Saturday, November 28, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
21 Across the World
Yesterday, well sorta today was (is) my 21st birthday. not only that but its November 21st...so my Golden Birthday. 21 on the 21st!
I loved all the things people did for me all over. So I thought I would share them with you.
Jessica and I spent the day together... She took me to an Indian food restaurant for dinner! Which was full of a huge Indian family enjoying the food as well. We sat and I taught jess how to eat with her hands. She was an instant learning. Its the flick at the end that makes the difference. What was hilarious is 1. we ate with our hands, thinking " they are gonna think we are AWESOME!" then the got their food and were using their silverware. So that was a bit embarrassing. 2. because we ate with our hands a day after and we still smell like curry.
After dinner Jessica took me to see Julie and Julia. That thing is this was an AMAZING movie theater. It is about 2o minutes from home. You reverse your tickets online, then you get there and buy them. A man is in charge on letting people into the theater. He guides you in with a flash light, and directs you to your sit. Which is not just a sit...but a nice couch with pillows. The whole theater is full of couchs. Its like a giant living room you share with strangers. I loved it! You can order wine, or ice cream, anything and eat it while you are watching the film. I loved just hanging out with my sister, had such a fun day.
I forgot to mention. I haven't got to talk with Judith and David from India since i left. I have been missing them and Hannah so much. But we were all busy. BUT yesterday we skyped! I got to see all of them. They all sang me happy birthday. It was my favorite present : )
Then this morning I woke up, and went to try a new church here in wellington. Was pretty good, met some really nice people. Then I came up, and I walked into the house to see my dad had ordered me 21 yellow roses!!!!!!! They are beautiful , thanks dad!!!
Then I went unto my computer and my friends from Ireland had a birthday party for me in Belfast, and sent me the video!!!! They all ate cake, and lite candles and sang. I loved it so much.
I just really have had such an amazing birthday(s) and wanted to say thank you to all of you!!! For the calls and message, and thought gestures! Love you!
I loved all the things people did for me all over. So I thought I would share them with you.
Jessica and I spent the day together... She took me to an Indian food restaurant for dinner! Which was full of a huge Indian family enjoying the food as well. We sat and I taught jess how to eat with her hands. She was an instant learning. Its the flick at the end that makes the difference. What was hilarious is 1. we ate with our hands, thinking " they are gonna think we are AWESOME!" then the got their food and were using their silverware. So that was a bit embarrassing. 2. because we ate with our hands a day after and we still smell like curry.
After dinner Jessica took me to see Julie and Julia. That thing is this was an AMAZING movie theater. It is about 2o minutes from home. You reverse your tickets online, then you get there and buy them. A man is in charge on letting people into the theater. He guides you in with a flash light, and directs you to your sit. Which is not just a sit...but a nice couch with pillows. The whole theater is full of couchs. Its like a giant living room you share with strangers. I loved it! You can order wine, or ice cream, anything and eat it while you are watching the film. I loved just hanging out with my sister, had such a fun day.
I forgot to mention. I haven't got to talk with Judith and David from India since i left. I have been missing them and Hannah so much. But we were all busy. BUT yesterday we skyped! I got to see all of them. They all sang me happy birthday. It was my favorite present : )
Then this morning I woke up, and went to try a new church here in wellington. Was pretty good, met some really nice people. Then I came up, and I walked into the house to see my dad had ordered me 21 yellow roses!!!!!!! They are beautiful , thanks dad!!!
Then I went unto my computer and my friends from Ireland had a birthday party for me in Belfast, and sent me the video!!!! They all ate cake, and lite candles and sang. I loved it so much.
I just really have had such an amazing birthday(s) and wanted to say thank you to all of you!!! For the calls and message, and thought gestures! Love you!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Working Alone.
So today while Jessica and her office are having their Christmas party, I am manning the reception desk. That means answering phones " Good Morning, thank you for calling this is Laura". Also side jobs, like contractors will come up, and people will randomly come in with questions. I usually don't have the right answers. One of my first calls was a man asking for i thought " Brian", and continued to tell him that "he" was out of the office. The man on the other line was quiet then replied, "umm you mean "she"". Come to find out New Zealand accents are actually like a foreign language. He was actually saying Branka, which is a strange name by itself.
I felt a bit awkward, and he fold it quite hilarious. So not only was I doing these activities, but also was solo in the office. Which in my case involved fast bathroom breaks. Seeing as I am the only person here to answer phones, I was dashing to the toilet and back. Its sorta like a mid day workout.
After sitting properly for a good 5 hours, I thought about putting my feet up and just relaxing ( which I did ). In the back of my mind i was wondering if they have one of those office video cameras. Then once a month the managers get together and watch, and laugh their heads off. I tried not to pull any wedgies or pick my nose. I couldn't spot a camera, but it doesn't mean its not there...dum dum dum.
Oh also, because I can't leave the desk area Mr. Ben, Jessica's fantastic boyfriend brought me my favorite bagel! It was a fantastic lunch, and I must do a shout out. Thanks Ben! Also the other evening Ben and I watch transformers... the new movie. A bit overdone, but still loved it.
so back to the back stories. I am almost done with my fully day, and am taking time now in the end to write a blog. ALERT: Bicycle Boy, Mail Man Pickup, and Crazy Lady phone Call
So as I was relaxing and reading when the elevator door opened. It was like a easy going visitor. This was a full of mail delivery in high speed. A guy came out, with his bicycle helmet, and sun glasses still on. Hair was a bit wind blown ( not unusual for wellington, but important for dramatic effect in the story). He came right at me with a a parcel, and mumbled something and ran back over to the elevator. I then was just holding it and watching, and then turned back around and said " I asked you for your name!". I quickly said " LAURA!" ah. He was in a rush. It was hilarious. kinda felt like i was on punked, and handled it all very well.
Afterwards another person came back up the elevator and was asking to pick up any mail. I continue to tell them the whole office would not be returning tell after 5 and would most likely be intoxicated. We then became instant friends. I never got his name, but I feel like that doesn't really matter. He asked me if i was going to meet up with them, and going pub hopping. I told him, I don't like to pub hob. You should have seen his face, my first encounter telling a wellingder that I don't drink. Shockly he took it well, and said he likes to pub hop. I told him he isn't alone here in wellington. He was trying to decide if he could leave work early cause we are his last stop for mail, and everyone doesn't come back to 5. I didn't get him my thoughts, cause i said if something happened and he got in trouble, I don't want him to blame the receptionist. He left shortly after.
Last but NOT least. The phone just rang and I picked it up. The lady at the other end said, " Gooooooood aftttterrrrrrrrnoon! is Ryannnnnnnnnn there?" I found it quite hilarious her dragging her words, and wish i could describe it better. Though i can't just image a funny lady calling and purposely talking long. its great.
I felt a bit awkward, and he fold it quite hilarious. So not only was I doing these activities, but also was solo in the office. Which in my case involved fast bathroom breaks. Seeing as I am the only person here to answer phones, I was dashing to the toilet and back. Its sorta like a mid day workout.
After sitting properly for a good 5 hours, I thought about putting my feet up and just relaxing ( which I did ). In the back of my mind i was wondering if they have one of those office video cameras. Then once a month the managers get together and watch, and laugh their heads off. I tried not to pull any wedgies or pick my nose. I couldn't spot a camera, but it doesn't mean its not there...dum dum dum.
Oh also, because I can't leave the desk area Mr. Ben, Jessica's fantastic boyfriend brought me my favorite bagel! It was a fantastic lunch, and I must do a shout out. Thanks Ben! Also the other evening Ben and I watch transformers... the new movie. A bit overdone, but still loved it.
so back to the back stories. I am almost done with my fully day, and am taking time now in the end to write a blog. ALERT: Bicycle Boy, Mail Man Pickup, and Crazy Lady phone Call
So as I was relaxing and reading when the elevator door opened. It was like a easy going visitor. This was a full of mail delivery in high speed. A guy came out, with his bicycle helmet, and sun glasses still on. Hair was a bit wind blown ( not unusual for wellington, but important for dramatic effect in the story). He came right at me with a a parcel, and mumbled something and ran back over to the elevator. I then was just holding it and watching, and then turned back around and said " I asked you for your name!". I quickly said " LAURA!" ah. He was in a rush. It was hilarious. kinda felt like i was on punked, and handled it all very well.
Afterwards another person came back up the elevator and was asking to pick up any mail. I continue to tell them the whole office would not be returning tell after 5 and would most likely be intoxicated. We then became instant friends. I never got his name, but I feel like that doesn't really matter. He asked me if i was going to meet up with them, and going pub hopping. I told him, I don't like to pub hob. You should have seen his face, my first encounter telling a wellingder that I don't drink. Shockly he took it well, and said he likes to pub hop. I told him he isn't alone here in wellington. He was trying to decide if he could leave work early cause we are his last stop for mail, and everyone doesn't come back to 5. I didn't get him my thoughts, cause i said if something happened and he got in trouble, I don't want him to blame the receptionist. He left shortly after.
Last but NOT least. The phone just rang and I picked it up. The lady at the other end said, " Gooooooood aftttterrrrrrrrnoon! is Ryannnnnnnnnn there?" I found it quite hilarious her dragging her words, and wish i could describe it better. Though i can't just image a funny lady calling and purposely talking long. its great.
Rowmens
I have just started doing a little bit of a study in the book of Romans.
I am reading a book, then going and reading Romans, to see if what the writer is saying is lining up to what the bible says.
As I was reading I was loving how Paul ( who wrote the book of Romans) was saying that God sees everyone, Jews and unbelievers all the same. In Chapter 2, it was describing how religious people have been mis-judging people and thinking of themselves higher then the average Joe. Paul begins to explain how the law in the old testament didn't come so we could judge ourselves against other people, it was for us to notice how none of us could meet the mark. That we needed a Savior. If we were to judge ourselves against the law, we couldn't match up.
The thing I find so interesting, is that I know that. Though I seem to find myself not up to par. That I am missing it, and that sometimes I am harder on myself...when God isn't concerned in the least. I think "oh I haven't done this right, or i forgot to do that". When God is still up there loving me. not because of ANYTHING I can do, but because of EVERYTHING He has already done for me.
Sometimes maybe we all like to feel like we have to check boxes off our list, and slowly climb the success latter. So we choose for ourselves to try to met the mark, and we do good for a while, then just like average, we make a mistake. Then we are hard on ourselves, thinking God is disappointed with us. its ridiculous! ha
I love these verses in Chapter 3. " Therefore by the deeds of the law no flesh will be justified in His sight, for by the law is the knowledge of sin." -Romans 3: 20
so I read that and realized... So instead of it saying " for the law is the knowledge of sin." it could say " for the grace of God is the knowledge of justification." Justification means: just as if you had NEVER sinned.
Q;so how are we justified you ask????
" Being justified freely by His grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus." -Romans 3:24
A:by Jesus. thank goodness
"Therefore we conclude that a man is justified by faith apart from the deeds of the law."
After I read these, i had a light bulb go off. Its like you can hear something over and over, and never really understand it, tell you learn it for yourself. I can not be justified by myself, the only way I can is by believing on Jesus.
Jesus came took everything on himself, and left nothing but perfect salvation for us!
So a bit of a more serious blog...but I just was so excited about how easy it is to believe God, and what He did...and BAM your in the justification club! HOORAY
I am reading a book, then going and reading Romans, to see if what the writer is saying is lining up to what the bible says.
As I was reading I was loving how Paul ( who wrote the book of Romans) was saying that God sees everyone, Jews and unbelievers all the same. In Chapter 2, it was describing how religious people have been mis-judging people and thinking of themselves higher then the average Joe. Paul begins to explain how the law in the old testament didn't come so we could judge ourselves against other people, it was for us to notice how none of us could meet the mark. That we needed a Savior. If we were to judge ourselves against the law, we couldn't match up.
The thing I find so interesting, is that I know that. Though I seem to find myself not up to par. That I am missing it, and that sometimes I am harder on myself...when God isn't concerned in the least. I think "oh I haven't done this right, or i forgot to do that". When God is still up there loving me. not because of ANYTHING I can do, but because of EVERYTHING He has already done for me.
Sometimes maybe we all like to feel like we have to check boxes off our list, and slowly climb the success latter. So we choose for ourselves to try to met the mark, and we do good for a while, then just like average, we make a mistake. Then we are hard on ourselves, thinking God is disappointed with us. its ridiculous! ha
I love these verses in Chapter 3. " Therefore by the deeds of the law no flesh will be justified in His sight, for by the law is the knowledge of sin." -Romans 3: 20
so I read that and realized... So instead of it saying " for the law is the knowledge of sin." it could say " for the grace of God is the knowledge of justification." Justification means: just as if you had NEVER sinned.
Q;so how are we justified you ask????
" Being justified freely by His grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus." -Romans 3:24
A:by Jesus. thank goodness
"Therefore we conclude that a man is justified by faith apart from the deeds of the law."
After I read these, i had a light bulb go off. Its like you can hear something over and over, and never really understand it, tell you learn it for yourself. I can not be justified by myself, the only way I can is by believing on Jesus.
Jesus came took everything on himself, and left nothing but perfect salvation for us!
So a bit of a more serious blog...but I just was so excited about how easy it is to believe God, and what He did...and BAM your in the justification club! HOORAY
Monday, November 16, 2009
Breaking the rules on working.
Today was my official first day back to work, in almost 2 years.
While I am in New Zealand, I had to get a job to pay for rent. Jessica was kind enough to help me get a couple part time jobs here in Wellington.
So I woke up this morning, feel I'd say more nervous then normal. I decied to keep it relaxed, and get ready slowly. bad idea. I ended up getting sucked into facebook, and a wee chat with my old time friend Gabrielle. While not only was I running out of time, I was still facebook chatting, and my labtop was dieing. So I had to bring my lab-top and charger along with me to each room in the house. I was cooking breakfast while typing, and then eating the lounge while typing, then getting dressed while typing. It was a full on experience.
As I was typing and trying to get dressed, it was one of those moment when you realize maybe none of you clothes actually look good for what you need to do. I keep changing pants and shoes. eventually i typed to Gabrielle that i had no clue what to where. Her advice " You look beautiful, just be confident in what your wearing!". So I thought " YES I CAN DO THIS...!" I continued to try and tell myself it, and realized I couldn't actually say it tell I put on a danglely necklace. I now know, when all else fails put on a danglely necklace and be confident about your outfit! I was wearing plaid, so I choose to sport the pony tail. A pony tail always works with plaid.
So I finish my last few words with my friend, ( forget to sign off facebook) then go running out the door. I brought an apple with me cause i didn't know what sort of things I would be doing at work, but I knew i would want food. I walked half way there, and rode the cable car up the hill, and headed into work.
I am currently leaving my job secretive for the fact that I don't know who reads this. but if you know me, you know where I am working. ha. hope that doesn't ruin the story.
But I walk into the office and knock on my managers door, and soon come to find out she is out of the office, and "alex" the guy who is suppose to be giving me a tour, is out sick. So I get thrown into work mood and stay training right away. I loved it. I first had to alphabetize, which I didn't tell them I am not one to be quick with my A,B,C's. I seriously had to count through the A,B,C'w while doing it. Then I had to do filing, and numbering and saving documents on a computer. The people I have met so far are amazing. The the people in the office are outgoing, and really easy to chat with.
There are what they call "Filing Farie's" that is what I am, and then they have " Filing Warriors" which are guy versions. The only warrior I met today was named, umm actually I can't remember. He was ridiculously good at his job. He knew everything, and I didn't hesitate to ask him lots of questions. So really our jobs are to assist the other people in the office with work they can't be bothered with. I like those sort of jobs. Makes me feel like I am the back round. The back round is always what makes the whole room look complete. It there wasn't good paint on the walls they would be just plain white. So us keeping the office up to parr, makes them look good as well.
I got off early, and walked unto the cable car to go back down. On the way I met a friendly lady named Yevette. She is from Malaysia. She began to talk about Navagators, and people that were missionaries. I got to excited, and I asked her more about it. I ended up getting some peoples information on christian organizations here in Wellington. That was so encouraging. She said afterward, that she was going to walk down the hill today, but deiced to take the cable car instead. I told her God wanted her to talk with me...: )
I then walked from my work, to Jessica and chatted about our days. Then trotted on home, and relaxed. I love work day # 1.
I forgot on the way to work I found $4 on the ground!!! So God, and so good!
While I am in New Zealand, I had to get a job to pay for rent. Jessica was kind enough to help me get a couple part time jobs here in Wellington.
So I woke up this morning, feel I'd say more nervous then normal. I decied to keep it relaxed, and get ready slowly. bad idea. I ended up getting sucked into facebook, and a wee chat with my old time friend Gabrielle. While not only was I running out of time, I was still facebook chatting, and my labtop was dieing. So I had to bring my lab-top and charger along with me to each room in the house. I was cooking breakfast while typing, and then eating the lounge while typing, then getting dressed while typing. It was a full on experience.
As I was typing and trying to get dressed, it was one of those moment when you realize maybe none of you clothes actually look good for what you need to do. I keep changing pants and shoes. eventually i typed to Gabrielle that i had no clue what to where. Her advice " You look beautiful, just be confident in what your wearing!". So I thought " YES I CAN DO THIS...!" I continued to try and tell myself it, and realized I couldn't actually say it tell I put on a danglely necklace. I now know, when all else fails put on a danglely necklace and be confident about your outfit! I was wearing plaid, so I choose to sport the pony tail. A pony tail always works with plaid.
So I finish my last few words with my friend, ( forget to sign off facebook) then go running out the door. I brought an apple with me cause i didn't know what sort of things I would be doing at work, but I knew i would want food. I walked half way there, and rode the cable car up the hill, and headed into work.
I am currently leaving my job secretive for the fact that I don't know who reads this. but if you know me, you know where I am working. ha. hope that doesn't ruin the story.
But I walk into the office and knock on my managers door, and soon come to find out she is out of the office, and "alex" the guy who is suppose to be giving me a tour, is out sick. So I get thrown into work mood and stay training right away. I loved it. I first had to alphabetize, which I didn't tell them I am not one to be quick with my A,B,C's. I seriously had to count through the A,B,C'w while doing it. Then I had to do filing, and numbering and saving documents on a computer. The people I have met so far are amazing. The the people in the office are outgoing, and really easy to chat with.
There are what they call "Filing Farie's" that is what I am, and then they have " Filing Warriors" which are guy versions. The only warrior I met today was named, umm actually I can't remember. He was ridiculously good at his job. He knew everything, and I didn't hesitate to ask him lots of questions. So really our jobs are to assist the other people in the office with work they can't be bothered with. I like those sort of jobs. Makes me feel like I am the back round. The back round is always what makes the whole room look complete. It there wasn't good paint on the walls they would be just plain white. So us keeping the office up to parr, makes them look good as well.
I got off early, and walked unto the cable car to go back down. On the way I met a friendly lady named Yevette. She is from Malaysia. She began to talk about Navagators, and people that were missionaries. I got to excited, and I asked her more about it. I ended up getting some peoples information on christian organizations here in Wellington. That was so encouraging. She said afterward, that she was going to walk down the hill today, but deiced to take the cable car instead. I told her God wanted her to talk with me...: )
I then walked from my work, to Jessica and chatted about our days. Then trotted on home, and relaxed. I love work day # 1.
I forgot on the way to work I found $4 on the ground!!! So God, and so good!
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Spontenous Weather Patterns.
I woke up this morning, not wanting to look out the window in case the Grey clouds had deiced to stay another day in wellington. Against my will, I had to rise to my feet and use the "toilet" as they would say here. Surprisingly as I opened my door, I could see the sun shining through every window! I grabbed my bible and another book, and sat in the sun shine as long as i could.
I had an appointment again with "Jess" today to get my bank account and other such things sorted out. I tried out a crazy colorful outfit, just to see how I would fit in. Here in Wellington people wear the strangest outfits, and everyone says no one cares. I did notice a few awkward stares...but for the most part I think my outfit did alright. I will continue trying to see how crazy it can get before people start to notice.
As I walked to Jessica's work, I noticed the whole work force had dropped everything and went to lay in the sun. I was wondering who were the un "lucky" ones who had to cover for the sun bathers? Everyone here also seems to jog/run all the time. I feel like I am more fit just by watching them all run past me. I almost feel like I don't really need to workout, since all of them are doing so well at it already.
After much hard work, and photo coping "Jess" and I finished everything up. The banker was quite the funny guy. I enjoyed his stories about Harry potter and the current books he is reading. I love people that aren't afraid to be friends with you, even when they hardly know your name.
Jessica had to finish up at work, so I headed back. Although i did mention the beautiful sunny weather earlier, it didn't last long. Clouds rolled in, and bringing along windy. I was walking past a group of workers and my skirt flew up in the air, and all the road work flew into my eyes. It was a great memory...not. As I made my way home i spotted my type of "runner". I had looked behind me and spotted a guy about my age, who just seemed to be walking slowly far behind me. I looked back forward, and continued walking. 3 minutes later, he comes running past. I kept my eye on him thinking he was a Laura runner. As soon as he got pretty much almost out of site...he stopped running. See That is how i run. I walk until I see people, then i jog way pass them tell I can hardly breathe then i spot and walk again...knowing that those people definitely thought i was fit. ha I just want to say " Keep up the good work running man.!"
I had an appointment again with "Jess" today to get my bank account and other such things sorted out. I tried out a crazy colorful outfit, just to see how I would fit in. Here in Wellington people wear the strangest outfits, and everyone says no one cares. I did notice a few awkward stares...but for the most part I think my outfit did alright. I will continue trying to see how crazy it can get before people start to notice.
As I walked to Jessica's work, I noticed the whole work force had dropped everything and went to lay in the sun. I was wondering who were the un "lucky" ones who had to cover for the sun bathers? Everyone here also seems to jog/run all the time. I feel like I am more fit just by watching them all run past me. I almost feel like I don't really need to workout, since all of them are doing so well at it already.
After much hard work, and photo coping "Jess" and I finished everything up. The banker was quite the funny guy. I enjoyed his stories about Harry potter and the current books he is reading. I love people that aren't afraid to be friends with you, even when they hardly know your name.
Jessica had to finish up at work, so I headed back. Although i did mention the beautiful sunny weather earlier, it didn't last long. Clouds rolled in, and bringing along windy. I was walking past a group of workers and my skirt flew up in the air, and all the road work flew into my eyes. It was a great memory...not. As I made my way home i spotted my type of "runner". I had looked behind me and spotted a guy about my age, who just seemed to be walking slowly far behind me. I looked back forward, and continued walking. 3 minutes later, he comes running past. I kept my eye on him thinking he was a Laura runner. As soon as he got pretty much almost out of site...he stopped running. See That is how i run. I walk until I see people, then i jog way pass them tell I can hardly breathe then i spot and walk again...knowing that those people definitely thought i was fit. ha I just want to say " Keep up the good work running man.!"
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
The Shimmy Shack
how do you spell shimmy? I think that's right.
Its something I still have not mastered the art of. I think to my advantage.
Shimmying could bring about more problems then solutions in my life.
Awk. So Wellintong post #1. For those of you that are wondering what my current location is:
Wellington, New Zealand. My port is: The Shimmy Shack rented by the lovely couple Ben and Jess. Its a new thing for me to call Jess...Jess. Its like her New Zealand name.
She moved here and now everyone calls her Jess. For the insiders mind, back in the CO we all call Jess...Jessica, or Jessie, or Jessie girl. I am starting to love it though. I had to fill out some forms today for getting a jay of bee ( job ). There you could write the name you would like to be called by, i seriously thought hard about if i wanted ta fake identity. I decided that for sanity reasons, to stick with my everyday, born with, name.
While I am living here with "Jess", I will be renting and cleaning the shimmy. I also picked up a couple part time jobs, so then people here can have something to talk about when they run into me. Which for the most part you see everyone and their cats roaming the streets of the windy city. Sadly less cats then people. For those of you that can't wait to hear about the sheep... I haven't spotted any yet...except a few pairs of sheep skin boats and rugs? pretty darn close.
So I have been here for a complete week as of TODAY. My aunt was out visiting my sister as well, so I have just now moved into my room officially. Its exciting, a new environment and a new room. It keeps me creative. So after moving my things into my room, I met up with "Jess" and she took me to my first new job, to pick up my papers and get a feel for what I'll be doing. I must first explain that my sister "Jess" is sorta like those 1950's film stars. Her look fits perfect into the corporate work world, which my look is more of a " did she shower today " look. Which I am quite proud of. As we walked side by side to the cable car, her in her cute work dress and clicking heels, and my grey printed T-Shirt that happens to say in BOLD letters " keepin it clean like a washin machine!" We arrive at the cable car, which is sorta like a little train that takes you up a hill, and the guy asked how old i was. We had him guess, he said "15". In between our laughter we said " no, almost 21". He was saying that if I was 15 I could have got a discounted price on the cable car. Nice guy.
After I experienced my new job atmosphere, I headed back to "Jess"'s office for a wee hangout. Then back home, to relax and do my normal everyday life. couch time with my mac. I only have a few more days of what I call normalcy, until I hit real life in the face. To work on Monday. yeah I said work...and I said Monday. dangerous combo.
Birthday Blog #2 DAD!
My Dad's birthday was yesterday...and I am writing his birthday blog today.
The more I have traveled the more I remember memories with my dad. I don't quite know why, but it must be a way of keeping me from missing him. I remember all the toys he use to keep for our bath times, which included military boats and helicopters. I had no idea there were other sorts of toys. My dad always tried to included military lifestyle into our family blood line. When I was younger I never really understood the "big deal" with the grunting, and the American flag. Now that I am getting a bit more informed, I have begun to realize what an awesome thing my dad can say he served in. Proud of you dad.
Other then the memories, my dad brings so much joy into my life. He is the one person I know I can call and will answer his phone at any time, unless for two reasons: 1. He can't hear it 2. He left his phone in the other room, and was watching NCSI. I love that he always finds time to have time with me. I love that when i need to talk, he is ready to listen. He is one of the best listeners i have ever met in my life. I love that after i have talked off his ear he always says, " Now, would you like my advice...you can take it or leave it." Its the way he puts it, that actually makes you want to ask for his advice. Its not like he needs to say anything, but wants to know if we want he to. I love that.
My dads favorite restaurant is Village Inn. Its not just like a frequent stop, it is my dads second home. He knows the cooks, and waiters by name, and they know him. He loves when we come home, or bring friends to introduce them to the staff. " Hi, This is my daughter Laura, and her best friend from Florida named Martha!". Ha I seriously can't help but laugh out loud thinking about it. I love that he just has his own little grove in the world. It makes me happy, that he is happy.
My dad does a few different things, but my favorite thing he does is bus driving. I think he started driving kids to school about a year ago. He gets up before the sun, loads the kids in the bus and drives them to and from school every day. His stories make me laugh so hard. My dad has a way with little kids, that is hard to explain. He can't help but try to be a dad to all of them. He tells me stories of how cute the kids are, and the stories they tell him. Of course there are the kids that cause trouble, and he has to have them clean the bus, or sit up front. It is just adorable.
I think that my dad can be his toughest crowd. Sometimes he doesn't realize all that he has done, and all that he has become. I have seen my dad change since i was 6 into an awesome man of God. He has accomplished so much, and been the best dad to me. He reminds me of the dad from full house.That sits down and just has the nicest things to say at the right moment.
The world sometimes tells us what we all need to become. What we all need to do, and what we all should look like. By this age, you need to have this and that. I would have to disagree with the world with almost everything it says. It comes up with status, and levels that are truly not from the heart. You realize that each of us, have a story and a destiny different from each other. They aren't suppose to look the same, or be the same. We were not born to mirror each other, but to show each other our own colors. Sometimes i think my dad doesn't realize that even though, his life my look different from the average, it just means that its his own. I love what he has done, and is doing with his life. Regardless of what the world holds against him to compare. My dad should own a plaque for being the best dad.
So Dad thanks for being you, and letting me always be me. Because of that, it makes it easier for my light to shine. You taught me to be all that I can be, and I believed you. Thanks for showing me a picture of my first dad...God.
: ) Love you and Happy Birthday!
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