tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89070190725786879682024-03-12T19:44:24.001-07:00"...Il me fait marcher sur les hauteurs." -Habacuc 3:19Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-39982815876663990992011-01-27T20:50:00.000-08:002011-01-27T21:13:32.041-08:00Maintenant, il est plus facile de me trouver.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >juliasuddath.blogspot.com</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">there, that's much easier. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-3276417638282056692011-01-26T20:17:00.000-08:002011-01-26T20:51:39.711-08:00une histoire des gilets<div>Thought I'd fill you in on my adventure in the mall today as I enjoy a small can of sunkist.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBXpEcM0Tk0Gab21BLWWkjw_pT2KvOv6nH5hCPqlDQFZxe_z7A8D6hMgHqyKOocDQfFCSk5x-jegtg1T_lw9lLpyj4iHCIUDg01HtOpPoJAUCGi4cC4FIUDlV5t4LH7tsNGSYrKzHJ9ezD/s1600/sunkist.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBXpEcM0Tk0Gab21BLWWkjw_pT2KvOv6nH5hCPqlDQFZxe_z7A8D6hMgHqyKOocDQfFCSk5x-jegtg1T_lw9lLpyj4iHCIUDg01HtOpPoJAUCGi4cC4FIUDlV5t4LH7tsNGSYrKzHJ9ezD/s200/sunkist.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566718421272369282" style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px; " /></a><div>The background:</div>So my roommate J.M.M. has this great addiction to outerwear. AND she is gracious enough to let me borrow items as needed. There is one exception, however, a tan puffy vest that is the holy grail of puffy vests. Well one night last semester J. was already out for the night and I needed something to wear, so I went to her closet and dawned the tan puffy. I then walked to dinner with my friend J.J nearby. Later that night I came home and J. had already come home. I walked into her room to return the puffy. Upon realizing that I had chosen it to wear, she said immediately, "You took the tan puffy! I bet you went to Asian!" I stood there like a frozen squirrel--how did she know I had enjoyed food and conversation at the Hibachi Factory?? Could she smell it?? Turns out she couldn't, but there would have been issues if she could've. We then had to sarcastically, but seriously lay down some ground rules for tan puffy.<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Today though, I set out to find a puffy of my own. I left work with one mission: enter West Town Mall and leave with reasonably priced, hopefully tasteful puffy vest. I first went to The Gap (tan puffy is from The Gap), and although they were having a sale, the one vest I tried didn't seem to work great. Then I walked across the hall to AE. I always go in AE and I always leave about 47 seconds later because I feel like I am in middle school. Next, I turned into Eddie Bauer, which for some of you may seem a bit more targeted to parents than college students, but they have come a long way. (By the way my parents adore Eddie Bauer, and they love L.L. Bean even more.) In fact, I was hopeful because Eddie Bauer's stuff is quality and the women who work there are extremely nice. The puffy vests I looked at at first were way too far out of my price range. Quality comes with a cost. So I tried on a few items from the sale rack. And then I found it...The Yukon Classic Down Vest in black....on sale...big time sale. Here is what it looks like in red. Warning this is the most intense model I have ever seen: </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGU5nTnYDMVkVuJRL3-LnlEFIca3n-CbegTFl5VaUCnWJRQxQJ3a8xSq-HV_6Gfy8eC1X0nahCGkkH6AKXmH06IrNzFQLN5dRiI0CmxYYzQSwwcth14L1GTmrkD9XgNEgKmvHFYi6f-Poi/s1600/vest.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGU5nTnYDMVkVuJRL3-LnlEFIca3n-CbegTFl5VaUCnWJRQxQJ3a8xSq-HV_6Gfy8eC1X0nahCGkkH6AKXmH06IrNzFQLN5dRiI0CmxYYzQSwwcth14L1GTmrkD9XgNEgKmvHFYi6f-Poi/s200/vest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566720354236275618" style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 200px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">(P.S. remember when I blogged last time about turning into my mother and her clothes...you can read it <a href="http://togoontheheights.blogspot.com/2010/02/je-deviens-ma-mere.html">here</a>)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyways, I now love Eddie Bauer a lot. Expect me to dress like that model in my adult future, but hopefully less intense and more happy looking.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I texted J.M.M. and let her know that I got my own puffy, size S, in black, that she was free to borrow it any time, and that she was allowed one Asian meal in it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">How is your wardrobe holding up? Are you digging in the parents' clothes yet or shopping in their favorite stores? Or is it just me? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">keep warm,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-44710843197740150832011-01-17T19:08:00.001-08:002011-01-17T19:35:34.507-08:00Anglais Deux Cent DeuxThis is <i>that</i> semester. The semester that has <i>real life</i> looming at the end of it. The semester that you take those classes that you let sit awhile while you figured out how to graduate. Classes like English 202. <div><br /></div><div>Slight interjection, can I just say that originally I was in English 254 and whew am I glad I dropped and ran quick? A whole semester of "Witches, Faeries, and the representation of the Female in Literatre" is just <b>not </b>my cup 'o tea, and who spells fairies like that anyway? Plus the syllabus looked a bit thick, and let's be honest, it is <i>that </i>semester.</div><div><br /></div><div>But I am in ENG 202, or British Literature II 'Wordsworth to Woolfe'. I never took British Literature I. Apparently it's not required. </div><div><br /></div><div>Blackboard told me my professor was N.H. I looked her up on UT's website because I was hoping for a picture. You can tell so much from a picture. Also, when I was in middle school there was a girl in the grade above me whose name was also N.H. Her dad was also an English teacher. I was actually hoping it would be her. We were friends in middle school. I need to be friends with the person grading my ENG 202 papers. It wasn't middle school N.H. </div><div><br /></div><div>The picture online did show a pleasant, intelligent looking lady. She was thin with thin blonde hair and crossed her arms like she was British, but maybe that impression only happened because I think taking Brit Lit II would be learned so much better from an actual Brit. My hopes were high heading into the classroom.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alas, (this is Brit Lit II you know), N.H. was not British but she was pleasant and real intelligent. And we have the same taste in movies. Well I don't actually know if she likes all the movies I like but I do know that she likes period movies set in Britain like <i>Young Victoria </i>and <i>Bright Star. </i>I was the only student in the class to raise my hand to say I'd seen those very good, but not-your-average-blockbuster pictures. So, because of that, N.H. and I are friends. </div><div><br /></div><div>However, N.H. assigned a two-page paper answering the questions a)What kind of books do you like to read and b)What do you hope to learn from this class. Really, N.H.? Two pages on those absurdly vague questions? </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, there is a little look into a quarter of my Tuesdays and Thursdays. I should go tap-tap away a my two-pager instead of blog I guess. </div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-50862862013765351562011-01-06T08:13:00.000-08:002011-01-06T08:44:47.815-08:00L'année 2010 s'en est allée; "2011, l'année de la patience"2010 is gone, but what a wonderful year it was! <div><br /></div><div>a of all, I apologize for the lack of posting in the past couple of months. I haven't had internet at my apartment, so blogging has not been a high priority when I manage to snag some wifi.</div><div><br /></div><div>b of all, even though it is well into the first week of 2011, I want to recap a few things from 2010 (but mostly just a conversation I had with dear friends on Dec. 31 in Jackson)</div><div><br /></div><div>My New Years Eve was WILLLLLLDDDDD. just kidding.</div><div><br /></div><div>I had the joy of spending it in Jackson with my sister and 2 sweet friends KNF and RSD (soon to be RDH, or RSH, depending on which name she's keeping. I didn't know people kept their middle names until recently)</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, we ordered a stuffed crust pizza for $10 and watched the ball drop at 11 pm CST and then the Moonpie drop at midnight. Who knew they dropped a Moonpie in Mobile? I wish they would have actually thrown them from the rooftops. During all this, I decided I would ask some questions to my sweet friends that I get to see at best 2 times a year. </div><div><br /></div><div>Question 1: In 2010, what were 2 moments that you will never forget? (I made it two because RSD got engaged, so the three of us single gals needed a bit more from her.) To be honest, I don't even know if I answered this question, but I'll answer it now.</div><div>1. Visiting Sharptop Cove this past Novemeber, seeing the beauty there, walking in healing with my family, and being so excited about the face that God does mighty things at that camp.</div><div>2. My cousin calling me to tell me that he and his wife were pregnant. I was in Wal Mart in Halls (the most beautiful Wal Mart in the nation) around 11 pm on a Thursday night. Right there trying on a pair of shoes I cried for absolute joy at the news!</div><div><br /></div><div>Question 2: Who is someone you met in 2010 that you are thankful you know?</div><div>My friend LH. Never have I met someone who so transparently lives to glorify God in her marriage, work, and relationships. </div><div><br /></div><div>Question 3: What is something you learned in 2010?</div><div>I learned that I may not be a fraternal twin, as my sister and I were told for the first 22 years of our life. We were told that we had different blood types which made us fraternal. However, in May 2010, we found out that we actually both have the same blood type. This doesn't make us identical, but it means that we might be.</div><div><br /></div><div>Questions 4: What is something you did for the first time in 2010?</div><div>I sewed a quilt. It is about the size of a double bed. Whew it took forever, and it is by no means perfect. In the end it took me a few days to even like it. I wanted perfection. This quilt is not. Sewing is something I love, but it is something that continues to humble me, which I guess is a good thing. </div><div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><img src="webkit-fake-url://F588D233-00E7-4E2D-9C29-3C5F5D364AE0/167623_527086108591_54001639_31029786_3990907_n.jpg" alt="167623_527086108591_54001639_31029786_3990907_n.jpg" /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I actually don't like this picture, but it will have to do. In person, the yellow is a lot less dominant. </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I wanted to ask 2011 questions after the Moonpie dropped, but I got vetoed and we went to watch some movies. </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">On January 2 I was traveling back east across the state and my sisters and I stopped at Arbys. The staff there was having a little bit of a rough time figuring out the lunch rush. Let's just say it wasn't "fast" food. At all. When we did get our food, though, and turned to leave, an elderly gentlemen looked at my sister and I and said, "Ladies, 2011, the year of patience." Those are good words. </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I'd love to hear some of your answers to these questions. Happy 2011! Be patient. </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Love,</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></span></p></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-21275587270367837322010-12-03T07:12:00.000-08:002010-12-03T07:24:49.594-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">The season will be full of stories, of family and friends, of Christmases long ago, of memories and hopes and half forgotten days gone by. And in the midst of them, we must take care that we do not neglect the telling of the story. We must be present to its telling, if we hope for it to touch our hearts. We are the ones who must ponder in our hearts what all of this has to teach us about the Story of us all. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It will be up to us to leave our flocks unattended for a while. It will fall to us to manage our time and our energy and our calendars and our schedules. We are the ones who must make sure that there is a place and the time to be silent and thoughtful, to rest and contemplate. We are the ones who must seek out the time to prepare our hearts and minds for the coming of the Night of the Child.</div><div style="text-align: center;">-<i>Night of the Child </i>by Robery Benson</div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-7797079716437066592010-11-27T17:42:00.000-08:002010-11-27T17:48:35.534-08:00deux mois plus tard<div style="text-align: center;">"Now if God can take a tiny seed and, in the process of giving it <b>his life</b>, endow it with a knowledge of what it is supposed to be; if he can give it the <i>purpose and strength and fruitfulness</i> to not only accomplish it all, but to perpetuate itself as well; and <i>if he can give it an inner calendar</i> to tell it when all of this is supposed to be done, why is it so hard to believe he has done the same for our <span class="Apple-style-span" >hearts</span>?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Since he has done this for <span class="Apple-style-span" >tomatoes </span>and <span class="Apple-style-span" >thistles </span>and <span class="Apple-style-span" >beans </span>and <span class="Apple-style-span" >dandelions</span>, it shouldn't stretch our credibility to much to believe that his <b>his image in us</b>, the image inherent in the life he gives to each of us, is calling us to be.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The trick is to hear his voice, to believe it, and to trust it."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>See You at the House</i> by Bob Benson</div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-29372640258284853682010-09-27T16:57:00.000-07:002010-09-27T17:08:52.964-07:00j'ai des bottes de pluie jolies.<div style="text-align: center;">When you aren't always the <b><span class="Apple-style-span">fashion </span></b><i><span class="Apple-style-span">forward</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></i>female of the group, it is always surprising and refreshing to be told that what you are wearing is <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>cute<span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today, though, brought the <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i>rain<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">so I brought out my <b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>RAIN BOOTS</i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">!</span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJh7ih4A6XNRpzLxcOPrktbIUBFOvGZGCQ7NrRPb9VmNI_DC4p03YeaUrwiQgLLhgTuMYQNZxI2J4QtOCEA7YPicjbxN3yesWet7PcKMRIoKa2CHcvxxrbW6JSK8P-Kn89pqmzMn25436e/s200/IMG00138-20100927-2000.jpg" /></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Many thanks for the</span> <span class="Apple-style-span">complements. </span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-67275907553693036772010-09-21T20:43:00.000-07:002010-09-21T21:06:17.337-07:00quelque chose à partager<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO30mQqUCbaZiLpsUh5Fn7po0HJ-HJ2pabESQ6I4Cg5JldiMuRLeuS7Cpc_xJ3pIhPsxV8SMtyonuOIVhmKpEP2luWLPj3D7IyvaeA-pm14JAu8usxXMwm3gCTjkBv0mAqioebMTgpU9L8/s1600/images+(3).jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO30mQqUCbaZiLpsUh5Fn7po0HJ-HJ2pabESQ6I4Cg5JldiMuRLeuS7Cpc_xJ3pIhPsxV8SMtyonuOIVhmKpEP2luWLPj3D7IyvaeA-pm14JAu8usxXMwm3gCTjkBv0mAqioebMTgpU9L8/s200/images+(3).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519584229125425202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrnqxdLLk9ZzFd7N8KriXECFh9GmepRbpEp0Yco_3VgkZR-ykCz8Hx2tXIYKlDRYSuxQ3oEb_-h6ZNDSLvrLE6D5FlH0eF_i6cfmrSmoStzDjiwKlaPsY_x9OYRHtMCE2y-SrtNO_KTjSr/s1600/download.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrnqxdLLk9ZzFd7N8KriXECFh9GmepRbpEp0Yco_3VgkZR-ykCz8Hx2tXIYKlDRYSuxQ3oEb_-h6ZNDSLvrLE6D5FlH0eF_i6cfmrSmoStzDjiwKlaPsY_x9OYRHtMCE2y-SrtNO_KTjSr/s200/download.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519584028675118978" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">Just wanted to share this with you. It's an excerpt from C.S. Lewis' "The Silver Chair". As a kid I remember reading "The Magician's Nephew." and "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardobe." A couple years ago "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe" was the first book I bought in France, in French, to read for fun. I never ended up reading "The Silver Chair," though, as a kid because I did see the movie and it scared me. Well, most movies scared me as a kid, but I still have a mental picture of a scene. I have no idea what happens in the movie/book, but I do remember a silver chair. Anyways, I was reading yesterday in the Word along with The Blue Book, a devotional guide compiled by my friend J.L.B. Part of this excerpt was in the 'readings for reflection' section. I had just spent time in John 4. Then I read this...</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">“If you are thirsty, you may drink.”</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">[...] For a second she stared here and there, wondering who had spoken. Then the voice said again, “If you are thirsty, come and drink,” [...] [she] realised that it was the lion speaking. [...] [T]he voice was not like a man’s. It was deeper, wilder, and stronger; a sort of heavy, golden voice. It did not make her any less frightened than she had been before, but it made her frightened in rather a different way.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">“Are you not thirsty?” said the lion.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">“I’m dying of thirst,” said Jill.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">“Then drink,” said the lion.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">“May I – could I – would you mind going away while I do?” said Jill.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realised that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">“Will you promise not to – do anything to me, if I do come?” said Jill.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">“I make no promise,” said the Lion.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">Jill was so thirsty now that, without noticing it, she had come a step nearer.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">“Do you eat girls?” she said.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">“I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms,” said the Lion. It didn’t say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">“I daren’t come and drink,” said Jill.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">“Then you will die of thirst,” said the Lion.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">“Oh dear!” said Jill, coming another step nearer. “I suppose I must go and look for another stream then.”</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">“There is no other stream,” said the Lion.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">It never occurred to Jill to disbelieve the Lion – no one who had seen his stern face could do that – and her mind suddenly made itself up. It was the worst thing she had ever had to do, but she went forward to the stream, knelt down, and began scooping up water in her hand. It was the coldest, most refreshing water she had ever tasted. You didn’t need to drink much of it, for it quenched your thirst at once.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">Unbelievable. What a beautiful imagination Lewis was created with to aid in unveiling so much about John 4. I wrote in my journal that sentences like "There is no other stream." and "You are that girl." (from Gene Edwards' <i>A Divine Romance</i>) and "Then Jesus declared, 'I who speak to you am He.'" (John 4:26) will, I think, forever be with me, and I am eternally grateful.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">Glad I could share. Today I also babysat the triplets and was reminded of how much sharing is crucial to their lives, was to my growing up, and is now as I live in community.</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; ">Love,</p><p style="margin-top: 12px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 16px; "><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></span></p></span>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-32391990631218473422010-09-13T12:01:00.000-07:002010-09-13T12:25:24.217-07:00pourquoi est tout que je veux si cher ?<div>There comes a time in a girl's life when she knows what she wants....and that time usually comes before birthdays and Christmas. Unfortunately for me, my list is short, but the total is, well, <i>très grand.</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div>1. My very own sewing machine. I've recently picked up the skill from my youth. My Nina taught all the grandkids when we were small. I am working on the quilt (some of my quilt squares are pictured below) from <a href="http://togoontheheights.blogspot.com/2010/07/projets-dete.html">this post</a> and also just finished this shirt (pictured below), both from designer Anna Maria Horner. I also splurged and bought <a href="http://annamariahorner.blogspot.com/2010/08/favorite.html">this pattern</a> yesterday. The mother-like-no-other has let me run off with her sewing machine for a while, which is lovely, but having one to my name would be great, yes?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJqnQHQS5IMz7zKxw6tuNctAbcCcTL5t_T8exLv8qq-hULjKSrdEIuFBI4h1Fg6K0NEvsDNLcs_7oakvnYekQOKTcidJ76mMIHwcIU4qj5ZTqQUszBRHRrhzDgxrmu2q16DbnX8XTJi_w/s1600/159053115.jpg"><img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJqnQHQS5IMz7zKxw6tuNctAbcCcTL5t_T8exLv8qq-hULjKSrdEIuFBI4h1Fg6K0NEvsDNLcs_7oakvnYekQOKTcidJ76mMIHwcIU4qj5ZTqQUszBRHRrhzDgxrmu2q16DbnX8XTJi_w/s320/159053115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516478563625800242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwwc8i4UnzzsaGwSvc9FQpOPLx1vvNK73jDPSzJB5AsEGLOxgF7YFYLSmDzmiNceDNVbDsxPgxQQ6z_TnZNaB-mEXy80hcxKEqMrqv6PNJI_JbxanxHtC6nK64zmAxAPToSZMzGgRWcpH/s1600/146482057.jpg"><img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwwc8i4UnzzsaGwSvc9FQpOPLx1vvNK73jDPSzJB5AsEGLOxgF7YFYLSmDzmiNceDNVbDsxPgxQQ6z_TnZNaB-mEXy80hcxKEqMrqv6PNJI_JbxanxHtC6nK64zmAxAPToSZMzGgRWcpH/s320/146482057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516478459469625250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Love,</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-79133611403200120582010-09-11T12:02:00.000-07:002010-09-11T12:07:20.008-07:00c'est le pays orange<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh53oQF7zZxyx4P3If6GXEdG2cnZf1Fs7qwdjTuIUqebNzPdgQijsdD3VisPoVijphYMdvWTSCqaHBLCLJnA6U8mREQPiXrQInppMxqCZUQPAOJJfB-i1zcIVk_4hfAxr6lRqX6v_xa59a9/s1600/imagevols.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh53oQF7zZxyx4P3If6GXEdG2cnZf1Fs7qwdjTuIUqebNzPdgQijsdD3VisPoVijphYMdvWTSCqaHBLCLJnA6U8mREQPiXrQInppMxqCZUQPAOJJfB-i1zcIVk_4hfAxr6lRqX6v_xa59a9/s200/imagevols.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515734297737254914" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); ">Just put on my orange outfit to start tailgating for the <b>Tennessee v. Oregon </b>game! There is absolutely nothing like walking with 100,000 (or more) people to cheer on the Vols. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "><b>LET'S GO BIG ORANGE!</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">love,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-66203664047102887682010-09-08T13:05:00.000-07:002010-09-08T13:15:49.360-07:00des chosesjust a few things to put fingers to keys:<div><br /></div><div>I took my last 'first test' of my last year of college today. Psychology 110. I know, it's a core freshman level class, and I am taking it as a 5th year. It was pouring outside. I had to put the scantron underneath my shirt under my dripping raincoat. Psychology scantrons are special. They are skinny, and the psychology folks make you bubble in rectangles which is much harder than circles.</div><div><br /></div><div>I just ended a major game of phone tag with my friend R.S.D. It was such a wonderful time of sharing where we are. I love how the Lord expresses his love for us through friendship. </div><div><br /></div><div>If you really knew me, you'd know that me and music have never really been that close. But I have realized that when I do need a little tunage in my life, Pandora's Harry Connick, Jr. station does the trick for me---a mix of H.C.Jr. himself, some Ella Fitzgerald, and Nat King Cole, and the list of old greats continues. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now I am off to read my French homework for tomorrow and get a glass of water.</div><div>Love,</div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-11178003390328421342010-08-11T17:32:00.000-07:002010-08-11T18:02:44.406-07:00l'avenir vertI was listening to the radio the other day while traveling back from the beach. It wasn't regular radio, though. It was XM, which we collegeish-age folk don't normally have the moolah to pay for. We were tired of listening to music, so we turned it to one of those stations that just tells you to stories. I am pretty sure we caught some <i>big idea</i> convention somewhere on the West Coast. <div><br /></div><div>Of the many compilation of stories that were told, one caught my imagination and took me back to a dream I had for a while back when I was younger.</div><div><br /></div><div>A man with a very energetic and adventurous voice began his speech on how to get kids excited about a Green Future. Seeing as that is the most obvious marketing trend, this man talked about how to continue to further the green initiative, we have to get kids excited. </div><div><br /></div><div>This was his idea. He said, the most energy efficient modes of transportation (to move people) are....roller coasters and zip lines. (Yes, you can now get really excited along with me). Then he said, just tell kids that in the green future you can go to school on a roller coaster or a zip line.</div><div><br /></div><div>That was pretty much his speech, but it took me back to when I was little and dreamed of hooking my backpack on the power lines and riding it to school. I realize that power lines aren't really that safe, but I didn't realize that then. I was just envisioning the future. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here's to the future He has planned!</div><div>Love,</div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-90832228307326441362010-07-28T12:30:00.000-07:002010-07-28T12:54:34.094-07:00Le mariage: une coversation avec mes triplésI babysit triplets, 4.5 years old, two girls (K & R), one boy (J). Two weekends ago they were in a wedding. Ever since it is all we've talked about. I'd like to share their interpretation of the ceremony. <div><br /></div><div>K came to me this morning to tell me that Muno & Toodee and Plex & Foofa were going to be married. Brobee, however could not get married because there was not another girl member of the Gabba Gang. I suggested that Brobee should be the pastor. She asked what a pastor was. I told her that the pastor was the person who stood with the bride and groom and got to say, "You may now kiss the bride." She clearly remembered that part because she then divulged that at the wedding she was in, the bride and groom 'fancy kissed'. I found out later that if you are ever dipped while being kissed, you are being 'fancy kissed'. Brobee became the pastor.</div><div><br /></div><div>We gathered up several Disney princesses, Jesse from Toy Story, and a Playmobile Sheriff to be in the audience. J, the boy, was the announcer and K and R commented on what was going on.</div><div><br /></div><div>First, the Ring Barrel goes down with the pillow with the flower girls. </div><div>Next they drink the blood of Jesus when he died.</div><div>Then they eat the bread.</div><div>Then the Pastor (Brobee) says, "You may now kiss the bride."</div><div>Then they 'fancy kiss'.</div><div><br /></div><div>We had several ceremonies this morning. Each couple that got married were extremely patient and attended the others' ceremonies. Well, all except Polly Pocket Ariel, who simply would not wear the same dress to two weddings in a row.</div><div><br /></div><div>As cute as this was, I think it was amazing what elements of the wedding they remembered. The Rings, signs of commitment; Communion, the first act as a married couple together remembering the sacrifice, work and great love of Jesus Christ; and The Kiss, an outward expression of love. </div><div><br /></div><div>On a side note, but still to do with weddings, yesterday I met a sweet 7-year-old. </div><div>She asked how old I was. I told her 22. </div><div>She said, "And you're not married yet????" </div><div>Then she told me I was beautiful.</div><div> "Thank you," I replied. </div><div>"You have big ears," she said next. </div><div>"Maybe that's why I'm not married," I thought.</div><div><br /></div><div>What an eventful, humbling, and sweet past two days.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love,</div><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-6187279751032486632010-07-26T15:15:00.000-07:002010-07-26T16:43:44.397-07:00projets d'été.<div style="text-align: left;">I wouldn't normally say that I'm a huge goal setter or dreamer, but mid-summer I had two ideas that I really wanted to see through: I wanted to cut the legs off the bed in my room that stood at about 4 feet and I wanted to sew my own quilt.</div><div><br /></div><div>Project 1: Baissez le lit. (Lower the bed.)</div><div>I live in a small room. (8'x10'') My granddad made a bed for my little sister when we moved to West Tennessee. It is an oversized twin frame that is solid wood. My mattress just sits on it and there is about a foot of space that is a built in shelf for a lamp, books, phone, etc. </div><div><br /></div><div>First, I slept where you would sleep, on top of the bed. However, it was a hassle to climb up and study. Especially since I study late, with coffee, and coffee makes me pee. Climbing up and down late just didn't work. Also, I tended to fall asleep whenever I would try and study in bed. So then I just opted to work 100% of the time in the living room. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then, this past Spring, I had a revelation: I'd just sleep underneath my bed and use the top to study. Well I slept well because it was darker under there, but the whole studying thing on top of the happened exactly once because it was still just a hassle to get on and off. (either that or I just didn't study much this past Spring). </div><div><br /></div><div>So heading into next semester, I wanted to be able to get in an out of bed like a normal person. I wanted to be able to sit on my bed and hang out. I had really only been using my room to sleep and change clothes...</div><div><br /></div><div>...But now...I feel like I have a whole new room! My sweet friend A.D.R.'s stepdad came over after I moved everything, which wasn't much, out of my room. He had all the tools and it took like 45 minutes start to finish to get the job done. I wish I had a camera, because I'd show you how fun it is to have a normal bed! I also have this awesome poster that I surrounded with scenery pictures from when I was abroad. I love it!</div><div><br /></div><div>Project 2: Le couvre-lit (The Quilt)</div><div><br /></div><div>I went home a few weeks ago and found this book at my little sister's sewing desk.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtal-fRehaZwGQEYqR4zWvjtRL_9n7O6DvM7adKMJI-3QEXgmUlhQ3nCHc2qiQIHFzAiNBO0RmoAkn8OSArVOX4rOllCkDDqUwudOVPlaxlyaEDt_GXd7DnX6RCEqhhYQM4K8T1R1W_UIy/s200/3078929416_d2c82e001c_o.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I loved everything in this book, but the Playing Along Quilt caught my eye the most! It looks like this: </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsuKH8o5QStDSLdoNznTl99WFIS6r99rB0RtYzQuh9TGNVdbmo9JxYk3aMEFGt0w_21U9u0Xbg1DGMGWMb1hXZtX2-JeAT0Y0w6sk5RNS_PMPDMGRT8VvJvlhuWN_979uZ9MgVVV947FAl/s200/3078832330_8dbe499bde.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Anna Maria Horner has a blog, too: <a href="http://annamariahorner.blogspot.com/">http://annamariahorner.blogspot.com/</a>)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I took a trip out west to Gina's Bernina and spent some moola on 6 fabrics. I started with a gray fabric with lots of colorful flowers, added a blue with white polka dots, yellow with white diamonds, green flowers, one with red couches and and white with swirly gray bicycles on it. I thought it would take a long time, but two days later I have finished cutting the pieces for the front! Now I just have to go home for a sewing machine and get to stitching! I realized that this quilt will be HUGE and not so cheap, but a good skill to learn, and something, if I do it well, that I will use for the rest of my life. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">All this to say, I've realized that I have an old soul, but I'm okay with that!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Love,</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-32882576135809718132010-06-21T18:48:00.000-07:002010-07-26T16:42:51.056-07:00ma ville<div style="text-align: center;">this past weekend my whole family spent the weekend in the mini van/minivan (two words/one word?) on a trip down to attend the wedding of my cousin, N.M.S., in Mobile, Alabama.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We headed south on 75, continued on 85 down through where my cousin had grown up in Hogansville in order to visit the tiny, lovable main street (home of one of the best antique stores around) and the graveside of my uncle. It was great to simply make a memory as we headed to celebrate at the wedding of my uncle's only son. So we headed down through AL on 65 and had a great time meeting is then fiance, now wife, E.S., at their God-centered wedding ceremony. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then we turned right back around and headed north on 65, 85, 75 back home. Father's day at church was great. We got my dad a real soft Eddie Bauer loose fitting, especially around the bottom slate gray henley style shirt. He also received an honorary membership to a golf club in town. I am pretty sure the membership beat the shirt on the excite-o-meter. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Later on I drove into Chattanooga. If you have never been to Chattanooga, please visit. I love this city. It is weird though, because when I am not there I don't think about it much. I am where I am. However, when I drive away from it, I always always have an overwhelming feeling of love, good memories of THE BEST childhood, and thankfulness to my great God for the life that He's given me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My Sunday in Chattanooga started at my second home on Missionary Ridge. I took my friend S.S. up to relax and destress. as we sat on the sun porch drinking diet cokes and looking over the Chattanooga Valley. Then I drove up the mountain where I lived for the first 14 years of my life to visit with another sweet friend. We just chatted, laughed, tried to figure a thing or two out about life, contemplated me just spending the night, decided to not, and drove on back up to Knoxvegas. It was just sweet time in my city with my sweet friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Off to work, discover new places in town, surprise friends at their houses, and simply move because I am able to.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Love, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></span></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-49754820642321210002010-05-18T18:44:00.000-07:002010-05-18T19:16:27.304-07:00un aperçu de la vie nous étions destinés à vivre<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">a couple weeks ago I got to get really really messy having good, clean fun. GHS, where I am a Young Life leader, joined up with CHS for the end-of-the-year Ice Cream Olympics. It is literally one of my favorite nights of the entire year. I laid a blanket in the back seat of my car and put bottom-sheets on the two front seats in preparation for the night ahead. 7:30 p.m. we started with wheel-barrow races to fish swedish fish out of whipped cream ( I haaate whipped cream, but it was worth it), then an over/under block of ice cream race, then a 'make it dissappear' race, </div><div style="text-align: center;">then it was CHAOS. </div><div style="text-align: center;">but it was <i>pure </i>chaos. </div><div style="text-align: center;">not simply chaos. I mean pure in that there was no defilement. </div><div style="text-align: center;">this was a night of adventure. <i>pure </i>adventure.</div><div style="text-align: center;">we laughed because it was <i>pure</i> fun. </div><div style="text-align: center;">my friends experienced a glimpse of the life we were meant to live.</div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggwBM8uY-VRXcuiLqDPWNtEWRfaFo9p0kQ6mPeDBLe16A7jLz_uI7mAn5AD5r6qMWs92-Kyqwenp_JAX66uOjqY-LNT_uPFFENuRsUJPue3YuvJQL2JmKPH46_Twm-GKLO8gPkKYnhy2e4/s400/14998_388054184957_578954957_3973398_4651377_n.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">my sweet girls</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRhNu7EQ9dCTfs3JLHvbg7GwWtUaj0r_3zCdJb63xZkb02NaKrIA156Tbpf3GijfvE_EnV8Mw20LqHoHAB3dGeVX1W1fjhh1zNxYv1jo2-qgtk2j6czkrCtoogQfC8284bS8TrpdBHgnJ/s400/14998_388055664957_578954957_3973440_6141919_n.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">GHS YL!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhONu6Q2tJsInWt4jsq8qmS45QdfpeWgcEql5Oi0nz-cIX5-32hHkSKzr-IqG-kSJiCeQ3YBL8d5bBpLVTLuqnH8uQCbRf9FpJ1ggJwim_IbaSrn_iOt8nVzOCe9Uymw5jb_fV2-mP1P89s/s1600/30075_1275525137273_1504290038_30647908_8225624_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhONu6Q2tJsInWt4jsq8qmS45QdfpeWgcEql5Oi0nz-cIX5-32hHkSKzr-IqG-kSJiCeQ3YBL8d5bBpLVTLuqnH8uQCbRf9FpJ1ggJwim_IbaSrn_iOt8nVzOCe9Uymw5jb_fV2-mP1P89s/s400/30075_1275525137273_1504290038_30647908_8225624_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472791587134084802" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">love these two!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhONu6Q2tJsInWt4jsq8qmS45QdfpeWgcEql5Oi0nz-cIX5-32hHkSKzr-IqG-kSJiCeQ3YBL8d5bBpLVTLuqnH8uQCbRf9FpJ1ggJwim_IbaSrn_iOt8nVzOCe9Uymw5jb_fV2-mP1P89s/s1600/30075_1275525137273_1504290038_30647908_8225624_n.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJuZeVQLzx6qgLPmmz-3fbQ9lRPxWcJBV0SKKjs16HMpfvBAg1WJuKPWAMUxQKIwXylPpwXztcm5Rya5t9J2gkop-HytNUikte6AVcX-SLRSnoilTFVAcuSMfqdyWTMhMX7pDTpTT7HejB/s400/14998_388055644957_578954957_3973437_1290435_n.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and these three</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEF4S7hH9W_EkQv6DhDaL7dNBK606IKjlYLzTZJ13i-9S5Fg1jJmFcHddHrPQE17_-jog2zpsFealy8y74K7v6CueegP0GMq-VLy9kNolcIlqhw1U1OQ6G8-_BXUwbmWa1MsezhBo4_I8W/s400/29325_1461283656592_1368467101_31235091_2939954_n.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">afterwards at McDonalds</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipivBDSXUBQN90iEtcj7fTcA5bO0U4_u4nsa1msj7-euBRnnhR-XhuymE9u6nhyePtXMyqqX4RTAjQPVkOUfstAg8EpDIF2lghAff2htXbXNIsFLSybhtWSF1UCwR7fhDec01rhUDCbixb/s400/30075_1275525057271_1504290038_30647906_6370962_n.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">my wonderful team</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">so we started at 7:30 and I got back to my apt around 10:30, still covered in dried ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate syrup and strawberry syrup to take a looong shower. I smelled interesting for days to say the least. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">hope you can have a adventure soon!</div><div style="text-align: center;">love, </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></span></div></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-79481203986105170152010-05-04T20:59:00.000-07:002010-05-04T21:45:43.111-07:00je prends une pause.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>okaaaay. so it is finals week. everyone should clasp their hands together and shake them gallantly on either side of their head. its here...the week where all they ask of us is to study and come in and take a test for a maximum of two hours...oh wait except for Capstone French 44o, where today I frantically ravaged my brain for ideas to make 10 pages of material come from this topic:<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="FR" style="font-size:13.0pt;">La conversation, des éléments du discours et le discernement: <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span lang="FR" style="font-size:13.0pt;">Les outils du langage pour montrer le bon goût<o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;">translations: conversations, elements of discourse and discernment: tools of language to show good taste. </p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;">well, at least I hope. please don't correct me if that is wrong. I slapped that title on as I printed in out in a far too crowded major state university library. </p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;">so basically, I used two 17th century works to prove all that, and I now want to forget it all. The beauty of how ridiculously arbitrary it was is that I can. So I am taking a break from sitting with the computer on my lap--i seriously think i the imprint stayed on my leg all day. </p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;">I still have 3 exams to go, including one tomorrow in the a.m. so i'm off to study! well maybe i'll watch the Castle episode that I missed. Please tell me you love the show Castle. If you haven't watched, its not too late, and it is wonderful!</p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrYACAniRI58cI-5hrdNRy_ExGVT4QugscyxcjUVDXEzbP5RZEKNJh6dlSuxYWqmcEvQUWTsrawU54yR5Q9BxzAoNLH70n9ejSe_OtS7QrthBMLMAi7H8RUif-tpwtCnlRcWyN7Qicxg_/s400/castle.jpg" /></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;">peace,</p></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-7794919491979776492010-05-02T11:53:00.000-07:002010-05-02T12:37:22.219-07:00pour dimanche<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.sarahannrogers.com/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.sarahannrogers.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" alt="sarah ann's bon mot" src="http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a51/BiggestDreamer54/ssssarahannrogerscomm.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.sarahannrogers.com/" target="_blank"><br /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">"always do the next right thing."</div><div style="text-align: center;">-my dad</div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-14372868901294921932010-04-27T20:39:00.000-07:002010-04-27T20:51:30.971-07:00à ma chérie, la seule et unique Jornado<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">This post is dedicated to my dear, the one and only: Jornado.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1bkRrrLz6HoAuQoJuQe_y1NHnJ_gbCEaSjxY-LX5khVhdI8UI8UZy2a7nWL5V7zuzfWEc1gN2vwAvOKIxRCX64vFFYnlwrJWv69xDz6dJ6-Uv96RIRZrVguovR_uX2hzTayIto0fliEyW/s400/maine+2008+015.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">sis, I happen to love this photo. I know your hair is short and it is pre-braces, but it is soooooo you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Let's play one of my favorite games.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If you really knew the Jornado, you would know....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">...the poor girl is left all alone at home with her sisters and brother away grown up or at college, but she's handling it like a champ.</div><div style="text-align: center;">...she is mastering the piano--an actual musical instrument, ha!</div><div style="text-align: center;">...she just returned from Israel & dominated the falafel, I'm sure. </div><div style="text-align: center;">...she'll do just about anything because she is crazy fun.</div><div style="text-align: center;">...she loves to laugh and tell funny stories.</div><div style="text-align: center;">...she is real good at sewing; see folks we suddath girls all know our way around a Singer.</div><div style="text-align: center;">...she loves Jesus, and teaches me all the time things about the Heavenly Father we share.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">well, folks, I could go on all day, but I am supposed to be working on a 15 page paper due thursday. oh great!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">love,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></span></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-62675707752305557022010-04-25T22:29:00.000-07:002010-04-25T23:04:12.865-07:00un jour sans ma montre.real quick before I head to bed, I wanted a piece of my day today. <div><br /></div><div>But first of all you need to know a few things</div><div><br /></div><div>1. I love wearing a watch. I love wearing a watch for two reasons:</div><div><br /></div><div>a of all: I love knowing/answering if some asks the time without looking at my cell phone</div><div>b of all: the watch tan line proves I have a tan. no matter how awful it looks, it is evidence that even though my tan is your pale, I'm still tan. </div><div><br /></div><div>2. I love analog watches. I love analog watches for two reasons:</div><div><br /></div><div>a of all: they don't beep.</div><div>b of all: I think they are more refined. In fact, I can remember being a little girl and putting my dad's NCAA watch on--like this one :<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1S3Rlb7KfnIPIOvErKquL9y1iKvIi1I-iYIvhPCJJVOTmFRMcuCb6e54shfMy7EXaiPomZza2_mIHn6F-YxrvHgp20-U8b8hZJ_vXgJvSqRu6VOWq3PpqFjGPFuKzNLa8laP468gOQ1sJ/s1600/gamet268918_147919_lg.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1S3Rlb7KfnIPIOvErKquL9y1iKvIi1I-iYIvhPCJJVOTmFRMcuCb6e54shfMy7EXaiPomZza2_mIHn6F-YxrvHgp20-U8b8hZJ_vXgJvSqRu6VOWq3PpqFjGPFuKzNLa8laP468gOQ1sJ/s400/gamet268918_147919_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464316885507714514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 235px; " /></a> but it is all gold and it stretchs. but even with it all closed up, it was always HUGE on my arm. My mom is a fan of the gold and silver loose chain watches. I think these are rather annoying because it is always a hassle to see the time. Clearly the head of the watch falls to the low side of you arm and it jingle-jangles all day long. Still, I'd put hers on too just for kicks and pretend to be grown up.</div><div><br /></div><div>My watch is plain, go figure. It has a dark brown leather band. It was 12 dollars at Target. The face is silver and it is small. (gotta keep the tan line visible but not dominating, you know). </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, the point of this is that today I went without my watch. I spent the day not scheduled. This doesn't mean I never knew what time it was. No, I have a clock by my bed, on the oven, on the cell phone that I unintentionally, but gratefully left at the apartment both times I left today and on my computer screen which has and will be keeping me company as I drudge through multiple 10+ papers that I have to get done soon. very soon. </div><div><br /></div><div>But, when I went for a run and when I went for ice cream, ahem Menchies, with sweet friends, I didn't worry about the time. I was just there. It was wonderful. </div><div><br /></div><div>Now it time for bed, lots of writing to finish and start tomorrow. love, </div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-39562343521581803562010-04-21T19:13:00.000-07:002010-04-21T19:23:18.194-07:00mon cafe du jour (et parfois deux fois par jour)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL_RH5N4IQoyQPed9Sn1nRI3eGrmZqMhWKmSmjCia4V4M-ELPI2VmhdTibIvkHJuYPIfF1JA5T2o_leSvjIfftWPLFX8cx_bXLQzd50oyiZ1g0BMPyrjrfnsR8p_CDTd6CVykCyNrSLaRl/s1600/alg_eight_oclock_coffee.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL_RH5N4IQoyQPed9Sn1nRI3eGrmZqMhWKmSmjCia4V4M-ELPI2VmhdTibIvkHJuYPIfF1JA5T2o_leSvjIfftWPLFX8cx_bXLQzd50oyiZ1g0BMPyrjrfnsR8p_CDTd6CVykCyNrSLaRl/s400/alg_eight_oclock_coffee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462779811935842658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL_RH5N4IQoyQPed9Sn1nRI3eGrmZqMhWKmSmjCia4V4M-ELPI2VmhdTibIvkHJuYPIfF1JA5T2o_leSvjIfftWPLFX8cx_bXLQzd50oyiZ1g0BMPyrjrfnsR8p_CDTd6CVykCyNrSLaRl/s1600/alg_eight_oclock_coffee.jpg"></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">ante meridiem or post meridiem (tonight for sure, thank you 10 page French paper), this stuff is my love. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I just went to their Web site to pull the photo and found there is a "Mocha" grind. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">mmm! However, I do sometimes feel like I am cheating on my city, the home of JFG coffee. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">here's to my fellow addicts!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">love,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-50526580437760511482010-04-18T20:57:00.000-07:002010-04-18T22:04:48.411-07:00la vie d'une jumelle.Well, just one bit of interesting news. But, if you really new me you'd know that the phrase, "long story short" doesn't amount to a hill of beans, so here goes. <div><br /></div><div>When I was born...not kidding, we're starting here...my mom had to get a shot b/c she's Rh negative. I don't know all the science behind it, but as a result, my twin sister and I also had some blood tests done. This resulted in us knowing our blood types--hers O+ and mine A-, so my parents knew we were fraternal.</div><div><br /></div><div>This proved to be hard to believe for most people who for the past 22 years have pretty much assumed we're identical, and we had to repeat over and over that we had different blood types. </div><div><br /></div><div>This all changed on thursday. She had was giving blood at her college for the first time in her life. I am not sure why she'd never given before. Seems like I've given a ton of times. Anyways, they pricked her finger and squeezed it into the tubey thingy and then dropped in on a slide (ps she took the MCAT saturday; she's going to die laughing if she reads 'tuby thingy' ha!) They nurse lady dropped some other liquid, dropped it onto the slide, swirled the two together, looked under a light, and noted her findings. </div><div><br /></div><div>My sis, being the gal who was about to take the MCAT decided to find out what the nurse lady was doing. The nurse lady said she was just determining what blood type my sis was and found that she was A-. (now quick, look back up and note that this is not the original findings from birth day.) Sis was dumbfounded, explained the situation, and asked some questions. The nurse lady proved to be not much help, and I've decided probably not the brightest of nurse ladies in the world, but we'll let it go.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, sis calls me with the news. This means that at the age of 22 we found out we might have an identical twin. So cool, so different. I call my roommate, text some others, and we conference call our brother. The parentals were out of the country. We were only supposed to call them if "there was blood involved, a lot of blood," (said the mother-like-no-other). I justified there being a lot of blood involved and we tried to conference them in. They didn't answer. Lame. </div><div><br /></div><div>Skip to today: The parentals arrived home around 6 a.m. and I called around 12:30 post church. The mother-like-no-other answered and promptly called me by my sister's name. I corrected her. She apologized, then said, "Well y'all might be identical, so I guess I have more of an excuse."</div><div><br /></div><div>The end, I'll let you know if we find out for sure. Anyone know how much DNA testing is these days?</div><div><br /></div><div>oh and, did this today because I love not writing papers: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hz0Mjw3SBRM">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hz0Mjw3SBRM</a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm a dork, enjoy!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/142/16EAD84D2C52C5D7A42990B732B2A7A2.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" /></a></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-92140479208991680152010-04-11T10:59:00.000-07:002010-04-11T11:17:19.520-07:00deux petits désirs<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></u></span></div>Real quick, thought I'd share two quick wishes that I have. They are unrelated as of now. Most things in my life, however, end up being related. Perhaps by the end of this post, I'll have connected them.<div><br /></div><div>The first came to me this morning in church as a result of what we've recently learned in bible study--woman's role as helper/completers. So I guess I've just been more apt to observe older female folk. I want to be like this woman someday:</div><div><br /></div><div>We were signing a song in church, one that you would probably link to a younger generation type song, but I noticed about six rows up and to the right an older couple. The woman sat on the end of the row, in the last chair. Her husband sat next to her in his wheelchair. As I watched the two of them, I saw the man raise his hands in worship. They were not outstreched farther than just above his head. The next thing that happened almost made me cry. The lady, without looking at her husband, reached up and supported his left arm. Knowing that he lacked the strength to raise both arms till the end of the song, she held his arm in the most tender, life-giving way. </div><div><br /></div><div>The next wish I have has been with me for a while now, just don't know when I'll get around to making it happen in my life. I really want to learn how to quilt. My favorite fabric and pattern designer, Amy Butler at www.amybutlerdesigns.com, has several free patterns to download. I know this isn't the cheapest of hobbies to get into, but I just can't shake it. I currently have 5 patterns saved to my desktop. Here's two of them: </div><div>The Sexy Hexy Quilt: <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipPKegKuyFgYiBN-k53BuWd3VQ01rHf8IbJQCtoZJKwd-gSqRyD5qljvB6kXoRKBm4hluaao8resuDHbpV7BTwEdOSxC-g7TgLgTYI_weo9y170BBvfmE4b_J2t-r3Wgq865uggeGzQNZT/s320/images.jpg" /> & The Belle Quilt:<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZdR8xTtfsPHKpTys3v5tFwkofBXteXyFdRO9ZXNrziAGbHY4H4phX2DCC786E2dWqCo-S6bneP-uevI7b2Z_oaLgtZKu9MaO3gC_m4fJNB7BQo7q2t5g4SNJW4HIW0vyiSBgbWDLudSP3/s320/images+(2).jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>So maybe, to tie the two together, I just want to be an old woman who desires to help her husband and be in a quilting club. How does that work?</div><div><br /></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-6906075734258091632010-02-15T18:28:00.000-08:002010-02-15T18:57:15.762-08:00Je deviens ma mère.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzjSSPofmEbusEeM7MF5ndIkRGFJvEFwB1GDFZwhrurPZG1rXUzNsMhaqg89CsB_4jDbBmG62A0Z2sVbHZb7jMjOXqA9dhMtb_hoGwoSvm1OAh7Uk73_ibZ2aOyvMDtBip4sO9u7RKrw-t/s1600-h/womensimg.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzjSSPofmEbusEeM7MF5ndIkRGFJvEFwB1GDFZwhrurPZG1rXUzNsMhaqg89CsB_4jDbBmG62A0Z2sVbHZb7jMjOXqA9dhMtb_hoGwoSvm1OAh7Uk73_ibZ2aOyvMDtBip4sO9u7RKrw-t/s320/womensimg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438669799895156066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVP87wlwozOS2oNu7mpAQW57CxFxzN6LLBnarg6pJP2SqmyfDclJiitOjLNivTFGj2GayScQeK1wTgjuLnGvwC1HxJiyl3b6UVyf9Mg8dP0h-8itEzVfVvgUCh0SVDlms8lXMJAhEsCUj/s1600-h/secondary.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVP87wlwozOS2oNu7mpAQW57CxFxzN6LLBnarg6pJP2SqmyfDclJiitOjLNivTFGj2GayScQeK1wTgjuLnGvwC1HxJiyl3b6UVyf9Mg8dP0h-8itEzVfVvgUCh0SVDlms8lXMJAhEsCUj/s320/secondary.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438669723899117986" /></a><br />After today, I should probably just face it. I am turning into...my mother. Not complaining, love her dearly, just never thought the wardrobe would be the tell. But here's what happened today:<div><br /></div><div>I got up at 7:00 to snowflakes falling. I checked the weather and it said the snow was to stop around 8 am, so i washed my hair in the sink. (yes, the kitchen sink, because I already knew the day added up to being cold for the majority of it, so I wasn't about to add to that by undressing. you know you've done it.) So I headed to work with clean hair, and relative to the world, a clean body dressed in what i like to call...one of my outfits of diversion. </div><div><br /></div><div>*background info: when went to interview for my sweet internship, L.D. said that I could just come in what I wore to classes, something like what she had on--oh wait--she had on black, all be it, somewhat casual pants, with a nice black and white sweater. Hahahahaha. If she only knew what I wore to class. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thus began the expansion of my wardrobe many thanks to A.K.C and M.E.A. However with all this cold weather and my recent annoyance with dress pants, mostly because of a lack of shirts to go with them without feeling like a complete goth in the wintertime (thank you fair skin), I have been at a loss for creative work attire. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then I realized that I could get away with wearing jeans. Well, skinny jeans with boots and a unique, catch-you-off-guard kind of shirt that stylish older women love to ask about to younger girls. The jeans are never noticed and they keep me warm and comfy. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, back to today. I put on my skinny jeans and boots and rummaged to find this white long sleeved button down shirt that I have worn exactly once. This is not your typical polo button down. No, this one falls approximately at the half way point on the back pockets of my jeans. there is no tapering of the hemline. Meaning, the shirt by itself looks a lot like a short version of an old nurse's uniform. I added a warm dark brown wool sweater. Then my peacoat, which is a life saver.</div><div><br /></div><div>Work went well, then I went to RUF Monday afternoon bible study. This is where it hit me. This sweet girl, L., said Julia, you look straight off the pages of the L.L. Bean catalog. Haha. I am not sure if she meant it as a compliment. But the truth of the matter is--the awkward white button down--Talbots, compliments of mama, the brown sweater, Eddie Bauer, compliments of mama's ll bean credit card, and the canvas tote--ll bean, compliments of the Ellsworth LL bean factory outlet store. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, thank you mom. Thank you for influencing me in so many ways that are way more important than my wardrobe. </div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8907019072578687968.post-50901236762674684182010-02-09T18:57:00.000-08:002010-02-09T19:30:26.853-08:00les lois de la récolte...Laws of the Harvest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2w7DvmcnUWv7MP8D5qWM1eURLG7GXcBAZ2RTyiFEYJ5RQV_QMtXRNijYO22hoPdRYPz6lyHkrAZo3GOeJ_NxQxDQLDy89-y2xux16YpI0KMWNjDBpz4hXx9gf7Q9175JL6uBd3VEibkAu/s1600-h/48448de74e839&filename=gregory_frank_harris_gh1000_a_bountiful_harvest.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2w7DvmcnUWv7MP8D5qWM1eURLG7GXcBAZ2RTyiFEYJ5RQV_QMtXRNijYO22hoPdRYPz6lyHkrAZo3GOeJ_NxQxDQLDy89-y2xux16YpI0KMWNjDBpz4hXx9gf7Q9175JL6uBd3VEibkAu/s320/48448de74e839&filename=gregory_frank_harris_gh1000_a_bountiful_harvest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436444149431989618" /></a><div> Just got back from my Bible study with C.J., A.A., K.H., and led by L.M. We've just finished the second lesson--mistress of the domain: fallen (the terminology is crazy, but you fall in love with in after the first lesson). It doesn't teach how to be a godly woman, wife, friend, but it looks at what the Bible says about woman's purpose and it affects how you are a woman, wife, and friend. Thought I'd share a little.</div><div><br /></div><div> L.M. started off by adding some additional material and learn and memorize. They are the Laws of the Harvest from Galatians 6:7-8 "Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows.. The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction; the one who sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life."</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">1. You cannot reap unless you sow.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">2. You always reap more than you sow.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">3. You always reap the same in kind as you sow.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">4. You always reap in a different season.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Can I just take the time also to say how thankful I am for this Bible study and the leadership of L.M.? She loves her husband well (and he loves her so beautifully too) and her mother-in law and us 4 college-aged girls and literally everyone she comes in contact with. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Juliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07712152568198479762noreply@blogger.com0