22. Baseball. I love to watch baseball. Getting to see Johnny Damon play for the Wranglers in Wichita, KS, AA ball for a season was great.
23. Trip to Chicago with my roommate Becca. We helped her mom move to Indianapolis, we got lost and stopped for directions in Indy at a fire station and got to go up 13 stories in the cherry picker. I loved it; Becca cowered on the floor with her head below the railing. She has always been much smarter than me.
24. Left Indy and went on to Chicago for a week of fun. First real mall I visited, saw the Sears tower, and after the Wichita skyline, Chicago’s is impressive. Visited many cool places in Chicago.
25. I was in Burger King on my way home from the gym (I know, that's counterproductive) and the cashier told me that the Gulf War was over.
26. Christmases at my grandparents house, Dad’s side. Heard my grandpa talking to his brothers about World War II experiences.
27. The birth of my nephew Cameron. I was never a baby person, but I discovered when he was born I did like babies. Just only certain ones.
28. The first time I heard Nate’s heartbeat was one of the most moving experiences of my life. At 24 this was brand new for me. It was a new life, and I fell in love for the first time at that moment.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Thursday, December 3, 2009
525,600 Minutes Post 3
15. Rick and Keith’s live ventriloquist act.
16. I have 3 siblings, two older brothers and 1 younger sister. My oldest brother is four and half years older than my younger sister. We were close. (Too close???) This led to many two on two football, baseball and basketball games. Black eyes and bruises. Good times.
17. Cindy’s blue firebird, the cruising vehicle of choice in high school.
18. Trip to Barnacle Bill’s FantaSea with Sheila, Mindy, Michelle and Kris when Michelle almost drowned Sheila. Seriously almost drowned her. We laugh now, but at the time, it wasn't funny.
19. My first real boyfriend, Paul. You were a real lesson in how not to treat a woman (or how not to let yourself be treated by a man). I learned a lot from you, mostly that I deserved to be treated better. Not that you treated me bad, but you didn’t treat me good. And there is difference. Love is not performance based, and it cannot be earned, it has to be given.
20. Moved out of my parents house, shared an apartment with Becca.
21. Kansas State Fair, broken Ferris wheel. Kris and Sheila at the top of the broken Ferris wheel. Again, not funny at the time, but hilarious to talk about now.
16. I have 3 siblings, two older brothers and 1 younger sister. My oldest brother is four and half years older than my younger sister. We were close. (Too close???) This led to many two on two football, baseball and basketball games. Black eyes and bruises. Good times.
17. Cindy’s blue firebird, the cruising vehicle of choice in high school.
18. Trip to Barnacle Bill’s FantaSea with Sheila, Mindy, Michelle and Kris when Michelle almost drowned Sheila. Seriously almost drowned her. We laugh now, but at the time, it wasn't funny.
19. My first real boyfriend, Paul. You were a real lesson in how not to treat a woman (or how not to let yourself be treated by a man). I learned a lot from you, mostly that I deserved to be treated better. Not that you treated me bad, but you didn’t treat me good. And there is difference. Love is not performance based, and it cannot be earned, it has to be given.
20. Moved out of my parents house, shared an apartment with Becca.
21. Kansas State Fair, broken Ferris wheel. Kris and Sheila at the top of the broken Ferris wheel. Again, not funny at the time, but hilarious to talk about now.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
525,600 Minutes Post 2
8. Started 5th grade at Christian School. This is the school and the church where and the year when I met Sheila.
9. I started babysitting around this time. Neighbors down the street. One Friday night when I was 12 or 13 the kids were in bed and I was watching TV. I got a phone call from a guy who said he was watching me. I hung up and made sure the curtains were closed. He called right back and said he could still see me. Called twice more before my Dad could get there. Never babysat for them again.
10. Being in gym class when we heard that President Reagan had been shot.
11. Met Rebecca (Becca) my 8th grade year of high school.
12. I met Steve my freshman year of high school. Didn’t know how important he would be to my future at the time.
13. High school crushes: Robert, Tony, Steve (not my current crush Steve, either), Keith, Fred, Mike, Kevin, Donny (this list includes my first kiss at age 16 as well)
14. First job was at Dairy Queen. This was an eye opener for me as I came from Christian school, Christian home and church for everything, the kids I worked with there opened my eyes to a whole new world of teenagers. Michael and Martin Diggs were a riot, twins that I loved working with. My first two marriage proposals came when I was 16 working at Dairy Queen from two very well-bred, intellectual African American teenage boys.
9. I started babysitting around this time. Neighbors down the street. One Friday night when I was 12 or 13 the kids were in bed and I was watching TV. I got a phone call from a guy who said he was watching me. I hung up and made sure the curtains were closed. He called right back and said he could still see me. Called twice more before my Dad could get there. Never babysat for them again.
10. Being in gym class when we heard that President Reagan had been shot.
11. Met Rebecca (Becca) my 8th grade year of high school.
12. I met Steve my freshman year of high school. Didn’t know how important he would be to my future at the time.
13. High school crushes: Robert, Tony, Steve (not my current crush Steve, either), Keith, Fred, Mike, Kevin, Donny (this list includes my first kiss at age 16 as well)
14. First job was at Dairy Queen. This was an eye opener for me as I came from Christian school, Christian home and church for everything, the kids I worked with there opened my eyes to a whole new world of teenagers. Michael and Martin Diggs were a riot, twins that I loved working with. My first two marriage proposals came when I was 16 working at Dairy Queen from two very well-bred, intellectual African American teenage boys.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
525,600 Minutes Post 1
525,600 minutes (times 42)
From the musical Rent,
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love.525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes - how can you measure the life of a woman or man?In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.It’s time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love!
Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love.
How do I measure a year? Is it a calendar year or school year? Is it from birthday to birthday? It’s all of the above. I am celebrating my 42nd birthday on December 6. It’s not a milestone birthday and generally for me, it’s just another day with cake (the best kind of day). I have been thinking though, that 42 years is a long time. That’s a lot of minutes. So in honor of my 42 years, I’m going to share 42 events from my life over the next 6 days. (Otherwise this would be a really long post. So feel free to join me on a trip down memory lane, or just come back next week when it’s over.) Mostly they are in chronological order. It was hard to condense down to 42 events. I thought about giving you 525,600 minutes of my life but that was too much for me to remember.
1. One of my earliest memories is when I was five years old and I played in my mom’s lipstick. I had it all over my face and the bathroom. When she asked if I had been in her makeup, I lied. She explained that made Jesus unhappy and it was a sin, and we knelt by our itchy, ugly, 70’s circa sofa and I asked Jesus to be my Savior. I remember skipping to the phone to call my Sunday School teacher, Mrs. Morris to tell her.
2. Standing on an old milk crate to get baptized because I wasn’t tall enough to keep my head above water.
3. When I was five, my dad was attending Baptist Bible College in Springfield, MO, and I was in half day kindergarten. I went to the Jack Van Impe Crusade with him. Event at that age I remember hating being surrounded by all those people I didn’t know sitting in the bleachers.
4. My first grade year we lived in Turon, Kansas. My dad was the associate pastor of the Baptist church there. The school was for Kindergarten through 8th grade, and I was in a combined 1st and 2nd grade class. We still return to Turon for our family reunion on Memorial Day and I believe I’m related to everyone in the cemetery, including the current gravedigger. - Hey, Uncle Rolla.
5. We moved to Larned, KS when I was in second grade. Lived there for 3 years. I hated living there, hated the schools, and that was where the meanest girls I ever knew in my life lived. (The two Shellys, Mary, Susan, Janet. How’s life treating you?) I never had friends, never fit in, and remember a lot of pain that was inflicted by the kids there. This is where I first learned to love books and escaped to the library and to books on a regular basis, and to this day the library is one of my favorite places, so thanks for the meanness. Something good did come from those three years.
6. My favorite toy was a small stuffed panda.
7. We moved to Wichita when I was in the fifth grade. I remember sitting in the car in the parking lot of the Christian School I would attend for the next 8 years while my parents enrolled us in school. (I take my kids to enrollment; I wonder now why we were banished to the car? Maybe my folks were afraid they wouldn’t let us in if they met us first.)
From the musical Rent,
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love.525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes - how can you measure the life of a woman or man?In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.It’s time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love!
Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love.
How do I measure a year? Is it a calendar year or school year? Is it from birthday to birthday? It’s all of the above. I am celebrating my 42nd birthday on December 6. It’s not a milestone birthday and generally for me, it’s just another day with cake (the best kind of day). I have been thinking though, that 42 years is a long time. That’s a lot of minutes. So in honor of my 42 years, I’m going to share 42 events from my life over the next 6 days. (Otherwise this would be a really long post. So feel free to join me on a trip down memory lane, or just come back next week when it’s over.) Mostly they are in chronological order. It was hard to condense down to 42 events. I thought about giving you 525,600 minutes of my life but that was too much for me to remember.
1. One of my earliest memories is when I was five years old and I played in my mom’s lipstick. I had it all over my face and the bathroom. When she asked if I had been in her makeup, I lied. She explained that made Jesus unhappy and it was a sin, and we knelt by our itchy, ugly, 70’s circa sofa and I asked Jesus to be my Savior. I remember skipping to the phone to call my Sunday School teacher, Mrs. Morris to tell her.
2. Standing on an old milk crate to get baptized because I wasn’t tall enough to keep my head above water.
3. When I was five, my dad was attending Baptist Bible College in Springfield, MO, and I was in half day kindergarten. I went to the Jack Van Impe Crusade with him. Event at that age I remember hating being surrounded by all those people I didn’t know sitting in the bleachers.
4. My first grade year we lived in Turon, Kansas. My dad was the associate pastor of the Baptist church there. The school was for Kindergarten through 8th grade, and I was in a combined 1st and 2nd grade class. We still return to Turon for our family reunion on Memorial Day and I believe I’m related to everyone in the cemetery, including the current gravedigger. - Hey, Uncle Rolla.
5. We moved to Larned, KS when I was in second grade. Lived there for 3 years. I hated living there, hated the schools, and that was where the meanest girls I ever knew in my life lived. (The two Shellys, Mary, Susan, Janet. How’s life treating you?) I never had friends, never fit in, and remember a lot of pain that was inflicted by the kids there. This is where I first learned to love books and escaped to the library and to books on a regular basis, and to this day the library is one of my favorite places, so thanks for the meanness. Something good did come from those three years.
6. My favorite toy was a small stuffed panda.
7. We moved to Wichita when I was in the fifth grade. I remember sitting in the car in the parking lot of the Christian School I would attend for the next 8 years while my parents enrolled us in school. (I take my kids to enrollment; I wonder now why we were banished to the car? Maybe my folks were afraid they wouldn’t let us in if they met us first.)
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