tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103566272012-04-16T12:23:18.236+13:00Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.comBlogger487125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-59499625502871402072007-06-28T23:58:00.000-11:002007-06-28T17:58:16.123-11:00

This is Jones, my new dog. Isn't is WEIRD how much she looks like Daive??? I think it is. Ellie, one of the girls in the family I am living with/working for, got her, but it ends up now isn't a very good time for her to have a dog. So Jones is mine. Her and Daive get along very well. They are basically best friends. Jones has a lot of weird issues. For example, I took these pictures with my phone

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Ellie got a dog. After much internet searching (and between the two of us, I do mean MUCH) and a few visits to the local animal shelter, we found THE dog for this family. I wish I could share a picture with you, but I unfortunately cannot. Why, you ask? Because the dog is literally afraid of cameras. I don't know if it is the fact that it is something silver and shiny pointed at the poor thing or

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Well, not so much the pancakes - I mean more the cooking, shopping, trying to stay organized kind of thing. So I got a little creative when I was making dinner tonight. This little heart-shaped pancake turned out nearly perfect, but definitely good enough for me. It was like Rorschach pancake night - there was this one that looked like Mickey Mouse, if Mickey Mouse got one of his ears a little

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Abi and Daive snuggling and taking something of a power nap.Bethany, up close and personal, loving on Daive.(Can anyone else believe that this is the same girl who resistedbeing called "Aunt Bethany" in relation to the dog for almost a YEAR?!But we have won her over, BWA HA HA...err, yeah.)Daive would probably deny it if she could, because she's kind enough that shewouldn't want to hurt

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It's 3:10 AM and I'm still awake. How very unspiritual of me, at least that's what some would say.It's been an interesting day. An interesting week, too. I'm sure I could go back even more than that, but it would sound overly cryptic and annoy even me.I'm kind of at this point where I'm trying to figure out what is next. I've heard the famous quote, "Wherever you are, be all there." I'm trying to

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-57961144996146545072007-05-22T22:54:00.000-11:002007-05-22T15:55:59.470-11:00

A quote from John Bunyan's book All Loves ExcellingO the length of the saving arm of God! As yet thou art within the reach thereof; do not thou go about to measure arms with God, as some good men are apt to do: I mean, do not thou conclude, that because thou canst not reach God by thy short stump, therefore he cannot reach thee with his long arm.Love that.

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So this week I've started studying the fear of God. God has provided me with a wonderful spiritual family, and we meet once a week to fellowship and study the Word. Last week, we decided to study the fear of God and talk about it this week. So I started looking up verses on the fear of God, and started to see how very often it appeared, and yet how it seems to be so absent from Christianity

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Go here to find any events in your area.Reading about this hurts my heart. It has literally kept me up tonight. I've been praying, or trying to pray, but I don't really know what to say.But I know that feeling overwhelmed and doing nothing isn't the answer. So, however meager and tiny my actions may be, I'm going to figure out what I can actually do.

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Daive is fine, by the way. I'm sure you all figured that out by now, because if she wasn't, I wouldn't be, and you'd probably all know. It's the most remarkable thing, though! She doesn't have death breath anymore! It was just pathetic when I picked her up from the vet. She was still majorly drugged from the anesthesia, and spent the entire ride home fighting against her eyelids. Her dog

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So Daive is at the vet right now. She's having her teeth cleaned today. For those of you that don't know, that is in the category of surgery for animals, because it requires full anesthesia. I have her going to a Banfield (the same kind of vet I worked at over in Dothan) and I know they do a full panel of pre-anesthetic bloodwork to make sure the dog is healthy enough to handle the anesthesia.

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-12022871705750706572007-04-23T01:08:00.000-11:002007-04-22T18:08:33.298-11:00

I just ate rolled-up lunch meat that I dipped in hummus. I ate that a lot in Israel. My friend Mary was doing this no/low carb thing, so instead of dipping some kind of bread in hummus, we would dip meat. Sounds kind of...well, disgusting, now that I go back and read it, but trust me...it's quite yummy.Sorry for the delay in posting. My life has been rather hectic and a tad bit stressful these

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-68255432645711251752007-04-03T23:45:00.000-11:002007-04-03T16:45:47.343-11:00

to those who thought I had locked them out of my blog. I was tweaking the template, and having a considerably difficult time with it. I managed to screw it up so severely that it would require more time than I had at the time, so I temporarily locked down the blog so I had time to fix it without it looking all wonky.There's that, and then I had a very sudden and very unpleasant bout of sickness

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I was out lying on the trampoline in the backyard tonight, looking up at the stars. It was awesome. The stars seemed so close, and the moon was so bright. In Seoul, I could only ever barely see the moon. And I could never see stars. Once I thought I did, and was having a conversation about it with a Korean teacher from my (first) job, and then he said very kindly, "Teresa, that is airplane." I

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-6690272072443853372007-03-29T23:48:00.000-11:002007-03-29T16:48:19.485-11:00

We were at a dog park. They were bad.Daive rolled over on the bed, and my knitting rolled toward her, and this was the end result. I know I'm easily amused, but it seriously cracked me up.Bethany and I in OrlandoTwo of my most favorite beings in the entire worldThis is one of THE most unflattering pictures ever. But seriously...it captures...well, it pretty much captures us and our oftentimes

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-40937226220046169892007-03-18T21:21:00.000-11:002007-03-18T14:22:14.927-11:00

I'm stupid. I just spent 20 minutes petting a long-haired cat.I'm allergic to cats, particularly long-haired ones.Now I can't stop itching.I am so dumb sometimes.Need to go find the benadryl now.

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stinks. It really stinks. It's impossible to define and incredibly difficult to explain. But it's very real, and I'm very much in it right now.So between that, the recent death of my grandmother, the (temporary) loss of some friends in Korea, the permanent loss of a specific relationship in Korea, and the providential severing of a friendship here, I'm really struggling right now. I miss my

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-29084520453958934122007-03-18T21:12:00.000-11:002007-03-18T14:15:04.966-11:00

I just wanted to post a quick note of congratulations to my dear friends, Adam and Beth! I cannot even begin to express how VERY much God used them to keep me sane while I was in Korea. I miss them...a LOT. But anyway, I just found out from Adam some good news about their future, and while the news is entirely good (great and wonderful, even) it's partial at the same time. I'll explain later.

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I apologize for the delay in posting. I arrived in the States Tuesday evening around 5:00 PM. I arrived in Atlanta and was welcomed back to the States by my dear and wonderful GA Mom. She met me at the airport with a delightful Welcome Home balloon, which I saved and is drooping slightly but still looking exceptionally cheerful in the living room. She also brought dog food for poor Daive (who is

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Well, we are at less than 12 hours until my first plane takes off. Thanks to my most amazing roommate, my bags are basically packed. There are still a few things to stick in there just before I leave in the morning, but I'm pretty much ready to go. I know that there will be some odds and ends left behind that poor Lis will have to clean up and for that I apologize in advance.Except for Adam and

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These are more pictures from Insadong. This one below I think is super cool. Looks like the traditional dress...well, the bottom half of it. I took another picture from a different angle, actually below, and foolishly felt a bit guilty and pervy for looking up these empty skirts. Lots and lots of pigs. Not sure if there is any reason beyond this being the year of the pig (on the whole animal year

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Plate o' tentacles....that's what this would be. The dark one would be octopus, and the smaller white-ish ones are squid and/or kettlefish. I took this picture last weekend when I was in Insadong, a really amazing place in Seoul, where you can find all kinds of traditional Korean artwork and souveniers. I saw this snack tray thing, and they're really all over the place around here - in popular

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I'm really not so vain as it may seem, to post all these pictures. It's just that I generally see and think of myself as being so talent-less, that knitting these has given me the most wonderful sense of accomplishment. Anyway, here are the two scarves I have finished, and the one that seems to be a perpetual work in progress. The one below, I'm rather proud of it. From the picture, the zig-zags

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I am stressed out.The ticker on this page is, again, not right. Subtract one day. In a little over an hour, my day of departure will be a short 7 days away! There exists no e-lingo exclamation which could properly express how I am feeling right now. In some ways I am SUPER stressed out. I have a lot to get done before next Tuesday rolls around, but it is all stuff that must be done in its own

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Hit a bit of a speed bump. Called Delta to make sure Daive was good to go on all three of my flights. My flight from Seoul to Tokyo is a Korean Air/Delta shared flight. This next part gets a bit confusing. The travel agent sold it to me as a Korean Air flight, but somehow at the same time it's a Delta ticket, so the rules/regulations for both airlines must be met/complied. I had called Korean Air

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Today, by the grace of God and generosity of three of my friends here, my plane ticket was purchased. To the above ticker, counting down the days until I arrive, you should add 1. I'll be arriving March 1 instead of February 28, as previously planned. At around 5:30 PM, for all of you who care. In Pensacola. I'll be dirty and tired, but relieved at the same time.The last few days have been...well

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