A Shot In The Dark

July 12, 2009

4th of July

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , , — Emily @ 12:16 am

Last Saturday was the 4th of July. It was my dad’s birthday, and I was in my hometown of Waterloo.  I went with some friends to see the Waterloo fireworks.

For one, I got to see my good friend Katie for the first time in over a year.

And of course, it wouldn’t be a trip home unless I see one of my dearest friends, Andrew, who is about to move to grad school in Tennessee.

While we waited, I of course had to make a funny face. Honestly, what fun would it be if I didn’t have a goofy picture of myself captured for all of my blog and Facebook to see?

The ending was a lot less spectacular than it was in past years.

I didn’t mind though. I had the best seat in the house.

See, the project I spoke of at the end of May is rather successful. Can anyone guess what this project is, or who it refers to? Leave me a comment if you have any ideas! And for those of you in the know? Kindly keep mum until the final revealing of my mystery man.

March 18, 2009

St. Paddy’s, Emily Style

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , , , , — Emily @ 10:14 am

St. Patrick’s Day is typically a drunken revelry filled with every Irish cliche you can pack into one day: Leprechauns, pots o’ gold, rainbows, shamrocks, and the luck of the Irish…. but who can forget the beer? The original intent behind St. Patrick’s Day was to commemorate the life of  a Roman-Briton born Christian missionary to the Celts and you can read more about him here since I have decided not to bore you to death with the details.

Since I am probably 1/16th Irish, I gave a nod to my heritage by wearing green. To me, the green was also pinch insurance, and I stated so on my Facebook status. My friend Scott thought otherwise. He commented on my Facebook status by “pinching” me.

I e-mailed him this response:

“By the way…. pinch me one more time, and I will hurt you. I am short and fiesty, remember? I bet its my Irish blood. So you best watch yourself!”

 

Scott’s reply:

yes, I’ll watch myself. You don’t have to tell a Scotsman that! :-) It was either pinch an Irish girl or kiss one…which would you prefer? ;-)

 

 That comment made me pretty red.

 

 I then posted a photo of myself in my green attire. Because it was kind of a cute picture (and I am vain) I sent it to several friends with the message, “Can’t pinch me today!”

 

 

Me in green

Me in green

 I changed my Facebook status to ”Emily wants to let you know just because she is Irish does NOT mean you can kiss her!” Then came more hilarious conversations….

The first response was from Andrew B.

 

 

 

 

 A: (after seeing my updated Facebook status) Did someone try to kiss you?
Me: No. A friend threatened to since he can’t pinch me. Oy. Besides, if anyone tried, I might hurt them.

Depends on who tries.
A: Depends? Whats the alternative? Oh, and I sent you a Flair.
(The flair he sent said “I was normal until I met EMILY.) I had to walk away from my desk because I was

laughing so hard!)
After I got that text from him, I was concerned he thought I was flirting. So I sent this:
Alternative? A female. An old lady, perhaps. Maybe one or two select guys are allowed to kiss my cheek. Hope

I didn’t scare you!
A: Not a bit.
(I then texted him something about me looking boy crazy to someone I know because I often praise me wonderful

guy friends. I don’t care to share the particulars.)
A: (responding to me being boy crazy) Or maybe a lot of guys are you crazy.
Me: Ha! The fine gentlemen I uplift tend not to be me crazy!

 

And then there was Michelle:
M: I can pinch you if I want to
Me: No you can’t! I am wearing green.
M: I could pinch you if I was there.
Me: Tough.
M: lol

 I got this one from Chelle in the last 60 seconds..

M; Ur not green today… so pinch.

 

Stacy (after seeing the picture I sent)
S: Da*n you’re hott! I don’t have to wear green since I am a cop!
Me: ROTFL! You ride in a paddy wagon! That’s irish yo!

 

Jenni R’s response to my text:
Lol I get to smack Sami when she gets home though
(I am going to guess she wasn’t wearing green)

And then, I sent this e-mail to Eric:
Me: Happy St. Paddy’s! Are you wearing green today? If not, then I will pinch you!
E: No.
Me: Then I get to pinch you if I get to see you later.
E: Where are you suggesting to pinch me?

 

The weirdness continued today when Jerry from my church responded to my Facebook status about not letting people kiss me, though I am Irish.

J: Okay….then you can kiss me. As the saying goes…if you kiss enough frogs…you find a prince. I am not a

prince…but at least you would have another frog checked off your list.
Me:Jerry, I find that suggestion frightening.
J:What is a frog to do?
Me: Croak and eat flies?

 

Seriously? Does it get ant odder than all of that? My theory about all this ridiculousness:

 

Everyone had a pint of Guinness. I swear I didn’t. It appears that I acted like it.

March 10, 2009

Writing Letters

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , — Emily @ 9:44 am

In June of 2003, I took a trip to Riverside, California to compete in a national scholarship contest. Things happened there that impacted my worldview. I’ll likely tell that story sometime, but I want to focus more on the who, not the what, of that trip. While I was in Riverside, I took part of a youth conference. There, I made several friends with electic backgrounds and age differences. There was Katrina, who at the time was thirteen and the daughter of a pastor in Northern California; David, who was my own age at eighteen who grew upmissionary kid from Peru living in Riverside; Ashley, who was fifteen, from Pennsylvania, a shy young lady that came to the conference with her grandparents;  and then there was Andrew, a seventeen year old I had known for a year at that point. We were both from Waterloo but went to one of the other churches in town. We had both come to California for the scholarship competetion. With our common ground, we stuck together at the conference. Over time, Andrew and I developed a very close friendship which I have gone on and on about before. It’s safe to call him one of my favorite people. David and I quickly bonded over our mutual of writing and  him being around for some of the experiences I had during this special week of my life, and he quickly became like my brother.  Our friendship led to many other friendships, like Phil, his cousin Andrew, and Chelsea. Katrina and I have kept touch, and now she is a nineteen year old studying music at a college that is, ironically enough, in Riverside. But Ashley, we all lost track of.

And then Andrew decided to write to us.

It had been ages since Andrew and David had communicted. None of us have spoken to Ashley years. I had given up on the idea of tracking her down long ago; Andrew hadn’t. With investigation skills that makes a person that gets paid to verify information (me) proud, he sent all four of us a letter. I received mine yesterday. Touched by the thoughtful gesture of a handwritten letter, I am inspired to do the same.

I want to write letters to people. I like mail. Not junk mail, but real mail. The kind where someone sat down, thought for a bit, then wrote their thoughts. Then stuck it in an envelope, and sent it off to your home, not your e-mail. And it gave you something to look forward to everyday, looking to see if the mail had come yet with the letter just for you. Then you do the same, and wait for their response. It teaches a person patience, and the appreciation of  the time taken in our all-too-hurried culture to compose a handwritten note.

I want to pay it forward.

I want to have someone who looks forward to a ltter in the mail from me once and a while. I want to be smiling as I check the mail, not groaning as I only find school bills and medical bills.

I want us both to have something that makes us want to open the mailbox, but not avoid it.

So here is another project for me. I love projects. I  have  another one I am undertaking next week that I will be writing about soon. (As for Project 20, I will update you on that this week) But for now, lets focus on this. The beauty of scratchy, scrawly handwriting in blue or black ink against the backdrop of a crisp sheet of paper.  Receiving written words from someone you care about, or maybe, someone new.

Who wants a letter?

Respond to this post, and I will e-mail you. Give me your address, and I will write you a letter. Maybe you could write me back, too. Then find someone you care for, and write them an actual letter, not a Facebook or MySpace message, tag in a note, or bumper sticker. But a real life letter.

Take a little time. Show some love. Pay it forward with me!

Who’s in?

February 18, 2009

A Word To Potential Suitors

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , — Emily @ 9:07 pm

Yet another one bites the dust.

You might be asking yourself , “Another what?” Another boy. The last enthusiastic suitor was um, scary. When I get texts with, “You will be mine, you will!” attempts to converse about things other than hot air balloon rides (like trying to find out what this person likes) and lastly, late night phone calls urging me to come back to Des Moines on the next flight, well, its enough to make me go fleeing away, screaming, as if I am being chased by a fireball. And not understanding the word “egotistical” does not win you points in my book. After a chat with a couple of my saner friends, they assessed my latest suitor as being a stalker. As Jenna put it, “Whats up with you and creeps?” Your guess is as good as mine.  Maybe freaks are attracted to confidence? Either way, these sort of stories make me want to stick with Plan B. I do have a Plan C.  My friend Andrew and I agreed several years ago if we are both single when  forty and we will marry each other, since two or three decades of friendship would probably produce a decent union, right? (By the way, Andrew, if you are reading this, I am not banking on you being single in your forties. You are too much of a catch.)

I have had a variety of men ask me out. I want you gentleman to know these things before you even consider asking.

When I say I date only born again, Bible believing Christians, I mean it. Jesus Christ is my all-in-all, and I would like to be with someone who shares that value. I have had several men who let this concept register yet they still try. During the summer, I registered on a dating website (to try to meet other Christians here) and had a lot of messages that went similar to this:

“I know you say are a Christian/religious/synonym for religious but I am not a Christian/religious/synonym for religious and I think we would really get along cause you seem really cool and you’re pretty so will you give me a chance?”

The very fact that you expect me to set aside a conviction created by my lifesource is beyond annoying.  It’s infuriating! Why don’t you asking me to quit breathing? No, I will not go out with you. I said that on my profile. I meant that. And because of that I will not respond to your e-mail. It is a waste of my time.

Next. if you have kids, I probably won’t date you. It’s not that I don’t like children. Its not even the fact that I don’t feel ready to be a mother. I grew up in a blended family where the parents fought over how the children, especially the one that wasn’t genetically linked to both parents, were raised. Also, in this day and age we have all sorts of baby-mama and baby-daddy drama that I don’t want to risk. If you are AMAZING, however, I might reconsider this. But if you have six kids? From multiple baby mamas? And don’t support them? Don’t even think about it.

Another “I won’t date you” reason is if you have been married and divorced. My personal convictions on marriage and divorce make it impossible for me to marry someone who has already been married. I also don’t want to be with someone who thinks divorce is a viable option. Marriage isn’t something you try to get out of, like a bad cell phone contract. It’s a covenant with God. And those? Don’t break.

Next, you need to know your Scripture. I went to Bible college. My knowledge isn’t superior, but I am familiar with the Bible, and I would prefer not to teach my man what I know.

Please drink coffee. Life is boring when we can’t debate over the superiority of local roasters to Starbucks.

Please like mouthy women. I have worked hard to change trait, and well…. I am failing unsuccessfully.

Please understand what I say. I use big words. I don’t do it to show off. It’s just what I do. I don’t change how I talk for other people very often. I help people rise above their own vocabulary limitations. Being around me is like a verbal learning experience, be ready to take notes!

Lastly, please don’t be a pansy.  I like a strong man. I like a man who knows what he wants, but who is humble enough to submit to the sovereignty of God. I want a man who I can lean on, yet I can support. I don’t want him to only be dependent on him; I want an interdependence, where we function together. As one flesh. I want to be loved, cherished. I want a man who is not afraid to confront me when I am being a pushy broad and need to be put in my place. I can be naturally overbearing, and desire to have a man who won’t let me overpower him. I want a man who can lead, not overbear.

And remember….. if you don’t know what the word “egotistical” means, you probably shouldn’t even try.

Despite all the bizarre mishaps I have with the opposite sex, I know that I belong to One who will love me greater and more than any man can, Jesus Christ loved me. He has made me whole, pure. He has made me beautiful. I am his Bride. His beloved. I am owned by Him, and Him alone. To remind myself of my covenant with Christ, I want to buy a ring for my right hand. I like symbols. This would be a constant reminder of Who I belong to. To whom I owe my love. A reminder of my True Love, Himself being the embodiment and example of true love.

So gentleman, if you would like to get to know me better, talk to Jesus first. You have to get through Him to get to my heart.

Before I go, what kind of traits should I seek in a man before I consider a relationship? What would be good for me personally? And what is good in general? I want to hear your advice!

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