leaned to the right. I hadn’t even noticed the man sitting at the organ when I had walked in. I laughed to myself. How funny, God. I ask for peace and you send me loud organ music causing me to become more unnerved. But the music soon turned peaceful and relaxed me causing me to smile to the Lord, again. Always helping me. Healing me.

After the shower, I went to Joey’s to move some stuff to his parents. We ate the rest of the spaghetti (wait for it….) and then took boxes to his parents. They were about to leave for the Hill’s house to play cards. We were all laughing about stuff and I was feeling so secure. Joey and I discussed what to do after church, made our decision and then tried to set the plans into motion. They were a no go…and this is where my feelings got hurt pretty bad and when I allow my feelings to be hurt, Joey becomes angry at whatever the cause….even though the main cause is usually me. He wants to protect me and trust me on this one, he does step in and protect me from myself when necessary. However, he was hurt a little, too. So, we went to the Hill’s and hung out with some of my old teachers from Holt. While there, my grandma called upset. My cousin, Justin, had been home for only a few hours when he was called back to Indianapolis. They flew he and his company to Kuwait that night and soon after touching down in Kuwait, they entered into Iraq. It doesn’t sound like he’s going to a very nice area. Please pray for him to have courage and the Lord’s protection…and then pray for God’s will.

Joey and I went to Riv after our stop at the Hill’s. While standing in the lobby, I had a flash from the past approach me with a hug. My ex-boyfriend’s little cousin was there. She explained how she was now a sophomore at State and this was her second or third time coming to Riv. She also told me that Bush (the ex) had told her I go to Riv. She had hoped to see me and was so excited I was standing there. Now, crazy thing about all of this…I had a dream the night before about this girl when I hadn’t thought about her in sooo long. What a coincidence J I was really happy to know she was seeking a real relationship with Christ. I pray I see her again.

Joey and I visited with some of the newer people we have met this summer. I finally congratulated the Kranzos on their move to Boston but my heart is sad about them leaving. While standing there with them and the Fritzes (is that right?), I felt so safe and my hurt feelings stopped crying out for attention. However….I was a mess during church. At one point, I asked Joey if we could leave. He said no. I knew he was right and didn’t fight it. I was just so confused about many different things. Losing friends. Sharing friends. Wanting to feel comfortable with my friends. Wanting to do the right thing for Christ. The more Paul talked about the spiritual battle taking place inside of us, the more the battle inside of me intensified. We left in a hurry and went to my grandma’s.

After leaving her home, we decided to go to a safe place. Right now, I can’t explain what a safe place is. I guess, in making an attempt to explain, it is a place where I don’t have the shadow of the past hanging over my head. It’s a place I don’t have to worry about certain things in my life. I guess you could also refer to this safe place as running away. Anyhow, we went to the safe place and laughed with our safe place friends.

That night, I felt sick. So did Joey. It had to be the spaghetti. Damn, Emils.

Facing Pain, Receiving Joy: Part 1

This weekend was such a painful, joyful experience. Is that possible? Of course...at least inside of my life.

Friday, Joey, Yi, my step-mom and I helped out with Backpacks of Hope. These are donated backpacks and items for schoolchildren without the means purchase the required necessities for school. My job was to check zippers on the backpacks and then cut the tags off. Not sure what Joey and Yi were doing. After helping out with that, Joey and I went to Emil’s (of course) to get spaghetti for two. We usually order it like this: no sausage and mushrooms on the side. This time, they gave us lots of meatballs and a meat sauce next to the marinara. It was yummy but about an hour later….I don’t know. Could something have been wrong with the meat? I asked Joey if he had any problems but he didn’t seem to. I dismissed my issues and met up with Yi at my mom’s. After much finagling, we managed to get the queen size air mattress into my bedroom. No room to walk. Pretty cozy.

Yi and I woke up early and made it down to the Shared Pregnancy Center 5K. My step-mom was already there, standing in the rain. Yi decided to run the 5K just before they began the race. This was my first time running in the rain. This was also the first time I ran on the Riverfront Trial. I had a great start and was having an awesome time with God. I prayed, ran with a smile, had joy flowing through my veins, felt swept up in the beauty of the raindrops hitting my face and the water. This trail runs through downtown Lansing and underneath some bridges.

As I approached one of the bridges, I realized someone was sleeping on the pavement. Yes, this run was taking me right by a homeless person. It was strange. Here I was running a 5K and looking forward to a hot shower and this person was sleeping under a bridge. I prayed and kept moving with the person on my mind.

It seemed like I reached the half way point sooner than I expected which boosted my confidence. The race route had us turn around and run the way we just came. It all felt so much easier than the time before. Of course, I pooped out a little when I saw the finish line. Still, I managed to finish in 28:45ish. I don’t have my exact time, though. Yi and Christine did awesome jobs as well.

Guess what today is in the world of me?!?!?!

Actually, I'm not too thrilled. I remember when I was dating my ex-boyfriend after a year. We were both 23 or so and I asked him what his intentions were. He said he didn't want to get married until he was...oh...32 or 33. I laughed and told him we would never work out because there was NO WAY I was waiting THAT LONG to get married.

I'm half way to 31. Is this some kind of joke, God?

Really, though, I love how Joey and I are waiting on the Lord to help us through this pre-engagement time. Just because our closest friends are getting engaged and married, we are waiting on God to move us. He has yet to settle our hearts but is instead working on us both, seperately and as a couple. So, I guess I can only be happy that it hasn't happened yet...I could have rushed that last relationship into a horrible marriage.

So...happy 1/2 birthday to me :) Another 1/2 year wiser than I was six months ago, right? Ha.

Ha! Can't keep me down! I'm back....for now :)

Check out this article about The Power of One. Not what you think....

I've been gone since Saturday and now I'm at my cousin's in Michigan Center. Went to Cleveland and Cedar Point. I'll update soon but I need to work on some computer stuff right now. Sorry, Kell!

So, Val blocked me from all blogspots and livejournals, again. Back to only posting on the weekends. And this blog will be a lot less active. See, you took me for granted again and look what happened :) Really, though, I think it was God. I wasn't handling something well and couldn't discipline myself to stop what I was doing. Well, now I can't do whatever it was I was doing. When I saw the blocked page, I didn't get upset or angry. I just smiled and shook my head. Yes, I get it, God. Thank you for protecting me from me.

Of course, now we all need to switch to something I can read at work. Dan, can you hook me up with your technology?

Going To God First

I recently attended a Christian conference by a well known teacher. During the conference, she stressed to me the importance of going to God first. She asked, "how many of you out there get a problem and then go tell 5 of your friends and later that day remember to pray about the problem? You need to go to God first, not to your friends who don't know what they're doing, either. He wants to be number one in your life!"

I thought about this and relayed it to a close friend of mine. The next time you have a problem, stop and pray. Don't pick up the phone and call anyone. Stop and pray for God to send you someone to talk to about the problem. See what He does.

My friend and I agreed this was what we were going to do. That was last Thursday night. The next morning....I got a problem. Something hurt me and began to crush my spirits. I had been expecting this "thing" to happen but when it did, I was caught off guard. I CHOSE to be upset and hurt by the "thing" that happened. What did I do?

I called my boyfriend. I didn't go to God. I called JAC and carried on about how low I felt. Problem was, JAC had so much going on he didn't have time to deal with me. I hung up the phone even more hurt than I was before. Now what?

Oh yeah! God! I was supposed to go to Him first! So, I bowed my head and prayed hard, asking for forgiveness, asking for comfort and trusting God to send me the person HE wanted to help out with the issue.

I finished praying, looked up at my computer and within 5 minutes, I received one of the most beautiful e-mails I have ever received. It was from someone I met through Riverview and someone I consider to be one of my closest friends. For no reason at all, this friend praised me, encouraged me, lifted my spirits and he thanked me for sharing my struggles. At the end of the e-mail, he wrote, "Funny how we're sometimes used by God and don't even realize it, huh?"

Funny. I wonder if my friend knew God was using him at that moment.

I need to go to the Lord first and after going to Him, I need to TRUST in Him. Yes, seek counsel from others but the next time a major OR a minor issue shows up, bow your head and ask Him to send someone in your life to help you. And then have faith.

A New Addiction

Check out this running tool from USA Track and Field. You no longer have to drive out your route to figure out how many miles it is. This lets you map out the route you want to run and the distance. I've put in 5 routes so far. Thanks, Mike Potter!

Reasons not to get out of bed today...

I remember when I first started dating Joey in 2003, I was like the little girl from the movie Signs: The water tastes funny.

Now, in the words of Dave Matthews, DON’T DRINK THE WATER (IF YOU LIVE IN MASON).

This is trying to anger me on so many levels.

And now, in the words of a soon to be former Mason resident: WTF...I have been drinking radioactive water!!!!!! No wonder I haven't been sleeping well :op

Other headlines that really tried to kill my joy this morning:

• Breaking News: Woman Killed In I-275 Crash. The freeway remains closed in that area while police investigate. This is the freeway right next to where I work. I mean, I am right off the ramp. I take this freeway every day to get to work. How sad.
• Local Murder at Apartment Complex This was in Holt. Very near where our friends live. Very near where my family lives.
• Mom Killed During Teen's Driving Lesson
• New worry for drivers: BP shuts oilfield

So, I started to go down that road of feeling hopeless but I quickly grabbed my joy before it flew out the sunroof. I remembered something important. Something that had been reaffirmed for me this weekend. I am saved. I am passed over in a good way. We have friends who care about us soooo much. We have people who are quickly becoming new friends who care about us soooo much. No. I will continue to have joy even as I pay 3.25 for gas (if that should happen).

And Yi, I loved your post. I could relate to it well this morning.

Dad: So, I was talking to your niece last night and I told her about the mosh pit I accidentally got myself into during the Fuel concert a few years ago.
Me: The one at Common Ground?
Dad: Yeah. Then she told me she's been in a mosh pit.
Me: She's nine. How has she been in a mosh pit?
Dad: Apparently, it was at Riverview.
Me: Riverview?
Dad: Yeah, your church.
Me: Huh.
Dad: That's what I said. What is she doing in a mosh pit at your church?
Me: It must have been during that punk concert.
Dad: You must know what my next question is going to be...
Me: Yeah...I do.

Peace, freedom and the opposite of being alone

"I knew I was alone, but I think I've been secretly hoping that I would meet someone eventually and all that would change. Your insight makes sense and in a sense has given me some peace. Peace similar to what I felt the day I let go of Christianity. I'm no longer concerned with achieving something that feels so far out of my grasp. Now I can just live."

I read this comment on someone's blog and it made me stop....stare...go numb...feel sick. I don't know who this person is because I was fishing around in blog world. It was by accident I saw it...well...maybe. I'm not sure if I could get into a lot of trouble for posting it but I just had to. I need these thoughts in my life because they will come at me again and again. I need some adversity in my life otherwise, how will I grow spirtually?

I feel for this woman. I really do. I do not judge her because she "let go" of Christianity. I appreciate her openness.

I read a quote the other day: Christianity is not a religion or a philosophy, but a relationship and a lifestyle. The core of that lifestyle is thinking of others, as Jesus did, instead of ourselves.

Then there is this PDL quote: Becoming like Christ does not mean losing your personality or becoming a mindless clone. God created your uniqueness, so he certainly doesn't want to destroy it. Christlikeness is all about transforming your character, not your personality.

So, you read a lot of my posts and may think a couple of different things:
1.) Holly is a Jesus Freak.
2.) This isn't the Holly I've known.
3.) I love how Holly shares her stuggles in life.
4.) Holly struggles too much...maybe she should give up on this Christian thing, too.

Those were the thoughts that went through my head when I first read the quote. But then I thought about where I have been and what Christ has done in my life:

*I know and can accept I am an imperfect human being only saved by Christ's blood.
*God loves me the same when I succeed and fail. He DOES see me as perfect because He sees me through the blood of Christ. My sins are forgiven.
*I stopped using drugs.
*I stopped abusing alcohol.
*I stopped hurting my soul.
*I recognize how I hurt people.
*I recognize my selfish needs.
*I still love Buffett.
*I still love Johnny Cash.
*I see Christ helping get rid of the bad stuff I have held on to.
*I see my character changing for the better.

I let go, too. I let go off so much crap when I gave it to God to worry about. This is why I hang on. I feel much more free than I did before i was a follower. Yes, I actually feel more free. And peace is within me, too even with every struggle because the creator of the universe loves me. Yes, He actually loves me and wants to help me. I am not alone.

It is nothing I do. It is everything He has done.

And now...a song we sing at Riv (yes, we really do):
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Stop Wishing and Start Pressing

A story from JM:

I give away a lot of my clothes. There is a woman who works for me in my home and when it comes time to give these clothes away, she says, “oh, I wish I could fit into your clothes. They would look so good on me if I could just lose the weight.” The next time came around to give away more clothes. She said, “I really wish I could fit into your clothes. I hate watching them move through the house and out the door to someone else. I wish…” A month ago, it came time again. This time, however, she said, “you know what? I am going to fit into your clothes. I’m going to start eating better and get more exercise. I’m going to be the first person in line to try on those clothes.” See what she did? She turned her “wish” into a “going to”.

Stop wishing and start pressing for what you want in life.

I'm not about to complain

Why should I even breathe a breath of complaint about the heat or electric bills? I can pay them. I have air. I stay fairly cool. Other reasons not to complain about the heat from CNN headlines:

• Heat suspected in 20 deaths nationwide since Sunday; 164 Californians died last week
• Pregnant woman dies at sweltering Red Sox game; baby saved
• Heat warnings posted from Massachusetts to South Carolina
• Zookeepers feed lions frozen blood to cool off

On another note, I made chilli Tuesday night and forgot to put chilli powder in it. Not that great.

Rolling Blackouts

It's hot outside. Last night, I finally went to get the mail around 10:30 p.m. I looked up at the clear night and smiled. Yes, I noticed it was humid and still really hot out but I sensed a peace in the stars and black sky. I almost forgot what had taken place across the street in February. I remembered that when I saw Jimmy's house on the way back to my door. By the time I got to my front step, I was ready to go back in because...

Man, it's hot outside.

I will embrace it, though. It is August 1 and I don't like the fall so I will embrace these summer months and all that goes along with it.

That being said, I received this e-mail from my step-mom this morning:

This is the first time I can remember this happening since I worked for the State (25 years). A directive from the gov is attached. Our overheads are all out and the temp rising. They stopped all road work on Michigan. The county is having rolling blackouts and there are pockets around Lansing that do not have any electricity - which would be awful. So a little is better than none. I hope Chuck turned the air off before he left home.

Dear Staff, At this link you will find an Executive Directive regarding energy usage for the next two days.
In an effort to comply with the Governors Directive, we will be shutting down overhead lights here in the Lansing Office to the greatest extent possible. The large light banks draw much more energy than your task lights (the lights under your overhead shelves) so we ask you to work with task light only. If this proves impossible, lights may be turned on, but lets see what we can live with. I believe the Detroit Office in Cadillac Place will be taking similar measures.
We will also be adjusting the cooling temperature upward so you may feel a change. Please bear with us as we work to meet this Directive.
This Directive expires Wednesday evening. Thanks for doing your part.

It's hot outside.

God Knows I'm a Brat and He's Going to Kick It Out Of Me

Here is that post I've been referring to. The icky post I just need to...finally post. So here is the incident I faced a few months ago.

I wouldn’t seem like the type that would snub someone on purpose, right? I mean, you read this blog and you might think “she’s a little unglued but seems to make pretty good decisions.” Yes, I’m living the life of a Christ Follower. That’s me. Always giving my time, money, love. But really, it’s not me all the time. I want to share a story which I feel I can write here. I say that knowing the person whom I did this to probably reads this blog but oh well.

You’ve read about how I went through a really crappy autumn season. You would think I would be recovered from this by now but the pain was real and deep. I made steps to heal and reached out to people you wouldn’t expect…one of the sources of said pain. I was definitely on the road to recovery but for reasons I’m not going to mention (first because I don’t want to get into it and second because it really doesn’t matter), I slipped back into an intense dislike for someone. Intense. I went from liking/caring about this person but knowing I couldn’t be friends with them right now to not even being able to look at them. I told Joey about it. I told my pastor about it. I told my mentor about it. But I didn’t tell my friends about it…the people I confide in. I didn’t want them to be put in the middle. Wow. It does all sound so high school but I’m going to keep going with my story. It’s about to sound Jr. High in a minute.

I saw this person on a Saturday last May. We were in the same room for the same reason, us and one other person. I looked up from my work and I will honestly say I tried to make eye contact. I was going to force a smile. It didn’t happen, though and the longer this person and I shared airspace, the angrier I became. I was so angry with this person, that I actually felt sick. I had to get up and leave the room at one point. Anger was consuming me and I was so confused by it. The ironic part of all this was where we were: church. We were at Riverview….the safe place for both of us. For some dumb reason, I made up my mind to pretend this person didn’t exist and I was feeding off the hate. Years ago, I would have felt I was responding correctly. This is how pre-Christian self dealt with problems. At first, I allowed myself to go down this hate road. It felt good. Satan is tricky.

After this person left Riv, I felt like collapsing. Weak and sad, I walked out to my car. I tried to call Joey. No answer. I called another friend. Busy. I was alone with myself and my actions made me ill.

Immediately, I knew what I had to do. I didn’t really think twice. I picked up my cell and called this person. I apologized. I asked for this person to forgive me for my childish behavior. No, I didn’t feel better about myself afterwards. I still felt sick. A friend of mine questioned my actions by saying it wasn’t my responsibility to call said person. After all, that person ignored me right back. But I just didn’t see it that way. My actions were my actions.

The Holy Spirit must be strong in me or something. In this spiritual battle going on right inside of me, Jesus was putting up a fight against my sinful nature. I’ve learned so much. I’m still learning so much. It hurts and yet, it feels good, too, seeing the work in progress, the continual growth. I’m so thankful God loves me in all my weakness and He’ll fight for me, too. Yes, He’ll most certainly allow me to go through schtuff but He is forcing me to stand up to my selfish behavior.

There’s still more to come on this….probably for the rest of my life.

The Weekend

I haven't posted pics in awhile so I thought I would do that.

Friday night: Went to the Poison concert with JAC, Krissie and Andy. It was pretty cool. I liked Poison a lot when I was 12. I did notice that I feel a lot more comfortable putting my hands in the air at a concert than I do at church or a Christian conference. Just an observation. I know I don't have to either but I thought it was interesting.

Saturday: Went to the MAC with my step-mom. Did 10 minutes on the stairmaster and 20 minutes on the treadmill. We lifted and then said screw it. A change of clothes and we were out by the pool. Now, my step-mom was the one who first brought me to swimming lessons. The apartments she and my father lived in had a pool, too so i was begging them to bring me all the time. I had not been to a pool with her probably since I was 8 or 9. There is a huge water slide at the MAC. We decided to go for it. She went first and then I waited my turn. All the excitement from when I was a kid built up inside of me and came pouring out as I went down that water slide. Just before I hit the bottom, I saw Christine at the edge of the pool, laughing hysterically. I began to laugh and then I hit the water. It flooded my ears and nose but when I stood up, I just couldn't stop laughing and either could she. We did a few laps in the pool and then I showered up and went to Joey's.

We spent the rest of the day packing, going to certain stores, attending church and then having a nice dinner at Emil's. After laughing at our inside jokes, we stopped by my cousin's house to chat. Joey dropped my off at my mom's around 10:30ish and I was tired. Oh, yeah. After being in the pool with my step-mom, it made me want to visit the old apartment complex we used to live in. Said complex is next to Dusty's Cellars in Okemos. We drove around and found the pool. Same pool. Same pool rules sign. I sighed, remembering how I used to ride my big wheel all around the complex and to Dusty's Cellars because that was where my dad bought his deli meat. Still buys his deli meat there. It is an awesome place. Check it out sometime (I wonder if they would pay me for the plug).

Sunday: Taught large group for the threes and Pre-ks at both services. Also had a nice chat with a friend inbetween services. Off to Joey's afterward to pack, just beat the storm home from Meijer and then were rescued by Mike and Eric. They helped Joey move the big-A fish tank to his dad's. Went to the Lily Pad for the best chocolate chip cookies EVER (well, there is one batch that comes close...a co-worker of mine) and then back to Joey's to pack. Now, it is time for our Sunday evening walk through downtown Mason. Those walks are going to end soon. I think I'm sad about it.

Joey grilling in the rain.

The storm today.

After the party moved to the firepit.

The Koi wanted to party with us. It was their party, after all.

Koi Fish party

Max

Mom and Joey at my mom's church

Another not-so-great pic but shows you how close we were.

The Joyce Meyer Conference. See the words on the screen?

Dana and Jeff's new one, Sophia Rose.

Chessie and her dad

Cain and Hemi

JM Part 2

A story from JM. This is going from my notes, so they aren't direct quotes.

I was in a department store and got to talking to this woman about her job. I asked her if she was paid on commission. She said no but they were required to sell a certain amount or they would lose their jobs. I asked her how it was going. She said, not well. After talking with her a few more minutes, I discovered she was a Christian. I asked her, “Did you pray for favor from God to get more customers?” The woman became quite and said, “you mean…I can do that?” “Sure! Why not?” I responded. “Well, isn’t that kind of like asking for money?” the woman said. “Well, do you need money?” I asked her. See, that is the problem with a lot of us. We don’t ask God for what we need. He does know our hearts but He wants us to ask.

I was curling my hair one morning and this little piece of hair just wouldn’t curl. I turned the iron up and it still wouldn’t curl. I sprayed my hair but no curl. I was frustrated and suddenly got this feeling. “No,” I thought, “I can’t pray about THIS. Do I really need divine intervention for my hair?!” I humbled myself and asked the Lord for help. Taking a deep breath, I tried to curl the piece of hair. It curled. The prayer worked. Now, let me ask you something. If God, the creator of the universe, has counted every piece of hair on your head and collected every tear you have ever cried in a bottle, why would He NOT care about every single thing in your life. Stop being religious with God. Start being relational with God.

Ephesians 4

Joey and I are reading Ephesians right now. Wow. I dig this book. It's possibly my favorite. I got so excited reading Eph. 4 last night that I had to share it.

So I tell you this, and insist on it in the Lord, that you must no longer live as the Gentiles do, in the futility of their thinking. They are darkened in their understanding and separated from the life of God because of the ignorance that is in them due to the hardening of their hearts. Having lost all sensitivity, they have given themselves over to sensuality so as to indulge in every kind of impurity, with a continual lust for more.

Whoa, I said. Know people like that? Jac said. "yeah, me sometimes...still." But when I read this, I feel God showing me where I've been and how He has changed me. So, here is more of the verse which almost had me in tears by the end.

You, however, did not come to know Christ that way. Surely you heard of him and were taught in him in accordance with the truth that is in Jesus. 22You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.

Okay, I can't stop myself.

25Therefore each of you must put off falsehood and speak truthfully to his neighbor, for we are all members of one body. "In your anger do not sin"[d]: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry, 27and do not give the devil a foothold.

Another whoa. Joey laughed and said, "I'm holding you to this one." Yeah. Sometimes when I am angry, I'll let the sun go down two or three times before I face it. Then, there are those mornings when I wake up and just feel grumpy. Why is that? There must be a reason we do this. Something is making us grumpy if we search for it deep inside. Lately, though, I've been waking up and listening to Joyce. She tells me to enjoy everyday life every single day. She tells me how much God loves me. I learn tons from her. The devil does not get a foothold on me when I start my day. Not any more. Now, during the day...I'm a work in progress.

This is where I got to hold Joey to something:
29Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.

I don't think this means to never swear. That's a whole new post, though. Consider your audience. Consider if you are building up or tearing down.

30And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. 32Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.

Do you think that is as beautiful and perfectly stated as I do? This is an area God is growing me up in. I think I'm finally going to post the posts I've been holding off on. Get rid of it. Just get rid of it.

With that said, I'm going to the Poison concert tonight. Whoo-hoo!!!!!

The World

God sang a song to me this morning. Want to read the lyrics? Of course you do!

To the waiter at the restaurant
You're just another tip
To the guy at the ice cream shop
You're just another dip (Ha!)
When you can't get reservations
'Cause you don't have the clout
Or you didn't get an invitation
'Cause somebody left you out (Booooo)

That's alright, that's ok
When you don't feel important, Holly
All I've got to say is

To the world
You may be just another girl
But to Me
Holly, you are the world

You think you're one of millions
but you're one in a million to Me
When you wonder if you matter, look into My eyes (someday)
And tell me, can't you see
you're everything to Me

I really thought about how much God loves me this morning. For all of my imperfections, He doesn't see any of them. He knows my heart and He still loves me. Fail or succeed, He loves me the same...constant. I smiled, realizing that this isn't just my song. God sings this to all of His girls. He loves each one of us as if we are the only person in the world. Can I even comprehend that love? Did you wake up feeling or at least knowing God's love this morning?

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the song God has for you. Ha! Happy Friday!

PS: Guys, you have to find your own song.

Cool article about a friend.

After you are finished reading this, will you please take one minute and pray for our Mexico Mission Team? They are at the half way point and we need to build them up with prayer. This is probably such an awesome experience for all of them but still, if you could pray for the lives they are touching, their own sanity, and for good health, that would rock. Amen and peace out.

Sad Evening

After lifting weights at Bally's last night, I wanted a treat (see...need reward for self). Perfect treat = Border's Hot Decaf Skinny Chai...and right around the corner. I went in with money still on my gift card feeling oh so happy. As I approached the cafe, I noticed two things: the Border's chai in cartons was no longer being sold on the shelves and the cafe had been remodeled. This couldn't be good.

I took a deep breath and sounded like Ralphy from the Christmas Story when I said, "CanIhaveahotdecafskinnychaitogoplease?" The lady smiled and said, "we only carry Tazo Chai now. Is that okay?"

No. It wasn't okay. I forced a smile and asked for a decaf Tazo Chai. She smiled again and said, "we don't carry that." Grrrr.....

"I really liked the Border's stuff," I explained, though, how was that going to solve anything?

"I know. It was a real loss," the lady empathized.

I left, feeling like my best friend had moved to Florida again. No...that wasn't it because the Border's Chai is gone....gone I tell you....just gone....

Of course, this moves The Coffee Beanery up into first place on my list. Anyone interested in opening one of those in Lansing?

How do you know when God is at the center of your life? When God's at the center, you worship. When he's not, you worry. Worry is the warning light that God has been shoved to the sideline. The moment you put him back at the center, you will have peace again.
~The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren

That one stung a little.

My Big But

It truly is amazing what God does to teach us schtuff. Last week, Noel taught on the same thing Joyce Meyer talked about last weekend: who are you keeping outside of your circle? As Christians, we are to go out into the world. Small groups are great but what is your small group doing to change the world and reach out to others? There are all of these little pockets of Christians who feel so comfortable they do the opposite of what the scripture says and hunker down together. Some of it is intentional…some of it isn’t. God painted a picture this past Friday night of what Noel taught the Sunday before.

We went to a party Friday night. I don't know why I was expecting an all Riverview/Christian crowd. I ate some of the food, reached out to meet some new people who go to Riv and actually enjoyed the keg beer. I headed to the backyard to hang out by the pool. It was then I realized something was happening right in front of me.

On the other side of the pool was another group of people. They were swearing, drinking excessively and...well....I realized immediately they were not Christ Followers. These people were on one side of the pool. We were camped out on the other. I don't know how many of us even realized it.

I realized it. I made a move to go over them and hang out. I wasn't going to talk about Christ or try to preach to any of them. I only wanted to reach out and meet some of these people because maybe I could know their story. Myself and two others went into the basement and mingled with a few of the guys. It wasn't anything too deep, just trying to get to know people. I went out the side entrance into their group. They were just as hunkered down as the Christians on the other side of the pool.

Now I ask...did my friends know this was happening? No, not necessarily. I didn't even realize it until I started people watching. No one was being intentional. They were just hanging out with people they knew. I even gave up and went inside the house but this experience has dogged me all weekend. I don't want to keep people out of my circle. I want to invite them in. But will I? Am I willing even when it feels uncomfortable? Can I go all the way and not turn in fear when I'm half way there? How far am I willing to go for God?

I just took the nerd test. Scored a 22 which means I am a nerd wannabe.

Quotes from the weekend

From the Koi Fish Party
Clark: What kind of party runs out of beer?
Me: Um…a Christian party?

Di: I really like the Koi pond. We need something like this for our backyard.
Someone else: How does Mike feel about a Koi Fish Pond?
Di: I don’t know but I really like it.
Few minutes pass and Mike strolls up to the pond.
Me: Aren’t these fish cool?
Mike: Yeah, they’re okay.
Me: Did you know there was a Koi that sold for $12,000 on the internet.
Mike: $12,000?
Joey: Yeah, it was a huge fish, though.
Mike: $12,000?
Me: The coloring on the Koi was unique and really pretty.
Mike: $12,000?
Joey and I: Yes, $12,000.
Mike: Sign me up.

The tennis ball Titan was playing with became really gross and dirty.
Reta (Joey’s mom): We should find Titan a new ball to play with.
Denny (Joey’s dad): Well, let’s see…we’re at the home of a baseball coach. I’m sure he has some balls.
(Reta and Holly snicker.)
Denny: You girls are dirty.


James Granger was teaching on the Bible. He said his son, who is maybe…nine?...asked him if God was real.
JG: Yes, He is real. Why do you ask?
Son: Because I can’t see Him.
JG: Let’s go outside for a minute. See the trees? Why are they moving?
Son: The wind is moving them.
JG: Can you see the wind?
Son: Um….no.
JG: But you know it’s there, right?
Son: Dad, can I go inside now?
JG: Sure.

Me: Will you buy me Season 5 of ER for my half birthday?
JC: No. When is your half birthday?
Me: When it’s half way to my birthday.
JC: Oh. No.
Me: Ok


Joey and I were having a deep discussion while sitting in his parked car in the driveway. We were discussing marriage and certain expectations. We were revealing some of our pains and fears.
JC: I love you.
Me: Why?
JC: Because you have a cute butt.
We might just be ready for that next step.

Other highlights:

• Mark's party on Friday night. Met Paula...and then later...I confidently said, "Paula, you changed your clothes!" She smiled and said, "my name isn't Paula. It's Pam." I was horrified for getting her name wrong....but really the joke was on me because Pam and Paula are twins. Nice one. Had fun hanging out (more on that later) and seeing Yi. I miss her so much.
  
• Ran 5...yes....5 miles with Melissa. I thought I was going to pass out but didn't let on to her. We did walk a few times but it felt good to run.
  
• The Koi Fish party was pretty great. I'll have to post a picture of the fish. They all swam up to the edge to try to party with us. It was good to hang out with the Lilly's (even though one was missing....booooo, Katie). Dana and her brother grilled some veggies (so good) and the Chappy's brought their fire pit. It was awesome to hang out with Megan and learn more about her year in Honduras. I'm actually going to miss the little house on Cherry Street. The next house will be better (I keep telling myself).
  
• Blueberry Wheat Beer = Success
  
• Went to my cousin's wife's baby shower. We laughed about how Cory and I used to play dolls together. He and I would both get homemade clothes from our grandma for Christmas. He's going to be a fabulous dad.
  
• Joey bought "me" a dryer.
  
• Grilled the leftover food and then ended the day with a walk around Mason and watching Lost on DVD.
  
• One Eyed Willy passed away yesterday afternoon. I had noticed him swimming toward the top of the fish tank on Saturday. As we were making dinner on Sunday, I saw him laying on the floor of the tank…upside down. He did well for only having one eye and will be missed.

Koi Fish Pond Party

Raider House party tonight. Whoo-hoo. Mental note: don't forget the Blueberry Wheat beer.

Saturday night: Come over to Mr. Corr's anytime around 6ish for a Koi Pond Party. No, we don't have a firepit but we have a cool little pond with a waterfall and some pretty Koi fish (Jenny, the frogs took off. We think a neighborhood cat ate them. No worries.). We are going to do this Kranzo style so bring something you want to grill (no, we aren't grilling the Koi Fish...or the neighborhood cat for that matter). We will have some other food to eat, too. This is just an impromptu little summer get together for anyone who is free to hang out.

For those of you going to church tomorrow night, come to Joey's afterwards. We'll still be there finishing off the keg from the Raider House party (hopefully, we'll get that taken care of tonight). Please come! It may be the last time you get to hang out at the cute, little house on Cherry Street (hint, hint :o) .

Prayer Pig

Will you please pray for the following:

• Brandi's stay in Germany
• The people in Lebanon. Mr. and Mrs. T are still there. They check the internet every day to see if their names were called to leave the area. Apparantly, things are getting tense. Imagine bombs being dropped on Grand Ledge...and you're in East Lansing...maybe even closer. This is how close they are.
• The Mexico Mission Trip team. There are 42 people leaving tomorrow and Sunday. They have to take a Greyhound into Mexico and bring all of their own water (Kell, can you imagine?). They will be sleeping in tents in the desert and no showers. I pray for the strength to get them through and for God to really use them to reach people.

Life Message

All of us have a life message. It’s the story we tell others when they ask you how you got to where you are. As followers of Christ, we have our testimony, our Jesus story. It explains how we got to be where we are today. Hopefully, it is the same story. I was reading in the Purpose Driven Life about our Life Message. Now that we have a story, it is our job to share it. God does not call people up on the phone or e-mail them or meet them at Emil’s for spaghetti (that would be so cool). He uses us to communicate to the rest of the world. More from PDL:

Jesus told us “you will be my witnesses,” not “you will be my attorney.” He wants you to share your story with others. Sharing your testimony is an essential part of your mission on earth because it is unique. You may not be a Bible scholar, but you are the authority on your life, and it’s hard to argue with personal experience….shared stories build a relational bridge that Jesus can walk across from your heart to theirs.”

I started writing my testimony on this here blog awhile ago but it became too painful, a little tricky. Talking to my friend Suzanne once, I told her my story was simple but really, it isn’t because what I thought was luck, was really God reaching out to me. When I was writing it, I got to some parts that still stung a little so I quit. Hopefully, I’ll get back up on that horse, again. Sometimes, though, I feel like I’m still “writing” my story as each day goes by.

We were interviewed to go on our mission trip to Germany. We had to be interviewed in order for the church to know we understood. I remember sitting across from Meg, sweating it out over cherry blintzes at the Flap Jack. Maybe my story wasn’t good enough. Maybe my life lessons are childish. Maybe I don’t get it. Maybe I won’t know what to say to people. Wow. Even when I look back from here to there, I see how much God has grown me up.

This is why I share so many of my everyday lessons. It isn’t just for the people who read this blog but it is a way for me to journal and go back to see where I’ve been.

Today's Blogging

I just had to comment on all of the fabulous postings I read today on my friends list. Excellent, funny, informational blogging, friends.

God's Plan vs. My Plan

It’s crazy when you miss an accident by 5-10 minutes. You feel a little shocked. Could have been you. You feel relieved. It wasn’t you. You feel in awe. Why wasn’t it you? I wonder about God’s plan and think, “okay, so I didn’t get into that accident…but I wonder what’s up the road.” No, I don’t live that negatively.

Two years ago this summer, a co-worker and I decided to start a small group. We meet on Wednesdays and read the Purpose Driven Life. We invited Dana into the group last year. The group has been a growing experience for sure. A lot of times, we just talk about what is going on in life and have yet to finish the book. Not that it isn’t good. We just aren’t religious about reading every week. The three of us have been pretty faithful in meeting every Wednesday but I moved to another facility about 7 miles away. Then, Dana went on maternity leave. Then, Tami became really busy with job responsibilities. We met less frequently but still had a passion for the group. Dana even mentioned wanting to bring the new baby to a meeting just to fellowship with us.

I e-mailed Tami this morning and asked if she could meet today. She said yes but asked if I could come there. Of course, I could. As I drove to our APD facility, I realized that after two years, we were finally on the last chapter of the book. We were actually going to finish it today….after two years! I felt so excited as I pulled into the drive. My phone rang. It was Tami. An emergency came up and she wasn’t going to be able to meet. Disappointed, I turned my car around and headed back to work. Satan sucks, I said under my breath.

As I drove down Levan, I suddenly had a thought. Dana. I had visited Dana and little Sophie last week. Dana wanted to come to a PDL (the name of our small group) and had wanted me to talk to Tami about it. Now that it had been rescheduled to the following week, Dana could come and finish the book with us. I called her and relayed the story. She laughed and said she absolutely wanted to be there next week for the final chapter. As I hung up with her, I smiled. Maybe it wasn’t Satan who had cancelled our meeting. Sometimes bad isn’t so bad.

I approached the intersection of Haggerty and 5 Mile, the place I had been about 10 minutes before. An accident had just occurred. Police were already on the scene and the ambulance was screaming toward the site. A woman was crying in the turn lane as another woman comforted her. It could have been me, but it wasn’t. I said a prayer for the people involved and continued on. I can’t get upset at God’s plan every time it doesn’t go my way because a lot of times, it does.

Lebanon

Please pray for the people in Lebanon and in Israel during these attacks. I don't want to sound partial because all of this is so complex but I have a soft spot for...Lebanon. I dated someone whose parents are from Beruit and are actually in Lebanon right now. For five years, I was immersed in the culture and considered going there for a visit. It is a beautiful country and contrary to what others might think, there are many, many Christians who live there. I remember when 9/11 happened and how sick I felt about it...but I had never been there. A week later, we drove into Chicago for the Buffett concert and I saw the Sears Tower lit up in red, white and blue lights. I choked up, thinking about how I love Chicago and that it is my New York. It would have been even more personal had the attacks occurred in Chicago. This is kind of how I feel about the Lebanon-Israel fighting. I know the Israeli's are God's chosen people or something but my heart is really going out to the Lebanese. I don't mean to be radical in any way. Of course, I don't want to see people killed at all. I just pray for the Christians and pre-Christians caught in the middle.

PS: Everyone who isn't a Christian is a Pre-Christian in my eyes. Everyone.

Christ's Bride

A month or so ago, I was talking to Tricia about decorations for our Fiesta Kids Kamp. My mom said I could borrow her blankets from Mexico along with her authentic sombrero. The only condition was that her church needed these back for the VBS they would be running in July, also Fiesta. When I told Tricia this, she said, "no problem...and if your mom's church would want our decorations after we are finished, let me know."

I relayed this information back to my mom who put me in contact with the woman who runs their VBS. I think they were both taken by surprise that the church they tend to call "the place down the street" would want to help them. Last Thursday, the two churches met and handed off many of the decorations used by Riverview.

Yesterday, I went to see what the Presbytarian church had done. It was fascinating. They truly go all out with VBS. What gave me chills, though, was seeing the decorations Riverview made, hanging among the others. I wonder if it gave God chills to see us working together and sharing. Too often, churches bash one another. Here was a chance to see the bride of Christ helping each other to reach kids.

Oh, and the decorations will move on to the Dimondale church next. Bravo to these churches and yay, God.

Eagle's Nest

Okay, so there is this house I saw a couple months ago. It was for sale and Century 21 was having an open house. This particular house is in Mason and since Joey and I look at houses just for fun, I thought we could check it out. Problem one: it is next to the freeway. Not sure if we would like that. Problem two: it is a little narrow in places. Problem three: No trees…at all. Here are the positives: affordable, nice for a family, finished basement, place for a Koi pond, huge backyard for dogs, and the name of the street is Eagle’s Nest. Isn’t that cute? I forgot to mention the biggest problem of all (other than it being right off of South street): someone had written an offer.

We forgot about the house until a few weeks ago when we were driving through Mason and saw open house signs leading us to.... Eagle’s Nest. The house was still being shown. We thought it had been sold. Hmmm….

Yesterday, we were chilling at Grandma Corr’s when she handed Joey the latest Real Estate brochure. There, on the front cover, was the Eagle’s Nest house. “What if God wants you to move into that house, Joey? I mean, they obviously haven’t sold it.” Hmmmm…..

We went to Big Boy to eat breakfast last night (yes, I said night—we may have been made for each other). While waiting for the food, Joey said, joking, “Okay, I’m going to open up this Real Estate magazine to a page…any page…and whatever page I open it to will be the house I’m going to buy.” He stuck his finger in the book and opened it to the page.

Guess what house was on the random page he opened it to? Yeah, Eagle’s Nest. We both stared at each other and then broke out with the “no ways”. We’ll see what God has in store for Joey but if that house is STILL available in December, he might be moving in.

Riv Runners

“Run with endurance the race that is set before you.” Hebrews 12:1 (thanks, Yi)

I am starting a small group/running club at Riverviw for those who like to do 5ks and marathons. Our first meeting is either July 30 or August 6th. It will just be an informational meeting but if you would like to get together and run, let me know because I'm doing something informal on the morning of August 5th. We are going to meet at Mason High School and run the Hayhoe Trail.

Why should you join Riv Runners?
· To connect with other people who share a common interest while still maintaining a Christian bond.
· To help each other by sharing nutrition, technique and running gear tips. We could even share play lists of songs to run to.
· To encourage each other.
· To build on the spiritual connection.
· Physical health.
· Team work.
· Personal and team reward based on perseverance and faith.
· Possible outreach if Pre-Christians were interested in running with us.

I hope I've convinced you to come to the informational meeting :o)

Please stay tuned for more information which Riverview will release starting this Saturday.

Joyce~Part 1

Joyce.was.awesome.

The three days I spent at the Joyce Meyer conference are three days I’ll never regret giving to the Lord. I’ll never regret taking a vacation day, the heat in the Palace, not being able to chew gum (I had some serious Citrus Orbit withdrawals) and the traveling back and forth from the Palace to my home. Some of the most interesting, Biblical things she taught on were ones I had already learned from Riv and my small group. She made me laugh when she said things like, “are you giving 10% to your local church? I know, I know, you’re going to tell me the Bible says you don’t have to give a set amount. So….are you giving more?” Then, she smiled. She had me in tears. She had me opening my heart to Christ. She helped me bridge some gaps in my relationship and burn bridges to some sin areas. I am going to write about some of this so if you want to kill my joy, I dare you to try. I won’t do anything to you but be careful how you treat God’s kids :o)

It was a little strange being at a Christian Conference at the Palace. As I sat in my seat to the right of the stage, I flashed back to so many events. I remembered sitting in the 8th row, courtside for the Pistons game last December. I remember Joey and I having awesome seats at the Alan Jackson concert. Over in that section was where I got high during a Jimmy Buffett show. I got wasted at the Dave Matthews Band concert and danced in the aisles. I had really grown in the last five years. There I sat, waiting to worship God and dance to songs about His word never failing. Five years ago, this would have been icky. To many people I love, this would have been icky. But there I was, surrounded by people celebrating Christ. I thought I was free back then to do anything I darn well pleased. But now, I am truly free, free from my sins and my past.

They sang “How Great Is Our God.” I laughed and cried. Wasn’t this the song I blogged about last week? God likes to make me smile.

I still don’t put my arms in the air. There is just something about it that is still…icky. I did it all the time when I was 12 and going to a different church. That church ended up making me feel icky so things associated with it are also icky. Maybe someday I can be alright with raising my arms to heaven…but I still have the freedom not to. Of course, on Sunday when “At Your Feet” was being sung, I grabbed Joey’s hand at the lyric “I stand and raise my hands to you.” I raised our arms in the air and he smiled at me.

Oh yeah. I don’t speak in tongues, either. That can be a whole separate post if it wants to be.

So come on, Holly! What about Joyce?! Well, there are pages and pages of notes to go through. I don’t want to hog up this post with it. I will say the message was Religion vs. Relationship. The first thing Joyce said when she walked on stage was “right now, make a decision to be happy.” There will always be someone or something new to upset you but enjoy your journey now. Stop finding something to be unhappy about. Then, she talked about the five children who drowned last Sunday at a church picnic. This church was one of the churches Joyce and Dave Meyer started. Four out of five of those kids belonged to one woman. This woman got up in front of the congregation on Tuesday night and pled with the church to continue to have joy. Amazing.

Take your eyes off your problem and get them on Jesus. Your problems are not greater than God.

I had to write this. Today, we had a fun event called Cheeseburgers In Paradise. Our Fun Team grilled us food and I sat outside with co-workers enjoying the Buffett music. I was starving by the time I got my food which was almost 2:00 (I usually take lunch around 11:30). I bit into my cheeseburger and....I saw this grisley, nasty, gray, nobby thing staring back at me. I spit out my food and tried hard not to make a huge deal of it. These things sometimes happen. But ewwwww!!!!!! And why am I so picky? No, I didn't eat the rest and I didn't go get a new burger. I ate the chips and oatmeal raisin cookie. That was my lunch. I was kind of bummed but I would have been more bummed if said gross thing had made it into my mouth.

On a totally random sidenote, I was telling a woman I work with how I was going to see Joyce Meyer tonight by myself. She started going into this negative speech about how it is going to be packed, I'll be way in the back and how she would rather sit in the luxury of her home to watch it on tv. Then she said, "I remember when I first became a believer. I was so on fire for the Lord. I went to a whole bunch of conferences." Then she sighed, as if she were thinking about an old lover. Is that going to be someday? Will I lose the passion I have for Him? God...please...no.

Cool Things on the Horizon

There are some really cool things coming soon. This period of growth for me feels like it is about to explode. I can't get into the cool things just yet but I almost see God weaving away at our lives, putting wheels into motion and stopping other ones. Don't you love my ambiguity?

Hype

Recently, someone pretty close to me said that while he liked the message he had just heard at Riverview and he liked the pastor he heard....Riverview was just a bunch of hype.

Ouch.

That hurt. But why?

First, it hurt because of the source. My dad told me when I was young to always consider the source. The person who said it meant a lot to me and I think he was trying to bring me down a little. I also think that maybe he had a point and while I wanted to hear it, the "disagreement" we were having was too heated and emotional.

Second, I took it personal. Riverview did not change my life. The Lord changed my life and He used Riverview to do it. And my first impression of this church I love so much? Yeah. You remember. Hype. The music, the message, the laid back attitude....it was all hype to me. But I came back and thank God I did. Riv has taught me that I don't want to just be a believer. I need to be a sacrifcial follower. I need to walk my talk and talk my walk. I learned how God loves me and uses me. I learned how and why Christ died. I learned so much about myself and other people. Bridges replaced walls in my life.

Riverview is a diverse place. The staff changes things up all the time. Today, the music style was a lot harder and I could tell people were a little uncomfortable with it. Riverview was trying something new, though. They were daring to be different to help us embrace other forms of worship. Not that we have to like all of it but I think we need to be a little more accepting. I thought about Christians from other churches and denominations walking in while the band played today. I think many would call the music satanic even though the band was singing about Jesus and being saved by Him. You have to stop and get beyond your own opinions and crap sometimes to see the heart of people. Yes, Riv is sometimes cutting edge and that is what people might call hype. But Riv is also traditional and folky at other times. You can be both.

I looked around the room during the last song today and I saw the diversity: old and young were singing as one. A woman in her 60s was standing in front of me. As the band played "How Great Is Our God," this woman rose her hands into the air in praise. Soon, she was wiping tears from her eyes. This edgier and harder music was moving this woman in her 60s to tears...and in a good way. Suddenly, the band broke into "How Great Thou Art" and I almost had to wipe tears from my eyes. This isn't hype. This is real and true. Riverview is combining the old with the young, the new with the traditional. They do make mistakes but today was not a mistake because people are being saved and they are running towards God. Just to clarify, Riverview isn't saving people. God is using Riverview to save people and He's doing it in new and old ways.

Great message.

Great music.

Awesome power, God.

If I were you, I would wait for Pirates...Dead Man's Chest...to come out on DVD. Even JAC said it was too long and too drawn out. Does it really take 145 minutes to find a treasure? Boring....

On the 4th, we went to the Kranzo's for some fun. Then, everyone met up at Joey's to walk down to the church for the Mason fireworks. Now, I warned everyone they wouldn't be able to see the whole show from where we were. They seemed fine with our spot, though I was willing to go to the fairgrounds. Still, there were the complainers and the people who thought Abe Lincoln chopped down the cherry tree. Come on.

Tired (freaked out?) Cole.

Noel brought some really long sparklers which...I don't know...seemed like a triple threat compared to regular sparklers.

Jenny and I at fireworks on the 4th.

Max's Race 5k

Time: 29:37
Mile: 9:32
Placed 12th in my age group

Melissa, Christine and I ran in Max's Race today. It was my one year anniversary of my first race...which also was Max's Race. I shaved about a minute off my time and finished 12th in my age group. I wish I had done better but I was so proud that I didn't walk at all. Melissa did awesome. She ran it in about 23 minutes and came in 5th in her age group. So...what's next? I'm thinking....maybe a running club? Oh, and I'm looking for a run in August.

Todd and Melissa

Finish line

My step-mom and I after the race.

Chicago~Day One

Two weeks later....I'm finally updating on the Chicago Trip....

Day One
Neither Joey or I had cash on us so we stopped by the QD in front of the train station. ATM: Broken. But we had a pleasant surprise because our friend Shanna was there buying coffee before work. We ended up at the grocery store across the street and paid a $2 fee. Grrrr. Made it to the train station and the darn thing was about 45 minutes late. Cool thing was we got to know George and Lori from Riverview. There was also some fun people to look at...though some of them reminded us too much of people we didn't exactly want to think about. Got our seat on the train, ate our snacks, decided to read The 5 Love Languages, and listened to my MP3 player. Arrived in Chicago and went straight to Cereality. I got the Life cereal with bananas and honey drizzled on top. Joey got something with peaches in it. Both were oh, so good.

We finished eating and decided that since it was a nice day, we would walk to our hotel....1.7 miles from where we were. The issue here was the heat. It was hot outside.

"How hot was it, Holly?"

Well, kids, it was so hot, the wheel on Joey's suitcase melted off.

Yes, that's right. The tire melted off and he had to drag the suitcase the last 1/4 mile.

We made it to the Sheraton and checked in. This was where God had set up a little test for us (how sweet of Him). The lady told Joey that she could upgrade his room for free: a king size bed with a jacuzzi. Joey whimpered. A jacuzzi? How sweet would that have been! But he took a deep breath and through gritted teeth said, "no, I'll stick with the double beds." Later, when he told me about it, I also whimpered because my feet hurt from walking and I had to soak them in the bathtub. All for the glory of God.

We changed into our suits and headed down to the beach next to Navy Pier. Yes, there are beaches in Chicago. I picked the spot to sit and we began to people watch. There was a very interesting group of people laying near us. Too long to go into detail about but let's just say that after laying in the sun for an hour, Joey was suddenly ready to go. Why? Here's why:

Me: Why do we have to leave?
JAC: Just trust me.
Me: Okay. Um, where did that girl go that was laying with that dude on the comforter?
JAC: Um....she's under the blanket?
Me: Under the blanket?
JAC: Yes, now let's go.
Me: Ohhhhhhh. That's sick.

So, we cleaned up back at the hotel and then set out to find the world famous Billy Goat Tavern and ice cream at Ghiradellis.

Joyce Meyer

I'm going to the Joyce Meyer Conference at the Palace next week on Thursday, Friday and Saturday. It is free of charge and requires no registration. Joey is going with me on Friday night and Saturday (maybe) but because he is coaching a baseball camp, he might not make it at all. Not really sure why he wants to go but it makes it interesting that he does. Seems like most guys wouldn't want to. Soooooo, I might go alone but I'm totally fine with it. Joyce teaches me so much and has helped me understand who God is, not to mention pointing out some obvious flaws in my walk. I will say that I found out Noel was teaching that Sunday but I thought the conference lasted until Sunday. Joey said, "what are you going to do?" The decision was obvious to me. :o)

Can you be an American Citizen?

Take this fun quiz. I got a75% (yes, I'll admit it). Thanks, Shanna.

4th of July in the ER

Jenny, Yi, Joey and I went up to Mecosta to spend a few days at my aunt's home on Pretty Lake. It was a relaxing, dramatic weekend. After stops to Beaner's, McDonalds, Target and tours through Alma and CMU, we finally made it up there. We got to do typical camping things like grilling chicken, tubing, making smores, killing insects, boating, and playing on the internet inside the tent (yes, our tent had wi-fi AND a fan--we know how to camp). It was great hanging out with family, learning more from Jenny and Yi, having great discussions and sharing our favorite Bible verses while the sun rose over the lake. God also challenged me a few times. I love how He doesn't let me go on vacation from life. It was a great weekend I'll always be thankful.

Oh...wait. Did I mention the ER in the title of this blog?

On the last day...on the last tubing excursion, my uncle was pulling Joey around Pretty Lake. My uncle did a few twists and turns in the boat, Joey flew into the air, and apparently, the water smacked him in the head hard. When we pulled up to him, he wasn't cheering the way he normally does when he was launched in the air. We got him in the boat but he was disoriented and couldn't hear out of his left ear. After the van was packed and ready to go, the pain in his ear became unbearable. Amanda (his friend who is a doctor) was going to meet us at his house but when we got to Mt. Pleasant, I decided we were going to the ER (well, we tried to go to Urgent Care but they rejected us). The MP ER was prompt and got Joey in right away...about the time some blood started leaking from his ear. He was in the room for about 20 minutes or so (I took a nap on Yi's shoulder) and when he emerged, the Tylenol 3 had taken over making Joey a lot happier. Turns out the water had perforated his ear drum which is not a good thing to do but not tragic. It is extremely painful and rare as Joey found out when several Resident Doctors came to see.

So, it was a nice weekend with some drama but if there wasn't any drama then it wouldn't be my life.

Joey's Wipeout

Joey wiping out on Pretty Lake. This was not the wipeout that sent him to the emergency room, though.

We went to breakfast on Monday morning to a place my grandparents use to take me when I would visit them. They aren't very generous with their portions.

Yi fishing at sunset. No, we didn't catch any fish.

Jenny's first time on Pretty Lake. Lyndsay looks bored but she had a good time.

I love this picture.

My cousin Tom holding the fish he caught while my cousin Jason tries to get in on the action.

Watching the show (me, Jenny, and Yi).

The boys and their fireworks

Joey and the new tent

Boat Parade on Pretty Lake

Cain and Max

My sister got a new puppy, Max. He is a Multipoo and very cute.

Okay, I think I figured out this YouTube deal. PLEASE let me know if it is working for you now (or not) :). Thank you!

Cubs vs. Tigers

There were almost as many Tigers Fans as there were Cubs fans during the game at Wrigley. You can hear the boos from the Chicago fans toward the end of the chant. Obviously, they were a little perturbed.

Sushi

Jaden speaks.

My Boyfriend can dance.