man, i did it ALL today! (except go to monkey mountain, which was actually a good call, it being a long day as it is. i swear to you, though. i will make it to this mountain) we went to the tiger zoo (we again being me and the california team, and laura peters), and i held a baby tiger, and fed it a bottle of warm milk, and they had a cage where tigers and pigs live in harmony, and then laura and i each hatched a crocodile (they hand you an egg with a baby crocodile in it, one that's already started pecking his way out, and then you help pick him out, and he chirps at you the whole time, and then you cut the umbilical cord, and that's gross) and then i fed some green beans to a camel, and had iguanas piled on my head, and held a wallabe (A WALLABE!!!), and saw a lady covered in scorpions, and rode an elephant, and fed a chicken on a string to a bunch of crocodiles (ain't no thang like a chicken on a strang), and i ate a coconut!!! out of the coconut!!! so check out my photo blog. it's gotten WAY more exciting in the past 24 hours.
and THEN we got home and i had about 2 hours to shower and plan our kids program (i hadn't had a chance to pull anything together last night because i was helping the boys sell popcorn at the market so that they have some spending money, and then i helped the california team teach the first of the adult english classes that dave and i will be taking over for the rest of the summer), and then i thought i'd lost all my photos (see previous blog), and then i came to the church to throw something together, a program of my choice for an unknown number of children of an indeterminate age with varying english ability...those 4 years of school and $50 000 have just paid for themselves. the program was awesome, we had like 20 thai kids show up (plus tiffany's 4 wee farang, plus our boys were in and out), we played a rousing game of david, david, goliath (VERY similar to duck, duck, goose) and acted out the david and goliath story, and taught them 'my God is so BIG' and 'only a boy named david,' and we had 20 little buddhist kids singing about how our God is so big, so strong and so mighty, and i almost cried. now if we can only get them to believe it.
spoiler warning: this blog gets rambly in the next paragraph, and there aren't any scorpions or baby crocodiles in it.
i do a LOT of english teaching over here. it's totally not my favorite thing, and honestly, i'm not sure how much english anyone's going to learn from me. but every time we build a program to teach the thai english, we're meeting what is for them a felt need, which gives the team credability, and enables them to build relationships, and also brings thai people into the church. to be thai is to be buddhist...i think i've talked about this before, but if our boys didn't have HIV and weren't orphans, they'd be buddhist, and there'd be almost no chance of them ever coming to church. it is the hardest thing in the world for the thai people to become Christians...anyway, it just kind of puts the whole english teaching thing into perspective. and places something of a heavy responsibility on me to be a credit to the reputation of this church, this team that has spent years building credability in this community. as sheri says, they have eyes everywhere. bang saen isn't a real touristy area, so most of the farang are associated with the church, and any white person causes a stir. i'm starting to recognize faces in the community, and i KNOW they recognize me (hey, it's the new farang!). this isn't really going anywhere, except maybe towards a request for prayer that i uphold the values of this team and help bring them honor in the eyes of the thai people. thanks.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
no time to blog
but check out my photo album. quick story...thought i'd deleted all my photos from the zoo, because they weren't in my thailand photos folder...had a little panic attack, almost cried a little, almost phoned you, dad, even though it's like 4:00 a.m. over there, but i didn't because i knew there was nothing you could do, because i deleted them off of my camera, not my computer...then i checked all my other folders just in case, and there they were, safely hidden away in summer 2003. whew. check them out, they cost me three minutes of grief.
breakfast box mark II
ok, so today's blog is kind of a repeat of yesterday's blog, but it happened again!! except this time they were catfish, and pi ganniga didn't make me eat any, and max started tickling one and then bun made it laugh (working the little whiskered lips and everthing), and i thought it worth posting. i wish i had a picture for you all.
i'm going to the tiger zoo today. expect wikked pictures.
i'm going to the tiger zoo today. expect wikked pictures.
Monday, June 26, 2006
what's in my lunchbox, mum?
nothing quite as interesting as what's in my breakfast box!!! i believe that i've mentioned how thai breakfasts are like thai lunches and thai suppers (in that they include both rice and meat, but lack fruit and milk). and i, like the dutiful quasi-missionary that i am, have politely eaten everything that has been set in front of me, including the flabby cabbage (did i TELL you that story? so one time, we were having this soup that had cabbage in it, and pieces of slightly darker something else that i ate, telling myself all the while that they were flabby pieces of reddish cabbage, and not mushrooms at all. through one of those happy twists of fate, pi ganniga decided on then and there for a language lesson, listing all of the ingredients of the soup. i forget what it was in thai, but in english it was most certainly 'mushroom').
ANYway, the other day i came down to find rice, this delicious sweet-potato thing, and four ocean-pot-table fish (as in, from the ocean into the pot and onto the table, sans beheading). 'you eat?' asks max? 'hey, no way, man. those fish are looking at me!' everyone laughs. later, pi ganniga (who's secret thai thoughts run thusly: please oh please let me feed you, let me iron you, let me teach you to speak thai! i love you, but you are altogether too thin and wrinkled and foreign) spoons two bites of fish onto my plate, which i wash down with heaps of rice. everyone laughs. they have infinite mercy for my non-thai-ness.
mild moment of panic. we run a kids english-teaching program on wednesdays, starting tomorrow, and headed up by me. well, headed up by carmen usually, but she's leaving, so this is for me to take and run with. eep. i am not a good runner. i am an excellent follower, but heading up projects (especially at such short notice) makes me a leetle nervous. of course i can, carmen. it'll be awesome. meep. it'll be awesome. awk! i guess i should go prep for that???
ANYway, the other day i came down to find rice, this delicious sweet-potato thing, and four ocean-pot-table fish (as in, from the ocean into the pot and onto the table, sans beheading). 'you eat?' asks max? 'hey, no way, man. those fish are looking at me!' everyone laughs. later, pi ganniga (who's secret thai thoughts run thusly: please oh please let me feed you, let me iron you, let me teach you to speak thai! i love you, but you are altogether too thin and wrinkled and foreign) spoons two bites of fish onto my plate, which i wash down with heaps of rice. everyone laughs. they have infinite mercy for my non-thai-ness.
mild moment of panic. we run a kids english-teaching program on wednesdays, starting tomorrow, and headed up by me. well, headed up by carmen usually, but she's leaving, so this is for me to take and run with. eep. i am not a good runner. i am an excellent follower, but heading up projects (especially at such short notice) makes me a leetle nervous. of course i can, carmen. it'll be awesome. meep. it'll be awesome. awk! i guess i should go prep for that???
some clever blog title.
my english classes laugh at my attempts to speak thai. 'cut it out,' i say. 'i don't laugh when you speak english, cut me some slack.'
there's something freeing about being in a country where no one understands you.
this guy on the beach tried to talk to me, but he spoke no english (this is not an example of how freeing being in this country is. let me preface this by saying that i was wearing a to-the-waist bathing suit top and board shorts, but i felt more nekkid than i have since i got here, and he probably thought i was some sort of american tramp, because later he touched my thigh, and then i got the heck outta there), and usually when people speak no english, i say 'no speak thai,' and they get the hint. if they persist, then i throw long, rambly sentences at them, like 'i'm sorry, i haven't a clue what you're talking about because i do not speak any thai, and since you speak no english, we are at something of an impasse.' if 'no speak thai' doesn't discourage them, 'blabiddy blah something in english' usually does. my most run-on sentences did not deter this guy, and he followed me around the beach until the thigh-touching incident, at which point i fled the scene. in a stately, unconcerned manner.
all the thai-speaking farang were gone this weekend. at a conference. sheri and i were terrified, lest something horrible happen, and we need a thai-english speaker. as laura pointed out, the boys speak thai. as i quickly rebutted, they speak no useful english. nothing of note happened, except that sheri and i had our first official mentorship date (she's my sanity check while i'm here) at this beautiful little barista, which makes the greatest fruit smoothies.
oh, and laura and i got foot massages for, like, five bucks. FOR AN HOUR!!! i figure that i'll budget at least one in a week for myself, preferably after a rough english class, or after i babysit joy. who still hates me (i'm not sure if i've mentioned her. she's one and a half, and hates EVERYONE except for her foster family, who she hates slightly less). i think i saw her smile today. not at me.
all's well in rachelsville.
there's something freeing about being in a country where no one understands you.
this guy on the beach tried to talk to me, but he spoke no english (this is not an example of how freeing being in this country is. let me preface this by saying that i was wearing a to-the-waist bathing suit top and board shorts, but i felt more nekkid than i have since i got here, and he probably thought i was some sort of american tramp, because later he touched my thigh, and then i got the heck outta there), and usually when people speak no english, i say 'no speak thai,' and they get the hint. if they persist, then i throw long, rambly sentences at them, like 'i'm sorry, i haven't a clue what you're talking about because i do not speak any thai, and since you speak no english, we are at something of an impasse.' if 'no speak thai' doesn't discourage them, 'blabiddy blah something in english' usually does. my most run-on sentences did not deter this guy, and he followed me around the beach until the thigh-touching incident, at which point i fled the scene. in a stately, unconcerned manner.
all the thai-speaking farang were gone this weekend. at a conference. sheri and i were terrified, lest something horrible happen, and we need a thai-english speaker. as laura pointed out, the boys speak thai. as i quickly rebutted, they speak no useful english. nothing of note happened, except that sheri and i had our first official mentorship date (she's my sanity check while i'm here) at this beautiful little barista, which makes the greatest fruit smoothies.
oh, and laura and i got foot massages for, like, five bucks. FOR AN HOUR!!! i figure that i'll budget at least one in a week for myself, preferably after a rough english class, or after i babysit joy. who still hates me (i'm not sure if i've mentioned her. she's one and a half, and hates EVERYONE except for her foster family, who she hates slightly less). i think i saw her smile today. not at me.
all's well in rachelsville.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
which one of the powerfull...
ok, so the thai people have trouble saying ‘twenty,’ because they can’t get the ‘t’ and the ‘w’ together, so it usually comes out ‘tewenty’ and sounds like ‘seventy.’ ‘t’ and ‘w’ they can’t do, but throwing the ‘mng’ consonant trio at the beginning of a word is no problem. mngung.
and then there’s this sound…you know how on those phonetics charts, it’ll have the symbol (‘a’ with a little hat, or something) and then the sound it makes in english, and then some english words that have that sound in them. well, next to this little symbol (it’s sort of an ‘i’ with a dash through the middle, like it’s wearing a belt that’s too big for it), there is no english equivalent. there are no english words that contain this sound! this sound is not found in the english language? ergo, i am having a devil of a time trying to reproduce this sound.
in other (more exciting news), we went to the zoo last night (we being the california team and i) and went on the night safari. the california team have been kind enough to include me on any exciting things they may or may not be doing (going to the boys’ old orphanage, taking a night safari) and i, in turn, have included them on some of my exciting adventures (painting the new bathrooms at the boys’ school). ANYway, check out my photo album for a couple of pictures...it was night, so i couldn't get anything really good off of the safari, but please oh please let these photos load....wahoo! ok, any of you too lazy to check out my photo blog at least have to see these signs...they were almost the highlight of my trip. do you not get an english-speaking person to edit these things? this one's awesome...
but this one...
and then there’s this sound…you know how on those phonetics charts, it’ll have the symbol (‘a’ with a little hat, or something) and then the sound it makes in english, and then some english words that have that sound in them. well, next to this little symbol (it’s sort of an ‘i’ with a dash through the middle, like it’s wearing a belt that’s too big for it), there is no english equivalent. there are no english words that contain this sound! this sound is not found in the english language? ergo, i am having a devil of a time trying to reproduce this sound.
in other (more exciting news), we went to the zoo last night (we being the california team and i) and went on the night safari. the california team have been kind enough to include me on any exciting things they may or may not be doing (going to the boys’ old orphanage, taking a night safari) and i, in turn, have included them on some of my exciting adventures (painting the new bathrooms at the boys’ school). ANYway, check out my photo album for a couple of pictures...it was night, so i couldn't get anything really good off of the safari, but please oh please let these photos load....wahoo! ok, any of you too lazy to check out my photo blog at least have to see these signs...they were almost the highlight of my trip. do you not get an english-speaking person to edit these things? this one's awesome...
but this one...
Which' one of the Powerfull and be use for Hunt? extraneous floating apostrophe after 'which'? OH man. i gotta go, they're gonna lock me in the church again if i dont git outta here.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
now that my computer's plugged in...
ok, so laura peters showed up (weird) and this team from california also showed up, and these three guys from abbotsford also showed up, and they know a bunch of cbc people, like adam nash (also weird). they all showed up on the same day, and so everyone assumed that everyone else was a permanent part of the team. it was mental mayhem for a lot of people.
it was fun to have laura here, we went on an adventure to this market…it’s always a party when you don’t know where you’re going and it’s dark and you finally get off the songthaew so you can ask someone where you are, and then you ask this guy which way the market is and he points, and then you ask him if it’s faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar (holding your hands far apart) or close (bringing them close together). can you walk (mime walking) or should you take a motorcycle taxi (point to his motorcycle)? he stares at you blankly for a minute, and then says ‘no thai?’ of course no thai. it turns out that the market was less than a block away.
dao got sick the other day, and was running a fever, which is always scary, but he’s ok now. he went to vbs tonight (the california team is running it) so i’d say he’s fine.
we (the california team and i) went to lorenso house on monday, where the boys used to live before the came here. it’s a tidy little orphanage with about twenty children, and four full-time nuns. we did a mini-vbs for them, and they had a riot. it shocked me when i first met our boys, and again yesterday, to see how healthy these kids are. i mean, externally speaking. the sisters said that when they first come to lorenso, they are usually sickly and frail, but that with proper care and God’s grace, most of them plump out. the others die. she said that if they are faithful with their medicines, they can live to be twenty or thirty years old. this is a long life with HIV by thailand standards, but so short…i want my boys to have girlfriends and go to college and get married and have children and grandchildren…i wasn’t really prepared for it to be this hard. at their last check-up, the boys were all pronounced healthy as horses, and they certainly eat like baby wolverines. the team is all fairly optimistic about their chances. when gunniga disciplines them, i know that she does so believing that they will live forever, and wanting them to grow up to be men of God. still, we have no idea what His plan is, and it’s not always the one we would have chosen.
it was fun to have laura here, we went on an adventure to this market…it’s always a party when you don’t know where you’re going and it’s dark and you finally get off the songthaew so you can ask someone where you are, and then you ask this guy which way the market is and he points, and then you ask him if it’s faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar (holding your hands far apart) or close (bringing them close together). can you walk (mime walking) or should you take a motorcycle taxi (point to his motorcycle)? he stares at you blankly for a minute, and then says ‘no thai?’ of course no thai. it turns out that the market was less than a block away.
dao got sick the other day, and was running a fever, which is always scary, but he’s ok now. he went to vbs tonight (the california team is running it) so i’d say he’s fine.
we (the california team and i) went to lorenso house on monday, where the boys used to live before the came here. it’s a tidy little orphanage with about twenty children, and four full-time nuns. we did a mini-vbs for them, and they had a riot. it shocked me when i first met our boys, and again yesterday, to see how healthy these kids are. i mean, externally speaking. the sisters said that when they first come to lorenso, they are usually sickly and frail, but that with proper care and God’s grace, most of them plump out. the others die. she said that if they are faithful with their medicines, they can live to be twenty or thirty years old. this is a long life with HIV by thailand standards, but so short…i want my boys to have girlfriends and go to college and get married and have children and grandchildren…i wasn’t really prepared for it to be this hard. at their last check-up, the boys were all pronounced healthy as horses, and they certainly eat like baby wolverines. the team is all fairly optimistic about their chances. when gunniga disciplines them, i know that she does so believing that they will live forever, and wanting them to grow up to be men of God. still, we have no idea what His plan is, and it’s not always the one we would have chosen.
Monday, June 19, 2006
frice
i fed an elephant. the other day. refer to photo blog for photo of me feeding the elephant. sheri and gunniga and i went to this night market by gunniga's house (turns out that she DOES have a house, even though she lives at the orphanage six days a week, and has two children named ping and pong [no joke, and none of the thai think this is funny] but they're not young children...ping has a 12 year old son). ANYway, i just happened to have my camera because we had gone swimming earlier, and i wanted pictures of the boys swimming (refer to picture blog for lack of these photos), and we saw this elephant, and i wanted a picture of it, and then the guy pegged me out for a tourist, and 'YOU! feed elephant, twenty baht!' and i was sold!!
that was my happy ending to my first kind of difficult day...
the boys accidentally locked me in the house this morning, and i had to phone gunniga to send one of them back to let me out.
then we went to the church, dropped the boys off, got breakfast on the run, checked out a few pieces of land that TLC is thinking of buying for the new orphanage and church, went to the un-air-conditioned paint store and spent probably an hour trying to figure out how much paint we would need to paint these bathrooms at the boys' school, and what colors, and how many paint brushes, and how many paint pans, and whatall, all the while breathing in paint fumes. needless to say, we got home hot and cranky. and our door wouldn't open. the lock has always been finicky, and now it was stuck. we alternately cranked and cajoled it for probably 15 minutes before it popped open.
then i went to the church to check my email. i was upstairs for maybe half an hour, and the woman downstairs forgot i was there, locked the doors, and left. i had to phone dave and get him to come let me out of the church.
i went home and took a nap in the boys' room, and then took them swimming at brian and sheri's mooban (townhouse complex). afterwards, sheri and i were like, ok, we'll run home and shower, and you guys gather the toys and meet us there (because we were going shopping). when we got back to their house, sheri started laughing, because *drum roll* she had forgotten her keys and we were locked out until brian and the kids showed up.
so, not once, not twice, not thrice, but frice in one day, i was locked in or out of something. so i bought myself a skirt at the night market to make up for it.
oh yeah, and while we were at the market, a gust of wind started up, and apparently wind means imminent rain. it was like turning the lights on in a room full of cockroaches (not that i am in any way comparing the thai people to cockroaches, please don't come kung-fu me in my sleep). in a flash, they were gathering up their stalls and fleeing the scene.
my battery is dying. i will blog again soon, but in short...laura peters showed up out of the blue, and stayed for a few days...i went to the boys' old orphanage yesterday and met all of their friends and the beautiful nuns who look after them...i taught english this morning for the first time, and they brought me an apple (how oldskool)...meep! big red x on battery sign, very bad.
that was my happy ending to my first kind of difficult day...
the boys accidentally locked me in the house this morning, and i had to phone gunniga to send one of them back to let me out.
then we went to the church, dropped the boys off, got breakfast on the run, checked out a few pieces of land that TLC is thinking of buying for the new orphanage and church, went to the un-air-conditioned paint store and spent probably an hour trying to figure out how much paint we would need to paint these bathrooms at the boys' school, and what colors, and how many paint brushes, and how many paint pans, and whatall, all the while breathing in paint fumes. needless to say, we got home hot and cranky. and our door wouldn't open. the lock has always been finicky, and now it was stuck. we alternately cranked and cajoled it for probably 15 minutes before it popped open.
then i went to the church to check my email. i was upstairs for maybe half an hour, and the woman downstairs forgot i was there, locked the doors, and left. i had to phone dave and get him to come let me out of the church.
i went home and took a nap in the boys' room, and then took them swimming at brian and sheri's mooban (townhouse complex). afterwards, sheri and i were like, ok, we'll run home and shower, and you guys gather the toys and meet us there (because we were going shopping). when we got back to their house, sheri started laughing, because *drum roll* she had forgotten her keys and we were locked out until brian and the kids showed up.
so, not once, not twice, not thrice, but frice in one day, i was locked in or out of something. so i bought myself a skirt at the night market to make up for it.
oh yeah, and while we were at the market, a gust of wind started up, and apparently wind means imminent rain. it was like turning the lights on in a room full of cockroaches (not that i am in any way comparing the thai people to cockroaches, please don't come kung-fu me in my sleep). in a flash, they were gathering up their stalls and fleeing the scene.
my battery is dying. i will blog again soon, but in short...laura peters showed up out of the blue, and stayed for a few days...i went to the boys' old orphanage yesterday and met all of their friends and the beautiful nuns who look after them...i taught english this morning for the first time, and they brought me an apple (how oldskool)...meep! big red x on battery sign, very bad.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
pickshurs
i've had no end of trouble posting pictures in this blog, and the internet connection here at the church is SO slow, so i just gave up and posted them all at my old msn space. there's a link to your right.
so busy...
Oh, so much has happened, I don’t even know how to tell you. I went from being in a constant state of pleasant boredom to constant activity in a very short time. Let’s see. This week, I’ve mostly been meeting with people and discussing my part in their ministry. As Karen put it, I’m here for the boys and then I’m being sub-let into every other ministry they have. Next Monday I start teaching English at the boys’ school (eep). It’s the poorest of poor schools, but they were the only ones who would take our boys, and have kept their HIV status a secret thus far. Since they have blessed the boys, we are blessing them by lending them a part time English teacher (me). I’ll be there Monday and Tuesday mornings, and then Monday afternoon and probably some other afternoon, I’ll be taking care of Joy, who’s a year and a half old and a bit of a handful, so that her foster parents can get some rest. I met with Joy’s foster mom today to discuss that, and also the Sunday school ministry (which she runs), and how I can help out there. They have so little help, and so it’s just one big class with toddlers and teenagers and everyone in between, plus it’s about half Thai and half farang, which complicates things still more. ANYway, I also met with her husband today to help him teach an English class, and to discuss the English course that we want to set up while I’m here (which we never actually got around to discussing). It was nice, though, to see an English class in action, just so that I’m not flying blind on Monday (although these 20 kids are way older and way more proficient than my 45 tiny, poverty-stricken ones will be). That’s the thing I’m most nervous about right now, actually. But I’m kind of getting used to being in a bubble of uncertainty, and to just go with it. For example, I just (as in, 20 minutes ago) got keys to the ALH (Abundant Life Home, our orphanage), and so previous to now, someone had to be home if I was to get in. I was locked out of my house for about four hours this morning, so I went on an adventure. I hadn’t taken a songthaew (a sort of taxi-bus-pickup truck hybrid) yet, so I flagged one down and went to the beach. Songthaew are hilarious, because there’s a million of them going all the time, and you just flag one down wherever, and it’ll stop and pick you up, and then when you want to get off you press a little button inside, and they’ll screech to a halt and drop you off right there. No stops, no waiting (they come about every 30 seconds), they put north American buses to shame. Plus they usually cost six baht (about 25 cents).
What else have I done…I bought a cell phone. I was feeling so disconnected and vulnerable and never had any idea what time it was. They recommend short-termers get cell phones anyways, for safety reasons (if I get lost here, I’m REALLY lost), plus it’s nice to be able to get a hold of people.
As for my boys, well, they’re my darlings. Usually, when they go somewhere, they’ll only take three bikes, and the other two will ride on the backs. This leaves one back-of-a-bike free, which is now mine. My legs are way too long for this (I’ve never felt so tall as I have the past week), and so I have to hold them up (it’s better than Pilates), plus, anyone who knows me knows that I can’t actually ride a bike myself (I may tell the boys this sometime soon, and I know they’ll want to teach me. It could be fun…), so I’m quite a wobbly passenger, plus I weigh at least twice as much as any of them, so whoever has me on the back is pulling three times his own weight now. Max (it’s pronounced ‘mac,’ but he spells it with an ‘x’) will never try, since he’s easily the smallest and a perma-passenger himself. Dao manfully hauled me to the church once, and may never do it again. Bun is my most reliable ‘taxi,’ and I always promise him a thousand baht fare, but then find some reason not to give it to him (he almost hit a car, went too fast, went too slow).
The ALH is looking to buy some land to make a permanent orphanage (as of now, we can only have seven kids max). Please pray for this, because money is always tight, and land is always hard to find, and we want a plot large enough that we can have the church and the orphanage on the same lot, but preferably somewhere in central Bang Saen for easy access. The church right now is in a prime location, but it is tiny. The man across the street has made an offer, but he knows the value of his property, and so it won't be cheap. Other plots are being looked at, but they are further on the edges of town, which would make many people less inclined to come.
I miss you all!!! Thanks for praying!!
What else have I done…I bought a cell phone. I was feeling so disconnected and vulnerable and never had any idea what time it was. They recommend short-termers get cell phones anyways, for safety reasons (if I get lost here, I’m REALLY lost), plus it’s nice to be able to get a hold of people.
As for my boys, well, they’re my darlings. Usually, when they go somewhere, they’ll only take three bikes, and the other two will ride on the backs. This leaves one back-of-a-bike free, which is now mine. My legs are way too long for this (I’ve never felt so tall as I have the past week), and so I have to hold them up (it’s better than Pilates), plus, anyone who knows me knows that I can’t actually ride a bike myself (I may tell the boys this sometime soon, and I know they’ll want to teach me. It could be fun…), so I’m quite a wobbly passenger, plus I weigh at least twice as much as any of them, so whoever has me on the back is pulling three times his own weight now. Max (it’s pronounced ‘mac,’ but he spells it with an ‘x’) will never try, since he’s easily the smallest and a perma-passenger himself. Dao manfully hauled me to the church once, and may never do it again. Bun is my most reliable ‘taxi,’ and I always promise him a thousand baht fare, but then find some reason not to give it to him (he almost hit a car, went too fast, went too slow).
The ALH is looking to buy some land to make a permanent orphanage (as of now, we can only have seven kids max). Please pray for this, because money is always tight, and land is always hard to find, and we want a plot large enough that we can have the church and the orphanage on the same lot, but preferably somewhere in central Bang Saen for easy access. The church right now is in a prime location, but it is tiny. The man across the street has made an offer, but he knows the value of his property, and so it won't be cheap. Other plots are being looked at, but they are further on the edges of town, which would make many people less inclined to come.
I miss you all!!! Thanks for praying!!
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
moving in...
I moved in with the boys last night. It was an eventful evening. We had a party for Dao, complete with cake and candles and Spongebob piñata created by yours truly (I knew E.C.E. would be useful for something). We’d come back from the pool to do the piñata, and just after we’d finished, the Falls’ neighbor got bit in the face by his dog (a dubiously friendly beast at best), and had to be rushed to the hospital. The boys were all riled up, and I was concerned that there would be trouble getting them to bed. In North America, sugar and excitement and danger late in the evening are a recipe for disaster. In Thailand…by the time I’d packed up my stuff and Brian had driven me over, the boys were all calmly getting into their pyjamas and brushing their teeth. While we hauled my goods upstairs, two of them quietly trotted down to the kitchen and brought Brian and I each a glass of water, and then took our glasses from us when we were done. Mac brought an extra fan in from the boys room (they have AC), and they all told me that if I got too hot, they have an extra bunk. Their room is gloriously cool.
They’re all super-excited that I’m moving in (in their quiet, Thai excited fashion). Mac must have told me at least four times yesterday that ‘you come I home today.’ For my part, I’m delighted to be surrounded by them all the time. They’re tiny and respectful and SO funny. I’m consistently blown away, knowing what I do of their histories, by seeing them laugh and play with each other and me. They sass Pi Ganniga all the time, which I can only tell because she smacks them.
It’s weird to be surrounded by Thai-speaking people all the time. The boys speak very little English, and Pi Ganniga speaks just a little more. I’m trying to learn Thai from her, but often she can’t explain to me what a word means, and I have no idea what I’m saying. So they all chatter away in Thai, and when they laugh, I laugh, because they’re all so delightful.
Pi Ganniga and I share a tiny room, barely large enough for our two beds (with three inches between them), two fans, and the wee wardrobe (and now all my beastly luggage). One night down, so far so good. I don’t have any internet here, so I’ll post this when I get the chance.
They’re all super-excited that I’m moving in (in their quiet, Thai excited fashion). Mac must have told me at least four times yesterday that ‘you come I home today.’ For my part, I’m delighted to be surrounded by them all the time. They’re tiny and respectful and SO funny. I’m consistently blown away, knowing what I do of their histories, by seeing them laugh and play with each other and me. They sass Pi Ganniga all the time, which I can only tell because she smacks them.
It’s weird to be surrounded by Thai-speaking people all the time. The boys speak very little English, and Pi Ganniga speaks just a little more. I’m trying to learn Thai from her, but often she can’t explain to me what a word means, and I have no idea what I’m saying. So they all chatter away in Thai, and when they laugh, I laugh, because they’re all so delightful.
Pi Ganniga and I share a tiny room, barely large enough for our two beds (with three inches between them), two fans, and the wee wardrobe (and now all my beastly luggage). One night down, so far so good. I don’t have any internet here, so I’ll post this when I get the chance.
Monday, June 12, 2006
pictures!!!
i figure it's about time i post some pictures, and this is my last day with sweet sweet wireless internet. nothing SUPER interesting, i'm afraid. i haven't been bringing my camera with me everywhere, but once i get into the swing of things, i'll try and take some awesome shots of people and stuff. so here are the hairy eyeballs (they're delicious, but every fruit in thailand seems to resent being eaten, and to present the greatest challenge to consumption that it is able)
and here is the little friend that hung out with me while i brushed my teeth
and here's me after my first thailand shower
herbal essences commercials have nothing on showering in thailand. ditto swimming. you're all hot and sticky, and then you're glorious and clean. i take cold showers (cold being a relative term. there is no 'hot' dial, but the water coming out is more tepid than cold) before bed.
in other news, we dropped the boys off at school again today, and i met with the head english teacher (since i'm teaching english there twice a week). while we were waiting for her, we were surrounded by tiny thai children, all peeping from around pillars and hanging off of rails and staring, with gap-toothed grins, at these two crazy farang (pronounced farong, means foreigners). whenever we met any of their eyes, they would mostly wai us (bow), but the cheekier ones would wave, and call out 'hello!!!' three girls about ten years old approached us, but two stopped at the edge of the invisible space bubble the other kids had created around us. one, obviously dared by her friends, strode forward, hand held out, to shake both brian's and my hands, and wish us a good morning. then she ran back to her two girlfriends, and the three of them, giggling like mad, rushed off. it's like we're a freak show.
i don't know what my internet situation will be once i move in with the boys (when we picked them up, mac pointed at me and said 'you come us home today,' and they all nodded like little bobble-heads), so this may be my last post for a while. i've been spoiled rotten, living with the fallses, speaking english and trying to un-jet-lag myself. i'll try to keep in touch the best i can.
night market
i am just boggled by this place. we went to the night market yesterday evening (sensibly held at night because of the gross heat), and sherri bought a kilogram each of three different kinds of fruits for 95 baht (about three canadian dollars). i got a pair of pants for 170 baht (about five dollars) and sandles for 50 baht (a dollar fifty). they have these things...i for get what they're called and can't pronounce them right by any means, but it's a super-thin pancake of dough wrapped around a banana (or an egg, or a banana and and egg, or nothing) and then fried and sprinkled with sweetened condensed milk and sugar. it's twenty baht (sixty cents). OH man. i am coming home twenty pounds heavier than i left.
so, going back to buying clothes...i'm fairly small, so the biggest of the sizes will fit me, but sherri and karen have been telling me about how, often if you go into a clothing store in the mall, the clerk will say 'ohhhhhhh, no. no, you beeg. very beeg size. no clothe here, very beeg size' and one time a woman told sherri she had 'very beeg bum.' somehow, they don't think this is rude, but it's rude to pick your teeth after eating, or lick your fingers.
the boys play uno in their darling english-sprinkled-thai. they teach me numbers (noon, song, saam, see, ha, ho, jit...that's as far as i've gotten) and colors.
yesterday karen told me as much as she knows of their stories. it makes you want to cry. all of their parents have died of AIDS, except for bun, who's mother is still alive and doesn't think she has it, though the doctors say she does. most of them were raised by an aunt or a grandmother until their care became too difficult. you can't fault these relatives for dumping the children (though i think dao, who was nine when it happened and so probably remembers some semblance of family, does) because it is nothing short of impossible to make it in thailand if you have AIDS. they've been kicked out of schools and apartments, had people told not to associate with them, and generally had a challenging go of things. you'd never know it to look at them, though. they're SO energetic and cheerful, and i know i have yet to live with them or work with them, but considering what they've been through, i think they're amazing. i wish i had a video camera so i could show you all how cute they are.
it's dao's birthday today, he's turning sip-song (12). we're having a party for him at the pool. i'm making a spongebob squarepants pinata. it's awesome. i didn't go to school for four years for nothin.
i miss you all!!! i'll upload some pictures soon.
so, going back to buying clothes...i'm fairly small, so the biggest of the sizes will fit me, but sherri and karen have been telling me about how, often if you go into a clothing store in the mall, the clerk will say 'ohhhhhhh, no. no, you beeg. very beeg size. no clothe here, very beeg size' and one time a woman told sherri she had 'very beeg bum.' somehow, they don't think this is rude, but it's rude to pick your teeth after eating, or lick your fingers.
the boys play uno in their darling english-sprinkled-thai. they teach me numbers (noon, song, saam, see, ha, ho, jit...that's as far as i've gotten) and colors.
yesterday karen told me as much as she knows of their stories. it makes you want to cry. all of their parents have died of AIDS, except for bun, who's mother is still alive and doesn't think she has it, though the doctors say she does. most of them were raised by an aunt or a grandmother until their care became too difficult. you can't fault these relatives for dumping the children (though i think dao, who was nine when it happened and so probably remembers some semblance of family, does) because it is nothing short of impossible to make it in thailand if you have AIDS. they've been kicked out of schools and apartments, had people told not to associate with them, and generally had a challenging go of things. you'd never know it to look at them, though. they're SO energetic and cheerful, and i know i have yet to live with them or work with them, but considering what they've been through, i think they're amazing. i wish i had a video camera so i could show you all how cute they are.
it's dao's birthday today, he's turning sip-song (12). we're having a party for him at the pool. i'm making a spongebob squarepants pinata. it's awesome. i didn't go to school for four years for nothin.
i miss you all!!! i'll upload some pictures soon.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
THAILAND IS SWEATING
i swear it's the air. it's not me. i'm not sweating. i'm just damp.
breakfast at the omf consisted of cereal and toast (for the unadventurous) and some sort of rice-pudding-with-pork type thing, and a fruit they call 'hairy eyeballs.' i get an a+ for my adventurism so far, because i tried both.
i met a million people yesterday, so i'll just recount the important (thus far) ones. i met the falls family (betty and ben's daughter and her family, mum), sherri and brian, and their kids, addison and abraham. i never thought to pray to find people here that i would enjoy, deeply and truly on a gut level, but these are four of the funniest people i have met in a long time, aside from being welcoming and kind. they're funny like my family is funny, and i feel right at home with them. the fact that i came bearing gifts from grandma didn't hurt, either.
i also met ricky and karen, and their four girls (sierra, tassanee, mckenna, and aree), but the younger two girls were sick, and so i didn't see much of them.
i met pi ganiga, the boys' nanny, who has promised to teach me thai. her and i share a room at the abundant life home. the boys share the other room. three sets of matching bunk beds.
i met the five boys (bun, gop, mak, joon, and dao), but only briefly. bun has a wicked sense of humor, language barrier aside, and seems intent on thwarting my efforts to learn a few thai words. dao frequently refers to himself as handsome (and sometimes 'pretty'). they're all indescribably ticklish. i learned a bit more about them this morning after we dropped them off at school. they are all HIV positive, but none of them have AIDS. four of them are on...i forget the name of the drug, but it's the last-ditch HIV drug. they're all thriving on it (they take it every day at exactly 7:00) but if, for some reason, their bodies reject it, there is nothing else they can try. i only just met them, and this thought is scary to me. the one boy, gop, is on the second-to-last drug, so he still has some margin for failure. the medicines run about $500/month/boy, which is easily the orphanage's biggest expense. somehow, the money's always been there, and somehow it always will be, because there's nowhere else for these boys to go.
i met dozens of pleasant thai who can't pronounce my name, but who tried very hard before taking to calling me 'lychee' (which we pronounce 'leechee' but they say as 'linchen,' which sounds very similar to the way they try to pronounce 'rachel.' i thought it was just more botched attempts, but then one slender thai girl handed me a lychee nut, pointing first to it and then to me, saying 'lychee is easier than 'wreachawl' ')
i stayed at the falls' last night, on a massive bed in an air-conditioned room. this will be my last night of luxury. i was certainly awake enough to enjoy it. i went to bed around eight, but didn't get to sleep until probably ten, and woke up at four. i lay in bed, willing myself back to sleep until around five-thirty, when i finally caved in and got up. a billion birds were already up and singing, and an hour or so later, the local dogs woke up and joined them. a lizard stared at me while i sat and journalled, and then ran away to eat mosquitoes (we love the lizards) when brian came downstairs. we drove the boys to school, and brian gave me what he knew of their history, as well as a bit of an orientation to the town. now i'm back in an air-conditioned room, recharging my computer and blogging away. i finally figured out that i could change the time zone on my desktop and know what time it really is. it's 8:35. you're probably all eating dinner.
i'm having a blast, but i haven't really started yet. this is still like vacation. pray for me, that i'm up to the task, and for the boys' health. they're all glowing, and not many people know that they have HIV. you'd never know it to look at them. i'll post some pictures as soon as i'm able.
miss you all!!!!!
breakfast at the omf consisted of cereal and toast (for the unadventurous) and some sort of rice-pudding-with-pork type thing, and a fruit they call 'hairy eyeballs.' i get an a+ for my adventurism so far, because i tried both.
i met a million people yesterday, so i'll just recount the important (thus far) ones. i met the falls family (betty and ben's daughter and her family, mum), sherri and brian, and their kids, addison and abraham. i never thought to pray to find people here that i would enjoy, deeply and truly on a gut level, but these are four of the funniest people i have met in a long time, aside from being welcoming and kind. they're funny like my family is funny, and i feel right at home with them. the fact that i came bearing gifts from grandma didn't hurt, either.
i also met ricky and karen, and their four girls (sierra, tassanee, mckenna, and aree), but the younger two girls were sick, and so i didn't see much of them.
i met pi ganiga, the boys' nanny, who has promised to teach me thai. her and i share a room at the abundant life home. the boys share the other room. three sets of matching bunk beds.
i met the five boys (bun, gop, mak, joon, and dao), but only briefly. bun has a wicked sense of humor, language barrier aside, and seems intent on thwarting my efforts to learn a few thai words. dao frequently refers to himself as handsome (and sometimes 'pretty'). they're all indescribably ticklish. i learned a bit more about them this morning after we dropped them off at school. they are all HIV positive, but none of them have AIDS. four of them are on...i forget the name of the drug, but it's the last-ditch HIV drug. they're all thriving on it (they take it every day at exactly 7:00) but if, for some reason, their bodies reject it, there is nothing else they can try. i only just met them, and this thought is scary to me. the one boy, gop, is on the second-to-last drug, so he still has some margin for failure. the medicines run about $500/month/boy, which is easily the orphanage's biggest expense. somehow, the money's always been there, and somehow it always will be, because there's nowhere else for these boys to go.
i met dozens of pleasant thai who can't pronounce my name, but who tried very hard before taking to calling me 'lychee' (which we pronounce 'leechee' but they say as 'linchen,' which sounds very similar to the way they try to pronounce 'rachel.' i thought it was just more botched attempts, but then one slender thai girl handed me a lychee nut, pointing first to it and then to me, saying 'lychee is easier than 'wreachawl' ')
i stayed at the falls' last night, on a massive bed in an air-conditioned room. this will be my last night of luxury. i was certainly awake enough to enjoy it. i went to bed around eight, but didn't get to sleep until probably ten, and woke up at four. i lay in bed, willing myself back to sleep until around five-thirty, when i finally caved in and got up. a billion birds were already up and singing, and an hour or so later, the local dogs woke up and joined them. a lizard stared at me while i sat and journalled, and then ran away to eat mosquitoes (we love the lizards) when brian came downstairs. we drove the boys to school, and brian gave me what he knew of their history, as well as a bit of an orientation to the town. now i'm back in an air-conditioned room, recharging my computer and blogging away. i finally figured out that i could change the time zone on my desktop and know what time it really is. it's 8:35. you're probably all eating dinner.
i'm having a blast, but i haven't really started yet. this is still like vacation. pray for me, that i'm up to the task, and for the boys' health. they're all glowing, and not many people know that they have HIV. you'd never know it to look at them. i'll post some pictures as soon as i'm able.
miss you all!!!!!
Saturday, June 10, 2006
on my way...
I am ON THE PLANE!!! I am on my way to Tokyo.
We got to the airport a cheerful three hours early, and took our places in the already-long line. Twenty minutes later, the line up was several times as long. Bless my parents and their promptitude.
Only Canada would have a recycling fashion show at the airport. Only in Canada would the airport staff traipse around in skirts made from plastic bags and hats fashioned from used cd’s. Entertaining? But of course. Useful in any way? Nada.
I completed my ten-minute trek to the gate, only to discover the waiting lounge full of ‘transit passengers,’ people who were on their way from Mexico to Tokyo, and got first dibs. They weren’t allowed out, and we weren’t allowed in, so the hallway was crowded with ‘other’ passengers. I sat against the wall, alternately reading ‘The Devil Wears Prada’ and critiquing people’s travel outfits. Spike heels? Knee-high mukluks? Don’t they know their feet will swell? A pink velour track suit, deemed completely inappropriate in any other circumstance, looks, in this situation, better even than my comfy jeans. (Editors note: I bet that girl was regretting her selection for the last four, unseasonably warm hours of the flight. Remember how I packed socks on my carry-on, Mum, in case my feet got cold? They did no such thing).
The guy on the runway with the orange cones, you know the guy…he dropped one. I laughed, but he couldn’t see me laughing at him. He must have known, though.
The Japan Airlines stewardesses (flight attendants?) are beautiful, small and sleek with flawless skin, large dark eyes, hair pulled back into uniform tight buns with side-swept bangs, and all falling within that indeterminate Asian age range of 19 and 40. There is one older gal with short, feathered hair who looks tired. They are indescribably polite, and I find them hard to hear.
They need to add another distinction to airplane seat requests. Not just ‘window seat or aisle,’ but ‘male seatmates or female.’ I’d a million times rather sit next to women. They smell nicer, and take up less space. As is, I’m not so badly placed beside two men who speak little English (they’re not Asian, though. I think they’re Spanish, que?). Not tiny, or pleasantly fragranced, but friendly. They helped me get my carry-on (which must weigh as much as me) into the overhead compartment, and one of them traded his thawed bottle of water for my frozen one (for those who like their H2O in solid form), and then the three of us tried to figure out WHAT, exactly, we were being served for lunch.
And what does a Japanese airline serve for lunch? Some delicious beef slices over some noodly business, some other noodle jazz that reeked of wasabi, and which we opted not to try, a tasty salad made entirely of peppers (and I ate it, Joel), and some mango foam for dessert. And I had a green tea to cap off my meal, I am SO Asian! Now I’m totally going to watch Jaws! (They do have those awesome little TV’s, Joel, in the back of the seat in front of you, and I could also be watching Top Gun, or Match Point, or that movie about those sled dogs that were abandoned in Snowheresville and had to find their way home, or playing mahjong, or watching my plane creep increments along the wee map, which I do check periodically. We are currently very north and west of where you are).
They dimmed the lights and everyone was sleeping, but I was watching Jaws! and then the shark came out of nowhere and I jumped, and woke the guy next to me up. He just laughed and went back to sleep, but I was slightly embarrassed. It’s like when people sing along to the music in their headphones, that no one else can hear.
I finished ‘The Devil Wears Prada.’ It scores a seven-and-a-half out of ten.
I am IN JAPAN!!! I am IN TOMORROW!!! I have USED a squatty potty (not because they didn’t have toilets, but because I was being adventurous)! The first thing I did was seek out the ladies room, since I elected not to pee on the plane. I arrived here about an hour and ten minutes after I left Vancouver, but in the next day. I’ve seen the future, folks. It looks exactly the same. I’ve been typing this in Word, and I’ll post it as soon as I can. I have another six hours to fly, and then I’m in Bangkok. I’m still not sure who, if anyone, is going to be there to greet me, but here’s hoping…
It’s 1:43 in the a.m. for my body, 5:43 in the p.m. on the clock, and I still have a time zone or two to cross. It’s weird to think that you’re all sleeping, and it’s daylight out where I am.
Not all of my posts will be this long, I swear, but I did just sit on a plane for nine hours (not peeing), and now I’m in this waiting area…the next long post will likely come from my trip to Cambodia in two months (which we’re all going to pray that I don’t have to take…for the uninformed, I only have a 2 month visa, and may have to take a day trip to Cambodia and back if I can’t get it extended).
Happy sleeping, folks.
Ok, I’m in Bangkok, and this will hopefully be the last tag on this uber-long post. It’s 11:30 in the a.m., my time. I took a 3 hour nap on the plane, so now I’m good to go. Problem is, it’s like, 1:30 in the a.m. here, so everyone’s asleep. I’m not for certain, but based on my rough calculations, Thailand is ten hours earlier, but in the next day (so 14 hours later, really).
Karen and Sherri picked me up from the airport, thank goodness, and we wove our way through Bangkok. In the dark, and sans the tropical flowers and whatnot, it could be Vancouver. Except for the dogs. There really are a million dogs.
I’m staying in the Overseas Missionary Fellowship (or something) guesthouse, and I have a room all to myself, a luxury I haven’t known in over a month. Everyone’s asleep and I can be awake, poking around the OMF house, checking things out. They have internet, but there’s a guy on it, so after I finish this I’m going to go down and see if he’s off just so I can send you all an ‘I’m alive’ message.
Oh, and it’s hot. Sherri and Karen laughed when I said that, because apparently this is one of the cooler days of the summer, but I’m hot. The air is damp, and I am not sweating, but condensating, rather. OH it’s hot. I’ll listen up the next time I hear a weather report, and let you know exactly HOW hot.
I’m going to try to sleep.
We got to the airport a cheerful three hours early, and took our places in the already-long line. Twenty minutes later, the line up was several times as long. Bless my parents and their promptitude.
Only Canada would have a recycling fashion show at the airport. Only in Canada would the airport staff traipse around in skirts made from plastic bags and hats fashioned from used cd’s. Entertaining? But of course. Useful in any way? Nada.
I completed my ten-minute trek to the gate, only to discover the waiting lounge full of ‘transit passengers,’ people who were on their way from Mexico to Tokyo, and got first dibs. They weren’t allowed out, and we weren’t allowed in, so the hallway was crowded with ‘other’ passengers. I sat against the wall, alternately reading ‘The Devil Wears Prada’ and critiquing people’s travel outfits. Spike heels? Knee-high mukluks? Don’t they know their feet will swell? A pink velour track suit, deemed completely inappropriate in any other circumstance, looks, in this situation, better even than my comfy jeans. (Editors note: I bet that girl was regretting her selection for the last four, unseasonably warm hours of the flight. Remember how I packed socks on my carry-on, Mum, in case my feet got cold? They did no such thing).
The guy on the runway with the orange cones, you know the guy…he dropped one. I laughed, but he couldn’t see me laughing at him. He must have known, though.
The Japan Airlines stewardesses (flight attendants?) are beautiful, small and sleek with flawless skin, large dark eyes, hair pulled back into uniform tight buns with side-swept bangs, and all falling within that indeterminate Asian age range of 19 and 40. There is one older gal with short, feathered hair who looks tired. They are indescribably polite, and I find them hard to hear.
They need to add another distinction to airplane seat requests. Not just ‘window seat or aisle,’ but ‘male seatmates or female.’ I’d a million times rather sit next to women. They smell nicer, and take up less space. As is, I’m not so badly placed beside two men who speak little English (they’re not Asian, though. I think they’re Spanish, que?). Not tiny, or pleasantly fragranced, but friendly. They helped me get my carry-on (which must weigh as much as me) into the overhead compartment, and one of them traded his thawed bottle of water for my frozen one (for those who like their H2O in solid form), and then the three of us tried to figure out WHAT, exactly, we were being served for lunch.
And what does a Japanese airline serve for lunch? Some delicious beef slices over some noodly business, some other noodle jazz that reeked of wasabi, and which we opted not to try, a tasty salad made entirely of peppers (and I ate it, Joel), and some mango foam for dessert. And I had a green tea to cap off my meal, I am SO Asian! Now I’m totally going to watch Jaws! (They do have those awesome little TV’s, Joel, in the back of the seat in front of you, and I could also be watching Top Gun, or Match Point, or that movie about those sled dogs that were abandoned in Snowheresville and had to find their way home, or playing mahjong, or watching my plane creep increments along the wee map, which I do check periodically. We are currently very north and west of where you are).
They dimmed the lights and everyone was sleeping, but I was watching Jaws! and then the shark came out of nowhere and I jumped, and woke the guy next to me up. He just laughed and went back to sleep, but I was slightly embarrassed. It’s like when people sing along to the music in their headphones, that no one else can hear.
I finished ‘The Devil Wears Prada.’ It scores a seven-and-a-half out of ten.
I am IN JAPAN!!! I am IN TOMORROW!!! I have USED a squatty potty (not because they didn’t have toilets, but because I was being adventurous)! The first thing I did was seek out the ladies room, since I elected not to pee on the plane. I arrived here about an hour and ten minutes after I left Vancouver, but in the next day. I’ve seen the future, folks. It looks exactly the same. I’ve been typing this in Word, and I’ll post it as soon as I can. I have another six hours to fly, and then I’m in Bangkok. I’m still not sure who, if anyone, is going to be there to greet me, but here’s hoping…
It’s 1:43 in the a.m. for my body, 5:43 in the p.m. on the clock, and I still have a time zone or two to cross. It’s weird to think that you’re all sleeping, and it’s daylight out where I am.
Not all of my posts will be this long, I swear, but I did just sit on a plane for nine hours (not peeing), and now I’m in this waiting area…the next long post will likely come from my trip to Cambodia in two months (which we’re all going to pray that I don’t have to take…for the uninformed, I only have a 2 month visa, and may have to take a day trip to Cambodia and back if I can’t get it extended).
Happy sleeping, folks.
Ok, I’m in Bangkok, and this will hopefully be the last tag on this uber-long post. It’s 11:30 in the a.m., my time. I took a 3 hour nap on the plane, so now I’m good to go. Problem is, it’s like, 1:30 in the a.m. here, so everyone’s asleep. I’m not for certain, but based on my rough calculations, Thailand is ten hours earlier, but in the next day (so 14 hours later, really).
Karen and Sherri picked me up from the airport, thank goodness, and we wove our way through Bangkok. In the dark, and sans the tropical flowers and whatnot, it could be Vancouver. Except for the dogs. There really are a million dogs.
I’m staying in the Overseas Missionary Fellowship (or something) guesthouse, and I have a room all to myself, a luxury I haven’t known in over a month. Everyone’s asleep and I can be awake, poking around the OMF house, checking things out. They have internet, but there’s a guy on it, so after I finish this I’m going to go down and see if he’s off just so I can send you all an ‘I’m alive’ message.
Oh, and it’s hot. Sherri and Karen laughed when I said that, because apparently this is one of the cooler days of the summer, but I’m hot. The air is damp, and I am not sweating, but condensating, rather. OH it’s hot. I’ll listen up the next time I hear a weather report, and let you know exactly HOW hot.
I’m going to try to sleep.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
ladies and gentlemen, i present to you...
for the very first time since the eighth grade...my new glasses (see picture)!
dr webb is more keen on optometry than anyone i've ever met. AND he's fabulous. he was the first and only professional in my twenty four years to notice the fact that my eyes don't look in the same direction all the time (again, see picture) and that one aims slightly down from the other. my new glasses, besides being stylish and lightweight, have a prism in the one lens that compensates for this oddity. i don't even have to TRY to see just one of everything now. honestly, i feel like something is wrong, like i should be straining my eyes to see as clearly as i do.
those of you with 20/20, count your many blessings. if i could see like this for free, why, i'd dance a merry jig.
Monday, June 05, 2006
my boyzzzzzzzz
also, here's a picture of my wee orphan boys, look how cute they are! don't you wish they were yours? i'm going ot thailand in four days.
i am up to my old tricks again...
namely the only-wearing-one-contact trick that i practiced for about a month last semester. this time, likewise, it is not my fault. one of my only pair of contacts committed suicide by launching itself into the threads of my contact case while i was twisting the lid on. eep. i have ordered a spare several pairs, but they are in abbotsford at this time, and i can't get them until wednesday, at the earliest. so my depth perception is, at the moment, scarce.
i also broke a flip flop this morning, and had to wear said flip flop for the remainder of the day. the thongie part came out of the base, and was put-back-in-able, but stayed that way for an indeterminate amount of time. walking home from the mall this evening, it came undone no fewer than five times in one block, so i took them off and walked home barefeeted.
so there i was, my one good eye blearily searching the road, attempting to keep my frail, winterized feet from rocks, or glass, or large insects, nearly getting hit by a biker because he came at me from my blind side, feeling like a fool.
i'm going to thailand on friday.
i also broke a flip flop this morning, and had to wear said flip flop for the remainder of the day. the thongie part came out of the base, and was put-back-in-able, but stayed that way for an indeterminate amount of time. walking home from the mall this evening, it came undone no fewer than five times in one block, so i took them off and walked home barefeeted.
so there i was, my one good eye blearily searching the road, attempting to keep my frail, winterized feet from rocks, or glass, or large insects, nearly getting hit by a biker because he came at me from my blind side, feeling like a fool.
i'm going to thailand on friday.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
to do...
hepatitis A vaccination...check!
typhoid vaccination...check!
vaccination agains 'traveller's diarrhia'...check!
passport finally picked up...check!
'culture shock, thailand' picked up from local library...check!
mercifully tiny three dollar overdue fee paid...check!
copy of oscar wilde's 'the picture of dorian gray' purchased from garage sale on the way home...check!
agreement to bring digital camera to young girl in thailand who forgot it at home turned in to agreement to bring digital camera and small duffel bag full of other items family forgot at home...check!
things are really coming along.
in related news, it is concrete fact and no longer suspicious rumor that needles make me faint. any and every piercing i've ever gotten (except for my ears, which were done with a gun, and my belly button, which was done my this really cute irish guy in amsterdam who distracted me with his witty irish banter) has made me light-headed to the point where i've had to lie down. i tried to give blood a few months ago, but when they pricked my finger to check my iron levels, i full on passed out (how embarrassing). today, when given my (mercifully combined into one) hep A and typhoid shot, i was dizzy almost immediately and had to lie down and drink a juice box. i am, what they call, a sissy. i know it's not going to hurt, and that it's no big deal, but i get myself all psyched out...
in related news, i borrowed a book from the library last summer and hadn't finished by the time i returned to abbotsford, so i gave it (a big ole hardcover) to my friend robyn to return at her leisure. what with one thing and another, her leisure was unavailabe for at least a month, so it was with great trepidation that i approached the library counter. *wah wah* went the computer, as my card was scanned. i'm picturing my face with one of those 'no smoking' circle-and-a-lines forever banning me from abusing the system, or reading for free (one of my chief delights, and proof of a God). 'ok, ma'am, we'll just have to renew your card real quick, is your information still *blah blah blah* and you have a three-dollar fine. would you like to pay it now, or later?' *relieved giggle* i can pay that now.
in related news, it's great to be back in the lower mainland. true, i had to transit out to get my shots done, but translink picks me up a block from my house and drops me off a block from the vaccinators (granted, i have to transfer twice, but that's a gripe for the unsufferably spoiled). returning to metrotown, i walked two blocks to pick up my passport, walked another block to the library, and then strolled the seven or eight blocks home. i don't have my license because up until now (and my transit commuting nightmare of the past month), i've never had to.
'
i still only travel by foot, and by foot it's a slow climb/but i'm good at being uncomfortable, so i can't stop changing all the time.' - fiona apple (extraordinary machine)
typhoid vaccination...check!
vaccination agains 'traveller's diarrhia'...check!
passport finally picked up...check!
'culture shock, thailand' picked up from local library...check!
mercifully tiny three dollar overdue fee paid...check!
copy of oscar wilde's 'the picture of dorian gray' purchased from garage sale on the way home...check!
agreement to bring digital camera to young girl in thailand who forgot it at home turned in to agreement to bring digital camera and small duffel bag full of other items family forgot at home...check!
things are really coming along.
in related news, it is concrete fact and no longer suspicious rumor that needles make me faint. any and every piercing i've ever gotten (except for my ears, which were done with a gun, and my belly button, which was done my this really cute irish guy in amsterdam who distracted me with his witty irish banter) has made me light-headed to the point where i've had to lie down. i tried to give blood a few months ago, but when they pricked my finger to check my iron levels, i full on passed out (how embarrassing). today, when given my (mercifully combined into one) hep A and typhoid shot, i was dizzy almost immediately and had to lie down and drink a juice box. i am, what they call, a sissy. i know it's not going to hurt, and that it's no big deal, but i get myself all psyched out...
in related news, i borrowed a book from the library last summer and hadn't finished by the time i returned to abbotsford, so i gave it (a big ole hardcover) to my friend robyn to return at her leisure. what with one thing and another, her leisure was unavailabe for at least a month, so it was with great trepidation that i approached the library counter. *wah wah* went the computer, as my card was scanned. i'm picturing my face with one of those 'no smoking' circle-and-a-lines forever banning me from abusing the system, or reading for free (one of my chief delights, and proof of a God). 'ok, ma'am, we'll just have to renew your card real quick, is your information still *blah blah blah* and you have a three-dollar fine. would you like to pay it now, or later?' *relieved giggle* i can pay that now.
in related news, it's great to be back in the lower mainland. true, i had to transit out to get my shots done, but translink picks me up a block from my house and drops me off a block from the vaccinators (granted, i have to transfer twice, but that's a gripe for the unsufferably spoiled). returning to metrotown, i walked two blocks to pick up my passport, walked another block to the library, and then strolled the seven or eight blocks home. i don't have my license because up until now (and my transit commuting nightmare of the past month), i've never had to.
'
i still only travel by foot, and by foot it's a slow climb/but i'm good at being uncomfortable, so i can't stop changing all the time.' - fiona apple (extraordinary machine)
Thursday, June 01, 2006
picture this...
it is raining, not hard enough to necessitate an umbrella, but hard enough that a 15 min walk will leave you slightly damp and disconcerted. rachel is walking home. she is tired. she has had a long day, and she has a long evening ahead of her. she wants to dry off, eat dinner, write little goodbye notes to each of her daycare babies, and (maybe) have a shower so that when joel picks her up from work tomorrow she won't smell like yesterday's baby pee. she stops at a corner, waiting for the light to change. a shabbily-dressed man is kitty corner to her. they make eye contact. he crosses one street, and rachel imagines a scenario wherein she is mugged, her ID is stolen, she is unable to get her vaccinations on saturday because she has no care card, and she comes down with typhoid AND malaria while in thailand. the man crosses the other street without waiting for the light, so intent is he on getting to her. 'excuse me, miss. would you have a cell phone? my car broke down a few blocks from here and i need to phone for a ride.' Street Savvy battles Good Samaritan for a split second. GS wins by a narrow margin, though SS manages to squeeze out a quasi-jocular 'just don't run off with it.' the man makes the call, thanks rachel politely, and heads off on his way. GS smirks at SS, who shrugs her shoulders and sashays off to get herself a martini.
we live in a dangerous world, and too often my fear of that world prohibits me from doing a good deed. i will be far more inhibited in thailand, but i am going there as a good samaritan. where does my trust in God to keep me safe run into the fact that He is under no obligation to rescue me from my foolish choices? how often will savvy keep me from kindness, and when will the good samaritan finally get her ass kicked?
we live in a dangerous world, and too often my fear of that world prohibits me from doing a good deed. i will be far more inhibited in thailand, but i am going there as a good samaritan. where does my trust in God to keep me safe run into the fact that He is under no obligation to rescue me from my foolish choices? how often will savvy keep me from kindness, and when will the good samaritan finally get her ass kicked?
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
there's a garage band that practices down the street from me for hours every few nights, and MAN they are awful. and loud. anti-props.
and it's 9:30 and i just got home. and i have to be in bed in half an hour.
we had our spring concert tonight ('we' meaning my daycare), and i got to interact with parents that i hadn't had a chance to talk to at length before, and i found that i have a handful of wonderful things to say about each and every one of those children even though i frequently want to shake matty j until he jellifies, and if levi doesn't start chewing with his mouth closed...anyway, my practicum ends on friday, and i have to leave these wee babies and never see them again, except maybe in a few years when they're old and grown and have forgotten me (which is the true tragedy of my profession), and in light of that i've realized how much i love them all, every one, despite their many foibles, and i wonder why i can't extend this sort of unconditional love to grownups?
one of the moms in our daycare is battling breast cancer, and she made a slideshow of her struggle to play tonight, which is closely tied in with the daycare because they have been a dream of a support to her, and no lie, i just bawled right through it. little andrew mcquarrie on my lap, and i cried into his hair. cancer is not supposed to young and beautiful women, with handsome husbands and young children. it's supposed to happen to stringy old hags with bottle-blonde hair and wrinkly paper-bag cleavage, or cantankerous old men who tear up their grandchildren's letters. people who deserve it. i suppose it's a good thing i'm not God. except that if i was, i'd cure this lady's cancer right quick.
i'm going to thailand in 10 days. and to bed in 10 minutes. shuddup, bad-and-loud garage band.
we had our spring concert tonight ('we' meaning my daycare), and i got to interact with parents that i hadn't had a chance to talk to at length before, and i found that i have a handful of wonderful things to say about each and every one of those children even though i frequently want to shake matty j until he jellifies, and if levi doesn't start chewing with his mouth closed...anyway, my practicum ends on friday, and i have to leave these wee babies and never see them again, except maybe in a few years when they're old and grown and have forgotten me (which is the true tragedy of my profession), and in light of that i've realized how much i love them all, every one, despite their many foibles, and i wonder why i can't extend this sort of unconditional love to grownups?
one of the moms in our daycare is battling breast cancer, and she made a slideshow of her struggle to play tonight, which is closely tied in with the daycare because they have been a dream of a support to her, and no lie, i just bawled right through it. little andrew mcquarrie on my lap, and i cried into his hair. cancer is not supposed to young and beautiful women, with handsome husbands and young children. it's supposed to happen to stringy old hags with bottle-blonde hair and wrinkly paper-bag cleavage, or cantankerous old men who tear up their grandchildren's letters. people who deserve it. i suppose it's a good thing i'm not God. except that if i was, i'd cure this lady's cancer right quick.
i'm going to thailand in 10 days. and to bed in 10 minutes. shuddup, bad-and-loud garage band.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
hey ben, remember that time you killed a rat with a 2x4?
at least the mt waddington rat had the good sense to know that he was not a housepet. he confined his sordid activities to the garage and the interior of the walls. our first canadian rat (my father chased down, trapped, and exterminated no few vermin while we lived in the states, a skill which stood him in good stead this morning) has been cavorting in my parents' bedroom, spotted in the hall, and was recently flushed out...
caught...
and imprisoned...
in the living room. it's been 15 years since we lived south of the border, and at least that long since my father has made a practice of killing rats and mice by throwing them into coffee tins (the big round maxwell house ones) and letting them suffocate, the most humane death that my ruthless, soft-hearted daddy could sentence them to. he will tell you stories of the time he tried to flush one and it wouldn't go down so he had to hold it under by it's tail, and watch it frantically swim upwards, terror growing in his little mousy eyes until it finally expired. then there was the time he was holding one tightly in his rat-catching-glove-encased hand, calling for my mother to bring a coffee tin. terrified that it would escape, he clutched it a little too tightly, so that by the time the tin was brought, the rat was tossed lifelessly in. so here we are, with this rat and no coffee tin in sight. so what does a sophisticated, city family do with their unwanted houseguest? we discussed poison (of which we had none), drowning (unthinkable in light of previous experiences, and the rephrehensibility of a water-logged rat-corpse which would have to be disposed of eventually), torching, smashing, throwing down from the roof, all of which had their own drawbacks. in an effort to buy time, my father hit the rat over the head with a stick to subdue it...
and the rather obliging beast was subdued unto death. may you rest in peace, you invasive little bastard.
caught...and imprisoned...
in the living room. it's been 15 years since we lived south of the border, and at least that long since my father has made a practice of killing rats and mice by throwing them into coffee tins (the big round maxwell house ones) and letting them suffocate, the most humane death that my ruthless, soft-hearted daddy could sentence them to. he will tell you stories of the time he tried to flush one and it wouldn't go down so he had to hold it under by it's tail, and watch it frantically swim upwards, terror growing in his little mousy eyes until it finally expired. then there was the time he was holding one tightly in his rat-catching-glove-encased hand, calling for my mother to bring a coffee tin. terrified that it would escape, he clutched it a little too tightly, so that by the time the tin was brought, the rat was tossed lifelessly in. so here we are, with this rat and no coffee tin in sight. so what does a sophisticated, city family do with their unwanted houseguest? we discussed poison (of which we had none), drowning (unthinkable in light of previous experiences, and the rephrehensibility of a water-logged rat-corpse which would have to be disposed of eventually), torching, smashing, throwing down from the roof, all of which had their own drawbacks. in an effort to buy time, my father hit the rat over the head with a stick to subdue it...
and the rather obliging beast was subdued unto death. may you rest in peace, you invasive little bastard.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
whatdayizzit
life is full of teeny blessings.
like the time the long weekend threw me off so that i thought today was tuesday, and that i had to get up at 6:00. it wasnt until 6:05, after i had rolled out of bed to lie on the floor and contemplate my day (this is how i transition. slightly less good than bed, but better than getting up) that i realized my mistake, and that i had 55 more minutes to sleep.
some may disagree, but for me this is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better than getting to sleep through.
like the time the long weekend threw me off so that i thought today was tuesday, and that i had to get up at 6:00. it wasnt until 6:05, after i had rolled out of bed to lie on the floor and contemplate my day (this is how i transition. slightly less good than bed, but better than getting up) that i realized my mistake, and that i had 55 more minutes to sleep.
some may disagree, but for me this is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better than getting to sleep through.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
the family...
girl cousins...
the doggies (the moderately hairy one in the middle isn't a doggy...that's my brother)
proof that taking really attractive photos of myself is unavoidable...it's in my genes (neither of these people is me).
the doggies (the moderately hairy one in the middle isn't a doggy...that's my brother) proof that taking really attractive photos of myself is unavoidable...it's in my genes (neither of these people is me).
the hike...
the hike...
james suckling his youngest daughter (it's one of those water things you put in your backpack with the tube that comes to your mouth)
james suckling his youngest daughter (it's one of those water things you put in your backpack with the tube that comes to your mouth)
my kickass sunburn
the boots...
rachel's may long weekend - celebrations
ok, so i really did have a rockawesome two days.
we (the kids and the dog) didn't leave burnaby until about 1:00 because we didn't really want to go. this is how the pletts are. we know it'll be fun, and we'll be glad we went, but we don't really want to go. ever. i don't want to go to thailand (for the record, jane, excited AND nervous).
anyway, we had too much stuff to cram it into the backseat next to me so that koala could ride in the back, so her and i spooned the entire way. by the time we got there, my two cousins had gotten tired of waiting and decided to take their boyfriends to the gym. the one boyfriend, simon, has been around for about two years, and i have recently decided that he is awesome (recently being this weekend, now that he has loosened up enough to let his funny out). the other...he's new. britta's never dated anyone long enough to bring him home, so this was a shock to us all. no one had met him, and the jury is still out. nice enough guy, but we are none of us quick to decide. his main favorable factor:
we (the kids and the dog) didn't leave burnaby until about 1:00 because we didn't really want to go. this is how the pletts are. we know it'll be fun, and we'll be glad we went, but we don't really want to go. ever. i don't want to go to thailand (for the record, jane, excited AND nervous).
anyway, we had too much stuff to cram it into the backseat next to me so that koala could ride in the back, so her and i spooned the entire way. by the time we got there, my two cousins had gotten tired of waiting and decided to take their boyfriends to the gym. the one boyfriend, simon, has been around for about two years, and i have recently decided that he is awesome (recently being this weekend, now that he has loosened up enough to let his funny out). the other...he's new. britta's never dated anyone long enough to bring him home, so this was a shock to us all. no one had met him, and the jury is still out. nice enough guy, but we are none of us quick to decide. his main favorable factor:
mochi. japanese for 'sticky rice ball.' phil's pug.
i'm not going to recount the weekend for you play-by-play. we did all the things my family usually does when we get together. those of us who don't love our wine love our beer, and there was a steady supply of both. we're all good eaters, and three of us are gourmet chefs (the 'us' not indicating that i am one of those). there was never a point when any of us thought, gee, i'm hungry. it was more that you ate yourself to that aching fullness, and as soon as that had eased into a comfortable fullness, you snacked on a few things.
we (5 female cousins, 2 boyfriends, one sticky rice ball) snuck next door into the pool of my grandma's hotel, and got her in a spot of trouble.
we went on a hike and i got a kickass sunburn. so we're hiking up this mountainy thing (hilly, more), and then it plateaus and goes up and down for a bit before going down. we're about halfway across the plateau, and my MOTHER starts jogging down the trail. my sister and i are like...meh...and we start jogging after her, along with my cousin franny. all the way back down the house, mother leading the whole way. fittest 50 year old lady i ever saw.
my aunt gave my sister an $800 pair of boots that she had won. this friggin bloggy won't let me post any more pictures in this post, so i'll do that after.
we sat around and watched SNL reruns. and the best of just for laughs. and some funny clips that my father had stored on his laptop. and this video my aunt made.
we napped on the trampoline in the afternoon sun.
we napped on the trampoline in the afternoon rain.
we threw sticks for one of the four dogs to chase. we mostly threw them in the river, and may the best dog win.
sunday night drew nigh, and my brother and i would have none of driving on monday, so we headed home, doing 140 the whole way, farting freely since we already had 110 lbs of wet dog in the back and no nothing was going to overpower THAT stench, and listening to mix cd's that matt's gf made for him. mix cd's are rockawesome. where else can you hear the dixie chicks, johnny cash doing a nine inch nails cover, and the only good song by three doors down all on one cd?
a full and relaxing weekend. time spent with beloved family, getting to know new significant others (james also brought his new girlfriend, brenda, who i must say i think i like), and eating, OH the eating. i can't express how grateful i am to share blood with these folks. i guess that's what family is.
Monday, May 22, 2006
rachel's may long weekend - postponementations
i know i promised a complete elaboration on my long weekend, melancholy reflections aside, but i just watched 10 episodes of 24, season 4, and let me tell you, fighting terrorism is hard work. i am bushed.
rachel's may long weekend - lamentations
we assume some things in life to be permanent.
for example, when my ever-young and achingly cool uncle james (he's 9 yrs younger than my dad, and wore a leather jacket and drove a motercycle when we were kids) married that dirty pirate hooker, maggie, choosing her out of his seemingly endless parade of relatively awesome girlfriends, we assumed, however grudingly, that her and her awful horseradish carrot dish were here to stay. to everyone's shock and no one's dismay, after ten years of marriage and three kids, they divorced last year. a break-up of a marriage is unutterably tragic, especially when children are involved, and while we all wept for james and the three young ones, none of us were sad to see the back of her; still less after she hired a private investigator to sniff through my grandma's affairs and find out how much my uncle would be worth if my precious granny died.
i don't know why we thought we were impervious to divorce. probably because it had never happened to us. apparently, however, divorce was just waiting for an in, because a very short time later, my beloved uncle dennis left my darling auntie sylvia. it is way harder to choose sides in this event. dennis and syl have been together since before i was born, so, even though he's not blood, he belongs in our family. except that he's gone.
dennis and syl lived on a beautiful estate in kamloops, in a sprawling, cheery house chock full of syl's crazy art. dennis is a lawyer, and he let his artsy wife run wild (in a creative sense). their house was always the favorite gathering place for thanksgiving and easter and whatever else excuse we could muster to congregate there. and no wonder. this is the backyard.
for example, when my ever-young and achingly cool uncle james (he's 9 yrs younger than my dad, and wore a leather jacket and drove a motercycle when we were kids) married that dirty pirate hooker, maggie, choosing her out of his seemingly endless parade of relatively awesome girlfriends, we assumed, however grudingly, that her and her awful horseradish carrot dish were here to stay. to everyone's shock and no one's dismay, after ten years of marriage and three kids, they divorced last year. a break-up of a marriage is unutterably tragic, especially when children are involved, and while we all wept for james and the three young ones, none of us were sad to see the back of her; still less after she hired a private investigator to sniff through my grandma's affairs and find out how much my uncle would be worth if my precious granny died.
i don't know why we thought we were impervious to divorce. probably because it had never happened to us. apparently, however, divorce was just waiting for an in, because a very short time later, my beloved uncle dennis left my darling auntie sylvia. it is way harder to choose sides in this event. dennis and syl have been together since before i was born, so, even though he's not blood, he belongs in our family. except that he's gone.
dennis and syl lived on a beautiful estate in kamloops, in a sprawling, cheery house chock full of syl's crazy art. dennis is a lawyer, and he let his artsy wife run wild (in a creative sense). their house was always the favorite gathering place for thanksgiving and easter and whatever else excuse we could muster to congregate there. and no wonder. this is the backyard.
this is another part of the backyard.
this is the house, as seen from pictured yard.
not pictured: the tennis court, the pond with the rowboat, the other three sides of the house, the trampoline on which we used to play 'ninja worms' (a game where you pull your sleeping bag up to your neck and cinch it tight, and then jump around trying to knock everyone else in their sleeping bags down/off the trampoline. many injuries were incurred before the game was discovered and kaiboshed by the grownups), the tiny pond with fountain surrounded by life-sized statues (which i DID take a picture of but which wont upload), and the ever-changing interior of the house. all of these things are covered with the sticky handprints of childhood memories.
some things you know will pass. leaving cbc and my mt waddington girls was hard, but i saw it coming. marrying off my best friend (and in a sense, losing her, too) was hard, but these things happen. i never thought i'd see the day, though, when i'd say goodbye to the kamloops place. syl can't afford to keep it without dennis' income, and so she's sold the dear thing off. this weekend was our last family bonanza at the old place, one final hurrah. i'd planned on blogging all about it, the rockin good times and all (my family is a non-stop party), but i can't just now.
nothing stays the same, it seems. even the face of my family is changing. this has been my book of lamenations. my psalm of praise will come tomorrow.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
back by popular demand...
...my uninteresting life.
monday, tuesday, thursday and friday, i wake up at 6:00 am, make a lunch, primp a little (for the sake of my fellow bus-folk. my babbies don't care if i'm wearing deoderant), and head out the door just before 7:00. a 15 minute walk to the skytrain, half hour skytrain ride, half hour bus ride, 15 minute walk to my infant/toddler center, so i'm there by 8:30. for nine and a half hours i play with babbies. some days, everyone's good and pleasant and i love what i do. other days (like today), everyone has their angry faces on and half of them show up already crying and no one is consolable. most days are a mixture of small, perfect-toothed grins and crocodile tears, and emma roberts won't eat her lunch.
i leave at 6:00 pm. it's the same path home, so i'm there by 7:30. i prep for the following day while i watch 24 with my family (on DVD; only saps watch shows in syndication), journal for the sake of my practicum credit, juggle my thailand preparations (anybody wanna donate some $$ towards my trip?), sometimes i shower, sometimes i kill a precious hour grocery shopping, sometimes i have a good chat with my mum.
i have to get up at 6:00 again the next morning, so i go to bed at 10:00. except for tuesday nights, because wednesdays i don't have to get up until 7:00. wednesdays i spend the day with elle, my precious special needs practicum, and her mother and older sister. i'm there all day. i leave at 5:00, and get home by 6:30, so comparatively speaking, it's a short day. the intensity of the one-to-one interaction, however, compounded by her older sister hovering about like an amiable but oh so inconvenient fly, makes it far more exhausting than nine hours with toddlers. i also spend five hours with elle on sunday mornings, ferrying her through her sunday school classes and whatnot, while her mother, paladin of overwhelmed parents, runs the special needs program that allows elle to be in such whatnot.
for all two saturdays in may thus far, i have attended weddings. even when i am not taking a supporting role in the wedding itself, this still involves me getting myself to abbotsford and back, which is a transit nightmare.
so that's me. my main adventures consist of the time joel gave me a driving lesson in his ratty old car (standard, of course), and the time andrew got himself covered in baby spiders. the driving began with me telling joel (in my most threatening manner) that this would put a strain on our relationship, and ended with him picking me a yellow tulip to congratulate my hurculean efforts. the ickity bickity spider adventure began in the back field of my daycare. andrew is two-and-a-half, and came out from under the climber on tuesday crying hard, repeating that he didn't like the bees, and twitching every so often as though fending something off. i was afraid that a bee had gotten caught in his shirt sleeve, and was stinging him repeatedly (although we did just finish two weeks on bugs, so by now i know a thing or two about bees and how they can only sting you once before they die, final proof that God is just), and so i rushed over to him. as i got closer, i realized that his upper half was swarming with something. he had crawled through a spider's nest, and baby spiders covered his hat and his neck and shoulders. my ultimate fear factor is a spider, so internally i panicked. externally, i plucked off his hat and quickly brushed the poison-yellow creatures from his clothes and skin. having cleansed him, i drew his skinny body into my lap and held him for a long moment, as much for my own reassurance as his. 'andrew,' i said, 'that was a horrifying experience.' 'yes,' he replied. then, '...what's howwifying mean?'
that's all.
monday, tuesday, thursday and friday, i wake up at 6:00 am, make a lunch, primp a little (for the sake of my fellow bus-folk. my babbies don't care if i'm wearing deoderant), and head out the door just before 7:00. a 15 minute walk to the skytrain, half hour skytrain ride, half hour bus ride, 15 minute walk to my infant/toddler center, so i'm there by 8:30. for nine and a half hours i play with babbies. some days, everyone's good and pleasant and i love what i do. other days (like today), everyone has their angry faces on and half of them show up already crying and no one is consolable. most days are a mixture of small, perfect-toothed grins and crocodile tears, and emma roberts won't eat her lunch.
i leave at 6:00 pm. it's the same path home, so i'm there by 7:30. i prep for the following day while i watch 24 with my family (on DVD; only saps watch shows in syndication), journal for the sake of my practicum credit, juggle my thailand preparations (anybody wanna donate some $$ towards my trip?), sometimes i shower, sometimes i kill a precious hour grocery shopping, sometimes i have a good chat with my mum.
i have to get up at 6:00 again the next morning, so i go to bed at 10:00. except for tuesday nights, because wednesdays i don't have to get up until 7:00. wednesdays i spend the day with elle, my precious special needs practicum, and her mother and older sister. i'm there all day. i leave at 5:00, and get home by 6:30, so comparatively speaking, it's a short day. the intensity of the one-to-one interaction, however, compounded by her older sister hovering about like an amiable but oh so inconvenient fly, makes it far more exhausting than nine hours with toddlers. i also spend five hours with elle on sunday mornings, ferrying her through her sunday school classes and whatnot, while her mother, paladin of overwhelmed parents, runs the special needs program that allows elle to be in such whatnot.
for all two saturdays in may thus far, i have attended weddings. even when i am not taking a supporting role in the wedding itself, this still involves me getting myself to abbotsford and back, which is a transit nightmare.
so that's me. my main adventures consist of the time joel gave me a driving lesson in his ratty old car (standard, of course), and the time andrew got himself covered in baby spiders. the driving began with me telling joel (in my most threatening manner) that this would put a strain on our relationship, and ended with him picking me a yellow tulip to congratulate my hurculean efforts. the ickity bickity spider adventure began in the back field of my daycare. andrew is two-and-a-half, and came out from under the climber on tuesday crying hard, repeating that he didn't like the bees, and twitching every so often as though fending something off. i was afraid that a bee had gotten caught in his shirt sleeve, and was stinging him repeatedly (although we did just finish two weeks on bugs, so by now i know a thing or two about bees and how they can only sting you once before they die, final proof that God is just), and so i rushed over to him. as i got closer, i realized that his upper half was swarming with something. he had crawled through a spider's nest, and baby spiders covered his hat and his neck and shoulders. my ultimate fear factor is a spider, so internally i panicked. externally, i plucked off his hat and quickly brushed the poison-yellow creatures from his clothes and skin. having cleansed him, i drew his skinny body into my lap and held him for a long moment, as much for my own reassurance as his. 'andrew,' i said, 'that was a horrifying experience.' 'yes,' he replied. then, '...what's howwifying mean?'
that's all.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
i teach babies about bugs
who's rackin' up the practicum hours? it's me! my supervisor decided that the 1-6 shift that i've been working (so that i can come in with dawn) isn't going to be enough to get a comprehensive view of an infant/toddler center, so this morning i went in with amanda. she starts at 8:45, but i have to leave the house at 6:50 (that's right, in the a.m.) to make my way out in time for her to pick me up. the internet swears that there's no way i can bus straight out to my practicum site, but i plan on calling that bluff. anyway, i still come home with dawn, because it's a way easier transit adventure from where she drops me off, so today i worked 9.25 hours. i AM a machine! i wish i were getting paid for this.
i think i need to eat dinner now.
i think i need to eat dinner now.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
pluggin on
things are getting done, one at a time. the wedding is over. it was beautiful, i nearly passed out on stage from the heat and i still had the flu and all that STANDING without moving, i refrained from crying through the whole ceremony and well into my 'toast to the groom' speech, and now it's over. both my practicums are succesfully commenced, and neither is a drag. i met my little special needs practicum girl this morning, and OH she's cute. this is her.
anyway, she's a doll and we had a great time. so those are underway. i finally have enough ID to get a passport, so tomorrow morning before practicum i'm heading into the passport office. my plane ticket is purchased, my forms for MBMSI are in.
i had a mini-meltdown last week when all of these things were still pending, and my sage of a mother said 'well, rachie, if God wants you to go to thailand then you have to trust that everything will come together in time.' i promptly turned around and told that to God, but more along the lines of 'God, all these things are Your fault. it's Your fault that i'm friends with robyn and that she met ryan and they're getting married, it's Your fault that i chose ECE and now i have practicums, and it's Your fault that i'm going to thailand, so i need you to make sure that all these things happen.' when i relayed this to my friend dawn, she replied 'yes, and God told you to stop being a whiny brat, didn't He.'
which He probably did.
He's been good to me. things are progressing, and keeping a death grip on my patience will spare me an apoplexy.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
this would be a great excuse to watch tv if i could mange getting out of bed
i have the stomach flu
i'm past the throwing-up-eleven-times-and-just-making-my-bed-up-on-the-bathroom-floor-because-i'm-too-weak-to-make-it-across-the-hall phase (thank God)
now i'm in the body-cannot-stand-being-either-too-cold-or-too-hot-but-cannot-regulate-itself-so-at-any-given-moment-i-either-have-one-limb-thrust-out-of-the-blankets-to-catch-the-cool-breeze-with-the-rest-of-the-body-marinating-or-vice-versa. this is also the attempting-saltines-and-ginger-ale phase.
i think this is the first time in a week i've been grateful to be living with my parents.
i'm past the throwing-up-eleven-times-and-just-making-my-bed-up-on-the-bathroom-floor-because-i'm-too-weak-to-make-it-across-the-hall phase (thank God)
now i'm in the body-cannot-stand-being-either-too-cold-or-too-hot-but-cannot-regulate-itself-so-at-any-given-moment-i-either-have-one-limb-thrust-out-of-the-blankets-to-catch-the-cool-breeze-with-the-rest-of-the-body-marinating-or-vice-versa. this is also the attempting-saltines-and-ginger-ale phase.
i think this is the first time in a week i've been grateful to be living with my parents.
Monday, May 01, 2006
it's a fond farewell after all
i am through with the mt waddington hole. i have washed my hands (and the rest of me) of it. i am through with this house,
where kitchen faucets have no common decency...
where kitchen faucets have no common decency...
where garbage day is a tri-annual event...
where generations of 'storage' find their resting place...
where the dishrag is also the garden (doesn't that make you want to barf?)...
where poker is a necessary predecessor to sleep...
where gluttony is NOT a sin...
where household vermin are hunted with broomsticks (and butcher knives, and two-by-fours, and bare hands)...
where benny boop had his first smoke...
and his first 'black eye'...
where cultery is optional...
and usually unavailable...
alan schram suggests that perhaps God led me here...i suppose He did, because i certainly didn't choose this dump. when all was said and done (and dropped off at the value village), it was way more good than bad. i thank God for daddys who lend us their trucks to move and for friends who lend us their trucks and their manly arm strength, for thrift stores that wont accept any of our shoddy-but-still-functional furniture so that we appreciate the ones that will take it all, from the glass jar shaped like an apple to the chair with the cigarette burn in the arm. i thank God for berfday parties and for parties without occasion, for trabble scrabble and tetanus shots, for a coffee table slightly less precarious than its predecessor and for free coffee, for amy and chels and jo and munro and caleb and ben and alan and james and donovan and those boys from quest and bekah and arnie and erin (peters) and adam nash and lutz and chris penner and everyone else who piled their shoes in the front hall and had a smoke on the porch and hit their head on joanna's ceiling and tried to kill (or at least swore at) the rat and accidentally sat on that horrible spot on the couch and watched back-to-back episodes of the OC and generally participated in mt waddingtonery.
we don't live there anymore. *rachel sheds a single tear while drinking wine straight from the bottle and staring out the window over paris*
Friday, April 28, 2006
my friend nat gets the gypsy itch.
i don't have that. i have the get-settled-in itch, the find-permanent-places-to-put-my-stuff itch, the same-view-from-the-window itch. i have not been well-rooted since the jurrasic period.
almost four years ago, i moved out of my parent's house to the girls dorms at cbc. i had one roommate, i lived there for eight months, and then i moved home.
four months later, i moved back to cbc campus, this time to live in the joan st house. i had six roommates, i lived there for eight months, and then i moved home.
four months later, i moved into the meadowwoods townhouses with my best friend robyn and two other girls. one of them left halfway through the year, and was replaced. the replacee and the other 'other girl' had given us the impression that they would be in the area through the summer, so robyn and i had counted on living in meadowwoods for at least a year. however, in late february the girls told us that they might not be around, but that they would find out asap so that we could locate alternate roommates to keep rent down. march flew by, and by early april they still had no definite answers, so robyn and i (with more spite than practicality) moved out ourselves. she had a place to stay with her boyfriend and his friends for the two months before she left for camp, but i was stranded.
luckily, God was on top of things, and my friend laura got married and moved out of the basement suite where she lived with kelly and marcy. elise was set to move in there in the fall, but for the summer it was just the two of them. and rachel makes three.
as the summer drew to a close, and i began to have thoughts of fall housing, nat (refer to first sentence) and i decided to combine our efforts and find a place. september 1st drew near, and we still had nowhere to live. nat was at a friend's place, but i was being given the boot shortly. my dear friend ashley offered me her spare room, and, tiny and public though it was (it boasted the suite's only bathroom, and no closest), i moved in until nat and i could find a place. two months and many headaches later, we were still homeless (of sorts), nat had the gypsy itch, and moved to edmonton, and ashley was moving to chilliwack.
at this point, two of the girls in one of my classes offered me a spare room at their place, to crash as long as i liked or to stay permanently if i chose. i chose. that is how i ended up at the mt waddington house, dump of all dumps, where the people are spectacular and the appliances temperamental, a rat lives in the walls and all manner of things call the garage home. i had four roomates (five, if you count derek, which we did), then three, then six, then an indeterminable number as our house became abbotsford's cheapest hotel.
this morning, i left the mt waddington house to move back in with my parents. with my sister, more precisely. for the time being i am sharing her room, her dresser, her closet space. it was a grumpy move. i threw out or gave away a third of my belongings, and packed the rest up in purloined boxes. joel, best of boyfriends, helped load it all into the van, but the reverse was my sole responsibility when we got home. if there's one thing i've learned in my excess of moves, it's always a challenge to move into a place where people already live. my sister, bless her, had cleared out two of her dresser drawers and a fragment of her closet, and moved the couch out of her room so that i could put my bed somewheres. my parents, bless them, gave me a closet in the hall to use as mine, and two shelves in the garage to store the rest of my earthly belongings. everything i own is cramped and tucked and out of reach. everything is the opposite of handy.
no lie, i was not as grateful as i should have been as i lugged and hauled and shoved and stacked each of my boxes and bins into a tinier-than-ideal space. i was sulky and worn, like a toddler after too much excitement. moving is not exciting.
i wanted my own room. i wanted to move all of my boxes into that room and leave them there, set up my bed and take a nap. i did not want all of my things in the garage, so that the book i want right now is buried beneath four tons of paraphanalia. i did not want to cram all of my essentials into two dresser drawers and one small closet, and have everything orderly when my sister got home from work. i wanted a glorious unpacking mess, and for it to be out of everyone's way but mine. i hate to be a bother.
at the same time, i am living, rent free, in a reasonably large and resoundingly vermin-free house, with a functioning dryer, a dishwasher (most blessed of appliances), a comprehensive decorating scheme, and my dear papa is cooking my birthday steak right now. all inconveniences aside, i am stationary. barring disaster, i will remain here for at least one settled, rooted year (except for the three months i spend in thailand).
i don't have that. i have the get-settled-in itch, the find-permanent-places-to-put-my-stuff itch, the same-view-from-the-window itch. i have not been well-rooted since the jurrasic period.
almost four years ago, i moved out of my parent's house to the girls dorms at cbc. i had one roommate, i lived there for eight months, and then i moved home.
four months later, i moved back to cbc campus, this time to live in the joan st house. i had six roommates, i lived there for eight months, and then i moved home.
four months later, i moved into the meadowwoods townhouses with my best friend robyn and two other girls. one of them left halfway through the year, and was replaced. the replacee and the other 'other girl' had given us the impression that they would be in the area through the summer, so robyn and i had counted on living in meadowwoods for at least a year. however, in late february the girls told us that they might not be around, but that they would find out asap so that we could locate alternate roommates to keep rent down. march flew by, and by early april they still had no definite answers, so robyn and i (with more spite than practicality) moved out ourselves. she had a place to stay with her boyfriend and his friends for the two months before she left for camp, but i was stranded.
luckily, God was on top of things, and my friend laura got married and moved out of the basement suite where she lived with kelly and marcy. elise was set to move in there in the fall, but for the summer it was just the two of them. and rachel makes three.
as the summer drew to a close, and i began to have thoughts of fall housing, nat (refer to first sentence) and i decided to combine our efforts and find a place. september 1st drew near, and we still had nowhere to live. nat was at a friend's place, but i was being given the boot shortly. my dear friend ashley offered me her spare room, and, tiny and public though it was (it boasted the suite's only bathroom, and no closest), i moved in until nat and i could find a place. two months and many headaches later, we were still homeless (of sorts), nat had the gypsy itch, and moved to edmonton, and ashley was moving to chilliwack.
at this point, two of the girls in one of my classes offered me a spare room at their place, to crash as long as i liked or to stay permanently if i chose. i chose. that is how i ended up at the mt waddington house, dump of all dumps, where the people are spectacular and the appliances temperamental, a rat lives in the walls and all manner of things call the garage home. i had four roomates (five, if you count derek, which we did), then three, then six, then an indeterminable number as our house became abbotsford's cheapest hotel.
this morning, i left the mt waddington house to move back in with my parents. with my sister, more precisely. for the time being i am sharing her room, her dresser, her closet space. it was a grumpy move. i threw out or gave away a third of my belongings, and packed the rest up in purloined boxes. joel, best of boyfriends, helped load it all into the van, but the reverse was my sole responsibility when we got home. if there's one thing i've learned in my excess of moves, it's always a challenge to move into a place where people already live. my sister, bless her, had cleared out two of her dresser drawers and a fragment of her closet, and moved the couch out of her room so that i could put my bed somewheres. my parents, bless them, gave me a closet in the hall to use as mine, and two shelves in the garage to store the rest of my earthly belongings. everything i own is cramped and tucked and out of reach. everything is the opposite of handy.
no lie, i was not as grateful as i should have been as i lugged and hauled and shoved and stacked each of my boxes and bins into a tinier-than-ideal space. i was sulky and worn, like a toddler after too much excitement. moving is not exciting.
i wanted my own room. i wanted to move all of my boxes into that room and leave them there, set up my bed and take a nap. i did not want all of my things in the garage, so that the book i want right now is buried beneath four tons of paraphanalia. i did not want to cram all of my essentials into two dresser drawers and one small closet, and have everything orderly when my sister got home from work. i wanted a glorious unpacking mess, and for it to be out of everyone's way but mine. i hate to be a bother.
at the same time, i am living, rent free, in a reasonably large and resoundingly vermin-free house, with a functioning dryer, a dishwasher (most blessed of appliances), a comprehensive decorating scheme, and my dear papa is cooking my birthday steak right now. all inconveniences aside, i am stationary. barring disaster, i will remain here for at least one settled, rooted year (except for the three months i spend in thailand).
Sunday, April 16, 2006
samuel kings final
ok, so i went through all 4 books and picked out most of the people that i thought might be examenable, don't quote me on these, and we don't need to know where they're found, i just included that so if you don't like my description you can look them up yoselfs. i figure by now we should all know who nathan and bathsheba are, and the like, so they're obviously not in here...anyway, happy studying.
raych
Obscure people that might be mentioned:
- Elkanah - Hannah’s husband (1 Sam. 1)
- Peninnah - Elkanah’s other wife - she was cruel to Hannah (1 Sam. 1)
- Hophni and Phinehas - Eli’s wicked sons (1 Sam. 1-2)
- Kish - Saul’s father (1 Sam. 9)
- Agag - king of the Amelekites who Saul brings back, though he should have killed him, which is why God tears the kingdom from Saul’s hands (1 Sam. 15)
- Eliab - David’s oldest brother, who Samuel sees first, and also who mocks David for wanting to kill Goliath (1 Sam. 17)
- Ahimelech - the priest David goes to when he is fleeing Saul who gives him food and Goliath’s sword, and who is later murdered by Saul (1 Sam. 21-22)
- Abiathar - the son of Ahimelech who escapes and serves David in his flight (1 Sam. 23
- Nabal the Calebite - refuses to help David, but his wife, Abigail, helps David and becomes David’s wife after Nabal dies (1 Sam. 25)
- Achish - the king of Gath who David shelters with and fools into thinking he is on the Philistine’s side (1 Sam. 27)
- Abner - Saul’s cousin and the commander of his army who sets up Ish-Bosheth as king, and then leaves him for David and is killed by Joab
- Asahel - Joab’s brother who chased Abner and was stabbed through by the butt of his spear (2 Sam. 2)
- Abishai - Joab’s other brother, never says much, usually commands part of the army
- Ish-Bosheth - the son of Saul who is set up on the throne after Saul dies, and who is killed by two of his own men
- Uzzah - puts his hand on the ark to steady it and is struck down by God (2 Sam. 6)
- Mephibosheth - crippled son of Jonathan who David shows kindness to (2 Sam 9, 19)
- Ziba - servant of Mephibosheth who slanders him to David (2 Sam. 9, 15, 19)
- Amnon - son of David who rapes his sister Tamar and is killed by her brother Absalom (2 Sam. 12-13)
- Tamar - Absalom’s sister who is raped (2 Sam 12)
- the wise woman of Tekoa - sent to the king by Joab to intercede for Absalom (2 Sam 14)
- Ahithophel - David’s counsellor (and possibly Bathsheba’s grandfather) who leaves to support Absalom, and then kills himself when his advice is not taken (2 Sam. 15-17)
- Hushai - sent back by David to frustrate Ahithophel’s advice to Absalom (2 Sam. 15-17)
- Shimei - curses David as he flees, and then begs and receives forgiveness when David returns (2 Sam. 16, 19)
- Ahimaaz - son of Zadok, David’s priest, who desperately wants to take the news of Absalom’s death to David, even when Joab tells him not to (2 Sam 18)
- Sheba - convinced Israel not to follow David, was besieged by Joab, and killed by the city he took refuge in (2 Sam. 20)
- Gad - the prophet who goes to David and tells him to pick one of three punishments for conducting a census (2 Sam. 24)
- Abishag - the virgin found to sleep with David and keep him warm who is later asked for by Adonijah to be his wife (1 kings 1)
- Adonijah - son of David who put himself up to be king, asked for Abishag, and is killed by Solomon (1 kings 1-2)
- Benaiah - kills Adonijah, Joab, and Shimei for Solomon and is given Joab’s place at the head of the army (1 kings 2)
- Hiram - king of Tyre who supplies Solomon with cedar for his palace and temple (1 kings 5)
- Huram - does all the bronze work for the temple (1 kings 7)
- Ahijah - the prophet who tells Jeroboam that he will be king, tells Jeroboam’s wife that his son will die (1 kings 11, 14)
- Rehoboam - son of Solomon who rejects the people’s plea for a lighter load, so they reject him (1 kings 12)
- Man of God from Judah - comes and prophesies against the alter in Bethal, is deceived by the old prophet, and is killed by a lion (1 kings 13)
- Abijah - son of Rehoboam, bad king, reigned in Judah 3 years (1 kings 15)
- Asa - son of Abijah, good king, reigned in Judah 41 years (1 kings 15)
- Nadab - son of Jeroboam, bad king, reigned in Israel 2 years (1 kings 15)
- Baasha - killed Nadab and all of Jeroboam’s family, bad king, reigned in Israel 24 years (1 kings 15)
- Elah - son of Baasha, reigned in Israel 2 years (1 kings 16)
- Zimri - one of Elah’s officials, killed him and Baasha’s whole family, reigned in Israel 7 days, was besieged by Omri and killed himself (1 kings 16)
- Omri - bad king, reigned in Israel 12 years (1 kings 16)
- Ahab - son of Omri, married Jezebel, was really evil, etc.
- Obadiah - valid prophet during the time of Jezebel, was told by Elijah to tell Ahab where he was (1 kings 18)
- Ben-Hadad - king of Aram who repeatedly attacks Ahab, and who Yahweh delivers into Ahab’s hands (1 kings 20)
- Jehoshaphat - son of Asa, king of Israel who goes with Ahab to fight Ramoth-Gilead where Ahab dies (1 kings 22)
- Micaiah - prophet who lies to Ahab, and then tells him the truth regarding his battle with Ramoth-Gilead (1 kings 22)
- Zedekiah - prophet who says that Ahab will gore the Arameans with horns, slaps Micaiah and calls him a liar (1 kings 22)
- Ahaziah - son of Ahab, bad king, reigned in Israel 2 years, falls through a lattice and sends to prophets of Baal to see if he will recover, Elijah finds out and tells him he wont (1 kings 22-2 kings 1)
- Joram - son of Ahab, slightly less bad king, reigned in Israel 12 years (2 kings 3)
- The Shunnamite woman - provides for Elisha, so God grants her a son, but he dies, and Elisha brings him back (2 kings 4)
- Naaman - commander of the army of Aram, gets leprosy, goes to Elisha who tells him to wash in the Jordan and be cured (2 kings 5)
- Gehazi - Elisha’s servant (2 kings 5, 8)
- Hazael - officer of Ben-Hadad who murders him and becomes king (2 kings 8)
- Jehoram - son of Jehoshaphat, bad king, married Ahab’s daughter, reigned in Judah 8 years (2 kings 8)
- Ahaziah - son of Jehoram, bad king, reigned in Judah 1 year (2 kings 8)
- Jehu - commander of Israel’s army, killed Joram and ran out Ahaziah, had Jezebel thrown down, killed all the prophets of Baal, reigned in Israel 28 years (2 kings 9-10)
- Athaliah - mother of Ahaziah who killed off all her family and ruled Judah for 6 years (2 kings 11)
- Jehoiada - priest who sets up Joash as king and instructs him (2 kings 11-12)
- Joash - son of Ahaziah, good king, reigned in Judah 40 years, restored the temple (2 kings 12)
- Jehoahaz - son of Jehu, bad king, reigned in Israel 17 years (2 kings 13)
- Jehoash - son of Jehoahaz, bad king, reigned in Israel 16 years, went down and wept over Elisha when he was dying, recaptured towns from Aram (2 kings 13)
- Amaziah - son of Joash, reasonably good king, reigned in Judah 29 years, challenged Jehoash and was beaten (2 kings 14)
- Azariah - son of Amaziah, made king after the people killed his father, good king, had leprosy, reigned in Judah 52 years (2 kings 14-15)
- Jeroboam - son of Jehoash, bad king, reigned in Israel 41 years (2 kings 14)
- Zechariah - son of Jeroboam, bad king, reigned in Israel 6 months (2 kings 15)
- Shallum - assassinated Zecharaih, reigned in Israel 1 month (2 kings 15)
- Menahem - assassinated Shallum, reigned in Israel 10 years (2 kings 15)
- Pekahiah - son of Menahem, bad king, reigned in Israel 2 years (2 kings 15)
- Pekah - officer of Pekahiah, assassinated him, bad king, reigned in Israel 20 years, attacked by Assyria (2 kings 15)
- Hoshea - assassinated Pekah, bad king, reigned in Israel 9 years, betrayed Assyria and so Israel was exiled (2 kings 17)
- Jotham - son of Uzziah, good king, reigned in Judah 16 years (2 kings 15)
- Ahaz - son of Jotham, bad king, reigned in Judah 16 years (2 kings 16)
- Hezekiah - son of Ahaz, good king, was ministered to by Isaiah, became ill and prayed to be healed (2 kings 18-20)
- Manasseh - son of Hezekiah, evil king, reigned in Judah 55 years (2 kings 21)
- Amon - son of Manasseh, bad king, reigned in Judah 2 years, assassinated by his officials (2 kings 21)
- Josiah - son of Amon, put on the throne by the people, good king, reigned in Judah 31 years, found the book of the law and renewed covenant
- Jehoahaz - son of Josiah, bad king, was taken to Egypt
- Jehoiakim - son of Jehoahaz, bad king, rebelled against Nebuchadnezzar
- Jehoiachin - son of Jehoiakim, bad king, reigned 3 months, surrendered to Nebuchadnezzar and was taken prisoner
- Zedekiah - Jehoiachin’s uncle, bad king, reigned 11 years, rebelled against Babylon, was taken prisoner, Judah was taken into exile
raych
Obscure people that might be mentioned:
- Elkanah - Hannah’s husband (1 Sam. 1)
- Peninnah - Elkanah’s other wife - she was cruel to Hannah (1 Sam. 1)
- Hophni and Phinehas - Eli’s wicked sons (1 Sam. 1-2)
- Kish - Saul’s father (1 Sam. 9)
- Agag - king of the Amelekites who Saul brings back, though he should have killed him, which is why God tears the kingdom from Saul’s hands (1 Sam. 15)
- Eliab - David’s oldest brother, who Samuel sees first, and also who mocks David for wanting to kill Goliath (1 Sam. 17)
- Ahimelech - the priest David goes to when he is fleeing Saul who gives him food and Goliath’s sword, and who is later murdered by Saul (1 Sam. 21-22)
- Abiathar - the son of Ahimelech who escapes and serves David in his flight (1 Sam. 23
- Nabal the Calebite - refuses to help David, but his wife, Abigail, helps David and becomes David’s wife after Nabal dies (1 Sam. 25)
- Achish - the king of Gath who David shelters with and fools into thinking he is on the Philistine’s side (1 Sam. 27)
- Abner - Saul’s cousin and the commander of his army who sets up Ish-Bosheth as king, and then leaves him for David and is killed by Joab
- Asahel - Joab’s brother who chased Abner and was stabbed through by the butt of his spear (2 Sam. 2)
- Abishai - Joab’s other brother, never says much, usually commands part of the army
- Ish-Bosheth - the son of Saul who is set up on the throne after Saul dies, and who is killed by two of his own men
- Uzzah - puts his hand on the ark to steady it and is struck down by God (2 Sam. 6)
- Mephibosheth - crippled son of Jonathan who David shows kindness to (2 Sam 9, 19)
- Ziba - servant of Mephibosheth who slanders him to David (2 Sam. 9, 15, 19)
- Amnon - son of David who rapes his sister Tamar and is killed by her brother Absalom (2 Sam. 12-13)
- Tamar - Absalom’s sister who is raped (2 Sam 12)
- the wise woman of Tekoa - sent to the king by Joab to intercede for Absalom (2 Sam 14)
- Ahithophel - David’s counsellor (and possibly Bathsheba’s grandfather) who leaves to support Absalom, and then kills himself when his advice is not taken (2 Sam. 15-17)
- Hushai - sent back by David to frustrate Ahithophel’s advice to Absalom (2 Sam. 15-17)
- Shimei - curses David as he flees, and then begs and receives forgiveness when David returns (2 Sam. 16, 19)
- Ahimaaz - son of Zadok, David’s priest, who desperately wants to take the news of Absalom’s death to David, even when Joab tells him not to (2 Sam 18)
- Sheba - convinced Israel not to follow David, was besieged by Joab, and killed by the city he took refuge in (2 Sam. 20)
- Gad - the prophet who goes to David and tells him to pick one of three punishments for conducting a census (2 Sam. 24)
- Abishag - the virgin found to sleep with David and keep him warm who is later asked for by Adonijah to be his wife (1 kings 1)
- Adonijah - son of David who put himself up to be king, asked for Abishag, and is killed by Solomon (1 kings 1-2)
- Benaiah - kills Adonijah, Joab, and Shimei for Solomon and is given Joab’s place at the head of the army (1 kings 2)
- Hiram - king of Tyre who supplies Solomon with cedar for his palace and temple (1 kings 5)
- Huram - does all the bronze work for the temple (1 kings 7)
- Ahijah - the prophet who tells Jeroboam that he will be king, tells Jeroboam’s wife that his son will die (1 kings 11, 14)
- Rehoboam - son of Solomon who rejects the people’s plea for a lighter load, so they reject him (1 kings 12)
- Man of God from Judah - comes and prophesies against the alter in Bethal, is deceived by the old prophet, and is killed by a lion (1 kings 13)
- Abijah - son of Rehoboam, bad king, reigned in Judah 3 years (1 kings 15)
- Asa - son of Abijah, good king, reigned in Judah 41 years (1 kings 15)
- Nadab - son of Jeroboam, bad king, reigned in Israel 2 years (1 kings 15)
- Baasha - killed Nadab and all of Jeroboam’s family, bad king, reigned in Israel 24 years (1 kings 15)
- Elah - son of Baasha, reigned in Israel 2 years (1 kings 16)
- Zimri - one of Elah’s officials, killed him and Baasha’s whole family, reigned in Israel 7 days, was besieged by Omri and killed himself (1 kings 16)
- Omri - bad king, reigned in Israel 12 years (1 kings 16)
- Ahab - son of Omri, married Jezebel, was really evil, etc.
- Obadiah - valid prophet during the time of Jezebel, was told by Elijah to tell Ahab where he was (1 kings 18)
- Ben-Hadad - king of Aram who repeatedly attacks Ahab, and who Yahweh delivers into Ahab’s hands (1 kings 20)
- Jehoshaphat - son of Asa, king of Israel who goes with Ahab to fight Ramoth-Gilead where Ahab dies (1 kings 22)
- Micaiah - prophet who lies to Ahab, and then tells him the truth regarding his battle with Ramoth-Gilead (1 kings 22)
- Zedekiah - prophet who says that Ahab will gore the Arameans with horns, slaps Micaiah and calls him a liar (1 kings 22)
- Ahaziah - son of Ahab, bad king, reigned in Israel 2 years, falls through a lattice and sends to prophets of Baal to see if he will recover, Elijah finds out and tells him he wont (1 kings 22-2 kings 1)
- Joram - son of Ahab, slightly less bad king, reigned in Israel 12 years (2 kings 3)
- The Shunnamite woman - provides for Elisha, so God grants her a son, but he dies, and Elisha brings him back (2 kings 4)
- Naaman - commander of the army of Aram, gets leprosy, goes to Elisha who tells him to wash in the Jordan and be cured (2 kings 5)
- Gehazi - Elisha’s servant (2 kings 5, 8)
- Hazael - officer of Ben-Hadad who murders him and becomes king (2 kings 8)
- Jehoram - son of Jehoshaphat, bad king, married Ahab’s daughter, reigned in Judah 8 years (2 kings 8)
- Ahaziah - son of Jehoram, bad king, reigned in Judah 1 year (2 kings 8)
- Jehu - commander of Israel’s army, killed Joram and ran out Ahaziah, had Jezebel thrown down, killed all the prophets of Baal, reigned in Israel 28 years (2 kings 9-10)
- Athaliah - mother of Ahaziah who killed off all her family and ruled Judah for 6 years (2 kings 11)
- Jehoiada - priest who sets up Joash as king and instructs him (2 kings 11-12)
- Joash - son of Ahaziah, good king, reigned in Judah 40 years, restored the temple (2 kings 12)
- Jehoahaz - son of Jehu, bad king, reigned in Israel 17 years (2 kings 13)
- Jehoash - son of Jehoahaz, bad king, reigned in Israel 16 years, went down and wept over Elisha when he was dying, recaptured towns from Aram (2 kings 13)
- Amaziah - son of Joash, reasonably good king, reigned in Judah 29 years, challenged Jehoash and was beaten (2 kings 14)
- Azariah - son of Amaziah, made king after the people killed his father, good king, had leprosy, reigned in Judah 52 years (2 kings 14-15)
- Jeroboam - son of Jehoash, bad king, reigned in Israel 41 years (2 kings 14)
- Zechariah - son of Jeroboam, bad king, reigned in Israel 6 months (2 kings 15)
- Shallum - assassinated Zecharaih, reigned in Israel 1 month (2 kings 15)
- Menahem - assassinated Shallum, reigned in Israel 10 years (2 kings 15)
- Pekahiah - son of Menahem, bad king, reigned in Israel 2 years (2 kings 15)
- Pekah - officer of Pekahiah, assassinated him, bad king, reigned in Israel 20 years, attacked by Assyria (2 kings 15)
- Hoshea - assassinated Pekah, bad king, reigned in Israel 9 years, betrayed Assyria and so Israel was exiled (2 kings 17)
- Jotham - son of Uzziah, good king, reigned in Judah 16 years (2 kings 15)
- Ahaz - son of Jotham, bad king, reigned in Judah 16 years (2 kings 16)
- Hezekiah - son of Ahaz, good king, was ministered to by Isaiah, became ill and prayed to be healed (2 kings 18-20)
- Manasseh - son of Hezekiah, evil king, reigned in Judah 55 years (2 kings 21)
- Amon - son of Manasseh, bad king, reigned in Judah 2 years, assassinated by his officials (2 kings 21)
- Josiah - son of Amon, put on the throne by the people, good king, reigned in Judah 31 years, found the book of the law and renewed covenant
- Jehoahaz - son of Josiah, bad king, was taken to Egypt
- Jehoiakim - son of Jehoahaz, bad king, rebelled against Nebuchadnezzar
- Jehoiachin - son of Jehoiakim, bad king, reigned 3 months, surrendered to Nebuchadnezzar and was taken prisoner
- Zedekiah - Jehoiachin’s uncle, bad king, reigned 11 years, rebelled against Babylon, was taken prisoner, Judah was taken into exile
Saturday, April 15, 2006
it's almost...done?
final projects are over, papers are all done, two exams are down. all that remains is to study for my last (and by far most terrifying) exam, find that take-home exam in the disaster that passes for my room and finish it, fill in any gaps in my practicum journal and whip up my final report, write my valedictorian speech by saturday, have robyn's shower planned by sunday, nail down my two practicums for may, buy a plane ticket to thailand, and pluck my rampantly over-grown eyebrows.
and do laundry, which may prove challenging, since our 'new' dryer is broken. the old one tumbled, but generated no heat, and it took 11 hours to dry a load by sheer force of movement. grace came to 'take a look at it' (what she thinks she is going to do by looking at it, i have no idea. grace is no mechanic), and said in her most disapproving tone, 'oh, you should never put anything on top of the dryer!' as if to imply that that was why it was not working. at any rate, she said she'd send sheldon by in the next day or two to fix it up. six days later, sheldon comes by with a new dryer (which suspiciously resembles the old dryer in every way, right down to the dent in the door) and the boys help him install it (thanks, boys). the new dryer, needless to say, does not work.
count yourselves blessed, all ye with functioning appliances and rat-free garages! oh yeah, there's one more quick story i have to tell. so i went to get the mail from the garage the other day, and to get to the mail slot you have to squeeze between the pool table and the pile (smaller now than it's been) of garbage bags. so i open the door and yell and stomp until the rat makes his whereabouts known, and then i slide over and grab the mail. no sooner do i turn around than a rustling is heard in the garbage bags. we've known all along that there is probably more than one rat, but we call them 'the rat' because it depletes their power. anyway, there is suddenly very obviously more than one rat, because i can still see the one peering down from his perch, and now something else has trapped me behind the garbage. i can't get out through the garage door, because that was stuck open until we stuck it shut, and i can't get it open again. so i stood in the garage and raged, and chelsea stood in the doorway and screamed, until i summoned the courage to dart between the garbage and the pool table and into the house. from now on, i get the mail armed with a broom.
and do laundry, which may prove challenging, since our 'new' dryer is broken. the old one tumbled, but generated no heat, and it took 11 hours to dry a load by sheer force of movement. grace came to 'take a look at it' (what she thinks she is going to do by looking at it, i have no idea. grace is no mechanic), and said in her most disapproving tone, 'oh, you should never put anything on top of the dryer!' as if to imply that that was why it was not working. at any rate, she said she'd send sheldon by in the next day or two to fix it up. six days later, sheldon comes by with a new dryer (which suspiciously resembles the old dryer in every way, right down to the dent in the door) and the boys help him install it (thanks, boys). the new dryer, needless to say, does not work.
count yourselves blessed, all ye with functioning appliances and rat-free garages! oh yeah, there's one more quick story i have to tell. so i went to get the mail from the garage the other day, and to get to the mail slot you have to squeeze between the pool table and the pile (smaller now than it's been) of garbage bags. so i open the door and yell and stomp until the rat makes his whereabouts known, and then i slide over and grab the mail. no sooner do i turn around than a rustling is heard in the garbage bags. we've known all along that there is probably more than one rat, but we call them 'the rat' because it depletes their power. anyway, there is suddenly very obviously more than one rat, because i can still see the one peering down from his perch, and now something else has trapped me behind the garbage. i can't get out through the garage door, because that was stuck open until we stuck it shut, and i can't get it open again. so i stood in the garage and raged, and chelsea stood in the doorway and screamed, until i summoned the courage to dart between the garbage and the pool table and into the house. from now on, i get the mail armed with a broom.
Monday, April 10, 2006
as you can see, i'm quite photogenic.
samuel-kings paper - 1
rachel - 0
this paper ate my soul.
i have two assignments due tomorrow, i figured i could just get them done after this paper was finished, like i'd just hand it in and then jump right into the next assignment, no big deal, like i'm some sort of super-student. i am not a super-student. i am a fragile, wasted shell of a girl who has used up her last brain cells, and has nothing to give for her remaining classes.
and my paper's not even good.
i dont know if it sucks because i've been staring at it for days and its arguments aren't making sense to me anymore, or if it really, objectively sucks.
i guess we'll find out.
this paper ate my soul.
i have two assignments due tomorrow, i figured i could just get them done after this paper was finished, like i'd just hand it in and then jump right into the next assignment, no big deal, like i'm some sort of super-student. i am not a super-student. i am a fragile, wasted shell of a girl who has used up her last brain cells, and has nothing to give for her remaining classes.
and my paper's not even good.
i dont know if it sucks because i've been staring at it for days and its arguments aren't making sense to me anymore, or if it really, objectively sucks.
i guess we'll find out.
Saturday, April 08, 2006
i guess since i have this thing, i should be blogging
so, my best friend is getting married, and this wedding (along with my samuel-kings paper) is consuming my life. this is her -->
and i love her, but i am never being a maid of honor again. so anyways, here i am with this huge paper due and it's saturday, and i have to be in burnaby by sunday morning for more wedding stuff (which i DONT mind doing at all, robyn, i love you, but i have to set up the story) and the greyhound busses leave at 3:30 (when i am at a shower for another girl) and at 9:35 (says the schedule). i don't know HOW i'm going to get to the greyhound station, because joel's at an athletics banquet all evening (this is joel),
and i asked chelsea to drive me to work yesterday and hate to ask favors 2 days in a row. so benny boop (this is ben) 
says he'll drive me and we leave in plenty of time and get to the station at 9:20, and the ticket counter is CLOSED but the two guys waiting for their bus say i can buy a ticket on the bus, so we scrounge through ben's truck to find me enough change to buy a ticket, and then ben leaves to take amy to walmart, and i sit down, and the two guys ask me where i'm going and i say vancouver, and they say, that bus just left, like 5 minutes ago and i probably swear a bit at this point, and phone ben and amy who come back from walmart to get me. then ben offers to drive me to surrey so i can catch the skytrain in to burnaby, and amy comes too because she knows the way, and we stop at a gas station and amy buys a slurpee that she doesn't even want, and we get some free licorice. we talk about our lives and what horrible mistakes we make and how good God's grace is, and then they drop me off at the skytrain. the car is fairly empty when i get on, and i sit at the opposite end of the threatening-looking man, and then three polish guys get on and sit in my space, and they chat me up all the way home, which i don't really mind because the threatening-looking man keeps sending me threatening looks, and it's only we five in the car and if they weren't there it'd only be we two, and i'm not down with that idea. i get off the train and it's raining. hard. my parents got a new house number just after i moved out and i don't know it, and they both have new cell phone numbers (as in, new to this past year or so) and i don't know them either. in fact, the only cell phone number i know is my sister's, and she's in vancouver for the night (i know this because i phone her). anyways, i end up walking home, and it's only a 10 minute walk if you can cut through the mall, but the mall is closed because it's 11:15 by this point, and so it's a 20 minute walk in the pouring rain, and this guy follows me for probably 6 blocks, and i wish i had those polish guys back, but then my sister phones and as soon as following-guy sees me on my cell phone he turns around and heads away and i breathe easy. and i tell her that i'm walking home in the rain and she tells me that she loves me and then somehow everything is ok. and now i'm going to sleep on the couch with my dog (this is my dog)
and i love her, but i am never being a maid of honor again. so anyways, here i am with this huge paper due and it's saturday, and i have to be in burnaby by sunday morning for more wedding stuff (which i DONT mind doing at all, robyn, i love you, but i have to set up the story) and the greyhound busses leave at 3:30 (when i am at a shower for another girl) and at 9:35 (says the schedule). i don't know HOW i'm going to get to the greyhound station, because joel's at an athletics banquet all evening (this is joel),
and i asked chelsea to drive me to work yesterday and hate to ask favors 2 days in a row. so benny boop (this is ben) says he'll drive me and we leave in plenty of time and get to the station at 9:20, and the ticket counter is CLOSED but the two guys waiting for their bus say i can buy a ticket on the bus, so we scrounge through ben's truck to find me enough change to buy a ticket, and then ben leaves to take amy to walmart, and i sit down, and the two guys ask me where i'm going and i say vancouver, and they say, that bus just left, like 5 minutes ago and i probably swear a bit at this point, and phone ben and amy who come back from walmart to get me. then ben offers to drive me to surrey so i can catch the skytrain in to burnaby, and amy comes too because she knows the way, and we stop at a gas station and amy buys a slurpee that she doesn't even want, and we get some free licorice. we talk about our lives and what horrible mistakes we make and how good God's grace is, and then they drop me off at the skytrain. the car is fairly empty when i get on, and i sit at the opposite end of the threatening-looking man, and then three polish guys get on and sit in my space, and they chat me up all the way home, which i don't really mind because the threatening-looking man keeps sending me threatening looks, and it's only we five in the car and if they weren't there it'd only be we two, and i'm not down with that idea. i get off the train and it's raining. hard. my parents got a new house number just after i moved out and i don't know it, and they both have new cell phone numbers (as in, new to this past year or so) and i don't know them either. in fact, the only cell phone number i know is my sister's, and she's in vancouver for the night (i know this because i phone her). anyways, i end up walking home, and it's only a 10 minute walk if you can cut through the mall, but the mall is closed because it's 11:15 by this point, and so it's a 20 minute walk in the pouring rain, and this guy follows me for probably 6 blocks, and i wish i had those polish guys back, but then my sister phones and as soon as following-guy sees me on my cell phone he turns around and heads away and i breathe easy. and i tell her that i'm walking home in the rain and she tells me that she loves me and then somehow everything is ok. and now i'm going to sleep on the couch with my dog (this is my dog)
Thursday, April 06, 2006
it is true
i have switched over.
i actually just wanted to see if this blog is easier to post photos in.
it is.
i actually also don't want to write my term paper.
i suppose i will go blog on myspace that i now blog here.
when i blog.
i actually just wanted to see if this blog is easier to post photos in.
it is.
i actually also don't want to write my term paper.
i suppose i will go blog on myspace that i now blog here.
when i blog.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
Ignore these.
I just need to put them somewhere. It's a long story, and I will probably not explain later.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Friday, July 30, 2004
i am a test post!!!
this is just a test post. i'm trying to put a picture in my profile, finally. i didn't actually blog this in 2004, i'm just trying to lessen the likelihood of someone reading this. who are you, and what are you doing on my test post?
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