tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4082612841314727492024-02-19T16:30:25.607-08:00JilJilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-77787277838348094902015-09-19T19:15:00.003-07:002015-09-19T19:15:46.515-07:0059. SomedaySomeday, I will know what I want to tell you.<div>
I will know why I want to blog.</div>
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There will be purpose in my prose.</div>
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I'm stuck between wanting to tell you everything</div>
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and wondering why you would even care.</div>
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I want to write for my readers,</div>
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but I don't know who reads my blog,</div>
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nor do I want to push my blog on people who don't </div>
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That's dumb, that's boring, everyone has already<br />
written that with better writing and more interesting perspective.<br />
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But most of all, I don't write because that would require focus.<br />
How much easier is it to spend the day lost in fictional worlds<br />
than to live life,<br />
love life,<br />
and let the life that is moving forward<br />
into the better and best<br />
overflow into others?<br />
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Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-58937622505023954212014-07-30T23:29:00.000-07:002014-07-30T23:29:29.510-07:0058. Hanson vs Jil- Jenny Idea Lady- Part 3Okay, I <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2014/02/jenny-idea-lady.html" target="_blank">promised the story</a> of how I got the nickname Jenny Idea Lady, and then I avoided posting for ages because it's a bit silly, but I have the posts mostly written, I really just need to get them out of the way! So, here's the beginning of the Jil saga.<br />
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It started with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hanson_(band)" target="_blank">Hanson</a> actually. That band of kids with long hair, you know? Yeah... my next door neighbor, Stephanie, and her friend, Candace were big fans of them. They probably still are... at least, I'm pretty sure I've seen a few references to Hanson back when Stephanie had Facebook. I am not certain exactly how long ago this happened, 15 years at least.<br />
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The girls decided that they wanted to make a present for Hanson... and somehow they had got it in their minds that I was creative and would give them an idea of something to make.<br />
Now, being as I wasn't so much a fan, I hadn't a clue what they'd like. (And, would they really want anything the girls would send them anyway? Well, I wasn't going to suggest that to them, didn't want to hurt their feelings. After all, what do I know, I've never been much of a fangirl. Maybe people sent them things all the time, maybe famous people actually use the things people sent them...)<br />
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As they begged for my help, Candace (I think) began to call me Jenny Idea Lady.<br />
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At some point it got shortened to Jil, although Candace never liked that I spell it with just one L. However, she never came up with something for the second L, so I still spell it with one L.<br />
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The story is a lot more interesting in my memory than when I put it down in words. It's amazing how many little details are forgotten over the years...<br />
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I don't know if they ever picked something cool and exciting to send to Hanson.<br />
I just know that I liked the nickname.<br />
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<b>The truth is, I'm using a nickname that I proved to not be true the first time I was called it.</b><br />
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I don't always have ideas. And sometimes I don't have good ideas. But, sometimes I do have ideas, and they're good, and I need to be more than just an Idea Lady. I need to follow through.<br />
And in my mind, Jil is the part of me who does that, who finishes her paintings and her novels without fear of what happens next.<br />
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<b>Jil has ideas and does something about them.</b><br />
Because Jenny doesn't.<br />
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<a href="http://jennyidealady.tumblr.com/post/75822178788/jilintro" target="_blank">Jil- Part 1</a><br />
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A friend commented that I needed frames for my pieces of glass. Well, they have frames... the frames wouldn't help much for the wearing of them...<br />
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It was taken in July... 2012. I randomly take pictures of projects I'm working on, just in case I want to blog about them... and then I never do.<br />
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The details on the frame weren't so easy to clean as the glass, there was plenty of spiderwebs and dust covering them.<br />
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Had to take out all these little brads around the edge, stuck them on a magnetic pin thing for sewing.<br />
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I think this is one of the before pictures, but to be honest it's really hard to tell. The window blinds make a cool design, but they hide the pictures.<br />
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Here is one of the after pictures.<br />
I haven't decided if I'm keeping the photos in them or if I'm going to find something else I like, but for now they are pretty enough.<br />
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And finally, a picture of them hanging on the wall in the living room after one roommate moved out and before the next one moved in.<br />
So, basically, this is all the furniture I had in the livingroom at that point in time. (I've managed to pick up some more furniture since, though I've moved, so that just means more furniture in storage.)<br />
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Totally looks like where someone as goofy-looking as me might hang out, right?<br />
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Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-26264442775027837612014-02-26T17:09:00.000-08:002014-02-26T17:09:07.846-08:0056. Fairy Tales<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="text-align: left;">I learned from my friend Rebecca that today is National Tell a Fairy Tale Day. I love Fairy Tales! Here's some things related to fairy tales!</span></div>
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Check out Rebecca's <a href="http://delightyourheart.com/everything-need-modern-day-fairytale/" target="_blank">blog post on her heart process to happily ever</a> after on her blog <a href="http://delightyourheart.com/" target="_blank">Delight Your Heart</a>.</div>
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For another way to celebrate, check out <a href="http://www.erstwhiletales.com/" target="_blank">Erstwhile</a>. They make webcomics retelling folk and fairy tales.</div>
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In trying to think of other things to share regarding fairy tales, I remembered this picture I drew.</div>
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Though it isn't exactly a story told, I have a couple ideas for a story to go with the girl. I also have plans for a more complete picture with a background that might go with the story. I saw a girl when I was a walk this past May. She'd stuck a tree branch in the back of her clothing so that the smaller branches look like wings.<br />
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I think my favorite fairy tale that has been written slightly more recently than the Grimm Brothers were around to write, is <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Ordinary-Princess-M-Kaye/dp/0142300853/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1393461726&sr=8-1" target="_blank">The Ordinary Princess by M.M. Kaye</a>.<br />
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Unlike her six older sisters, Princess Amy is ordinary. And when she is grown and it's time to marry, she runs away to the neighboring kingdom and works as a kitchen maid and becomes friends with the "jack-of-all-trades" who works there also.<br />
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I borrowed this book from the library so many times I decided I'd better buy it for myself.<br />
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My favorite Disney princess is Belle. I love how much she loves books!<br />
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Although the majority of my <a href="http://nanowrimo.org/" target="_blank">NaNoWriMo</a> stories are fantasy, I have one that I would categorize as a fairy tale. (Well, I one of the ones I worked on this year is kind of half fairy tale, half science fiction.) That was my first NaNoWriMo (November 2007) and it appears since I started this blog after that point that I never gave you a snippit of it. So, here is the beginning. (I call it Evil Ilva at the moment, but that is mostly just for something to call it, same with all the character names.)<br />
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I know there's been many fairy tales, and some of them claim to be rightly true, but sometimes we can just tell they aren't. I make no claims; you may judge for yourself if my tale is truth. It begins long ago in a land far, far away (as it must), and hopefully ends happily ever after, but I cannot give away the end before the full beginning.<br />
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Long ago in a land far away there ruled a beloved king and queen. If this is a surprise to you, remember that this tale might be quite old, and more oft than not, if the rulers are generally good and just, the wrongs will be forgotten and they will be remembered as beloved. So it was with King Bob and Queen Marilynn. The citizens of this small kingdom, which we shall call ___ (no sense telling where, else you figure whether this tale be truth or tall), have long forgotten the tragedy in favor of the beloved memory.<br />
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King Bob and Queen Marilyn wanted a child and after many years of waiting they had a daughter. As many kings and queens are to do throughout history, they avoided inviting the person they should have never skipped. The evil wizard The Great "peter".<br />
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He arrived before the party began, just barely, as you watched out the castle tower you could see the man pushing through the crowds on his horse. Just as he arrived, minutes ahead of the crowds, he forced the gates closed and rode into the throne room alone.<br />
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"All hail the stupid king. Good morning madam." He bowed.<br />
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"Four leaf clovers and whimpering dogs! What are you doing in my castle!"<br />
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"To curse the cursed, to bless myself, and all in all to rid the world of a grand family such as yourself.<br />
"Cursed to wander, cursed to roam, this place shall never again be your home. Your child, though small she be, will walk in circles for eternity."<br />
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So, though known only for a short time in this story, the king and queen were remembered with love. Their daughter the wizard locked in a tower. She shall enter our story again after a while...<br />
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<b>Do you enjoy fairy tales? What is your a favorite classic? Do you have a favorite modern fairy tale?</b></div>
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I keep planning to write more, but somehow I get overwhelmed with what I want to write and sitting down and writing it so that I can post.<br />
Well, I went and met some new people last month, people in my area from a larger group that author/speaker <a href="http://acuff.me/" target="_blank">Jon Acuff</a> started. We talked about our dreams and our goals, and though blogging wasn't my goal for the month, it came up in the conversation. I admitted I hardly ever blog.<br />
They told me I should be blogging every day, even just a little bit.<br />
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If I want people to regularly read what I post, I need to post more.<br />
I haven't a clue who actually even reads my blog. I know from the statistics that it isn't just one person, but I couldn't say for sure who is reading since nobody comments. (If you don't like commenting just because you can't think of anything to say, I can totally relate! But, if you click on the <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/p/about-me.html" target="_blank">About Me</a> section there's a place for comments there where you can simply say hi if you want.)<br />
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For various silly reasons I just don't feel right posting short posts here.<br />
And though I'll post short things on Twitter (<a href="https://twitter.com/jilnyej" target="_blank">@Jilnyej</a>) occasionally, it's really doesn't allow enough room most of the time.<br />
So, I've started <a href="http://jennyidealady.tumblr.com/" target="_blank">a second blog on Tumblr</a>. I plan to be posting daily there, just a picture or a quote if nothing else. Something to get me in the habit. (Though plans fail...)<br />
And then, I will still be keeping this blog. Here I'll post the longer explanations, like this... the why I did whatever I did and how I feel about it and such. Sometimes I'll link back to here from Tumblr, and sometimes I'll link to Tumblr from here. I also plan to do a (biweekly?) summary on this blog of things I posted to Tumblr and my Facebook page, such as the posts you'll see below.<br />
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<a href="http://jennyidealady.tumblr.com/post/75822178788/jilintro" target="_blank">This post</a> gives an explanation of who Jil is vs who Jenny is, specifically geared to why I started a Facebook page and why I gave it the name I did. (<a href="http://www.facebook.com/JennyIdeaLady" target="_blank">JennyIdeaLady</a>- follow me!) Stay tuned on this blog for the longer version of how I got the nickname.<br />
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Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-47308166595990180632014-02-05T14:14:00.001-08:002014-02-05T14:18:59.933-08:0054. Where's Job?So, you may be wondering, why, if she has the Bible study on Job <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2008/06/thoughts-and-prayers-on-job-11.html" target="_blank">written out ahead of time</a>, is she not posting?<br />
Okay, maybe nobody really reads it anyway, so nobody cares...<br />
But, just in case you were wondering, I don't know where I packed the journal that it's written in.<br />
So, don't fear (or do), it'll be back eventually, probably some time after whenever I move again.<br />
And now you know.<br />
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<a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2013/04/47-job-23-4.html" target="_blank">Job 2:5-6</a><!------->Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-82962786724743278262013-12-18T15:48:00.000-08:002013-12-18T15:48:20.098-08:0053. Nano '13<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I made it again this year! My seventh NaNoWriMo, my third win (simply writing 50,000 words for those that are unfamiliar with how one wins <a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/" target="_blank">National Novel Writing Month</a>).</div>
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I really didn't think I'd make it this year. With moving and trying to finish a project right at the end of October, I didn't really get to plan ahead on my story. To tell the truth, I never plan as much as I would like to, but this year I hadn't even decided for certain on which story. Also, usually I get extra word count while I'm at women's retreat, but since it started on the first, I hadn't gotten into any groove yet to use my extra free time wisely.</div>
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So, that is how it ended up that I wrote on 13 different stories- mostly old stories and a few new stories that popped into my mind, whatever got the words written until I decided what I wanted to work on the most... which I never really decided. Here's a list of the stories I worked on, a description, and their word counts. (Titles in quotations are just what I call them so I know which story I'm talking about, not real titles.)</div>
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(words that don't go to a particular story) 27</div>
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Evil Ilva (2007's Nano) fairy tale- 3048</div>
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Quiet the Voices (2008's Nano) scifi- 864</div>
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"Roses" (2009's Nano) fantasy adventure- 269</div>
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Miss Nary (2010's Nano) Christian romance- 359</div>
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"Prism" (2011's Nano) fantasy- 566</div>
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Eventually trilogy (2012's Nano) fantasy- 5347</div>
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"Gaelisha" (random old story barely written on) time travel- 100</div>
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When You Wish Upon A Rock Star (story someone told me to write a long time ago) romance- 444</div>
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"Mad" (random old story barely written on) spy? romance- 16352</div>
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The Enchanted Widow and the Insignificant Other (new story) fantasy/scifi 10447</div>
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"aliens" (new story) scifi childrens?- 10034</div>
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"branch girl" (recent story) children's fantasy- 1346</div>
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I haven't gone through to see if there are any excepts worth posting this year, but if you want to read some of the previous years: Posts <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2012/11/44-november-again.html" target="_blank">#44</a> and <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2013/04/46-camp-nanowrimo.html" target="_blank">#46</a> for Eventually, <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2008/11/27-nanowrimo-2008.html" target="_blank">#27</a> for Quiet the Voices and <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2008/10/24-nanowrimo.html" target="_blank">#23</a> for Evil Ilva, or visit <a href="http://nanowrimo.org/participants/esthella/novels" target="_blank">http://nanowrimo.org/participants/esthella/novels</a> for excerpts and descriptions of all of my previous Nano-novels except Evil Ilva (for some reason it only gives the option to list the novels back to 2008 and I started in 2007).</div>
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This year was more of a rebel win, and I can hardly believe I actually made it. I somehow wrote 7500 words on the last day. I am pretty sure I've never written that much at once before. For some people the words pour out, for me they are a fight. I never would have made if I was at home the last day, but I spent the afternoon at the library with others from my region. The word wars there and on facebook were all that kept those words coming out.</div>
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To be honest, I hardly feel like I won. There isn't the same excitement with a million different stories, it isn't as gratifying. I have hopes for those stories still, but I can't look at them the same as previous years and feel like I halfway completed a book. I don't know if it's my lack of excitement that means others aren't quite as excited for me, or that I just didn't have as many friends who seemed to notice or care that made me less excited also. </div>
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<br />Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-70983537826937809532013-09-22T00:30:00.001-07:002013-10-10T23:54:24.303-07:0052. UpdatesI need to blog more... I keep saying that, and I have several posts half written (they're mostly out of date now...)... but, if I'm not going to write long blogs (and do you really want to read long blog posts anyway?.... I should at least throw out a few updates every once in a while. If you care, that is.<br />
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So, just a couple for you, and anybody who actually knows me will have seen these on Facebook:<br />
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My nephew turned 1 at the beginning of this month! (And his mother, my sister Gem, turns 30 in a couple days, Happy Birthday sis!)<br />
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It's been 4 years, I'm pretty sure, and I've been going back and forth for a little while, and maybe I'm just tired (I've had a couple really early shifts and it's past 11 pm) and am forgetting a reason not to, but I cut my hair tonight (about half of it... maybe 10 inches), and I'm happy.<br />
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I'm moving... at some point in October. Not sure where I'm moving to, so I'm not sure when exactly I'm moving.<br />
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If you remember that project I was working on that I mentioned in <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2013/06/49-heart-art.html" target="_blank">post 49 (Heart Art)</a>, I'm still working on it. Getting close to finished, but I tell you that project took a lot more effort than I expected, especially since I'm not really sure what we're going to do with it... and the picture included in that blog did end up becoming a small piece of the overall thing.<br />
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While a few wonderful people around church took well-earned vacations, I ended up helping out in Jr. Church and the children's Sunday School class a few weeks. I wouldn't say I did much to help, but an extra body is always useful and I checked the kids in because I know who most of them are from Awana.<br />
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Anyway, there's an update for you, hope this keeps you happy and finds you well!<br />
<br />Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-73951651739271595352013-07-25T12:00:00.000-07:002014-02-05T14:19:53.801-08:0051. Job 2:5-6<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Job%202:5-6&version=NKJV" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Job 2:5-6</span></a><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">But stretch out Your hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will surely curse You to Your face!"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">And the LORD said to Satan, "Behold, he<i> is</i> in your hand, but spare his life."</span><br />
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This is true of many, that when things don't go their way, when they are afflicted with a deadly disease, they turn their backs on the Lord, saying He isn't real or if He is, He is not a loving God.<br />
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<i>Lord, I know people that have deep hurts that are suffering from health issues. I pray that they will continue to rely on You, that they will not curse You, but bless You, praise You and glorify Your name in all things. </i><br />
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God is in control "but spare his life," Satan is only allowed to do what God says he may. No man can die before his time. Satan insisted that God stretch out His hand against Job, but instead God gave Satan permission to do so. Does God stretch out His hand against anyone, or only just allow Satan? Does He only stretch out His hand (against someone) in judgement?<br />
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<i>Lord, give me faith please to trust You through the times when I don't understand who You are or what You are doing.</i><br />
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But, I thought I'd post my sketch for the week, or actually month now.<br />
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This week's word was <a href="http://oakmoonstudio.blogspot.com/2013/07/word-sketch-fire.html" target="_blank">fire</a>.<br />
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Strangely, the only fire idea that popped into my head was totally out of season.<br />
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Started with the fireplace and drew the window with the little hands pressed against it, but all I could imagine at that moment was a sad little kid looking in the window at an empty place with a fire, and that didn't sound nice at all, so I set it aside. Later, when looking at it again I felt the urge to have the child sticking his tongue out, so I drew him, and then had to decide what he was sticking his tongue out at. Decided there had to be someone who didn't want to play outside, but stay in by the fire.<br />
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But since I rarely draw, there is hardly ever something new to post.<br />
A couple weeks ago though, I stumbled across an idea and kind of kicked myself into drawing again, and though I have had so many other projects at the moment that I haven't been able to finish the whole picture, I know what I want to draw.<br />
It seems to me that I rotate my <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2012/06/38-my-interesting-hobbies_18.html" target="_blank">hobbies</a>, that is, I'll do something for a while then get bored with it and get distracted with another one for a while. Well, I want to keep the drawing hobby around for a little longer, I could use more practice. But, to practice I need something to draw... and the main reason I don't draw is because I don't know what to draw.<br />
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A lovely lady and wonderful artist I know, <a href="http://bethlniquetteart.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Beth</a>, posted on facebook that a blog she follows, <a href="http://oakmoonstudio.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Oak Moon Studio</a>, had decided to do a weekly word sketch link party thing.<br />
Cool, I can join in and someone else will suggest words/ideas... but I still have to sit down and draw.<br />
So, it's been going on for a couple weeks and I still haven't joined in, but this week the word is <a href="http://oakmoonstudio.blogspot.com/2013/06/word-sketch-heart.html" target="_blank">heart</a>, and because I actually drew some things that included hearts, I figured that I should post at least one of them...<br />
Now, the reason I was drawing things with hearts this week has to do with a secret project my Mom gave me, so I can't post most of them just in case any ladies from church are reading my blog, at least, not yet. This picture may or may not have anything to do with the finished idea though and it's only a part of an idea, so it's safe to post.<br />
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I did sketch one picture while thinking about what to draw with hearts. I think my mind was remembering last week's word too- <a href="http://oakmoonstudio.blogspot.com/2013/06/word-sketch-circus.html" target="_blank">circus</a>.<br />
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If you really love hearts, be sure to check out Beth's <a href="http://bethlniquetteart.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">art work</a>, where she hides them beautifully in almost everything, and her <a href="http://unexpectedspotsofbeauty.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">other blog</a> and her sister's <a href="http://www.blogger.com/"><span id="goog_1268604563"></span>blog<span id="goog_1268604564"></span></a>, where you can see hearts that most eyes miss.</div>
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And be sure to check out <a href="http://oakmoonstudio.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Oak Moon Studios</a>.</div>
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Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-35561193262434481172013-06-11T15:45:00.000-07:002015-06-26T17:26:10.726-07:0048. Sweet Potato SaladI rarely cook.<br />
I don't usually find cooking fun and I hate cleaning up... but mostly I just don't like deciding what to eat. But, occasionally... well.<br />
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We had a potluck Sunday after church since it was our annual meeting and of course everyone is always starving after that.<br />
And for once I actually made something.<br />
Well, two somethings that is. I made <a href="http://www.justapinch.com/recipes/dessert/pie/chocolate-cobbler-5.html" target="_blank">chocolate cobbler</a> because I had the link saved and it looked good (and was good)... but this story isn't about that. (Yes there's a recipe here for sweet potato salad, if you've read the title and that's what you want, but you're going to have to go to the end to get to it... and why not read the story on the way down?)<br />
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I had time (well, not as much time as it took, it would have been nice to go to bed earlier, but what can I say, I seem to like cooking in the middle of the night best.)<br />
But I wasn't sure what to make. What did I have?<br />
All that came to mind was that I had three sweet potatoes.<br />
What can I make with sweet potatoes? I've only made a couple things.<br />
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<a href="http://foodwishes.blogspot.com/2012/10/roasted-sweet-potato-black-bean-chili.html" target="_blank">This sweet potato and black bean chili</a> by <a href="http://foodwishes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Food Wishes</a>. From this recipe I learned that it's pretty simple to just chop up a sweet potato and bake "fries", so I've done that a couple times now. I also learned that I needed decent knives... because it wasn't very easy to chop a sweet potato up with the knife I was using. So, I bought nicer knives... and that's helped me cook more. Chopping things up with a knife that cuts is almost fun!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-XgfNk9v9RnC3O3Q0Fq4pBlHJxFAGx_RpZRgekLKfvz_toNuH_gXF1_cCbC_uu8hP24O6rp1bO6rLI1yIvFr0TSRYLh5WFJk4S6gpl0e03LPu2T_s6qWccW8Xw9KOR-lv_HPBR3LxZs/s1600/IMG_3050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-XgfNk9v9RnC3O3Q0Fq4pBlHJxFAGx_RpZRgekLKfvz_toNuH_gXF1_cCbC_uu8hP24O6rp1bO6rLI1yIvFr0TSRYLh5WFJk4S6gpl0e03LPu2T_s6qWccW8Xw9KOR-lv_HPBR3LxZs/s200/IMG_3050.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLuMAib1FSG9KC-5OSeUIYOxJWgFkl13fzoCFADP1kksApNk7gXF_rGLJfNwk8O-5JD213tpSjLgN-ga_ekJkRyD_s0W4LQEiC2wHK0J8XzSq-MmdbDQ8bEqppCzeiTrxOgXF4IA7sdc/s1600/IMG_3127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLuMAib1FSG9KC-5OSeUIYOxJWgFkl13fzoCFADP1kksApNk7gXF_rGLJfNwk8O-5JD213tpSjLgN-ga_ekJkRyD_s0W4LQEiC2wHK0J8XzSq-MmdbDQ8bEqppCzeiTrxOgXF4IA7sdc/s200/IMG_3127.JPG" width="200" /></a>I've also made <a href="http://sortedfood.com/#!/jerksweetpotato/" target="_blank">jerk sweet potato</a> by <a href="http://sortedfood.com/" target="_blank">Sorted Food</a> (and <a href="http://sortedfood.com/#!/sweetpotatoquesadilla/" target="_blank">sweet potato quesadilla</a>, also by them), though using ingredients I had, so no star anise or lime... but I did learn that lemon goes interestingly well with sweet potato.<br />
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But I didn't want to bother with trying to keep the chili warm, and though it didn't cross my mind to try the other recipes I don't think they would have worked well for a potluck.<br />
Then I wondered if there was such a thing as sweet potato salad. This was partly because of a conversation with a customer at work that day who had been unable to find radishes to go in her (regular) potato salad. I hadn't ever heard of radishes in potato salad, but it sounded interesting, so the idea of potato salad was stuck in the back of my head.<br />
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So, I looked it up online, and there is such a thing as sweet potato salad... but there were so many versions!<br />
In fact, if you want to check them out, here's the one's I looked at:<br />
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<a href="http://www.skinnytaste.com/2013/03/kumara-sweet-potato-tandoori-salad.html">http://www.skinnytaste.com/2013/03/kumara-sweet-potato-tandoori-salad.html</a><br />
apple cider vinegar, red onion, baby spinach, honey, cumin-- but don't like curry<br />
<a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/315818/chilled-sweet-potato-salad">http://www.marthastewart.com/315818/chilled-sweet-potato-salad</a><br />
orange zest, scallion<br />
<a href="http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/recipe?id=9865284">http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/recipe?id=9865284</a><br />
lime juice, cilantro, red onion<br />
<a href="http://www.lastingredient.com/2013/05/06/sweet-potato-salad/">http://www.lastingredient.com/2013/05/06/sweet-potato-salad/</a><br />
red onion, garlic, lime, cilantro- didn't feel like adding black beans (this time)<br />
<a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/lifestyles/food-wine/food-wine-headlines/20130521-tablita-side-dish-roasted-sweet-potato-and-avocado-salad.ece">http://www.dallasnews.com/lifestyles/food-wine/food-wine-headlines/20130521-tablita-side-dish-roasted-sweet-potato-and-avocado-salad.ece</a><br />
cumin, cayenne, red onion, garlic- don't think avocado sound right<br />
<a href="http://www.babble.com/best-recipes/a-lighter-take-on-german-potato-salad/">http://www.babble.com/best-recipes/a-lighter-take-on-german-potato-salad/</a><br />
honey, red onions, mentioned mustard- actually a regular potato salad<br />
<a href="http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/recipe/roasted-sweet-potato-salad">http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/recipe/roasted-sweet-potato-salad</a><br />
red onion, cinnamon, honey, radishes<br />
<a href="http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/Sweet-Potato-Salad-2">http://www.tasteofhome.com/Recipes/Sweet-Potato-Salad-2</a><br />
<a href="http://www.mnn.com/food/recipes/stories/sweet-potato-salad">http://www.mnn.com/food/recipes/stories/sweet-potato-salad</a><br />
garlic, cumin, cayenne, lemon juice, cilantro<br />
<a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Grilled-Sweet-Potato-Salad-14174">http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Grilled-Sweet-Potato-Salad-14174</a><br />
cumin, scallion, lime, coriander (cilantro)<br />
<a href="http://www.rachaelrayshow.com/food/recipes/art-smiths-sweet-potato-salad-cumin-and-cilantro/">http://www.rachaelrayshow.com/food/recipes/art-smiths-sweet-potato-salad-cumin-and-cilantro/</a><br />
cilantro, lime, lemon, cumin, red onion, celery<br />
<a href="http://kitchen-parade-veggieventure.blogspot.com/2012/11/simple-sweet-potato-potato-salad-recipe.html">http://kitchen-parade-veggieventure.blogspot.com/2012/11/simple-sweet-potato-potato-salad-recipe.html</a><br />
red onion, celery, honey (or maple syrup)- the maple syrup and cranberries weren't quite right<br />
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As you can see, I marked where the ingredients I used (or similar ones) were suggested (plus a few I didn't like but that you might).<br />
Now, this is how I made the salad, but not necessarily how it should be made... so, I'm basically including the recipe twice. First, you can read the details of how and why I did some things (and laugh at me for taking so long to make something simple) and then I'll put the actual ingredients and simplified directions highlighted at the end.<br />
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I started with running to the store around midnight to pick up a few ingredients I decided I wanted in the salad but didn't have.<br />
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When I got home I cut 2 sweet potatoes into cubes, coated them with olive oil, minced garlic, and spices. Put them in the oven, almost forgot to stir them so the edges were overcooked slightly. Pulled them out when they were as tender as I wanted them.<br />
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While they were cooking I chopped up the vegetables (really thin because I don't really like crunchy stuff in regular potato salad, so though I thought it'd be better with sweet potato, I wanted it chopped small).<br />
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I poured around a tablespoon of apple cider vinegar in a bowl, zested half a lemon and half a lime and then juiced half of each and added some honey because it seemed right since both vinegar and citrus seem ...acidic or tart... and a couple recipes mentioned it.<br />
The honey I have at the moment is weird, well, it's not weird in a bad way, it's called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creamed_honey" target="_blank">spun honey</a> and it's, like, purposefully precrystallized. (I bought it because it's in a tub and since my honey normally ends up crystallizing before I use it, it's really hard to get out of a squeeze bottle.) Anyway, I heated it up so it would be runny like honey and then put it in, but as soon as it hit the cold juice and cider it hardened. So I'm not sure how much I actually added and since I added the cinnamon at the same time, I don't know how much of that either. Something less than a teaspoon. Just, to taste I guess.<br />
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Around this time I decided I wanted to use the third sweet potato, so I stuck it in the oven with the olive oil and spices (but didn't add more garlic).<br />
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I put the chopped vegetables in the fridge and spread the sweet potato cubes out to cool.<br />
I wilted a couple handfuls of spinach on the stove with butter (too much butter really, I ended up using a paper towel to try and get rid of some butter) and then chopped it thinly and spread it out to cool with the sweet potato.<br />
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After the potato and spinach was mostly cooled I put it in the fridge in a separate container from the vegetables, then decided to add the dressing to it and stuck it back in the fridge for the night.<br />
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In the morning I mixed them all together and decided that since the dressing had pretty much soaked in and wouldn't coat the veggies too that I'd make a little more, so I put some more apple cider vinegar, the other half of the lemon and a bit more honey in a bowl with some salt and pepper, tasted it and decided it was still missing something. Tested a piece with miracle whip and a piece with mustard and decided miracle whip was the way to go. I added somewhere between a teaspoon and a tablespoon, just enough to barely coat everything when mixed with the other dressing ingredients. Then I hand stirred the veggies, the sweet potato and the dressing all together to make sure there wasn't so much that it would be runny.<br />
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Stuck it back in the fridge for about a half hour until I left for church. I just set it on the counter, so I don't know if they refrigerated it more or not.<br />
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The reason I actually wrote up this whole blog post in the first place was because a couple ladies actually liked it so much that they wanted the recipe.<br />
Great!<br />
Wait... then I had to remember what I put in it.... uhoh!<br />
Luckily I had the day off so I could spend time thinking about it (and cleaning up the kitchen). I looked through my grocery sack and through my spices, wrote down the details of what I did, and I hope I remembered everything. I actually didn't remember about the vinegar until a couple hours after I thought I remembered everything, and the cinnamon I forgot about until around 10 or 11 at night.<br />
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But, here is what I estimate to be the recipe (or at least, what I plan to do if/when I make it again) Sorry that there isn't specific measurements on some things.:<br />
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">2-3 sweet potatoes</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">enough olive oil to coat</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">1-2 cloves minced garlic</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">spices (cayenne, ground mustard, cumin)</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">couple handfuls spinach leaves</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">2 stalks celery</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">4-5 small radishes</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">1/3 cucumber</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">1/4 red onion</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">green onions</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">cilantro</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">1 lemon juiced</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">1/2 lime juiced</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">zest of half a lemon and half a lime</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">apple cider vinegar (maybe 4 teaspoons?)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">h</span><span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">oney (less than a tablespoon?)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">cinnamon (less than a teaspoon?)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c;">touch of salt and pepper</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">about 1 tbsp miracle whip</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">Coat the sweet potatoes in olive oil and spices. Spread out on cookie sheets. Bake at 400-425 degrees for 25-35 minutes, stirring once or twice, until tender.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">Wilt spinach in pan. Lay out to cool then chop and mix with sweet potatoes. Store in the fridge.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">Chop the vegetables and store in the fridge in a separate container (at least until the sweet potatoes are fully cooled, but I would wait until you are ready to add all of the dressing).</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">If you aren't serving it until the next day, I would mix together the dressing ingredients except the miracle whip. Mix half of the dressing with the sweet potatoes to soak in. Then, maybe an hour or two before serving, mix the other half of the dressing with the miracle whip and mix everything together.</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">But you can try it whatever way you want!</span></span><br />
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If you make it, enjoy and please tell me about it!Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-89555458942453417082013-04-29T01:41:00.001-07:002014-02-05T14:21:11.323-08:0047. Job 2:3-4<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Job%202:3-4&version=NKJV" style="font-size: x-large;" target="_blank">Job 2:3-4</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Then the LORD said to Satan, "Have you considered My servant Job, that there is none like him on the earth, a blameless and upright man, one who fears God and shuns evil? And still he holds fast to his integrity, although you incited Me against him, to destroy him without cause."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So Satan answered the LORD and said, "Skin for skin! Yes, all that a man has he will give for his life."</span><br />
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Job is still upright in God's eyes, he still held fast to his integrity.<br />
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<i>Lord may I be like Job, still holding tight to you when things aren't going the way I expect. After all, there is none like You. </i><br />
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Satan is king of excuses, he says, oh sure, Job still holds on, but that's because it was just family and possessions, no, what a human really cares about is himself.<br />
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<i>Lord, if I ever have such a disease or such as is about to come upon Job, help me to remember to always put You first in my mind. There is no need to fear death, because with such death comes eternal life with You. I pray that I would not give all I have if it would save my life, especially if it means denying You. Blessed be the name of the Lord!</i><br />
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I'm so forgetful, I realized that I never told you I won <a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/">NaNoWriMo</a> back in November (that is, I reached over 50,000 words, yay!) It's hard for me to write that much, I'm not a wordy person, and that makes it even more satisfying to reach the goal. </div>
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However, by the end of November I realized that my story wanted to be a trilogy... and that the story I was writing was actually the second, at least chronologically.</div>
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So, this month I'm working on the prequel so that I can figure out some motivations of secondary characters in order to be able to finish Eventually. I'm still thinking that if I ever finish the stories I'll publish Eventually first. If I do the prequel first it gives away too much of the secondary characters past, plus the main characters in the prequel and sequel are different than in Eventually.</div>
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One of the nice things about Camp is that we can now choose our own goals. 50,000 is much too high for me to aim for more than once a year, so I went with 30,000. Still a high goal for me, in fact I'm behind by about 5000 words at the moment, but I caught up a lot from how behind I was earlier today.</div>
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So, I thought I'd give you a bonus scene from Eventually. This happens about a third of the way through the story:</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11pt;">The pirate captain was leaning off the bow of his ship, watching them carefully. Evan felt his presence before he saw him, but was startled anyway when he realized that a huge ship had appeared out of nowhere. He held tightly to Adelaide’s arm which caused her to start. She began to ask what was wrong, but as Evan began to reassure her that all was well, the pirate spoke.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11pt;">“Ahoy there ye landlubbers! How fares the lady fair?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11pt;">“Well, good sir!” Adelaide hollered back, as though a pirate ship was no big matter. Indeed, Evan wondered if maybe it was not as big a deal as he feared.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11pt;">“Ah, my day is now complete, the fairest of the fair has called me good sir. Alas, she knows me not at all.” The pirate had gradually made his way their direction and was now standing in front of them, bowing theatrically toward Adelaide.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11pt;">“May I inquire as to the beautiful lady’s name.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11pt;">“Adelaide,” she replied as if without a care, but was also kind enough to mention Evan, for which he was grateful. “This is my intended, Eventually.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">The pirate </span><span style="font-size: 15px;">didn't</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> seem to wish to hear of Evan, for he slaughtered his name while suavely continuing to direct his inquiries to “the most beautiful Miss Adelaide”.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11pt;">Finally, Evan, getting tired of this, turned to Adelaide. “Adelaide, my dear, let us be moving on. I wish to spend time with you, not with this… pirate.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11pt;">“Now I am insulted my most beautiful Miss Adelaide, cannot you tell I am more than just a pirate? Indeed, this… man… here, does he truly appreciate a beauty as yourself? Why don’t you stay here with me, I can tell you nobody appreciates exquisite like a pirate.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11pt;">Evan was annoyed at Adelaide’s giggle, but soothed when she replied, “Thank you sir, but I don’t think I would do so well at a pirate’s life, it’s best I stay with my Evan, for though adventure calls, I would rather stay with a steady man than one who is called to the sea.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11pt;">“We shall see,” the pirate replied, “for I shall find you again and you will wish to follow, indeed, if you change your mind, just call for Captain (?) and I will arrive to whisk you away to adventure and treasure beyond your imagination.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">“Adventure is overrated,” Evan said, gritting his teeth and wishing he </span><span style="font-size: 15px;">wasn't</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"> in the middle of one. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11pt;">“Adventure is for the adventurous,” Adelaide said, patting Evan on his arm, “Let us be going, I am ready for tea.” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11pt;">She curtsied lightly to the pirate, “Thank you for the conversation good sir, have yourself a blessed day.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11pt;">“Thank you the most beautiful Miss Adelaide,” he replied with a deep bow, “I look forward to the day we meet again.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11pt;">Evan and him returned quick nods and Evan and Adelaide were on their way again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 11pt;">“Ah,” sighed the pirate, “My most beautiful Miss Adelaide, how I envy that man.”</span></div>
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A bit exaggerated and goofy, I'm sure it gives you a different impression of the story than the previous passage, <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2012/11/44-november-again.html">the prologue</a> bit. </div>
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Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-79406737992401471682012-12-29T00:19:00.000-08:002013-06-10T21:31:56.734-07:0045. Job 2:1-2<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Job%202:1-2&version=NKJV" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Job 2:1-2</span></a><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Again there was a day when the sons of God came to present themselves before the Lord, and Satan came also among them to present himself before the Lord.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And the Lord said to Satan, "From where do you come?"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Satan answered the Lord and said, "From going to and fro on the earth, and from walking back and forth on it."</span><br />
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So there are more than one of these days in which the sons of God came to present themselves before the Lord. I wonder how many there are, and how often they happen, and why? Are these sons of God angels? The amplified Bible version thinks so. God still makes Himself sound clueless by asking where Satan has been while Satan still sounds like he has a patience problem, or ADD or something, all that walking back and forth.<br />
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<i>Well, Lord God, we know You are the smartest and wisest one of all, Wisdom Himself, but it's quite possible Satan is an impatient one. Thank You Father for protecting us from being stomped upon as Satan walks to and for. Thank You that even though You know every little thing about us already, you don't mind repetition, in fact, You would love to hear us tell You everything. Lord, please give me the words to be able to talk with You, in the privacy of home or in Bible study, but also to always remember to glorify You.</i><br />
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<a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2012/10/43-job-120-22.html" target="_blank">Job 1:20-22</a> <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2013/04/47-job-23-4.html" target="_blank">Job 2:3-4</a></div>
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“He’s a cute kid, ain't he ma?”<br />
Evan stood, face pressed against the glass of the taffy shop, eyes open wide and mouth pressed, open, against the glass, as if any second someone would pop a piece of candy in, he was ready.<br />
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Ma and Tony were on their way back from hanging out at the beach with Pa and Jake.<br />
“Well, not as cute as you my boy, but he sure looks ready for some taffy. Wonder where his parents are off at.”<br />
“Can I talk to him.”<br />
“Can’t see why not, maybe I’ll go pick up some taffy and you can have a little chat. It’s always good to make friends. It will make it easier for us to learn more about this place.”<br />
“I miss home.”<br />
“So do I, but it’s better for us here. Eventually we’ll be able to go home, things will go our way.”<br />
“When is eventually?”<br />
“I don’t know son, I don’t know.”<br />
“I hope eventually is soon.”<br />
Ma smiled and headed in to the shop while Tony stood over by the other kid, leaning into the window and watching the taffy pull stretch and turn and stretch. Finally the other boy closed his mouth and blinked; and turned and said “hullo”.<br />
“Hi!” Tony replied, eyes still gleefully fixed on the taffy before him. Finally, with a quick glance to see if Ma was finished yet, he turned his head slightly toward the boy. “I love taffy, do you like taffy? What’s your favorite flavor? I like watermelon best, or maybe peanut butter.”<br />
“Taffy, is that what they are making in there?” The boy stopped and considered the word, repeating “taffy” over and over as if saying the word, the way it rolled off his tongue, was tasting it also. “I have not tried taffy before. Mother says it rots teeth.”<br />
“Ma says it makes your teeth and jaw stronger because you have to work so hard to eat it.”<br />
“Wow, that’s cool. You have a cool mom!”<br />
“Sure, I guess so.” Tony shrugged.<br />
The bells on the door jingled as Ma came back out. “Ready to go?”<br />
“Sure. Did you get some watermelon flavor?”<br />
“’Course I did, think I forgot what my boy likes? Have a nice visit with your new buddy?”<br />
Tony and Evan smiled. “Yeah, he’s cool, but his mom isn't as nice as you.”<br />
“Aww, well, nobody is as nice as me a ‘course, our family is just the nicest peoples ever.”<br />
Tony turned toward the boy, “My name is Tony, what’s your name?”<br />
“My name is Evan.”<br />
Ma started, almost dropping the bag. Her and Tony looked at each other and she asked,<br />
“Evan… as in eventually?”<br />
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As for the rest of my life, today I slept until about 2 in the afternoon because I'm a cashier and worked 7:30 pm to 3:30 am Black Friday... or is it Black Thursday now? Thankfully I was still able to spend Thanksgiving with family. Then this evening I had a lovely dinner with family because my birthday is this weekend.</div>
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And one of these days I need to write some more thankful posts... plus now I need to write thank you notes for gifts. Thanks for reading. :)</div>
Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-13333280501782931992012-10-08T15:19:00.003-07:002013-04-29T01:49:38.211-07:0043. Job 1:20-22<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Job%201:20-22&version=NKJV" target="_blank">Job 1:20-22</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Then Job arose, tore his robe, and shaved his head; and he fell to the ground and worshiped. And he said: "Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked shall I return there. The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; Blessed be the name of the Lord."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In all this Job did not sin nor charge God with wrong.</span><br />
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Although Job mourned, he worshiped. Although he cried out in sorrow, he cried out praise.<br />
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<i>Instead of complaints, Lord, I wish I was as grateful and, well, joyful in a sense, as Job. I roll easily through life's ups and downs, but I don't thank You or bless Your name through it all. I've also had my share of complaints. I'm not sure that I'm purposely ungrateful, but Lord, I want to thank You now for everything You've ever done for me, though I remember it or not. Above all I wish that worshiping You was the top on my list of priorities instead of whatever is, or appears to be.</i><br />
<i>God I know, at least most of me knows, that all things work out for good for those that love You and are called according to Your purpose. I pray that includes me, but mostly I pray that I can love You more and more, that my heart will forever long to do Your will and to serve You. Take my heart and make it Yours.</i><br />
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Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-9566733636250314262012-10-01T00:38:00.001-07:002012-10-01T00:38:22.976-07:0042. More Excitement Than NormalWell, I had been doing pretty well at posting this year, but I appear to have slacked off recently... or, not so recently being as my last post was halfway through the summer. The main reason for this... my summer was crazier than normal. Sure, compared to some people my summer was still boring... but for me it was pretty stressful, but worth it in the end.<br />
However, I just can't seem to write about it all at once, so you're getting a three-part summer update. Now, anybody who actually knows me knows all about my updates, but I suppose I might share some thoughts they haven't heard... but for you who might just happen by... well, you probably won't remember to come back to see my updates anyway...<br />
So, coming soon (hopefully!) a new post!<br />
<br />Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-6785506348171801752012-07-11T22:40:00.003-07:002013-04-29T01:50:18.670-07:0041. Job 1:17-19<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Job%201:17-19&version=NKJV" target="_blank">Job 1:17-19</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">While he was still speaking, another also came and said, "The Chaldeans formed three bands, raided the camels and took them away, yes, and killed the servants with the edge of the sword; and I alone have escaped to tell you!"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">While he was still speaking, another also came and said, "Your sons and daughters were eating and drinking wine in their oldest brother's house, and suddenly a great wind came from across the wilderness and struck the four corners of the house, and it fell on the young people, and they are dead; and I alone have escaped to tell you!"</span><br />
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So why did the Chaldeans form three bands specifically? Why not two or four?<br />
Sheep seem to be different from oxen, donkeys and camels. Why were the sheep wiped out and the rest were just stolen?<br />
I think I shall never let my children party without me, it just isn't safe. I hope they aren't wine drinkers.<br />
This wind reminds me of a tornado perhaps, or of a hurricane like in Florida. Who is God testing at the moment? Death can sneak upon you quickly.<br />
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<i>Lord, is St. Helen's going to blow? Will an earthquake to end all earthquakes hit us here on the west coast as a super gigantic hurricane finishes off the east? Or is this just one of those interesting times on our lives?</i><br />
<i>God, I pray for the safety of those involved on either coast, that less lives would be lost and, above all, that somehow You would be glorified in all of this.</i><br />
(Not sure if there was some big disaster happening when I wrote this or what, I should have put dates on the entries.)<br />
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<-- <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2012/06/39-job-116.html">Job 1:16</a> <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2012/10/43-job-120-22.html">Job 1:20-22</a>--></div>
Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-90162315040791249662012-07-04T00:22:00.000-07:002012-07-04T00:23:31.407-07:0040. What Am I Forgetting?I do this, every so often, where, for at least a couple weeks on end I feel like I'm forgetting something. Instead of going to sleep I'll pace back and forth between websites: Facebook, Google reader, Pinterest.. so on... like I'm forgetting to check something. And yet, there's nothing that needs checking and everything is usually the same as when I left it last. I'm not sure what I'm looking for, some kind of sign from heaven, an acknowledgement of my existence on earth?<br />
Whatever it is that I'm looking for and not finding, I know it's unlikely to be found online. Maybe it's a way of processing things I need to figure out, trying to find answers I won't find anywhere else either...<br />
I should really close the computer and go to sleep....<br />
I should really seek answers from God...Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-77299701314500974732012-06-28T13:18:00.000-07:002013-04-29T01:51:00.375-07:0039. Job 1:16<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Job%201:16&version=NKJV" target="_blank">Job 1:16</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">While he was still speaking, another also came and said, "The fire of God fell from heaven and burned up the sheep and the servants, and consumed them; and I alone have escaped to tell you!"</span><br />
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The fire of God, perhaps lightening? There is that ball of fire type that could possibly be worse, or was it something beyond what I have seen or heard of?<br />
This seems like a rather scary way for the sheep and servants to go, even worse than being raided and carried away. How did the one servant manage to escape? I still wonder. Well, obviously God left a witness to tell what had happened, but did the servant hide, did he just happen across it all in the middle or did the fire just leap right over him?<br />
I suppose he could be severely injured.<br />
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<i>Lord, I would not want such things to happen to my family, my cats, and if I had servants, them also. If I had to lose it all, I hope it would be in a way less painful to them all, please. God, I am nothing to brag about, Satan probably doesn't even care about testing me, and in some ways that is great... But still God, make me into an upright person like Job and mold me more and more like You.</i><br />
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Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-31885754739405458162012-06-18T15:02:00.000-07:002014-02-21T12:36:29.757-08:0038. My "Interesting" Hobbies Our church is in the process of updating their picture directory. No big deal. However, along with the picture and address they ask what your hobbies are. Which led to me posting this on Facebook:<br />
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<b> "Tried to figure out my hobbies for the new church picture directory. Went with the simple boring ones, because the "interesting" ones would make me sound more interesting, or at least weirder, than I actually am."</b></blockquote>
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Of course people then asked what those "interesting" hobbies are, which I knew someone probably would. I figured I'd give a simple answer, but then the more I thought about it, the more I felt the need to explain everything. It's silly. But, also too long for a Facebook post.<br />
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Now, nobody on Facebook seemed to care what I actually put (my "boring" hobbies). It's the same thing I put in the last picture directory.<br />
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Not actually boring to do (most of the time, in my opinion anyway), but a bit boring sounding. They could be elaborated on to make them appear more interesting. (Well, there wasn't a whole lot of room on the form, but assuming we have a whole page to ourselves as in the past, I could have added more on the back.)<br />
Examples I could have put: For writing- <a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/">Nanowrimo</a>. Or that I prefer to write and read fiction. Or that I usually draw on paper with a pencil, paint with acrylics, draw on myself and write on paper with a <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2008/08/pens-and-time-travel.html">pen</a>.<br />
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So, to my hobbies- some of these my blog knows about, some my friends, some maybe just my mom.<br />
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*I have three different handwriting styles, though I generally write in my normal sloppy one.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My handwriting. Not so oddly, when I'm not being sloppy, the print does sometimes resemble my mom's.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I consider this Jil's handwriting, just because I have to label it something. It tends to be rounder and neater.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my old coworker's called this my serial killer handwriting.</td></tr>
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I also have a specific calligraphy font I combined together. (Which I used when addressing my sister's wedding invitations.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don't have a calligraphy pen with me, it'd look cooler that way.</td></tr>
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*I watch Kdramas. I started mid-May last year and have watched around 30 so far. (For those who worry, Korean TV shows are usually about 16-20 episodes and don't come back the next year. Plus, I'm not quite as addicted as I used to be.) There's quite a few on <a href="http://www.hulu.com/genres/Drama/Korean-Drama">Hulu</a>, but I usually watch them on <a href="http://www.dramafever.com/">DramaFever</a>.<br />
I like watching TV or movies with subtitles on, even if the show is in English. I hate to miss anything.<br />
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*<a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2008/10/22-stnj-ensacq.html">Ealon</a>. I have my own code language. It's been in process since around 5th grade. I added a second layer of rules in college to make it a bit harder. I write notes in it all the time, most of the time in cursive, but I have a ... font... for it too.<br />
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The name of the code doesn't actually mean anything in the code , but to explain it would give a hint to uncoding things.</td></tr>
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*As the friend taking the photos for the directory put it when we were talking about what to write down- "How about "body art?" I'm sure that would make people wonder. No, I'm not into tattoos and piercings.<br />
I usually call it a bad habit, but I draw on myself when my hands get bored. Most often designs like the flower/snowflake at the top of the blog. [Edit: removed, maybe I'll add it here later] Other times flowers like in this picture.<br />
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Either that or I scribble on paper. It feels very satisfying until the end when I realize there is still no picture. :(<br />
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That's it for the big strange ones, but here's a few that are more random, less common, more habit than hobby:<br />
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*Is hugging a hobby?<br />
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*Rearranging my room? (For <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2012/03/33-organization-dresser.html">example</a>.)<br />
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*I redecorate people's houses in my mind.<br />
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*Not so often anymore, but especially back in high school I'd make up clothing designs from things I found in the room. (I'm housesitting, but maybe I'll add a pic when I get back home.)<br />
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*I make up pie recipes. Sadly, I kind of just throw ingredients together, so I can't ever make them exactly the same again. (And I much prefer baking over cooking.)<br />
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*I used to walk in circles around the college quad when I got bored. Most of my exercise is still walking. I miss having a good place to walk in circles.<br />
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*My fingers have a left over habit of finger-spelling everything from when I took ASL. I'll find myself finger-spelling to songs in church, conversations I'm listening to, and even sometimes with the subtitles on kdramas. I'm most likely to sign along to songs while I'm driving, but I don't know enough words. (If I was any good at conversations I'd probably learn more ASL. Actually, I'd probably learn more languages. They're interesting. But what's the use in learning them if I'm not going to use them anyway?")<br />
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*Now that I finally have a camera again, photography is fun.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A picture!<br />
Of a squirrel, at the park, if you couldn't figure that out.</td></tr>
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*Occasionally, I'll crochet, knit, or sew something.<br />
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*I wrote lots of song lyrics while vacuuming in college. I'd just sing to myself and if I caught a line I liked, I'd sing it over and over 'til I could write it down. It's kind of weird to have songs you made up yourself stuck in your head.<br />
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*I like cataloging my books. I usually keep my books in alphabetical order (sometimes divided by type, depending on how my bookshelves are arranged that the moment.) I tried to keep a card file of all the books I had while growing up; it didn't work as well as I wanted. Now days I use <a href="http://www.librarything.com/">LibraryThing</a>. You can see what books I own (and some I've read) <a href="http://www.librarything.com/catalog/esthella">here</a>.<br />
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I mean, nobody really wants to hear about my favorite Kdramas and I'm not opinionated enough to say which books I like best and why. And, as you may have noticed, all of my hobbies can be done by myself.<br />
If only I could get paid for writing notes only I can read or for scribbling...<br />
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Anyhow, for those who haven't noticed yet, I have a blog just to prove how uninteresting I really am by trying to point out the "interesting" parts of me. Maybe I'm afraid people will expect me to be interesting all of the time if I show I might actually be interesting some of the time.<br />
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Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-81129547659764534052012-06-10T15:48:00.002-07:002013-04-29T01:51:34.433-07:0037. Job 1:13-15<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Job%201:13-15&version=NKJV" target="_blank">Job 1: 13-15</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Now there was a day when his sons and daughters were eating and drinking wine in their oldest brother's house; and a messenger came to Job and said, "The oxen were plowing and the donkeys feeding beside them, when the Sabeans raided them and took them away--indeed they have killed the servants with the edge of the sword; and I alone have escaped to tell you!"</span><br />
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His sons and daughters were paying no mind to real life, they were off eating and drinking again. Even the best of men's children can turn out wrong. God uses men, or allows men to be used by Satan, to go about changing things on the earth. The oxen and donkeys going about their business and suddenly they are taken away. They are lucky, in a way, to just be taken and not killed as the servants. How come is there only one man left, could there be no more? Don't two make a proper witness?<br />
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<i>Lord, thank you that all my possessions are Yours (and even selfishly, that You have not taken them from me.). As Richard reminded me, sometimes it is best to get rid of the things you hold dearest. God, what is the thing I need most to move farther from my heart to give more space to You? I am not much of a giving person, but if I ought to give something away, push me toward it. Thanks for all You have given me.</i><br />
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<-- <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2012/03/34-job-112.html">Job 1:12</a> <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2012/06/39-job-116.html">Job 1:16</a> --></div>
Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-81606834360643103172012-05-14T23:43:00.000-07:002013-06-11T12:59:11.211-07:0036. Somewhere to Start and Something to Do Most anyone that knows me could tell you I never do anything exciting (if I did, wouldn't I blog more?) Even my last fortune cookie realized this. It told me to "Do something unusual tomorrow". I mostly failed.<br />
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And as content as I generally am with being boring, on occasion, I would like to do something more than just watch TV or read a book.<br />
However, I can never think of things to do.<br />
(Cleaning is not fun, so let's pretend you didn't want to suggest it).<br />
So then, I go back to doing useless things that make me wonder what use I am.<br />
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My goal, therefore: To figure out something to do without making a decision and/or without attempting to come up with something to make a decision on.</div>
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I came across <a href="http://www.whateverdeedeewants.com/2011/07/terrific-tuesdays-chore-jar.html">this project</a> somewhere, the goal of it being to help kids have fun picking out chores. Anyway, it sounded cool, I need to do more cleaning and who doesn't like to have more fun?<br />
(We'll ignore the fact I'm not a kid, nor do I have any.)<br />
And for those of you who might care, I've also seen <a href="http://www.lifeinthegreenhouse.com/2012/02/date-night-in-jar.html">date night</a> ones. (Unfortunately they don't apply to me either.)<br />
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After I cut out all the pieces and painted a bunch of sticks, I realized that I don't have the majority of the rooms she had, nor do I need to clean the same things she listed.<br />
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It worked out okay because I also realized that more than cleaning, I needed a way to decide on "fun" things to do.<br />
(After all, if I would just do <a href="http://www.flylady.net/">FlyLady's</a> weekly home blessing and daily tasks, everything would get cleaned fine. Plus, <a href="http://www.dailyfeats.com/">dailyfeats</a> is helpful in motivation.)<br />
I had thought about trying to make papers to match hers, but because I ended up not using her papers, I wrote on the sticks.<br />
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As I was saying at the beginning of this post, if I'm not sure what to do, I usually don't do anything at all. If I have lots of things I need to get done, I procrastinate because I don't know where to start. If I have nothing to get done, I do nothing because I don't know what to start with.<br />
So, my project became instead, somewhere to start and something to do.<br />
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I divided my sticks into four catagories, sorted like so:<br />
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Metallic Antique Copper- monthly/yearly chores (wash car, make appointments, vacuum upholstery)<br />
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Antique Gold- weekly chores (clip coupons, clean out fridge, clean out car)<br />
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Metallic Ice Blue- "fun" things that need planning ahead or are too noisy to do in the middle of the night. (text a friend, sew, go to the park, work on photo album (because it's at my parents house), play piano (I don't have a piano, but I'm regularly at places that have one.))<br />
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Champagne- "fun" things I can do any time (finish a craft, paint nails, write children's book, memorize verses, take a nap/relax (I hate naps, so we'll see how obedient I would be if I draw that))<br />
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Lastly on the putting together of this project, I had to find a container. I used the white mug while working on the project, but it didn't seem it would be large enough, and I wanted something prettier. I looked at a couple vases and such at the store, but nothing caught my eye.<br />
Then, at some point, I remembered this pot just sitting in the cupboard under my sink. Mom let me have it a couple years ago. It isn't great for plants because it doesn't have any drainage holes, but I really like the .... (pattern, dye job, glazes? I can't pinpoint the word I want, I reserve the right to edit this later without notice). I think someone I know made it, but I can't remember who. It goes well with the placemat it is currently sitting next to (or on, in this picture).<br />
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So, the whole truth, I've been working on this blog post for about a month. (Told you I was slow.) The day I worked on this project last, these are also some of the things I worked on (I didn't pull them out randomly, I picked the sticks I'd done that day or planned to work on already.):<br />
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Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-408261284131472749.post-69438567189414928032012-04-11T11:58:00.000-07:002012-04-12T12:31:46.305-07:0035. Thanks Just a few things on my mind recently that seem like they should be shared. That is, I'm never grateful enough, and even when I am I rarely express it. I'm not sure why I never think to post things on Facebook right away, but then it seems silly to post about something the day after it happened. I should also tell people I'm grateful more often (I work every year on Thank You cards after Christmas, and yet I never finish them. I finished about half of them this year.)<br />
So, since these things have been building up in my mind, I figured why not post them here, where it's less silly that the thanks are slightly stale (especially because next to nobody reads my blog). I've <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2008/11/26-thanksgiving.html">posted</a> things I'm thankful for once in the past, and that list was quite enjoyable to come up with. I doubt I will ever write such a long list, but maybe if I practice being thankful.... I like <a href="http://www.karipatterson.com/">Kari Patterson</a>'s sweet Week's End with Thanks posts <a href="http://www.karipatterson.com/2012/03/31/weeks-end-with-thanks-49/">(example)</a>. But, here's my list for this (month?), that I should be/ am thankful for. Or, praising God for.<br />
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1. I am so tired of my car. Okay, that doesn't start out right, and from the context you'll see in a moment, I actually am not trying to make a pun either. To be technical, it's not my car, it's my parent's car which they have let me use without payment to them. For this I am incredibly grateful (not that you would ever know it because I might complain about the car a lot.) However, the poor thing is getting older and having problems with more things (oil, transmission fluid, coolant all leak, I'm not fond of the gas mileage, seat belt doesn't latch in its own slot, and so on.) Thankfully, it runs.<br />
Last month it was not running well. The car was beginning to shake. As per my usual, I avoided doing anything about it because I didn't know exactly what to do. Was the engine about to blow up on me? Not that I could tell by looking (and no, I really couldn't tell anything by looking.) Was it the tires? At quick glance, not that I could see. So it was getting worse.<br />
I am quite grateful, then, to the gentleman who pulled up beside me as I parked at work one day who told me that my tires were shaking. This certainly wasn't something I wanted to hear! However, it narrowed down the problem. I think the guy actually followed me just to tell me because it seems like he left right away, he might not have been going shopping.<br />
I called my dad after I got home and he looked at my tires the next day. Sure enough, much more obvious to his eyes than mine, the belt had slipped on my front passenger tire and there were wires sticking out (it's possible the wires were hidden or not sticking out when I looked, because I'm sure I would have seen them at least). I am probably most grateful to my Dad for then calling around to find places that had used tires. (Because I really don't want to buy more new tires for a car I want to get rid of. I don't have $120 dollars, and since the other front tire is getting worn too, $240.)<br />
I was off the next day, so Dad met me at the tire shop and checked out the used tires they had at the moment. There was only one decent one, unfortunately, so my other front tire has to wait a little longer. (It's getting cracks along the side, should really remember to drive carefully.) But, yay! One less problem to worry about. And driving the car home felt so strange, I'd forgotten what it was like to drive without the steering wheel shaking.<br />
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Well, that could have been it's own post, couldn't it? And if I'd written it when it happened, almost a month ago, it could have been. But, today it isn't.<br />
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2. My sister came and visited me during spring break. Gem is working as a teachers assistant, so she had time off that week, and we haven't really visited since before she got married (in September). She moved about 45 minutes away. (Not terrible, but there is nothing besides her out that direction to see.) It's okay, we at least see her a couple more times a year than holidays. They visit our church (her home church) occasionally, or come for special events when they can. Sadly, they come for dinner with the parents sometimes when I'm working. (Edit- She was even randomly at the parents house when I went there for dinner before Awana.) Anyhow, Gem and I end up fighting if we spend too much time together, so it's not huge that we don't hang out a lot. We text occasionally.<br />
But, it was great to sit and visit with her about things. I admit, we did probably talk about the baby quite a bit. (She's pregnant, due September. I'm gonna be an aunt, yay!) And decorating/ organizing things. She borrowed a couple movies since they don't have tv and don't really have internet so they can't watch tv online like I do. She was disappointed that I hadn't made her peanut butter cookies like she'd been hinting earlier in the week. Problem is, none of us are really sure what recipe I used to use, so they can't copy my skill (and neither can I.)<br />
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Wow, I really didn't think I was going to elaborate on all of these quite this much. I must be in some sort of chatty mood today?<br />
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3. Movie night with my cousin and his girlfriend, who I quite like. Watched a couple movies and they made a yummy dinner (chicken, salad, greek frozen yogurt for dessert). Saw where my cousin lives for the first time; though he intends to move to Portland soon.<br />
Even the night was good because on my way there I stopped at Goodwill to look, well, I can't remember what exactly I was looking for, but I found a couple things that were pretty well perfect. You'll see them in a couple posts "coming soon".<br />
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4. That my organizing as of recent has been quite helpful! It is really great when more items have a spot, it's a lot easier to put things away that way, you know? Yes, maybe the room staying cleaner has been influenced by me working on a not very messy project (finally really working on transferring my money information from the old computer to the new one... which is over two years old now?), but I had a day off last week where I realized I didn't need to clean anything. That was quite nice.<br />
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5. My roommate invited me to have dinner with her one night. Meatballs, noodles and asparagus. Quite good. And, for a strange turn of things, we both sat at the table for dinner and talked about a couple things. (Including how we're both content living here and uncontent at the same time.)<br />
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6. A friend on Facebook, after realizing per my organizing <a href="http://jilnyej.blogspot.com/2012/03/33-organization-dresser.html">photographs</a> that if I have lots of art supplies I probably have some art to go with it, requested that I show said art. So, for her, I took lots of photos and posted them on Facebook. It was nice to show people a bit of proof that I do have some artistic talent... I'm just lacking creative inspiration. Okay, so most of my artwork is old, so maybe I don't have any talent anymore, and you random people here shan't get to see more of it right now (except the snowflake/flower thing that currently sits at the top of this blog, if it's still here when you read this.)<br />
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7. I finished taxes and get money back from both federal and state, yay!<br />
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8. Most recent, had a wonderful Resurrection Sunday. (Well, would have been wonderful if I didn't have to go to work before dessert.) Our choir did a great job, one of their best ever. (My parents are both in there. I don't sing in choir, partly 'cause I don't sing wonderfully, although my Aunt who sat next to me and doesn't regularly attend church so she doesn't know the songs said I sang well, so that was nice. Anyway, but mostly because I have to work when choir practices.)<br />
The day was gorgeous! (Back to rainy days again now.)<br />
Dinner was at my parents house with lots of delicious food. I brought rolls and a dessert (Mom said it was good, hopefully other people agreed. They saved some dessert for me, hopefully I remember to get it tonight!). I made the dessert up again. Of all foods, I like experimenting with pies the best. This was raspberry something. A bit cheesecake, a bit chiffon (jello and whipped cream). And I prefer making the graham cracker crust myself.<br />
And, I should not forget to make known that I am grateful beyond words for what my Lord has done for me!<br />
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Thanks for reading.Jilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03314113587757238561noreply@blogger.com0