We went in that day and had Sasha's shots done early, they gave her a thorough once over and said she appeared fine but to just keep an eye on her and if she acted sick in the next 10 days to bring her back in. But it has now been 10 days and she is still fine as frog hair.
Have had a lot going on around here but no time to post to the blog. My sister and BIL and their two little girls came to visit and we had a great time with them. Then this weekend I'm attending a another women's conference this time at my MIL's church with her. And tomorrow (Sunday) is DH's 31st birthday, so we will be celebrating that tonight with friends, tomorrow just the two of us and Tuesday with his folks. And it just continues to stay busy from there....
But if you want to hear something truly scary this Halloween, we are already doing Christmas ads at work, and have been for two weeks. And the other day, I actually saw a Kroger in Abingdon, VA that already had wreaths on its exterior! To me... this is truly scary. I love Christmas, but not before Thanksgiving.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
It has just occurred to me that I never did really post about story telling - here so I will share with you what was written in my journal about it.
Oct 10th This weekend was one of my most favorite festivals of the year. The International Storytelling Festival in Jonesborough. Jonesborough is just a magical place to DH and I anyway. It's where we first noticed each other as more than just a fellow student. We went to Ghost Stories in Jonesborough on one of our first dates. DH proposed there, we got married there. And we've been going there periodically ever since. There is just something beautiful about that old town - especially in the fall.
I've been lucky. I was raised with a family that told stories and still tells stories and even writes stories down. I can tell you things my great great grandfather did. It's a very strong oral history. DH does not remember stories passed down in his family. We've been working on it though and I've been able to glean a few here and there from him and his family but that's pretty much it.
I realized the beauty of having that strong oral history when one of the tellers got up to tell a story and I automatically recognized it. He was telling it with different ethnicity of characters and a different setting but it was the exact same story. And it was then that it hit me... even though I think I've known it all along... but it really hit me. I love stories because they connect people. No matter ethnicity, no matter religion, we all can relate to stories. Every people has a story of a great flood. Every people has some form of a monster, and apparently a lot of people have the story of God and the devil dividing souls.
All my life I had heard the story of my "Grandpa Henry" (who is really my great great grandfather) walking past a cemetery one night with a friend and hearing what they thought was the Lord and the devil dividing up souls. "you take this one and I'll take that one" they heard them say. Only they found out later that it was two hobos in the cemetery picking up the walnuts that had fallen on the ground and dividing them between them. Of course, they didn't find this out until they had already been scared off by hearing one of the voices say "and I'll take the two over by the fence".
Angel Vigil told the story only with two hispanic farmers walking past a cemetery where two robbers were dividing their loot. It was really cool.
I have a few new favorite tellers this year, and really if you find that they are ever coming near your area - go see them, I've tried to give links that at least give little snipets of their storytelling so you can experience it too - New favorites Carmen Deedy, Kevin Kling, and Ed Stivender, And a couple of old favorites: Kathryn Windham, Donald Davis, Bil Lepp, Antonio Rocha, Sheila Kay Adams and Dovie Thomason
really it was just a very fun weekend and one cannot have a fun weekend without recording it in some way with pictures.
The magical town of Jonesborough
Me talking to Nick the horse. He's the horse that drove the carriage on our wedding. I try to find him every time we go down there. He's the horse who cured me of my small fear of horses.
That brings us to today October 17 and another post I wrote last night to my online journal which I think I've explained before is where I post more frequently because I can choose who can and cannot read the posts and feel more freedom to use real names and talk about more intimate details of my life, as opposed to a blog where everyone and their uncle Fred can read. However, these are the things going on here and rather than re-type everything, I'll just copy and paste from there.
Nighttime, Oct. 16, 2006 DH teased me about posting about this, but I am anyway because the addrenaline is still coursing through my body. Sasha has been pestering me for the last little while wanting to play. So took her outside to run her around - this is a normal occurance even in the evening. We started to play and she did start running... but then she jumped and grabbed something off the honeysuckle covered fence. I knew it was some kind of animal because she "death-shook" it. You know how wolves do to kill prey by breaking their neck. Freaked. me. out. I was sure it was a cat. I was frantically yelling for her to "drop it" and for her to "come" in my meanest, baddest, dominant voice.. but she was very intent on what she was doing and ignored me completely. Her "prey" fought back a bit or at least I thought it did. I could see her jump back and then charge in teeth bared again... so I did the only other thing I could think of. I hollered for the Big Dog (aka DH) he came out and she came right to him. I told him what was going on and brought him the flash light and he went to see what it was she had gone primal on. It was a possum. I'm glad he went to see. I'm scared of possums anyway. And who knows if it is dead... it's hard to tell with possum but I'm pretty sure it is, since she just threw up a big wad of ick...I'm guessing part possum. Ewwwww... Why do dogs have to be so....so... carnal sometimes. Ewwwww.
later that night Apparently the possum wasn't dead. DH went back out with the shovel to scoop it up and it was gone - just a few tufts of hair where it had been. Guess it was just playing possum. I'm still calling the vet in the morning to see if we need to move up our vaccinations (we're scheduled to go in the 28th for her Rabies booster) or have her checked out or anything. I don't think she got bit or scratched - she didn't show any signs of it least ways. But a phone call doesn't cost anything and it's always better safe than sorry. I wouldn't be worried if Jay didn't seem mildly worried. I talked myself out of worrying for the most part telling myself that lots of dogs kill things, it is just instinct. I've known them to take out ducks, geese, rabbits, even goats and I said this out loud and DH answers "those aren't known to carry rabies... possum are." He's as comforting as a scream in the night sometimes.
Today Called the vet and talked to two different vet techs and both don't seem to think that we have anything to worry about, but they want me to talk to the vet anyway just to make sure. They put me in his voicemail, I'm awaiting his call back. From now on we are going out to play only during daylight hours and out to potty on a leash. Which will stink when it gets really cold
Oct 10th This weekend was one of my most favorite festivals of the year. The International Storytelling Festival in Jonesborough. Jonesborough is just a magical place to DH and I anyway. It's where we first noticed each other as more than just a fellow student. We went to Ghost Stories in Jonesborough on one of our first dates. DH proposed there, we got married there. And we've been going there periodically ever since. There is just something beautiful about that old town - especially in the fall.
I've been lucky. I was raised with a family that told stories and still tells stories and even writes stories down. I can tell you things my great great grandfather did. It's a very strong oral history. DH does not remember stories passed down in his family. We've been working on it though and I've been able to glean a few here and there from him and his family but that's pretty much it.
I realized the beauty of having that strong oral history when one of the tellers got up to tell a story and I automatically recognized it. He was telling it with different ethnicity of characters and a different setting but it was the exact same story. And it was then that it hit me... even though I think I've known it all along... but it really hit me. I love stories because they connect people. No matter ethnicity, no matter religion, we all can relate to stories. Every people has a story of a great flood. Every people has some form of a monster, and apparently a lot of people have the story of God and the devil dividing souls.
All my life I had heard the story of my "Grandpa Henry" (who is really my great great grandfather) walking past a cemetery one night with a friend and hearing what they thought was the Lord and the devil dividing up souls. "you take this one and I'll take that one" they heard them say. Only they found out later that it was two hobos in the cemetery picking up the walnuts that had fallen on the ground and dividing them between them. Of course, they didn't find this out until they had already been scared off by hearing one of the voices say "and I'll take the two over by the fence".
Angel Vigil told the story only with two hispanic farmers walking past a cemetery where two robbers were dividing their loot. It was really cool.
I have a few new favorite tellers this year, and really if you find that they are ever coming near your area - go see them, I've tried to give links that at least give little snipets of their storytelling so you can experience it too - New favorites Carmen Deedy, Kevin Kling, and Ed Stivender, And a couple of old favorites: Kathryn Windham, Donald Davis, Bil Lepp, Antonio Rocha, Sheila Kay Adams and Dovie Thomason
really it was just a very fun weekend and one cannot have a fun weekend without recording it in some way with pictures.
The magical town of Jonesborough
Me talking to Nick the horse. He's the horse that drove the carriage on our wedding. I try to find him every time we go down there. He's the horse who cured me of my small fear of horses.
That brings us to today October 17 and another post I wrote last night to my online journal which I think I've explained before is where I post more frequently because I can choose who can and cannot read the posts and feel more freedom to use real names and talk about more intimate details of my life, as opposed to a blog where everyone and their uncle Fred can read. However, these are the things going on here and rather than re-type everything, I'll just copy and paste from there.
Nighttime, Oct. 16, 2006 DH teased me about posting about this, but I am anyway because the addrenaline is still coursing through my body. Sasha has been pestering me for the last little while wanting to play. So took her outside to run her around - this is a normal occurance even in the evening. We started to play and she did start running... but then she jumped and grabbed something off the honeysuckle covered fence. I knew it was some kind of animal because she "death-shook" it. You know how wolves do to kill prey by breaking their neck. Freaked. me. out. I was sure it was a cat. I was frantically yelling for her to "drop it" and for her to "come" in my meanest, baddest, dominant voice.. but she was very intent on what she was doing and ignored me completely. Her "prey" fought back a bit or at least I thought it did. I could see her jump back and then charge in teeth bared again... so I did the only other thing I could think of. I hollered for the Big Dog (aka DH) he came out and she came right to him. I told him what was going on and brought him the flash light and he went to see what it was she had gone primal on. It was a possum. I'm glad he went to see. I'm scared of possums anyway. And who knows if it is dead... it's hard to tell with possum but I'm pretty sure it is, since she just threw up a big wad of ick...I'm guessing part possum. Ewwwww... Why do dogs have to be so....so... carnal sometimes. Ewwwww.
later that night Apparently the possum wasn't dead. DH went back out with the shovel to scoop it up and it was gone - just a few tufts of hair where it had been. Guess it was just playing possum. I'm still calling the vet in the morning to see if we need to move up our vaccinations (we're scheduled to go in the 28th for her Rabies booster) or have her checked out or anything. I don't think she got bit or scratched - she didn't show any signs of it least ways. But a phone call doesn't cost anything and it's always better safe than sorry. I wouldn't be worried if Jay didn't seem mildly worried. I talked myself out of worrying for the most part telling myself that lots of dogs kill things, it is just instinct. I've known them to take out ducks, geese, rabbits, even goats and I said this out loud and DH answers "those aren't known to carry rabies... possum are." He's as comforting as a scream in the night sometimes.
Today Called the vet and talked to two different vet techs and both don't seem to think that we have anything to worry about, but they want me to talk to the vet anyway just to make sure. They put me in his voicemail, I'm awaiting his call back. From now on we are going out to play only during daylight hours and out to potty on a leash. Which will stink when it gets really cold
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Storytelling and other facinating events
This post will contain the following and will likely be very long, but since I only seem to post once a week at most, perhaps you can read it in small increments? ;)
This post will contain:
-A shameless plug/ wonderful work of God
-An adventure
-An upcoming event
-And a not-so-shameless plug
There you have the long and short of it. Continue reading at your own risk.
Shameless Plug
Should any of you ever have the chance to attend an Intimate Issues conference - DO IT! And if you can't attend the conference, I highly recommend the book.
This is the conference that God dragged me kicking and screaming into becoming a prayer ministry person for (I am sorry all grammarians for ending a sentence with a preposition, but I just couldn't think of a better way to phrase it). When I first got the phone call I only agreed because after spouting a quick panic prayer and looking at the calendar I had no excuse not to do it and therefore figured it must be God tugging at me to do it. It was way out of my comfort zone as I may have mentioned one or two times. Having to call people, having to pray out loud in front of people, having to lead something and *gasp* counsel strangers. It was waaaaaaaaaay out of my comfort zone. But suprising to me (though it shouldn't have been) God knew exactly what He was doing. I met and worked with so many wonderful women. Many whom I am sure will become mentors to me. I love them so dearly now. I felt so inadequate the whole time, but yet when it was over yesterday I felt the sense that what little I had done had made some type of a difference. Getting out of my comfort zone wasn't so bad... well the phone calls were... but the praying out loud got easier and easier as time went on and even talking with strangers became easier.
But what really floored me is that God hadn't just brought me there to pray (though I did a lot of that). He had brought me there to deal with things that I didn't realize I needed to deal with in order to be the best wife I could be to my husband. I had "issues" and didn't even know it until the Spirit convicted me during a time of prayer. I feel such freedom now, and I do believe that DH is very happy I attended. I just didn't think that a womens' conference on sex would have much of an effect on me, but wow. I don't know what else to say about it, so many incredible things happened there to so many of the women. Many things that we had prayed for. It was just incredible. So go if you have the chance! And even better, participate in planning one if you have the opportunity.
An adventure
They've restructured the children's ministry at church. We had to choose what roles we would like to play in the new structure, or of course we could just stop working in it. I ended up choosing to be a "storyteller" rather than an in-class teacher this time. A good deal of this decision was based on the fact that the storytellers rotate on a once-a-month schedule. This works out well with all the traveling we will be doing over the next few months, because that means I won't have to find a "sub", I can just arrange my storytelling schedule around when I'll be gone. So anyway, today was my first day as a storyteller and since the conference just ended yesterday, I was a bit concerned about how it would go. Again... I had nothing to worry about, God knew exactly what he was doing. I haven't had that much fun with the little kids in a really long time. I'm still with 3's and 4's and I still get to see some of my old students as well as a lot of new ones. But it is so much fun! I get to be silly and make little kids giggle while telling them about important stuff! My hair doesn't get pulled! I don't have to smell like play-dough the rest of the day! I didn't have to take 6 or 7 kids to the bathroom or wipe a single rear "like their mommy" does! I had been worried that I wouldn't have that wonderful interaction with the kids that I had had when I was a full fledge teacher. But that wasn't the case at all. I was brought flowers (clover), I was told by one little girl who had come to the story twice (two different services) that I was "Funny" and that I should "come to her house sometime". I thought those were wonderful reviews for the first day on the job. Man, I love that age group. If I could start kids off at that age, I'd be all about having kids. The problem is you have to go through that baby stage and I'm not so good at that part. I need communication. But I guess I'll deal at somepoint.
An upcoming event
Speaking of storytelling... that is where DH and I will be next weekend. I'm very much looking forward to this. It's going to be like a weekend long date for us. Since DH does work for them during the year, we get to go to storytelling festival in Jonesborough. This is probably my favorite festival of the festival season. Because as you might be able to tell. I LOVE STORIES! Why else would I love books, reading blogs, and reading online journals (basically the same as blogs, I guess), and listening to radio shows, and most of all talking to people. I just love stories. And not only that, but I love festival food and fall weather. The combination of all three is a huge winner in my book. I just can't wait.
A not-so-shameless plug
Thanks to a friend of mine, I've found a new blog which I may be adding a link to. It is just funny in my opinion. And since I am not only a lover of stories but also of comics it tickles me. It reminds me a bit of how my grandmother L use to always explain jokes when she'd tell them. I hope you too will enjoy Marmaduke Explained
Ah I think I've completed my list of things to talk about now. Hope to type to you again soon, perhaps with reviews and pictures of the festival.
This post will contain:
-A shameless plug/ wonderful work of God
-An adventure
-An upcoming event
-And a not-so-shameless plug
There you have the long and short of it. Continue reading at your own risk.
Shameless Plug
Should any of you ever have the chance to attend an Intimate Issues conference - DO IT! And if you can't attend the conference, I highly recommend the book.
This is the conference that God dragged me kicking and screaming into becoming a prayer ministry person for (I am sorry all grammarians for ending a sentence with a preposition, but I just couldn't think of a better way to phrase it). When I first got the phone call I only agreed because after spouting a quick panic prayer and looking at the calendar I had no excuse not to do it and therefore figured it must be God tugging at me to do it. It was way out of my comfort zone as I may have mentioned one or two times. Having to call people, having to pray out loud in front of people, having to lead something and *gasp* counsel strangers. It was waaaaaaaaaay out of my comfort zone. But suprising to me (though it shouldn't have been) God knew exactly what He was doing. I met and worked with so many wonderful women. Many whom I am sure will become mentors to me. I love them so dearly now. I felt so inadequate the whole time, but yet when it was over yesterday I felt the sense that what little I had done had made some type of a difference. Getting out of my comfort zone wasn't so bad... well the phone calls were... but the praying out loud got easier and easier as time went on and even talking with strangers became easier.
But what really floored me is that God hadn't just brought me there to pray (though I did a lot of that). He had brought me there to deal with things that I didn't realize I needed to deal with in order to be the best wife I could be to my husband. I had "issues" and didn't even know it until the Spirit convicted me during a time of prayer. I feel such freedom now, and I do believe that DH is very happy I attended. I just didn't think that a womens' conference on sex would have much of an effect on me, but wow. I don't know what else to say about it, so many incredible things happened there to so many of the women. Many things that we had prayed for. It was just incredible. So go if you have the chance! And even better, participate in planning one if you have the opportunity.
An adventure
They've restructured the children's ministry at church. We had to choose what roles we would like to play in the new structure, or of course we could just stop working in it. I ended up choosing to be a "storyteller" rather than an in-class teacher this time. A good deal of this decision was based on the fact that the storytellers rotate on a once-a-month schedule. This works out well with all the traveling we will be doing over the next few months, because that means I won't have to find a "sub", I can just arrange my storytelling schedule around when I'll be gone. So anyway, today was my first day as a storyteller and since the conference just ended yesterday, I was a bit concerned about how it would go. Again... I had nothing to worry about, God knew exactly what he was doing. I haven't had that much fun with the little kids in a really long time. I'm still with 3's and 4's and I still get to see some of my old students as well as a lot of new ones. But it is so much fun! I get to be silly and make little kids giggle while telling them about important stuff! My hair doesn't get pulled! I don't have to smell like play-dough the rest of the day! I didn't have to take 6 or 7 kids to the bathroom or wipe a single rear "like their mommy" does! I had been worried that I wouldn't have that wonderful interaction with the kids that I had had when I was a full fledge teacher. But that wasn't the case at all. I was brought flowers (clover), I was told by one little girl who had come to the story twice (two different services) that I was "Funny" and that I should "come to her house sometime". I thought those were wonderful reviews for the first day on the job. Man, I love that age group. If I could start kids off at that age, I'd be all about having kids. The problem is you have to go through that baby stage and I'm not so good at that part. I need communication. But I guess I'll deal at somepoint.
An upcoming event
Speaking of storytelling... that is where DH and I will be next weekend. I'm very much looking forward to this. It's going to be like a weekend long date for us. Since DH does work for them during the year, we get to go to storytelling festival in Jonesborough. This is probably my favorite festival of the festival season. Because as you might be able to tell. I LOVE STORIES! Why else would I love books, reading blogs, and reading online journals (basically the same as blogs, I guess), and listening to radio shows, and most of all talking to people. I just love stories. And not only that, but I love festival food and fall weather. The combination of all three is a huge winner in my book. I just can't wait.
A not-so-shameless plug
Thanks to a friend of mine, I've found a new blog which I may be adding a link to. It is just funny in my opinion. And since I am not only a lover of stories but also of comics it tickles me. It reminds me a bit of how my grandmother L use to always explain jokes when she'd tell them. I hope you too will enjoy Marmaduke Explained
Ah I think I've completed my list of things to talk about now. Hope to type to you again soon, perhaps with reviews and pictures of the festival.
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