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Fall Favorites — October 28, 2014

Fall Favorites

I am one of those people who absolutely love Fall, and everything about it. Beings that fall is here in the Pacific Northwest in full force, I figured it was high time to share what I love about fall.

I love:

  • The changing color of the leaves
  • The Rain
  • The ample opportunity for Rain boots to be worn
  • Being able to wear the scarves, wraps and poncho’s I have knit up for myself without roasting in them
  • Fall Fashion in general, and the fall colors for clothes
  • This is my favorite season for fashion
  • Being able to wear my Bearpaw boots without roasting
  • The new seasons of shows begin
  • Pumpkin Bread
  • Pumpkin Pie
  • Pumpkin Scented things everywhere
  • Pumpkin Cupcake Candles from the Bath and Body Works
  • Fall Cranberry Harvest foaming hand soap from the Bath and Body Works
  • Pumpkin Frost foaming hand soap from the Bath and Body Works
  • The little candy pumpkins
  • Homemade soup on a cool, wet fall day
  • The smell of someone having a fire in their fireplace on a cool day (raining or sunny and crisp)
  • The way the air smells in fall, period
  • Flannel Pajama Pants
  • The Fall Decorations
  • Being able to work with wool, and not be hot.
  • Perfect season for knitting
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Home is where your Heart is — October 26, 2014

Home is where your Heart is

Hey Everyone!

This evening I had gone home. A group of Young People (YP for short) from the headquarters church (where I was raised and currently attend) went to my Home church (the branch I attended in college and still visit regularly because I love the area, and the congregation there have become my family) for a combined YP meeting. My home church is exponentially smaller than the HQ church, and had definitely benefitted from having the group of 50ish come for the meeting. I have not seen that little church that full since the last time we had held special meetings there, 7+ years ago. The combined YP choir was larger than the congregation of my home church on a good Sunday.

Each time I visit home, I miss living there in a good way and for all the right reasons. I would move back in a heart beat because I miss the church family I have there. I miss the small town way of life. I miss this town and the two that are about 10 miles away where I actually lived and went to school. I miss the proximity to the coast. I also miss that I lived in a small town in the middle of nowhere yet was close enough to bigger cities to go in once every three months or so to go shopping and out to dinner, or occasionally drive up to the city I grew up in for even more shopping and dinner choices.

I know I touched on the topic before, but now that I have developed food intolerances, staying fairly close (at least close enough to drive here for the weekend), or somewhere that is big enough to have the variety of health food stores and such to help me manage my food intolerances and keep myself well. 3 years ago if you had told me that in 3 years time I would not be consuming Dairy, Gluten or Coffee I would have told you that you were crazy but here I am – off all three.

Since I graduated college I have learned a lot about life. There is still more to learn and more to see. One thing that I do know is that my own hometown and I are not through. This is only the beginning, and I have had to go through the last almost 4.5 years for a reason.

Setting the Example — October 23, 2014

Setting the Example

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Here recently, I had come to fully realize that I am a role model for those who are younger than myself. For better or worse they look at what kind of example I am setting, and how I handle situations that come my way.

The past four years are a prime example of that, I have been one of the millions of American’s hit hard by the recession, and lack of growth in the post recession economy. It hasn’t been easy, and it has been frustrating to see no light at the end of the tunnel, and like millions of other young adults having college loans hanging over my head, and feeling powerless to change my situation. I have tried everything I know how to do, been given the run around by perspective employers, 95% of whom just put my application or resume in the “reject pile”. It has been a fight and a struggle that is tiring.

I can’t let that stop me from having hope, that one day, hopefully soon that I will find a good job.

I am one who does believe in God, that he does answer prayer, and that there is a higher plan in place for my life. I can’t afford to believe that nothing good will come of the struggle I have been through to find a job period. I would honestly rather to be underemployed than to continue to be unemployed. a job is a job. I can’t afford to give up hope that the past four and a half years will be worth the wait, and the struggle.

What kind of example would I be, if I gave up hope, or ended my life because it was “too hard” or said “forget this” and fell off the face of the earth.

The past four and a half years have given me ample opportunity to do what I love. I haven’t found how to get paid to do what I love yet, and I know the Lord has a job for me. I know there is more to life than living at my parents house without a job, just because the economy has not improved much in four years. I refuse to let the discourage me, and keep me from believing that I will find a good job.

Over the course of the past four years I have been able to do what I love doing, from knitting, to going on adventures, hiking, being outdoors, cooking, baking, help bake and serve cookies at church during the Christmas event we do. Despite having needed a job and a paycheck for 3 of the past four years, I would not trade these experiences for anything. I also love blogging, and sharing my experiences with my readers.

I have made mistakes, we all have, but my mistakes do not define me. They have helped shaped the person I have become, and I have learned from them. Each day we have the choice to make today better than yesterday, and not make the mistakes we made when we were younger, immature, and stupid.

When the realization hit me, that I am an example for the teenagers I know, and that I needed to choose whether I was going to be someone they could look up to and respect, or be someone who was not the greatest example, I chose to take the high road and be the good example. It isn’t just for them, but I could be my own good example.

Make of it What You Will. — October 18, 2014

Make of it What You Will.

Hey Everyone!

Here are a few things that have happened since my last post:

  • Glee’s version of Just Give Me a Reason was trash in my opinion. Quinn and Puck’s version almost made my ears bleed. I do much prefer the original by Pink and Nate Ruess. I had fallen in love with original the first time I had heard it, and I can’t say that for a lot of songs.
  • I really enjoyed Michael Buble’s cover of To Love Somebody. The original is by the Bee Gees, which is still a really good song, but I loved the jazz version that Michael had created. I don’t think one or the other is better, but I just really enjoyed the Modern Jazz version a lot.
  • Had a good discussion with my mom about food, and while my food choices fall within the alternative category, there was still a lot of common ground. I choose to be different but it isn’t wrong.
  • I feel like my life is about to change, for the better. “Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear” – The Hunger Games

I haven’t watched Glee for the past season and a half, and just recently watched an episode from this past season, entitled “New Directions”. I had gotten bored with where the writers were taking show, especially after the third season when most of the main cast graduated.  It appears at least from that episode that Quinn and Puck have gotten back together, and it seems like half of the original cast is all going off to New York, to live the New York dream. Mr. Schuster was no longer going to be a teacher at McKinley, and was potentially headed to Carmel, the home of the arch enemy show choir to McKinley. It just seemed so forced and like the writers were just writing the show into its oblivion. I was never a die hard fan, and kind of / sort of watched the first three and a half seasons to see what would happen as cheesy, corny, and horrible as it was, but also to hear what songs they pulled out to use. There were a few good songs, and I do mean a few. The songs in this episode were particularly bad, and their rendition of Just Give Me a Reason by Pink (Featuring Nate Ruess), done by Quinn and Puck was poor, I had always been of the mind that Dianna Agron and Mark Salling’s voices were not the strongest of the groups, they can carry a tune, but they are not the voices that shine among the actors. So their version of one of my favorite songs, definitely put me into the group of people who are so over the hype of glee, and will not be getting back to better music.

This Past week, I had been listening to my Ipod like I quite often do, and Michael Buble’s version of To Love Somebody had come on. It dawned on me that there was something very familiar but different about the song, like I had heard it somewhere before but couldn’t place it right away. That was until I had realized that I recognized it as being a Bee Gee’s song. I like Michael’s Jazz spin on the song. It gives the song some soul, but keeps the whole original response to an  unrequited love.

This afternoon, I finally feel like I finally found some common ground with my mom. Some of my alternative foods that I have been eating due to having food intolerances and sensitivities, she has actually tried and come to like as much as I do. Even a year ago she was still hesitant about even trying my food. It was okay for me to eat it, but it had been too out there for her. While she probably won’t be going completely dairy free in the near future, or go gluten free for her own reasons period, we have come to a point, where she has realized that I am not crazy, and that the “alternative” food that I do eat is actually pretty good, mainly in part because I spent the first almost 24 years of my life eating normal mainstream food, that I still aim to eat food that tastes as close to what I had grown up with as I can. I talk about it more in depth here

I don’t know why, but for the last few days, I have felt like my life is going to be changing in a big way, and change for the better. I don’t know the who, where, what, why, how’s of it yet. All I know is that my intuition doesn’t lie, and has been dead on most of the time. All I know is that I believe that there is something big coming up for me. I thought the quote from the Hunger Games was fitting for what I am going through right now.

“Hope. It is the only thing stronger than fear” – The Hunger Games

I feel like I know where I belong, and where my home is, and that something will be working out, so that I can either move back or that it will be more of a part of my life again. I finally feel like I am starting to live again. I finally feel like I can breathe and be myself and have that go over well. Just because my current situation is not so great, doesn’t mean that it will always be this way, and there is something bigger and better out there for me to get up for in the morning. I just have to keep pressing toward the future.

Fall has arrived in the Pacific Northwest — October 14, 2014

Fall has arrived in the Pacific Northwest

I love fall, everything about it. I love the clothes, the colors that are in season in fashion, the changing colors of the leaves, boots, the food, the smells, the decorations, having my knitwear be in season, I love it all.

Earlier in the day, I was tired of being cooped up. It has been a perfect fall day, overcast, damp, cool, amazing smelling air. I just had to get out of the house and go do something. Back in August I had gone and found the Pioneer Church at the Baker Cabin. It was fun to see it in the summer. I wanted to go see it on a cool, overcast fall day.

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I had also gone up to the Military Cemetery in the city I live in. All 4 of my grandparents are buried in that cemetery. I knew 3 of the 4. It is hard sometimes to think about them, and what they missed out on. The grandma I was closest to, has missed getting to see two of her grandkids get married. The other grandmother has missed all 4 high school graduations, one wedding and her first Great-Granddaughter (who is also her first great grandchild).

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Busyness is Good — October 6, 2014

Busyness is Good

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This past weekend, I went home twice in 36 hours. Saturday I just needed to get out of the city and go do something on my own, so I went home. Yesterday I went down for the Sunday evening service at church. The church family I have at home, really became my family while I was in college. They are still to this day more my own family than some of my own blood family.

When I talk about home, I am referring to the two towns I lived in, and went to school in (they are right next to each other), and the town about 8 miles away from those two that I frequented on a weekly basis at least. These three towns collectively became my home.

Last week I had to start reorganized my storage unit, which is filled with all the stuff I had used in my apartment while in college, that I am saving until I can move out again. While I was at it, I went looking for my I Love Lucy DVD’s. I have spent the last four years without them, and I have spent the last 3 years wishing I hadn’t packed them away, and put them in the storage unit. It makes me sad to see my life packed away in boxes, and of the life, independence and freedom I once had, and hope to have again (and need to have again sooner rather than later).

I loved living on my own. College was hard, don’t get me wrong, and the first apartment I lived in sucked, but my last two years of college, especially were the best two years of my life so far. I miss that. To have that, I need a job that I can support myself on (and pay my loans). The economy is still really tough, so living on my own is on hold, which I don’t like at all.

In the process of having gone through a few boxes, I found my High School diploma and my College Degree. I was happy to see that they have survived the past four years unscathed, and undamaged. I am actually proud of myself and the fact that I have a college degree, even when I wonder if going to college, and the loans are really worth it for where I am right now. The experience in and of itself was worth it.

Making a Quilt — October 3, 2014

Making a Quilt

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A while back I started working on 9 patch squares for a patch work quilt. I love the idea of making a quilt of fabrics that I like and work on it over time.

The first time I had ever made a 9 square patch was for a school project in 8th grade.

It was while working on that project as homework when I had seen what is now my favorite movie for the first time.

Beings that I know how to knit I want to get better at sewing by hand. I have used a sewing machine all of about two projects. I want to get better at it and being to sew as well as knit.

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Throwback Thursday — October 2, 2014

Throwback Thursday

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Today while my Dad and I were straightening up the garage, and he came across one of the photo albums my grandma had made, of pictures from when my brother, myself and my two cousins on my dad’s side of the family were little. Is more pictures of my brother and I, and my cousins were in the family and Christmas pictures. Aaron and Jesse if you are reading this, I am sure this is one of you two somewhere, if you don’t already have it.

It is interesting to see myself at that age at my grandparents house in Washington, that I haven’t been to in 13 years. I remember snippets of being there with my grandparents, but as I grow older it feels like another lifetime and the memories are fading faster and faster. My grandma passed away almost 13 years ago, so there are a few things that I remember but not much about the early years.

I was the only granddaughter for my Dad’s parents, and I was their 3rd out of 4 grandchildren. I have heard the story that when I was little, my grandparents were out shopping, and my grandpa had seen this little pink coat and insisted that they get it for me 🙂

The two (well technically 4, but I made them into 2 pictures) pictures below are from when I was little. One is of me with each of my dad’s parents and the other is from when I was 3, and had gone to Medford with my grandma to visit her mom and her oldest sister. I can vaguely remember bits and pieces of that trip.

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