Thursday, June 12, 2008

sleepless

its 1:24 am and i cant sleep. thats what i get for reading articles about stocks and investing right before bed from a magazine i got at the library for free. diagram that sentence. another freebie was Self, which has a diet renovation plan. in a month, you lose a dress size. im not too interested in that, but i would like to get in shape and eat healthier. day one says 'keep a food log' hmmm

bowl of special K and milk  (pretty tasty and also super cheap)
cup of coffee
one generic lime ralph's yogurt- pretty much the best yogurt ive ever tasted. also, cheap. 
(yet, ive still managed to spend twice my food budget last month- i need a money diet).
water. more coffee.
finally, at about 4:30, i stop trying to catch up our finances in quickbooks and eat a slice of meatloaf i made last night. mmm.
angel hair pasta with sauteed shrimp, mushrooms and sauce.
glass of red wine. (i've cut myself off sugar and alcohol to be healthier- except for red wine with dinner. its good for the heart, and delicious. also... cheap. its panilonco from trader joe's and the best wine you can get for $3.99. try to find the chardonnay/viognier if you can). 
i delay going to work out for so long that i am too tired once that stupid guessing game show is over - the suitcase one. ugh! we didnt watch celebrity circus. that would be just too degrading. 
part of berry cobbler i made last night- i know i know, its sugar. and vanilla ice cream one scoop. and part of a cup of coffee..... lalalallalala. probably why im up right now.
spencer and i were looking at our stomachs pooching out as we ate cobbler in bed. sigh. back on the workout wagon tomorrow! 


Wednesday, June 4, 2008

the not-so-pimp mobile

everyone knows that if you pray for patience, God is sure to send a slew of nagging, grumpy, oblivious or otherwise irksome people into your life. that, or every inanimate object- traffic lights, coffee makers, cell phones- will break down simultaneously. and then we learn patience, or at least not to pray for it again. and if we pray for God to help us trust him more, does he give us a nice peaceful week and solve all the difficult situations in our lives? no. and i am learning to be thankful that that is the way he works. it makes for some situations you would never have otherwise experienced. like riding on the back of a tow truck late at night.

sunday afternoon, stuart, nicole, spencer and i decided to go to IKEA in covina, one of our favourite places. since they were buying large items like bookshelves, we decided to take our 55 chevy station wagon on its first road trip. it was such a good little car. it tried so hard. and it made it all the way out there, all the way around full of stuff and (almost) all the way home. it had overcome obstacles such as a motorcycle 'gang' of idiotic teenagers who took up four lanes of traffic, and barely being able to fit all our purchases inside so that three of us were in the front and one person sat indian style in the back and pushed the bookshelves away from their head after every left turn. stuart was doing an amazing job at driving too, with the two people on the right side telling him if he was clear to change lanes. in beaumont, we stopped for gas (and of course, starbucks) and saw some steam coming from the hood along with a sort of chugging sound. its an old car, we thought, it is having a hard time, but its nothing bad. then we headed home. 

anyone who has been to palm springs knows of the enormous hill between all those cool windmills which every indie band must have as the cover of their cd at some point. there is also nothing out there for miles except sand, wind and semi trucks. quite a good spot for a horror movie, perhaps the sequel to Duel. that's when i noticed more steam coming from the car. nicole noticed it too. 'uh, theres a lot of steam coming out' stuart turns his head 'really?' POOF. suddenly the 'steam'-actually thick smoke- is pouring into the car and out under the hood. we can't see a thing and stuart manages to get the car over to the side of the road and turn it off. he and spencer thought it was going to catch fire, and stuart later admits to thinking about how to get all the stuff out safely and also which pieces of the car are most valuable and can be quickly taken off. i am about ready to run down the steep hill we're on into the pitch black desert. the guys get out, try to see what happened but there was so much smoke they couldnt see a thing. so they got back in, we prayed about what to do, then called AAA, who informed us that their tow man could only give two of us a ride and so could we call a cab for the other two of us. nice service. we call steve, stuart and spencer's dad, and he heads out to come get us. meanwhile, its so windy outside that you can barely stand up, so we stay huddled in the car until help arrives. this is where the trust thing comes in. i begin to lose it. every time a semi goes by, the car shakes and i start to cry- trying to keep it quiet and not scare anyone. they are all really really calm.  spencer is funnier than ever telling old stories of breaking down in stuart's old z car. nicole says, God is taking care of us, and while i know that she is right, still i am terrified. what if we all die? who will take care of isabella? God- she needs parents. at least it'll be quick, i think, the way these trucks are driving. we wont even feel it. and, we are all believers- we will go Home if we die. i am not worried about that. but sitting there anticipating it was nearly unbearable. i realize how much i do not actually trust God in day to day life and am sad that i am so lacking. it occurs to me this whole thing may have happened just because i needed to learn to trust. 

soon the truck comes, and the driver, with a goatee and tatoos all over his forearms, tells us that he wont leave us here- he will just have two of us ride in the chevy on the tow truck. it felt like being able to do something illegal and get away with it. or like being a kid and eating candy before dinner. i tell spencer we should make out since no one can see us- and when will this opportunity every come again? as we're being loaded up, i call jenny and tell her i feel like im in Grease, with the car going up into the sky. we tried to take pictures with our phones, but it was too dark. and i have to say, that as scared as i was, it was one of the coolest times ever. and also really amazing to think that some of my closest friends are now my family and they are really really good to have around in hard times. having seen nicole in labour with isabella and now in this, im pretty sure she could work for the CIA or a bomb squad- the woman cannot be flustered. we got to the shop, left the car, got home with steve and half our ikea stuff, and at about 2 am got to bed. 

i am thankful that we are safe, thankful for the people in my life, for spencer's comfort and understanding, and also thankful for the experiences God lets in our lives to show us more about ourselves, and to show us that we are not in control, but he is and he is taking care of us. and that with difficult, scary things, come rides on tow trucks and remembering what its like to be a kid. 

Thursday, May 29, 2008

my password is password

this is my first official blog entry. it is dedicated to molly lewis, who is moving soon to long beach. molly, now we can stay in touch and you can know my every move and all my goings on, probably more up to date than when you actually lived here. that is how we always are. we must still write letters.

the title of my blog is quite unattractive. but the story goes back to eighth grade, when i first read To Kill A Mockingbird. a bildungsroman is a coming-of-age story, or quite literally, a formation novel. "a type of novel concerned with the education, development, and maturing of a young protagonist." i figured since i always loved children's lit, specifically adolescent literature, and since i can identify with a twelve year old more than my own peers, it was a fitting title. that, and i dont think im qualified to have a blog. hopefully, my writing will mature as this progresses.

the first attempt to create this page was about three months ago, also with molly's help, and i think it is pure luck that i even remembered what website i half-created this on. the other feat was remembering which of about fifteen inside jokes with myself was my password. apparently, you cant actually use the word password because it is unsecure. its not my bank account. what? is someone going to come in and author a blog in my name? gasp! i can only hope it would be bethany, as her blog makes me laugh hysterically and make people who have never met her read it. anyway, i was going to wait to make my first post a picture of me in hollywood kneeling by amy grant's star- ha! but i can't find that picture, so this is what you get instead.

hopefully something more entertaining in the near future.