The Highlights of My Intern Years 2007-2009

my 2nd year DC trip

My Intern memories in summation & in no particular order of importance.

1. Tuesday movie nights at the dollar theatre (2nd yr)

2. Dr. Fleming's classes (1st & 2nd yr)

3. Sarah's 21st b-day root beer kegger (2nd yr)

4. Learning to rely on God (1st & 2nd yr)

5. Becoming an aunt (1st yr)

6. The trip to Lewiston & getting snowed in McCall on our way back (1st yr)

7. My personal match maker unsuccessfully trying to find me a husband. Thanks for trying Dan! (1st & 2nd yr)

8. Afternoon classes with Pastor Mark Francey. Life changing! (2nd yr)

9. My suprise bday party. Best bday ever! (1st yr)

10. The Pranks & The Cops!!! (1st & 2nd yr)

11. Producing for the gcKids Easter Show (2nd yr)

12. Producing for the 1st gcB Wait Night & gcKids Live show (2nd yr)

13. Figure Skating Contest in McCall (1st yr)

14. Seth vs. Wild (2nd yr)

15. Sarah & I in our LOUD mouth moments (1st & 2nd yr)

16. HOW I met George (2nd yr)

17. Settlers of Catan (1st yr)

18. My sobriety check! (1st yr)

19. Jake Lee's classes (1st yr)

20. My daily miracle food provisions! (1st & 2nd yr)

21. Both DC trips

22. China Town DC! "I would rather go to China town than Arlington!" What were we thinking? Here's some advice China town is NOT some magical amazing place like some would believe. (1st yr)

23. Joel's infamous hair cut (2nd yr)

24. Heather Fulfer! I don't really need to expand (1st yr)

25. The Quote Book & how everyone strived to make it in. (1st & 2nd yr)

There are so many other great memories I could probably go on forever but I won't. So I hope you enjoy these pictures instead.

McCall trip 1st year. Sarah, me, Brittany, & Heather



The Ladies! Stephanie W, Sarah, Me, Jessie, Stephanie D, and Laurel

Scott. He has an odd fascination with women's jackets.

What's Next???

Hey patient readers! Sorry for the long delay in my blogging. Some of you may be curious to know what was holding me back from my wonderful blog. The answer is a lot of different things but mainly my Internship at Capital Christian Center, which is going to end in just a couple of short weeks.

I am currently at that point where I have to make a lot of decisions to make. What's next? Honestly I am not for certain what the next step is but I am really excited to find out. If I only learned one thing from being an intern it would be waiting on God. I am completely reliant on God, which is a good thing & honestly I like it.

So to pose the question again - What are my plans after interns is over? I am not sure yet but I do know this it will be an incredible ride! Job? Travel? College??? Boise? Not Boise? I do not know but I am looking forward to finding out.

Thank you for reading this blog if you would like to pray for me I would appreciate it as I am entering this new phase in life.

My very own Scrabble mascot!

My family loves scrabble! LOVES IT! I however do NOT share these feelings of love. I NEVER participate when the fam busts out the board I just go straight to the couch for a nap stating "I may as well sleep because it will be more entertaining." In our house if the game is loved enough it will receive a famous mascot. For example Trivial Pursuit is Bobcat Goldthwait do not ask why.

One time my mom and sister took the scrabble board and the mascot, Chris LaDeaux, to the Oregon Coast instead of me. I still hold that against Scrabble.

Then there was the time I was enjoying a nap on the sofa or davino while they were playing and I woke to two grown women hovering over me giggling uncontrollable. I was puzzled and then started yelling "why does my mouth taste funny?" Apparently they got bored while playing, which is understandable, so they decided to torment me by putting vinegar in my mouth. HA ha! I am still laughing. Grrrgh!

Scrabble was always used as a method of torchure. "You behave or we will get out the scrabble game." Today was my 23rd birthday and to my suprise I opened up a scrabble game from my sister. It was just the box filled with various items, but there was one item that really made my night. A mascot for my very own Scrabble game. Shia LaBeouf my middle school crush. *Deep sigh* Call me a sucker for akward looking, curly haired, big nosed, Jewish kids. I could be asking for trouble with that last statement but I can not deny my youth.

"Gone"?!?

The year was 2003. The season was summer and it was my very last summer break before graduating. My mom and I were in the car driving home from a sunday night church service when suddenly a song came on. Well not too suddenly because the radio was on. Now if the radio had turned on all by itself then their would have been a real suprise element. Really it was a normal radio experience that I am trying to make sound better than it really was. I guess the profound part of this story is that I remember everything about the moment. The conversation, the scenery of the drive, and even the feelings I had.

"GONE, like yesterday is GONE. Like history is GONE. The world keeps spinning on You're going, going GONE. Like summer break is GONE. Like Saturday is GONE Just try and prove me wrong. You pretend like you're immortal (you're immortal)You're immortal (you're immortal)"

It struck me that before I knew it I would be gone. That summer break would be gone, I would be graduating, I would be moving out of my parents house, trying new things, and well be the person I am today. Why am I telling you this story right now. I have a couple of reasons actually. 1. My 23 birthday is in 9 days and birthdays always make me contemplative. 2. I actually heard Gone by switchfoot yesterday which always takes me back to that car ride and the declaration I made "Time may be going, going, gone but I am going to enjoy this moment while I can." Profound for a 17 yr old I know.

Stay tuned I may start rambling about other memory lane nonsense. You as a reader are in a special spot being as it is the month of November. Every November I start to think about odd things like high school years, my crazy fifth grade hair do that resembled a poodle, and my dream of being just like Keri Strug. You never know what I may come up with this year.

ER, SchmER

"Abdominal pain is also called belly pain." Thank you St. Luke's CareNotes System. You may have missed me this weekend and with good reason I can be a very helpful person to have around. My greatest apologies I give to you, but I was ill. It all hit very suddenly Saturday afternoon and ended with a trip to the ER. No worries though I am doing fine. Here are some minor details if you want to know about what my vomit consisted of or how many times I passed out I can tell you later. This is just a small version of a really long story.

I was suddenly struck with stomach pain Saturday afternoon. My mother's diagnosis was Gallbladder attacks. Thank God that was not the Doctors. After some puking and fainting Monday morning I took one of the most mundane trips in my life. The ER. It was not tv show worthy that is for certain. I laid on a bed for 4 hrs just so they could tell me I have a virus. Well not just for that I was severly dehydrated, hince the passing out. I got an IV, pain killers, and nausea pills. I felt much better after my visit and I am feeling even better now. I expect to be back in class tomorrow morning bright and early for prayer.

Oh by the way, my apologies to Dan and Warren for my incoherent babble Saturday afternoon. I do not remember all of what I was said, but I am certain it was idiotic. Thanks to Dan, Seth, Kenrick, Kate, and Debreanna for covering my normal duties and helping me out when I really needed it. Lastly and most important I am so grateful for God's great grace and healing in my life. I could not have made it through the weekend without it, seriously.

What's that...On your face?

Today Ethan Grove asked me why I had so many ow eees all over my face. I love it when kids realize I have freckles it makes me happy. I had to explain that they did not hurt, that they are just freckles.

Most kids want to know how I got them. I usually call them angel kisses and say the angels all loved me so much that they came in the middle of the night and gave me kisses when I was a small child. I once had a little girl ask me how she could get the angels to come kiss her. I then felt bad because I realized she would never get freckles because she was too dark. So I covered up by saying sometimes you do not notice when they kiss you. Then I pointed at a mole on her face and told her that was an angel kiss. She felt better about herself. After that point I stopped emphasizing how much love the angels had for me.

My Grandpa told me this little farce when I was little to make me feel better about my fair complexion and it worked. In the words of Jake Lee "some people are doomed to be white!" Thanks Jake it is so true and I would rather be white than tan any day. Maybe?

I talk like...a ?

As I was spending the day with my sister yesterday an interesting topic of conversation came up and I had a grand revelation. I talk like a man! Apparently there is a little thing called "girl talk" that I had no idea existed until yesterday. My eyes were opened so I have chosen to blog about it hoping that you might have a similar revelation or perhaps you already know this.
It all starts with the stereotypical little girl. Little girls like to play with dolls and tend to view their relationships with other girls as equal. If one female is bosier than the others she is not well received because it is like she is saying she is above the other girls. This is not so with boys they grasp the concept of unequality at a young age possibly because positions are not equal on sports teams. By the way this is speculation and I am not claiming to have all of the answers to the differences between the sexes.
So because there are differences between males and females there are different ways you deliver a message. With most females (once again not true in all cases just look at my sister and I) you need to skirt around the situation instead of coming out and saying it. Of course with males you can just bluntly say what is in your head and for the most part it will be received and processed accordingly. Women tend to hear what you say and overexaggerate it. I am not a man so I may be a little off.
What does this have to do with me? I just now realized when I have something to say I just blurt it out because that is what my family does. I learned my manly talk from my mother and sister. I tend to hurt a lot of girls feelings and I just thought it was because I am a jerk, well I guess I am not I just process things differently. I have always responded better to people who speak bluntly to me so I thought others would too. Not true! Not even close. I am so silly sometimes.
So what is your opinion? Go ahead, like I said this is not some great study done by a great group of scientist at a university. It is maily just speculation from my sister and myself.