Showing posts with label Everyday Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Everyday Life. Show all posts

05 August 2010

watch over me

watch over me by kirsten michelle (2010)

There aren't many words to my prayers these days. I find myself sending wordless thoughts and images, requests, petitions for which I cannot find the language, confident that the meaning of these things will not be lost in translation -- that they are better communicated as they are. No words. Just the pulses and surges of heart and soul.

So many unknowns looming in front of us: Ewan's heart. The lack of prospects (still -- after more than a year of looking) for James finding a job here. Given that, not knowing how soon after the birth I will need to return to work so we can make ends meet. These mysteries will break my heart if I let them.

Breathe. Trust. Pray.

Watch over me. Please, watch over me.

01 February 2010

first comes love, then comes marriage, then ...

... comes a positive pregnancy test.

130/365: first comes love, then comes marriage, then ...
130/365: positive pregnancy test
31 january 2010
canon 40d



Answers to the most popular questions thus far:
1. Our little bean is due to arrive on the scene about October 5 or so.
2. We do intend to find out the gender ahead of time. James is squarely on Team Pink and has requested that his little girl have curly hair.
3. I'm feeling OK and have the typical symptoms for 5 weeks into the game: very tired, light-headed, headache-y, and occasionally feeling like I got socked in the gut. I'm hungry all the time and always ready for a nap!!


I know there are some schools of thought that say you should wait until you've passed through the first trimester or hear the heartbeat to announce it to the world, but our thinking runs along these lines: this is a person, with a soul, unique and loved by God. Regardless of what happens at this point, someone is alive and present who was not just a few weeks ago. And so we believe this little one will be well served by people who will likewise love and pray for him/her. So if you think of it, we would be humbled and honored by your prayers for this little person that we love so much already.

Blessings to you!!! And ... WAHOO!!

03 January 2010

christmas vignettes: a photo journal

You and I all know very well that any tale of our Christmas-time would be incomplete without pictures. Here are a few snapshots of our first Christmas together, and those we spent it with.

Before we left for Bellingham, we received a special gift from a special friend. The lovely Christianne sent us this beautiful book with the words she penned just for our wedding day (incidentally, the only time I cried that day was when she was reading these words).

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We had some beautiful trees to look at during our stay.
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Kaari and I didn't really intend to go all matchy-matchy, I promise!!
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Mmm ... nothing like breakfast with the ones you love!!
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James and I attended Mass on Christmas morning.
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We put together a puzzle together later Christmas morning. Miss Lulu and the stuffed moose also got in on the action.
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We opened gifts.
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Some of us put bows on our heads. It's what we do.
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I was really excited for Kaari to open her gift, so she saved it for last.
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It was a book I made on Shutterfly with pictures I took fo our trip to Ireland!!

We drank coffee (mmm!!) and enjoyed our gifts some more.
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Scraping ice off the car was a daily routine. And taking pictures? Oh yeah. I was chomping at the bit to take some pictures.
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Speaking of which ... I've got a lot more to process!!
I'll see you soon!!

What are some of your favorite moments or
memories from Christmas 2009?

30 December 2009

beautiful-ordinary

this is our life (faux-laroid).

Every weekday, I wake up at 4:15 to take my temperature and pop a thyroid pill. Generally, I'll snooze a few minutes and push myself out of bed and lumber toward the bathroom. Flicking on the light, I reach for my toothbrush and nine times out of ten, will lament the frizziness of my hair.

I boil the water for my coffee in the red tea kettle we received as a wedding gift (which, sadly, doesn't whistle), pour it over the grainy, brown, and aromatic grounds of the Pike Place Blend coffee I had especially ground for my French press. After four minutes, I pour the brew into a favorite mug, add a packet of stevia, stir in some vanilla soy creamer and enjoy. My fingers cling to the ceramic curves, soaking in its heat, and I enjoy every life-giving sip.

I go to work, wrap myself in a black fleece blanket that has "Happy Holidays 2002" embroidered on a corner, and sit the cubicle and type words into the computer. To my left are sixteen pictures from my wedding and honeymoon that I had printed with thin black borders, and they make me happy.

After I work, I might grocery shop, picking up several bags of frozen green beans and some fish for dinner. I might select a bottle of wine that generally costs about $6-10 and then head to the gym. I like the cardio theatre for its darkness and how cool it feels. I'll go out and work the weights: squats, lunges, presses, curls. I feel good and accomplished when I'm done.

I drive home in about five minutes, drop off my grocery and gym bags, and my husband greets me: "Hello, sweet one." I kiss him, hug him, hang up my black wool coat, and sit down on the couch. He asks me if I want anything to drink.

After dinner, we sit on the couch together. We might watch a video on YouTube or from our Netflix queue. I'm probably processing pictures I took five days ago. I like to drape my legs and feet across his lap and relax, resting my head on the arm of the couch. We do this until I can't stand to stay awake anymore (generally, about 9:30 pm) and get ready for bed. I savor the moment just after I pull back the sheets and the comforter and I can crawl into bed with my too-cool body, sharing in his warmth.

He kisses me, wraps his arms around me, and then we sleep.

This is our beautiful-ordinary life. There is no glamour, no glitz, no flash. We are far too boring to have our own reality TV show, and that's just the way we like it (no matter, we don't have cable anyway). From the outside, our lives look like a lot of others right now. But this life is ours, and I love it.

Please tell me about your beautiful-ordinary life. What "ordinary" moments of your day are extraordinary and beautiful to you?


10 December 2009

oooh, shiny!!

I don't know what it is about Christmas that makes me so excited about all things glittery and shiny. Perhaps the cold freezes the parts of my brain that normally suppress such ecstatic outbursts in response to the sight of anything glittery and brightly colored. But I have to admit, I became positively giddy when decorating the tree with all manner of vibrantly colored, shiny, glittery ornaments. It's a wonder there was any glitter left on the ornaments that we hung -- I looked as though someone had fired at me repeatedly with a Bedazzler.

glittery green ornament

Oooh, shiny!! Sparkly, pretty!! Oooh ...

i are shiny.
Sorry. I get carried away sometimes.

Sparkles!! Pink sparkles!!

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Now one thing I will say about our tree: we have seven hundred and one square feet of living space (and that extra square foot means something). In that space, we have slightly more than one thousand books. And our bed, of course. And all my camera stuff. Which means that there's really not room for an impressive tree. So after books, bed, camera gear, and a few pairs of shoes, we have approximately one and one half square feet for our Christmas tree.

So without further ado, I am pleased to introduce you to our first Christmas tree. We call him Herb. Blogging friends, meet Herb. Herb, meet blogging friends.

our tree

Not exactly a shy one, is he?

So tell me, readers: do you have any favorite decorations or decorating traditions in your homes? As one who is interested in building family traditions, I'd love to know. Please share!!

22 November 2009

next time you go to the park, be sure to bring bread for the ducks.

Because they will let you know in no uncertain terms exactly what they think of you if you don't.

this is what happens to visitors who come to the arboretum without bread for the ducks.
Ducks @ Lake Washington Arboretum
Capitol Hill (Seattle, WA)
21 Nov 2009
Canon 40D


27 October 2008

welcome home

Welcome to the new digs, friends!!

Anna and Elyse and I signed the lease on the new place on Saturday.

#101 red door


I'm also happy to report that Kaari and Melissa have already found an amazing gal to take my place in our current house. God is good!!

Come on in and take a little tour with me ...

04 April 2008

the latte diet {a sip or 2 of stewardship}

I cannot believe it's already been a full week since I last posted anything here!! The week has been a flurry of activity at work and in the goings-on in the slice of life I claim away from my job and the blogosphere {who knew such a slice of life existed?!}.

I am awake; I'm out of bed and moving about. I am most definitely looking forward to sharing some of the goings-on of this week with you in the near future. But for now, some of it is going to be tucked away in a file with big red letters reading TOP SECRET stamped on the cover. It's just a little bit mean to bait you with that information, but I won't lie: it keeps me entertained!

I've had much on my mind lately, and while what you're about the read is not the most exciting on my list {not by a longshot}, it is something important to me; so I want to share with you the results of this recent project/experiment I've undertaken.

As the title of this blog suggests, I like lattes. I enjoy them quite a bit. One might even say I love them.

Each sip of a good latte is a taste of heaven for me and not a single one goes unappreciated. When I get that cup full of hot espresso and steamed soy milk, I wrap my chilled fingers closely around the cup and let its heat radiate outward, translating itself into hands that are hungry for the heat it offers. Tensing my muscles in anticipation, I inhale deeply, put the lid of the cup up to my lips, slowly take in that first sip, savoring it in my mouth for a moment until I finally swallow. My muscles release and a deep sigh of contentment escapes my lungs as it slides down my throat and nestles into my belly. Mmm …

These tastes of heaven and sighs of contentment come at a price, however. I have yet to find the coffee shop that gives away its beverages for free {NOTE: if you find one, I am willing to relocate}. These cups of contentment add up in a very objective, dollars and cents kind of way. The price seems so innocent, so benign when it’s one at a time. But collectively, that’s something else.

This past Tuesday, I grit my teeth, logged on to my credit union’s website, and went through the past two months of bank statements to see how often I was making purchases as well as to gather some hard data around exactly how much I was spending. I've known for awhile that it was time to take the long view regarding my latte habit. The number wasn’t as much as I feared, but it was enough to make me reconsider whether or not this was the best use of the money with which God has entrusted to me. Seeing as I’ve been averaging a little over twenty pit stops per month (gasp!!), the answer to this one was a no-brainer: I didn’t have to banish lattes completely, but my behavior and habits would need to change.

I was already at least partway set up for success: I had a French press my brother gave me around Christmas-time that was gathering dust in a kitchen cabinet I can only reach with a stepstool. For the cost of about two lattes, I recently purchased 10 oz. of a wonderful, fair-trade organic coffee. For the cost of about half a latte, I purchase a container of vanilla soy creamer. Add a little squeeze of the agave syrup already in my possession to sweeten it, and I was good to go.

So for the cost of 2.5 lattes, I’ve already had 5 cups of coffee. The French press version with soy creamer mimics my favorite pricey drink quite well and even if I had used up all the coffee beans as of today {which I have not, of course}, I’ve already saved myself the cost of nearly three lattes and the savings will only compound with each cup consumed of the French press version, assuming it is standing in for a would-be latte purchase.

My new morning pick-me-up has already paid for itself in less than a week. I enjoy it every bit as much as the real deal. A bonus on top of the dollars saved is I’m also reducing waste in the process. I am guilty of being one of those consumers who goes through the drive-through and gladly defaults to the paper cup. I now take my coffee with me in a ceramic tumbler that is easily rinsed and washed once I’ve gulped down my morning brew. Sounds like a win-win to me!

If I reduce my consumption of lattes to average out to one or even two lattes per week, I'm in a position for an annual savings of several hundred dollars. While over the course of a year a few hundred dollars may not seem like much, the advantages far outweigh any loss I might incur as a result: I'm mindful of a particular spending habit, I'm reducing waste, and the dollars I save can go toward something else {a trip? another writing conference? helping finance a philanthropic or missions project?}. When offered to the almighty God who took a few loaves and fishes to feed a multitude, who knows what He might be able to do with a few hundred dollars?

I guess we'll see!

On a side note, the name of my blog will not be changing. French press & rainy days just doesn't have the same ring to it! :o)



latte photo by kirsten.michelle

11 November 2007

coffeeshop prophet

A funny thing happened on the way to Mass this morning ...

I went to Seattle yesterday to meet with Fr. C for catechism. Since the friend I was intending to stay with last night was working incredibly late, I decided to get a hotel in south Seattle. It seemed senseless (not to mention ecologically unsound) to make a 200-mile roundtrip twice in one weekend.

I checked out of my hotel this morning with plenty of time to spare, so I stopped in at a Tully's and ordered my double-tall soy latte, opened my laptop, and sipped my hot drink contentedly while checking e-mail and perusing blogs. Just two other people were there.

Opposite from me sat a 40-something man who, it appeared, was doing the same thing I was: enjoying hot coffee on a brisk autumn morning, checking e-mails and sending out some of his own. From his friendly banter with the baristas, I figured him for a regular.

I don't recall precisely how our conversation started, because I am still floored by what happened next. Having never met me and without knowing my name, he spoke with a stunning amount of accuracy about my life: about my faith, spirituality and the journey I'm on, my current challenges and worries, my education, my work, my interests, my writing, my relationships, and very specific and recent heartaches which I've disclosed to very few people. He told me that a friend had mistaken my goodness for weakness.

He had me pegged. Each word he spoke was an arrow that hit the bullseye. "Disconcerting" isn't quite the right word for what this was. If he hadn't been so correct in what he spoke, it would have been creepy. But it really wasn't; it was just true.

Am I that transparent that even a perfect stranger could read me from across a coffeeshop?

I introduced myself before I left. His name is Curtis. He shook my hand and smiled broadly at me before I walked to my car. He told me I'd be blessed, that I'd find what I was searching for.

Anyone else have something like this happen to them? What do you make of encounters such as these?

15 March 2007

Settled!

I learned today that my insurance claim has been closed as of March 8. My insurance company didn't call me; I learned this information when I checked the claim status at their website.

HALLELUJAH!! What a tremendous relief.

02 February 2007

Photosmart

It's in the name of my new digital camera, not an adjective that describes me. Maybe with practice, I one day will be proficient enough to call myself "photosmart".

I was thrilled to receive my new digital camera yesterday. It is an HP Photosmart M627 Digital Camera. I don't know all the tricks just yet, but am having oodles of fun experimenting with various self portraits (which is not recommended when you just get done working out at the gym) and pictures of my feet (also unpleasant to look at post-workout).

As soon as I receive my laptop & establish an internet connection, I'll be in business. Ain't technology grand?

08 January 2007

Cat Nap

Anyone who has spent time with me in recent years knows that there are two things I absolutely cannot do:
  1. Sit still when there is anything that can be or should be cleaned in my apartment.

  2. Stay awake while watching a movie at home.

I spent some time at my parents' home yesterday & while doing laundry, I went to my sister's room to watch a movie. I wasn't particularly tired, but as the cliche goes, "old habits die hard".

My sister snapped this photo with her camera phone while the cat & I took an afternoon siesta on her bed.

10 December 2006

Laundry Helper

Because I have a sick love of doing laundry but don't have the luxury of a washer & dryer in my apartment, I usually do laundry at my parents' house (I would much rather do it here than use quarters in an often unreliable washer & dryer in my complex).

Today as I was sorting & folding laundry, Slater (the family cat) decided he would "help" by keeping my jeans warm.

Too cute. =)