"So take this broken offering and make me whole,
Set my feet upon the road that leads me home,
let me walk as one fixed upon the goal,
even though I've got a thousand miles to go..."

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

The Cruise Post

Title: My New Years Cruise

Cast of Characters:

Me, patient keeper of three boys
Mitch, the loving husband/part-time wingman
Bobby, my brother/paradoxically shy party-guy



Brian, the high school friend/fully committed wingman
Mom, my female relief from our testosterone-filled stateroom
Dad, the instigator
Grandpa, the independent octiginarian
Mark, Cheryl, Matt and Scott, the hometown family playing supporting roles



Yadi, our amazing steward
Barlaam and Jesus, our entertaining, attentive waiters



Ali, Bobby's weeklong kissy-face partner
Jess, Brian's island love

Setting the Stage: The Ship, Carnival Triumph

In total, we spent four whole days on a floating city, traveling from Miami to the Virgin Islands and back again. We spent a good amount of time up on the sunny, windy deck, but as I'm not particularly fond of laying out and burning, I hung out in the shade with a book most of the time. We ate a lot of ice cream and pizza (available 24 hours a day) as well as delicious dinners and fantastic desserts. I had my first escargot experience: chewy garlicky goodness! Mitch ordered two dinners on most nights; he'd try something new and order steak as a backup. Generally, he polished off both! After our late dinners, we attended variety shows in the Rome Lounge featuring dancers, a juggler, a comedian, a magician, and way too much of our talkative cruise director. We barely touched the lavish casino, but when we did, I won $2 in nickels. And the bars, oh the bars: nightly rituals for the boys, but a one-time thing for lightweight Laurie, whose New Years Eve was a bit more than she could handle...



At least Bobby met Ali, a nice girl with whom he could spend his evenings once the old married couple went off to bed:



And Brian probably would have had similar luck, except that he got sick halfway through the trip, effectively shutting down his mission.

Act One: San Juan

After two days on the ship, we made landfall in San Juan, Puerto Rico. It was imperative that we find a bar in which to watch the University of Michigan lose to USC, so we ended up in a hole in the wall place called Douglas' Bar. Here's a picture of pretty much the whole place:



When it was apparent that the second half of the game would go no better for U of M fans, Mitch, Bobby, Brian and I explored a fort in San Juan while the others went back to the ship. Here's the type of awesome picture my camera is capable of taking:



Act Two: St. Thomas

Cruising through the night, we arrived at St. Thomas immediately following our evening in San Juan, and it was as beautiful as I remember from previous trips. Mom, Dad and Grandpa rode the loud, powerful "Sea Blaster" out on a snorkeling excursion, but the boys and I chose the more graceful Castaway Girl, a large catamaran, for our ride to Buck Island for some underwater adventures. You wouldn't expect to see much in sixty feet of water, but we saw a shipwreck, a sea turtle named Steve, and all sorts of other creatures, a couple of which our tour guide, Jess, brought to the surface for us to hold. A wholesome, educational experience, until the rum punch surfaced on the hour-long trip back to port. By this time, Brian was hopelessly in love with Jess...



She offered him and Bobby a place on her couch if they would like to stay on the island, and though it meant leaving a little piece of himself in St. Thomas, Brian returned to the ship with us. Having done its damage, the rum punch stayed with all three boys as they attempted (semi-successfully) to dress for dinner. Three strikes for Bobby: he forgot to put on underwear, we knocked an empty wine glass off the table and shattered it, and he couldn't articulate his order to Barlaam, relying instead on the old menu-point trick. Oh, and I almost forgot: good push!



Act Three: St. Maarten

Oh, Can-a-da! Here we raced the Canadian America's Cup sailboat, True North IV, and whooped on the American boat, Stars and Stripes. The crew truly puts everyone to work on this excursion: I worked a winch in the back with Dad, Mom trimmed the mainsheet, Bobby and Mitch were grinders, and Grandpa timed the start of the race. It was exhilarating: we sailed so fast! I got soaked when I was on the low side and we dipped the rails, and when I was on the high side, I was so high I was virtually standing up! Hands down the best experience of the whole trip.



Brian, unfortunately, was back in our stateroom, alternating between hugging and straddling the toilet due to (we think) a nasty case of food poisoning.

Afterward: Our Return to Reality

Now we're back in Michigan, with our noses to grindstone. We've returned to work, are getting back in shape after all that cruise food, and planning for a wonderful winter that will include volleyball league, a renewed small group with church, ski trips to Crystal Mountain and maybe Searchmont (if it ever snows), possibly church membership, possibly house hunting, the GMAT for both of us when the tax return comes in, and many more fun experiences with family and friends!

(To see all the photos from our trip, go to http://photos.yahoo.com/skibunny11282 and look for the album titled "Cruise.")

Friday, December 29, 2006

Cruise!

Early tomorrow morning, we'll leave for our Caribbean cruise! It will be a great way to ring in the New Year, and I'll post all about it (and include pictures, too) when I get back. In the meantime, Happy New Year!

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

The Christmas Post

What stood out this year:

1. Spending quality time with Mitch's family, including his sister, Christa and her husband, Brian, with whom we don't get to individually bond very much.

2. Seeing my cousin's wife, Jessica, and her son, Giovanni (or "Bubba") at our family Christmas celebration. Though my cousin, Joe, is has a serious a recurring drug problem and she's threatened to leave him (as well she should, given his past behavior), she still embraces our entire family and comes to all possible events. Joe's currently in rehab and I'm praying that this time, Joe is really committed to turning his life around for his son and wife.

3. Watching my Papa walk like a champ after his recent knee-replacement surgery.

4. Being able to spend Christmas morning with my Grandpa Eccles. This is our first Christmas without Grandma, and I know he misses her more than I can imagine. (Isn't it a paradox how we want to hold on to memories of loved ones so they live on in our hearts, yet those memories hurt so much to recall because we miss them so much?)

5. Talking to my cousins from Arizona, Todd and Ryan, and learning all about Ryan's son, Landon. Though Landon was spending the holidays with his mother, we'll meet him next year "when he's old enough to actually remember Christmas," as Ryan puts it.

6. Not opening presents with my dad's side of the family, because we bought gifts for children in Detroit instead.

7. Watching Chip open and play with his new gift: a "Boogie Mat" filled with catnip!

Now we're getting ready for our cruise - countdown is four days, I can't believe it! I hope everyone had a merry, memorable Christmas!

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Another "killin' time" blog

T-minus thirteen minutes 'til my week ends, and I get a nice four days off. In case anyone is curious, here's how I'll be spending the holidays:

Dec. 23 - DeYoung family Christmas
Dec. 24 - McGrath family Christmas (my mom's side)
Dec. 25 - Eccles family Christmas
Dec. 26-29 - Working the Community Appreciation Days that everyone else has off, so I only have to take half a vacation day for...

THE CRUISE! Dec. 30-Jan. 6 I'll be basking on a cruise ship in the Easter Caribbean with Mitch, Bobby, a friend from high school, my parents, my grandpa and another family from my hometown. We're stopping in San Juan (maybe doing a biolumanescent kayak tour there), St. Maarten (sailing on retired America's Cup sailboats there) and St. Thomas (probably snorkeling there), and spending the rest of the week aboard the ship. It's our Christmas present from my parents, and it's something my mom's been counting down to for a very long time.

Nine minutes left, but I was just informed that everyone was going home, so I think I'll sign off for now. Merry Christmas to all!

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Monday, December 18, 2006

Do people really have sex in the woods?

According to Skiing Magazine's Dr. Flake:

"Yes, people do. Or did, that is. It all goes back to the 1960s and '70s when hotdog skiers discovered nothing could chill out a hot dog better than a cold snog. At the height of the free-love rut, there were reportedly more people in the bush than there were drinking Colorado Kool-Aid in the lodge. Alas, all this intercourse led to pregnancies and a generation of kids named after resorts, like Jackson and Bridger, or specific parts of resorts, like Flake's nephew Behindthewarminghut. Anyway, the introduction on the condom to ski towns sometime around 2003 changed the dynamic forever. Now nobody gets it on - you just can't open a blister pack with gloves on."

I hope someone else gets as much of a kick out of this as I did! Happy Ski Season (once Michigan gets some more snow)!

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Haha!

Robin, thanks for your comment! The funny thing is that Mitch recently upgraded from a single, basic multi-tool for bike repair to an entire kit! Oh my goodness, what a downward spiral we're caught in!

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Sports Observation

So you decide you want to start mountain biking. You buy a bike and a helmet, thinking, This is all I'll ever need. What an easy sport to get into.

Pretty soon you buy a state park sticker, because paying for daily passes gets too expensive and when you ride in, you don't get the convenience of the trailhead. You get some blisters, so you think gloves might be a good idea. Wow, this is great! I'll never ride barehanded again!

You secretly laugh at all the people decked out in their goofy padded shorts, until someone suggests you try them. All of a sudden, you can sit down and pedal over rough spots without severely bruising your buttbones. I'll never ride without bike shorts again!

Then you watch all these people killing you on hills with these fancy shoes that let them pull up and push down on the pedals. Cool, you think. So you buy clipless pedals and the necessary shoes, and voila! So that's how they do it!

A Camelback for hydration, non-cotton clothing (including socks) to wick the sweat away, glasses to keep the branches and mud out of your face, upgrades to your components...then you decide it's time for a new bike, because you've found the limitations of your "starter bike." Still, as with everything else you've invested in this sport, you're hesitant. Can it really make that much difference? Then you suck it up and spend your whole "spending money savings" on it, and the first ride is amazing.

Does this ever stop, or will I be finding new things I can't bike without for the rest of my life?!?!?

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

*Scowl*

Sometimes I hate being the nice one. Buttface co-workers rescheduled our after-travel celebration because another rep couldn't make it tonight, even though I told them I couldn't come on the new evening. And I told them it was OK. I was really excited about it, too...

Monday, December 11, 2006

Supermom

I really don't know how my mom does it. She's the most selfless, amazing woman I know. She works all day as an operating room nurse, and when she comes home, she doesn't relax on the couch and pick up a book, like I tend to do: she makes a wholesome, homemade dinner. My dad often helps, especially with grilling, but she rarely asks him to help. She sees something that needs to be done and she does it. She puts everyone else's needs before her own. I look at the last piece of candy and my first instinct is to eat it myself, but hers is to offer it to someone else.

Is this from years of practice, or is she really closer to deserving her "St. Joan" nickname than any of us realize? Lately, I find myself asking, "What would Mom do?" Mom wouldn't ask her husband to go out in the cold and turn off the Christmas lights - she'd do it. She'd offer to make lunch, not just suggest it was time for lunch. She is the wife and mother I want to be!

Thursday, December 07, 2006

The Good Old Days

Commence "Old Lady in Rocking Chair" mode:

I remember the good old days when the Alma College climbing wall was a place with routes for all abilities; a place where the best climbers honed their skills and set routes to help others develop theirs; a place where technical routes were more plentiful than look-at-this-big-move-I'm-such-a-badass routes.

Ah, the good old days...

Monday, December 04, 2006

Snow!

I just want everyone to know that I love the snow we have right now! I love that's it's so cold in the morning, I don't want to get out of bed and Mitch has to start my car early for me. I love that I have motivation to do something other than put my hair in a ponytail: winter hats look much cuter with my hair down! I love that I can't wear my heels into work; instead, I have to wear my trail shoes, negotiate the slippery parking lot, and then change my shoes.

Did I mention I love winter? And Christmas? In the next few weeks, I'll do some of my favorite things of the whole year, like setting up my real Christmas tree, baking Christmas cookies, and wrapping gifts for my family and friends. I'll listen to Nat King Cole croon Christmas carols, and reminisce about past performances while the Nutcracker plays in the background. And I'll soak up the holiday cheer every chance I get.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Talking to God

Here's what I've been praying about recently:

-Thanking God for my wonderful husband and the refreshing anniversary trip to Northern Michigan we took at the beginning of the week.

-Praying the he watches over Bruce and brings him home safely.

-Praying that Alexis, a boy from the Dominican Republic for whom we are committed to praying for a year, is healthy and that his father overcomes alcoholism.

-Significant others of some of my high school friends are having a hard time with faith: one has decided, after being a Christian for quite awhile, that he doesn't believe anymore, so I pray he will find his way back and that his wife can stay strong in her own beliefs and not blindly agree with him. Another has never been a Christian, but his girlfriend is trying to help him, so I pray he will discover the joy of faith and that she can be patient with him.

-Always thanking God for all my wonderful family and friends, who bring such joy into my life.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Wow...

...my blog has become a forum for such a deep discussion topic! Never thought I could write something to make people work through their own thoughts and pose their own questions on a blog called "That Girl is a Cowboy." Yeah!


Sorry guys, I have nothing deep to add at this time. But I am in the midst of a fun couple of days:

Tuesday: I finished travel, but had to spend my first night back alone as Mitch was at his parents', preparing for Opening Day.

Wednesday: I worked while Mitch sat in the woods and watched deer, but didn't shoot any. He'll be going back out a few more times, and I'm looking forward to a winter of venison! After dinner, we drove to Traverse City for a night at the Hampton Inn, courtesy of Mitch's work.

Thursday (today): Mitch is at a class for work (that's why we're in TC) and I'm killing time until the mall opens and I can begin my Christmas shopping. He'll be done with his class at noon, and then we'll probably visit some wineries.

Friday: Back to work for both of us, but after work, we'll head down to Grand Rapids for a Jars of Clay concert with Jenn and her boyfriend, James. Sleepover!

Saturday: We'll hang out with Bobby and maybe do some climbing at Higher Ground, but we have to be back in Mt. Pleasant for that big football game...who's playing again...? Adrienne will also be coming over after her physical therapy conference in Midland to stay the night and hang out on Sunday.

I'm so glad to be back to my real life!

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Thanks :)

Thanks Tim, Jenn, Robin, and anyone else who read my last post and put some thought into the concept of Christian love. Mostly, I already knew everything you all wrote, I was just having one of those moments where I was overwhelmed by the whole concept of trying to love everyone as Christ loved us. All three of you helped me remember that yes, it is overwhelming and will always be so, but that I can keep striving for an ideal because God is (and all of you, my Christian friends, are) there to support me and pick me up when I stumble. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Jenn, I can't wait to see you on Friday! I'll be calling you soon, if you haven't heard from me by the time you read this! :)

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Thoughts on Love

Mitch and I have been attending a small group through our church for the past month, and while I'm pretty much enjoying it, I'm not really on board with some of the content. We're doing this "40 Days of Communty" thing put together by Rick Warren, and last week it was all about love, and why Christians need to love each other, and what God (or Rick?) means by love.

Basically, Rick takes the statements from Corinthians and puts forth that love must have all these components (love protects, trusts, hopes, and perseveres) to be real Christian love.

I think that's asking a bit much. I have some relationships that definitely fit that definition of love: with Mitch, my parents, my brother, some other family members, and some of my friends. But as Christians, we're supposed to "love" everyone, and I don't see it very feasible to protect, trust, hope with, and persevere with everyone.

I like C.S. Lewis's definition of Christian love a lot better: to wish good for all people. According to Lewis, I don't have to feel fond of people (and why would I necessarily trust, protect, hope and persevere with those of whom I am not fond?) but I do have to wish for their good.

That, to me, makes a lot more realistic sense. I'm not saying I don't want relationships with people that involve protection, trust, hope and perseverance - or that I shouldn't try to build new relationships that emboy those qualities - but I don't think there's any way I can have that with everyone. I can, however, try to swallow feelings of annoyance or disapproval or whatever and sincerely wish good for everyone.

I don't know if that made sense, but it's been on my mind and I wanted to put it out there.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

On Election Day...

I heard about this article listening to AM760 this morning, and thought I'd read it for myself. It's so great, I thought I'd post it for everyone. I added the bold formatting to statements that really resonated with me, but the whole thing is great and ties the majority of the Middle East conflicts together in a way I've never heard before.

The Only Issue This Election Day

By Orson Scott Card

There is only one issue in this election that will matter five or ten years from now, and that's the War on Terror.

And the success of the War on Terror now teeters on the fulcrum of this election.

If control of the House passes into Democratic hands, there are enough withdraw-on-a-timetable Democrats in positions of prominence that it will not only seem to be a victory for our enemies, it will be one.

Unfortunately, the opposite is not the case -- if the Republican Party remains in control of both houses of Congress there is no guarantee that the outcome of the present war will be favorable for us or anyone else.

But at least there will be a chance.

I say this as a Democrat, for whom the Republican domination of government threatens many values that I hold to be important to America's role as a light among nations.

But there are no values that matter to me that will not be gravely endangered if we lose this war. And since the Democratic Party seems hellbent on losing it -- and in the most damaging possible way -- I have no choice but to advocate that my party be kept from getting its hands on the reins of national power, until it proves itself once again to be capable of recognizing our core national interests instead of its own temporary partisan advantages.

To all intents and purposes, when the Democratic Party jettisoned Joseph Lieberman over the issue of his support of this war, they kicked me out as well. The party of Harry Truman and Daniel Patrick Moynihan -- the party I joined back in the 1970s -- is dead. Of suicide.

The "War on Terror"

I recently read an opinion piece in which the author ridiculed the very concept of a "war on terror," saying that it makes as much sense as if, after Pearl Harbor, FDR had declared a "war on aviation."

Without belaboring the obvious shortcomings of the analogy, I will agree with the central premise. The name "war on terror" clearly conceals the fact that we are really at war with specific groups and specific nations; we can no more make war on a methodology than we can make war on nitrogen.

However, there are several excellent reasons why "War on Terror" is the only possible name for this war.

1. This is not a war that can be named for any particular nation or region. To call it "The Iraq War" or the "Afghanistan War" would lead to the horrible mistake of thinking that victory would consist of toppling certain governments and then going home.

In fact, it is precisely the name "War in Iraq" that is leading to the deep misconceptions that drive the Democratic position on the war. If this were in fact a war on Iraq, then in one sense we won precisely when President Bush declared victory right after we occupied Baghdad. And in another sense, we might not see victory for another five years, or even a decade -- a decade in which Americans will be dying alongside Iraqis. For a "War in Iraq" to linger this way is almost too painful to contemplate.

But we are not waging a "War in Iraq." We are waging a world war, in which the campaigns to topple the governments of Iraq and Afghanistan were brilliantly successful, and the current "lukewarm" war demands great patience and determination from the American people as we ready ourselves for the next phase.

2. We cannot name this war for our actual enemies, either, because there is no way to name them accurately without including some form of the word "Islam" or "Muslim."

It is our enemies who want to identify this as a war between Islam and the West. If we allow this to happen, we run the risk of achieving the worst of all possible outcomes: The unification of one or both of the great factions of worldwide Islam under a single banner.

President Bush and his administration have shown their grasp of our present danger by stoutly resisting all attempts to rename this war. We call it a "War on Terror" because that allows us to cast it, not as a war against the Muslim people, with all their frustrations and hopes, but a war in which most Muslims are not our enemies at all.

That can be galling for many Americans. When, after the fall of the towers on 9/11, Palestinians and others poured into the streets, rejoicing, it was tempting to say, A plague on all of them!

But it is precisely those people -- the common people of the Muslim world, most of whom hate us (or claim to hate us, when asked by pollsters in police states) -- whom we must treat as if they were not our enemies. They are the ones we must win over for us to have any hope of victory without a bloodbath poured out on most of the nations of the world.

Nation Building

Another charge against the Bush administration's conduct of the war is that they are engaged in the hopeless task of "nation-building." And this is true -- except for the word "hopeless."

But what is the alternative? I've heard several, each more disastrous and impossible and even shameful than the one before.

In the New Testament, Jesus once used the analogy of a person who was possessed by a devil. When you cast out the devil, don't you leave an empty house, swept clean, to which seven devils will now come to live, making things worse than ever?

No matter which miserable dictatorship we moved against after the Taliban -- and we had no choice but to keep moving on if we were to eradicate the grave danger we faced (and face) -- we would have faced the same problem in Syria or Iraq or Sudan that we had in Afghanistan: We had to establish order in a nation that had never actually become a nation.

The boundaries on the ground in the Middle East were not formed in the traditional way -- by compromise or war. Instead, European powers drew lines that pleased their fancy. The lines did not create the hatreds that plague the region, but they guaranteed that traditional enemies would have to face each other within these boundaries.

It is in part because of the resulting chaos and oppression that groups like the Taliban and Al-Qaeda and the Shiite fundamentalists of Iran have been given an opportunity to offer the solution of returning to the core values of Islam -- as defined, of course, to their private advantage.

If we topple one government and then walk away, the result in any Middle Eastern nation would be civil war, and the probable winner would be the well-funded international terrorist groups that do not shrink from wholesale murder in pursuing their cause.

Just as Kerensky's attempt at a liberal government in revolutionary Russia was almost instantly snuffed out by Lenin's Bolshevik thugs in 1917, so also would any attempt at unified democratic government in Iraq, Iran, Syria, or Afghanistan be quickly converted into Islamo-fascism of one stripe or another.

And if that happened, Islamicist puritanism would be seen in every nation as the "wave of the future." Just as, when Nazi Germany was in the ascendant, the nations of southeastern Europe quickly made their accommodation with Hitler, since the alternative was to be swept away like Poland, France, or Yugoslavia, so also would nominally democratic nations adopt the trappings of Islamicism -- if they weren't already toppled by puritan revolutions from within.

Democracy -- the Other Hope

Wherever Islamicism has been tried, the result has been identical to Communism's miserable track record. The people are oppressed; the worst sort of vigilantes and thugs terrorize the population; the new power elite, regardless of their supposed piety and dedication to a holy cause, is quickly corrupted and comes to love the wealth and privileges of power.

When there is no hope of deliverance, the people have no choice but to bow under the tyrant's lash, pretending to be true believers while yearning for relief. In Russia it came ... after more than seventy years. China and Cuba are still waiting -- but then, they started later.

So it would be in the Muslim world -- if Islamicism were ever able to come to seem inevitable and irresistible.

You know: If America withdrew from Iraq and Afghanistan and exposed everyone who had cooperated with us to reprisals.

As happened in South Vietnam. The negotiated peace was more or less holding after American withdrawal. But then a Democratic Congress refused to authorize any further support for the South Vietnamese government. No more armaments. No more budget.

In other words, we forcibly disarmed our allies, while their enemies continued to be supplied by the great Communist powers. The message was clear: Those who rely on America are fools. We didn't even have the decency to arrange for the evacuation of the people who had trusted us and risked the most in supporting what they thought was our mutual cause.

We did it again, this time in the Muslim world, in 1991, when Bush Senior encouraged a revolt against Saddam. He meant for the senior military officers to get rid of him in a coup; instead, the common people in the Shiite south rose up against Saddam.

Bush Senior did nothing as Saddam moved in and slaughtered them. The tragedy is that all it would have taken is a show of force on our part in support of the rebels, and Saddam's officers would have toppled him. Only when it became clear that we would do nothing did it become impossible for any high-ranking officials to take action. For the price of the relatively easy military action that would have made Saddam turn his troops around and leave the Shiite south, we could have gotten rid of him then -- and had grateful friends, perhaps, in the Shiite south.

That is part of our track record: Two times we persuaded people to commit themselves to action against oppressive enemies, only to abandon them. Do you think that would-be rebels in Iran and Syria and North Korea don't remember those lessons?

Fortunately, there are other lessons as well: West Germany and Japan, Taiwan and South Korea, where liberated nations were protected. In the first two, we took on the task of nation building and transformed both political cultures into democracies. In the latter two, we tolerated strongman dictatorships for many years, but eventually we made it clear that it was time for democracy, and under our protective umbrella, the governments were transformed and oppression ended.

So ... which America is operating now in the Muslim world?

In Iraq and Afghanistan -- but especially Iraq -- President Bush is behaving according to America's best and most honorable tradition. We did not come to destroy, we came to liberate and rescue, he says -- by word and deed. We bring freedom and opportunity. Our money will help rebuild your devastated (or never built-up) economies; our expertise will help train your most talented people to be ready for prosperity and self-government; and our military will keep enemies from overwhelming you as you reinvent yourselves.

Instead of leaving an empty house, swept clean but unprotected, waiting for the devils of Islamic puritanism to come take over, President Bush has sworn that America will bring democracy, and that American soldiers will do their best to protect the decent, ordinary people until they are able to protect themselves.

The Competing Stories

Here's the story the Islamic puritans are telling: The West is full of terrible evils -- atheism, sexual filth of all kinds -- in defiance of God's will. So seductive are the wiles of Shaitan that many Muslims aspire to dress, act, and live like westerners. Only by turning to full enforcement of ancient Muslim law can Islam purify itself and resist the blandishments of the west. It's evil on one side, God on the other.

If all we had to answer them was Hollywood movies, politically correct anti-religious dogmas, and the other trappings of a West that is almost as decadent as the Islamicists claim, then we would only prove their point.

Instead, President Bush has offered something quite different. We don't want to turn you into mini-Americas, he says. We offer you, instead, democracy, in which you can choose for yourselves what parts of western culture to adopt. You will govern yourselves. It isn't a choice between wickedness and righteousness, it's a choice between freedom and oppression.

In other words, through nation-building, through the promise of democracy, Bush has created a rallying point with far stronger resonance than anything the Islamic puritans have to offer.

What is their program, after all? We'll take your sons and get them to blow themselves up in order to murder westerners! Forget the rhetoric -- Muslim parents are human beings, and there is nothing more devastating than to lose a child. The only consolation is when it seems to be in a noble cause. But because of President Bush's promise of democracy, the Muslim puritan cause does not seem noble to more and more Muslims.

Even if they live in countries (or neighborhoods) where they dare not speak up -- yet -- they do not want any of their children to die just so that the rest of them can live and suffer in slavery to a privileged, selfish class of elitist tyrants.

President Bush's story offers the common people hope of living decent lives and seeing their children live to adulthood, to grow old surrounded by grandchildren.

The Al-Qaeda, Ayatollah story promises them dead children and the lash.

There are, of course, fanatics who will embrace Islamic terrorism because they choose to blind themselves to the truth and embrace the noble-seeming lies of the tyrants. Al-Qaeda does not lack for recruits.

But it also does not lack for people who fear and hate them. There are few pro-Al-Qaeda demonstrations on the Arab street. The people remember the images of liberated Iraqis tearing down the images of Saddam. And they know -- because they have relatives and friends, they hear from merchants and travelers -- that in most of Iraq, there is freedom and prosperity like never before.

They're getting the story, at the level of gossip and personal anecdote, that the anti-American media -- you know, Al-Jazirah and the New York Times -- never report: The Americans really mean to give the Iraqis self-government.

You hear about the power outages in Iraq and it's always somehow Bush's fault. What nobody points out is that these outages come in places where Saddam barely offered electricity at all. The reason the new power systems can't cope is because the newly prosperous Iraqi people are buying -- and plugging in -- vast quantities of electrical appliances they could never afford to buy before! When a town that used to have two dozen refrigerators and washing machines now has two thousand of each, the old power supply is never going to do the job.

"Americans Won't Stay"

How do the Islamicist tyrants answer the obvious success and growing appeal of Bush's democracy program?

They kill people, of course.

But they also tell the story, over and over: "America will never stick it out. We'll keep killing Americans till they give up and go away, and then you will answer to us!"

Until they believe that the Islamofascists are never coming into power, many people will remain afraid to commit themselves to democracy.

Under those circumstances, the remarkable thing is how courageously the Shiites of the south have embraced democracy, and how many of them are beginning to trust that we mean what they say.

But against Bush's promises and the actions of our brave and decent soldiers, the tyrants can set the behavior of Bush's political opponents, who are doing their best to promote the propaganda of the tyrants. Every Congressman who says "We must set a timetable for departure" is providing ammunition to the tyrants in their campaign of terror.

Because even more than they fear terrorist bombs, the pro-democracy forces within Iraq and Afghanistan fear American withdrawal. Every speech threatening withdrawal is a bomb going off in Baghdad, killing, not people, but the will to resist the tyrants.

Bin Laden predicted it. The Democratic Party in America is following his script exactly.

Can We Win?

That is certainly not what most who call for withdrawal intend. They see Americans dying and they have no hope of victory. The Iraq War (as they call it) is costing lives and shows no sign of ending. Meanwhile, Iran is getting nuclear weapons, North Korea already has them, Syria and Iran are sponsoring continuing and escalating attacks on Israel -- how can we possibly "win" a war that threatens constantly to widen? Let's cut our losses, retire to our shores, and ...

And will you please stop and think for a moment?

There is no withdrawal to our shores. American prosperity requires free trade throughout most of the world. Free trade has depended for decades on American might. If we withdraw now, we announce to the world that if you just kill enough Americans, the big boys will go home and let you do whatever you want.

Every American in the world then becomes a target. And, because we have announced that we will do nothing to protect them, we will soon be trading only with nations that have enough strength to protect their own shores and borders.

Only ... what nations are those? Not Taiwan. If they saw us abandon Iraq, what conclusion could they reach except this one: They'd better accommodate with China now, when they can still get decent terms, than wait for America to walk away from them the way we walked away from Vietnam and Iraq.

We cannot win by going home. In a short time, "home" would become a very different place, as our own prosperity and safety steadily diminished. Isolationism is a dead end. If we lose our will to protect the things that support our own prosperity, then what can we expect but the end of that prosperity -- and of any vestige of safety, as well?

The frustrating thing is that if people would just look, honestly, at the readily available data from the Muslim world, they would realize that we are winning and that the course President Bush is pursuing is, in fact, the wisest one.

Mistakes

Critics of Bush love to cite the many "mistakes" his administration has made. Most of these "mistakes" are arguable -- are they mistakes at all? -- and when you sum up the others, with any kind of rational understanding of military history, the only possible conclusion is that this is the best-run war in history, with the fewest mistakes. And most of the mistakes we've made are the kind that become clear to morning-after quarterbacks but were difficult to avoid in the fog of war.

Worse yet, Bush's opponents invariably depict these mistakes as being the result of deliberately chosen policies -- a ludicrous charge, but one that is taken seriously by an astonishing number of people who should know better. The game, you see, is blame. It's not enough to say, Bush made a mistake. You have to say, Bush deliberately did it wrong for evil purposes and he must be punished.

But let's accept the fairy tale that this war has been badly run. That still does not change the fact that on all of the biggest points, Bush has made exactly the right choice -- and he has been the only one who has even seen the need to make those choices!

Take North Korea, for instance. Bush recognized instantly that North Korea, with China as its sponsor and protector, is simply beyond the reach of American power at this time. This will not always be true, but his administration is pursuing a careful, quiet, firm policy of diplomatic pressure on China to do what must be done to curb North Korean insanity.

What about Iran? The idea of a ground war in Iran -- especially when we're still fighting in Iraq -- seems impossible.

But it is also probably unnecessary. Because Iran's present government is not just hated, it is also losing its grip on power.

Not on the trappings of power -- they control the "elections" to such a point that nobody can be nominated without the approval of the ayatollahs.

But government power -- even in democracies -- depends absolutely on the will of the people to obey. And when you rule by tyranny and oppression, the obedience of the people comes from the credibility of the threat of violence from the government.

The obvious examples are Red Square in Moscow and Tiananmen Square in Beijing. In Moscow, when Yeltsin and the pro-democracy demonstrators defied the tanks, the Russian Army did not open fire. Why not? Either they refused to obey the order to shoot, or the order was not given -- but if it was not given, it was almost certainly because the tyrants knew that it would not be obeyed.

In other words, the government had lost the ability to inflict deadly force on its own population.

In Tiananmen Square, however, the government gave the order and the troops did fire. As a result, the tyranny continued -- and continues to this day.

Tyrannies only continue in power when they can give the order to kill their own people and be obeyed.

In Iran, there have been several incidents in the past months and years where troops refused to fire on demonstrators. This is huge news (virtually unreported in the West, of course), because of what it means: The ayatollahs' days are numbered.

If President Bush invaded Iran on the ground, bombing Iranian cities and killing Iranian soldiers, he would accomplish only what Hitler did by invading Russia -- uniting an oppressed people in support of a hated tyrant.

But, as was pointed out in a pair of excellent analytical pieces in the most recent Commentary magazine, we don't have to do anything of the kind.

Oil Is Our Weapon, Too

Iran's ace-in-the-hole is not its nuclear weapon -- in their rational moments, even the most rabid of the ayatollahs must understand that if they ever used (or allowed someone else to use) a nuclear weapon, we would destroy them, period. That nuke is meant only as a deterrent -- it can't be used any other way -- and while there's a remote chance that Iran might allow their nukes to be put into the hands of some terrorist group, it would have to be a group they control absolutely. In other words, it would not be Al-Qaeda. (Though Hezbollah would be bad enough.)

The real threat from Iran is their ability to shut down the Persian Gulf and cut off the world's supply of oil from Saudi Arabia, Iraq, Iran, and the Gulf nations.

That would not really bother the United States -- gas prices would shoot up on the open market, of course, but we can get by on oil provided by non-Gulf sources.

Not so for the rest of the world, though. And Iran is poised, with small boats and thousands of missiles, to shut down all oil production and transportation in the Persian Gulf.

What few seem to realize (according to the article in Commentary) is that Iran is far more dependent on oil revenues than we are on getting their oil. When President Bush determines that he has given the Iranians ample chance to demonstrate to the few rational statesmen left in Europe that there is no possibility of meaningful negotiations with the tyrants of Tehran, his obvious course of action is to shut down Iranian power in the gulf and seize their oil assets.

If we strike first, we can eliminate their ability to do mischief in the gulf quite readily. Their forces, however numerous, are pathetically vulnerable. Unlike their dispersed and shielded nuclear development capability, their military forces in the gulf are in obvious and accessible positions.

So are their own oil assets. They are as dependent on the Gulf to reach the world oil market as any of their neighbors. If we seize their oil platforms, destroy their shipping, and impose an absolute blockade on Iranian shipping in the Gulf -- while eliminating their ability to damage anybody else's shipping -- how long do you think the tyranny would remain in power?

Here's a hint: They'd run out of money very, very quickly.

Here's another hint: Their military is already refusing to obey their most outrageous orders. When the military finds themselves saddled with a government that has brought the destruction of most of their oil revenues, all because of their insane determination to take on the United States, how long before the ayatollahs are arrested and sent home? Or else made irrelevant by placing a "committee of public safety" above them, to veto their decisions and make peace with the West?

Maybe it wouldn't turn out that way. But it's our best chance -- and that's the chance that Bush is obviously preparing for. He has made no attempt to prepare the American people for an invasion of Iran. But he has made it crystal clear that Iranian misbehavior will not be tolerated -- and that regime change is the desired outcome.

If Iran's ayatollahs were toppled, how long would Syria continue to misbehave? Answer: About fifteen minutes. Syria is a poor country. They are only able to make trouble because they have Iran's support.

Shiites and Sunnis

Here's the other asset we have that no one seems to take into account when judging Bush's conduct of the War on Terror: We are really caught up in an ancient civil war between Shiites and Sunnis.

Al-Qaeda on the Sunni side and Iran's ayatollahs on the Shiite side have both been playing the same game all along. They don't seriously think that they can conquer the United States (yet) -- so why have they been provoking us?

Because they're belling the cat. Or poking the bull with sticks. Why? Because they are performing on the stage of world Islam, putting on rival plays. Both plays have the same message: Look, we're the heroes who have God on our side, because we're the ones who have provoked the great Shaitan and gotten away with it!

Iran's Shiites had the upper hand for quite a while, bringing down one U.S. President (Carter) and getting another -- tough-guy Reagan -- to withdraw the Marines from Lebanon and then come begging to Iran's door in his stupid, cowardly arms-for-hostages deal.

Then Al-Qaeda had the upper hand in their play, showing the Muslim world that it was the Sunnis who were blowing up American boats and embassies and, finally, the twin towers in New York City itself.

It's all theatre. It's all an effort by Bin Laden to restore the Caliphate with himself, of course, as Caliph -- spiritual dictator of the Muslim world. The goal? Not just to unite Sunni Islam under a Caliph again, but to then make war on and crush Shiite resistance. That is the prize. Only when it is won would a united Islam be ready to conquer the rest of the world, finishing the task that was left unfinished by previous waves of Muslim conquest.

Meanwhile, Iran's ayatollahs are trying to show the Muslim world that it is they, the Shiite leaders, who have God on their side. That was what the recent campaign in Lebanon was all about -- to steal the glory back from Al-Qaeda.

But wait. It's even more complicated than that. Because there are other divisions within the Muslim world. Iraqi Shiites have no love for, and do not accept the authority of, the Persian clerics. Arabic-speaking Shiites have no desire to have Farsi-speaking Shiites rule over them.

So we have an amazingly convoluted situation in the middle east. Iran and its puppet, Syria, are cooperating support of the Sunni resistance in Iraq. Why? It's not because Syria's rulers are nominally Baathist as Saddam was -- Baathism is dead. Instead, it's the ancient tribalism that is at the fore. Syria's rulers are members of a tiny religious minority that is an offshoot of Shia, and thus they help Iran maintain access to its Shiite allies in Lebanon partly in order to shore up their own position vis-a-vis their own mostly-Sunni population.

So why are these Shiites and crypto-Shiites supporting the Sunnis in Baghdad?

Because anything that keeps America distracted is good for them. And if the Americans do pack up and go home, then the Shiites can claim the victory -- even though it's mostly Sunnis who are blowing themselves up in Israel and Baghdad.

Besides, the Sunni insurgents in Iraq are keeping the Iraqi Shiites off balance. The last thing the Iranian ayatollahs want is for Iraq to become a democratic nation with a Shiite majority, because at that moment it will be the Iraqi Shiite leaders who will have the most credibility as leaders of the Shiite wing of Islam.

So the leadership of the Iraqi Shiites are perceived as rivals by the ayatollahs of Iran. Thus the Iranians support the Iraqi Shiites' enemies -- providing the weapons that are used to murder Shiites in Iraq.

It's an astonishingly twisted game -- and as long as we don't do anything really, really stupid, like withdrawing from Iraq, all these various treacheries will inevitably lead to the fall of the tyrants in Iran, and therefore in Syria, and therefore the taming of Hezbollah in Lebanon.

Bush's game is to keep from letting any of these faction unite, while preparing to deliver strategic blows that can bring down the ayatollahs at relatively little cost.

Every action has repercussions. Just as our withdrawal from Iraq would terrify and silence our allies everywhere, and embolden our enemies, so also would the fall of the ayatollahs -- particularly if it is as the result of an American intervention in the Gulf -- make waves everywhere. Democracy would be perceived as the wave of the future. Our friends in many countries would feel free to speak up for democracy and pro-American policies -- and their enemies would be afraid to silence them.

North Korea might go through a paroxysm of defiance -- but they would still understand the lesson. America will not be bullied by tyrants. We will stand for democracy, destroying our enemies at the "time and place of our choosing." Negotiations with North Korea would instantly take on a very different tone; and China's attitude, too, would become considerably more cooperative with us.

This is the victory that awaits us -- and it remains possible for two reasons only:

1. America's brilliant, brave, and well-trained military, which projects not just power but decency and compassion wherever our soldiers go, and

2. President George W. Bush, who, regardless of his critics and detractors, has steadfastly pursued the only course that holds the hope of victory without plunging us into a worldwide war with a united Islam or isolating America in a world torn by chaos.

Those are the scylla and charybdis that threaten us on either hand. If we do not win this containable war now, following the plan President Bush has set forth, we will surely end up fighting far bloodier wars for the next generation.

And the rhetoric of this election proves that we have precious few politicians in either party who have the brains, will, or courage to be taken seriously as alternatives to George W. Bush in the guidance of our nation through this dangerous, complicated world.

If we, the American people, are stupid enough to give control of either or both houses of Congress to the Democratic Party in this election, we will deserve the world we find ourselves in five years from now.

But Bush, being the wise and moderate politician that he is, may actually be able to continue his foreign policy despite the opposition of a Democratic Congress.

What really scares me is the 2008 election. The Democratic Party is hopeless -- only clowns seem to be able to rise to prominence there these days, while they boot out the only Democrats serious about keeping America's future safe. But the Republicans are almost equally foolish, trying to find somebody who is farther right than Bush -- somebody who will follow the conservative line far better than the moderate Bush has ever attempted -- and somebody who will "kick butt" in foreign policy.

So if we get one of the leading Democrats as our new President in 2009, we'll be on the road to pusillanimous withdrawal and the resulting chaos in the world.

While if we elect any of the Republicans who are extremist enough to please the Hannity wing of the party, our resulting belligerence will likely provoke Islam into unifying behind one of the tyrants, which is every bit as terrifying an outcome.

I hope somebody emerges in one of the parties, at least, who commits himself or herself to continuing Bush's careful, wise, moderate, and so-far-successful policies in the War on Terror.

Meanwhile, we have this election. You have your vote. For the sake of our children's future -- and for the sake of all good people in the world who don't get to vote in the only election that matters to their future, too -- vote for no Congressional candidate who even hints at withdrawing from Iraq or opposing Bush's leadership in the war. And vote for no candidate who will hand control of the House of Representatives to those who are sworn to undo Bush's restrained but steadfast foreign policy in this time of war.

Six Things You May Not Know About Me

(From Charlie)

1. My first boyfriend was in middle school and I was too shy to talk to him in person, even though we were "going out."

2. My mom put me in preschool at three and a half because I was bored at home. I still remember the name of the director at that school (it was a Montessori school).

3. I always mean to pray for certain things each night, but half the time I fall asleep before I finish.

4. I'm not sure how much I like "church people," even though I go to church.

5. I want to have babies someday relatively soon, but the thought of being pregnant does not sit well yet.

6. I played the flute in middle school band, and my friends and I used to get together and practice in my playhouse during the summer. (Poor neighbors!)

Monday, November 06, 2006

I suppose I can update.

It's been a couple of days, I guess, and it's not like I have anything better to do right now! So I'll back waaaaaay up and talk about my adventures leading up to Halloween, the best party we've ever thrown, and my week at home.

Adventures leading up to Halloween: I finished all my high school visits the Friday before Halloween and was on my way home when my car stopped being able to accelerate. Uh oh. Turns out my fuel pump went bad, but luckily the guys at the Ypsi Pontiac dealer got me all fixed up and back to Mt. Pleasant by 7 pm. Can I just say, though, that I HATE the traffic down here? Once my car was all good as new, I still had to crawl through rush hour traffic in order to get back home. I'm never moving back here.

The best party EVER: Every year for a long time, my parents threw Halloween parties, complete with all their friends in costume and a road rally. Well, Mitch and I have taken up the torch and threw our first one Halloween weekend. We had an awesome time, and you can see some of the photos on my Yahoo site. For me, the funniest part was seeing everyone in their costumes. My brother stole the show as a French maid, and joining him in the feminine (OK, flaming) crowd were Ray (he was supposed to be an exotic dancer fireman, but it didn't quite turn out that way) and Jon (all in spandex as a biker, while Mim was all in leather - "Bikers, oh!"). They insisted Mitch was "one of them" as well, because they said his cowboy costume made him look rather "Brokeback." I thought he was very sexy and manly, but apparently that movie has ruined the cowboy look forever! Anyway, for the road rally, we had seven different clues to get people to different locations around Mt. P, like the casino, B-Dubs, Intimate Ideas, a volleyball court, the Brass Cafe, etc. At each place, they had to bring back something specific. They also had a list of things to photograph while they were out and about, which was really, really funny! Mitch and I spent their road rally time at the Brass, watching for everyone and drinking wine. OK, I was drinking wine, Mitch was driving me home!

My week at home: Delightful, except that Mitch and I both got a wicked cold from Bobby (probably because he had us all playing this game at our party where everyone ended up drinking from the same bowl). I'm still getting over it, and I kind of feel like I didn't get to spend any quality time with Mitch because we were both so drugged up all week, but at least I was at home.

Now I'm back on the road, but only for this week and part of next week. Then I'm ALL DONE! Woo-hoo! This week, though, I brought Chip with me, so I have him at least.

Well, time to pack up and go back to my parents house so I can relax a bit before my college fair this evening. Have a wonderful afternoon!

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Halfway there...

It's Wednesday, and I'm halfway to Friday and being home for a whole entire week! Home...I think that's my favorite word right now.

Mim and I didn't go biking on Monday because it started to snow. We're hoping to go tomorrow if the weather and her work schedule cooperate. I might hit the trail tonight when I get home, but it's kinda cold...

Yesterday I shook the hand of the man who will hopefully become our new governor in a few weeks. Yes, Ryan, conservatives unite!

I had a conversation with my dad last night about why I feel more comfortable and confident around people who are older than me vs. my peers. I think it's that, when I was younger, I had faith that adults would judge me on those things that are truly important, rather than the superficial characteristics on which your peers tend to focus. It's carried over into this early adulthood stage, even though the gap between me and "real adults" is quickly narrowing. Food for thought.

OK, time to pack up and blow this Panera Bread and its fabulous (free) wireless Internet. I'm meeting the boss over at one of my schools, so I should be on time and with my propensity for getting lost in the city, I better leave a lot of extra time. Onward!

Monday, October 23, 2006

Wild

Today's schedule:

Work from 9:00 am 'til...NOW!
Pilates with Mom: 5:15-6:15 pm
Mountain biking with Miriam*: 6:30 pm 'til we find our way out of the woods
Shower, change, drive to Ann Arbor, meet up with Becky around 8:30 pm
Go out to a late dinner, hang out with the girls, and crash on their futon for the night

*It's going to be dark, cold, and possibly wet - cross your fingers for our survival!

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

A Good Day

Today is a good day. It's not raining. I had one visit this morning and actually saw some kids. I went mountain biking and got all muddy. I took a gloriously hot shower, ate a sandwich, and am now sipping on a vanilla hazelnut Italian soda at South Lyon's newest coffee house, complete with a warm, cozy atmosphere and free wireless Internet.

Tonight is my second-to-last college fair, and then I'm having a sleepover at Becky and Miriam's. Tomorrow I'll hit three schools before heading for that precious place called home. Maybe I'll drop by the office in hopes of getting a bit done before Friday, when hopefully I can both climb at lunch and leave early. I have to work Saturday, but then I get a whole glorious day with Mitch. One more week of this (and only two more trips to "the city") and then I'm home for a whole week, before wrapping up travel season with a smattering of visits in November.

There are things to complain about, sure. But today they don't seem all that important. Life is good.

Monday, October 16, 2006

What's Wrong in Our Schools

There is an unfortunate trend occuring in high schools. I thought we had moved past it, learned from our mistakes. It's sobering to know I was wrong about stretch pants.

Revealing every unfortunate line, enhancing every unflattering jiggle, this fashion faux pas is not the newest hit, highlighted on fashionable websites and in magazines. Why oh why, all all things '80s, did these have to return to torture another generation, who will look back on high school yearbooks in shame?

Stretch pants have their place: on older women in the gym, perhaps, or in yoga class (though buy them with a bit of a flare, please), or as I'll admit to using them, on a climbing wall. But not, for the love of all things truly flattering, as a real part of one's wardrobe to be worn on a regular basis.

And no, wearing them under a skirt does not make them look any better. Sporting boots over them doesn't help, either, nor does a shirt that covers your hips, even if you wear a belt on the outside.

Let me make my position clear: the '80s gave us rockin' hair bands, some timeless toys and real Saturday morning cartoons. They did not, however, contribute anything positive to the fashion world. The only good thing to be said about this season is that short shirts are out, significantly reducing the number of disturbing muffin top sightings.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Scatterbrain

I can't keep my thoughts straight lately...probably because I'm caught in this alternate universe where I live two places and have fifteen offices and take wrong turns every time I get in my car because Yahoo maps can't tell you when to make a Michigan left...

I've been remiss in posting comments on everyone's blogs, so here's a note for all of you whose blogs I check on a somewhat regluar basis:

Charlotte: Call me anytime to catch up!

Dan and Vicky: Research sounds awesome and complicated. Hope you're enjoying life as newlyweds in yet another cornfield!

Robin: New entry? Bueller? Bueller?

Ryan: Sorry I didn't respond to your Bible question. I seriously don't have an answer and am too tired to try to form a coherent string of ideas. But I like that you asked it!

Tim: You know what I said to Robin? Goes for you, too! Please give me an update to brighten my travelin' days!

OK, check that off my to-do list. Travel is going well...today I actually saw a good number of kids at all my schools, and I do not have a college fair tonight so I can atually hang out with my parents and write postcards while watching House, etc.

Oh, and the weekend was a blast! Homecoming on Saturday was fun, though we really just hung out with everyone we see fairly regularly anyway. Sunday we came down to my parents' house to go mountain biking together and wow is my new bike awesome! Hills came easier, turns were smoother and faster...lovely, just lovely. Mitch stayed down through Monday (Columbus Day = bank holiday) and rode with one of Dad's friends while I worked, and then we went out to dinner together before my college fair.

Highlight of my week so far: I brought Chipper with me and he is super cuddly at night. Last night I woke up to find his head nuzzled against my shoulder. Awww.

Gotta go - work to be done, I suppose!

Thursday, October 05, 2006

New Bike!

This will probably be of the most interest to Robin, but I'm posting it for all of you because I am soooo excited!

Tuesday night I'm on my way home from a college fair when Mitch calls to tell me about his day in Traverse City, where he was taking classes for work. He told me he had some time to kill, so he went to a bike shop there and started talking to a guy about bikes for me. See, my K2 is a good "starter bike," but I already had to replace the derailleur, the frame is heavy, etc. Since it's the end of the season, lots of places are having good sales, so Mitch has been all about doing a little (OK, a lot of) research.

Anyway, the bike he found was a Scott Contessa 20, which is a WSD (women specific design) bike with as good as or, in some cases, better components than his bike. He was certain I would like it, but I stuck to my practical guns and said I wanted to demo one before we bought one, even though the deal was incredible.

So Wednesday, as I only had one high school to visit, I spent the afternoon visiting the local bike shops in South Lyon and Brighton, talking about different kinds of bikes. One of the main things I was trying to determine was for what brands were the WSDs just smaller frames with different pait jobs, and for what brands were they actually geometrically different. If you're curious, Trek WSDs are essentially the same as the regular bikes, whereas Specialized bikes and Scotts are are pretty different.

One of the places I went was D&D in Brighton, where the salesguy was awesome and talked to me for about 30 minutes. He had great things to say about the Scotts and even said if I came back when their female salesperson was working, I oculd probably take her Scott out for a spin. He quoted me a couple of pretty good prices but said they would price match. He also told me the Scott Contessa 20 was not in stock there, but he could order me one.

At this point, I am not considering buying a bike. If I was, I would have taken the Scott they did have in the store out for a spin around the parking lot, even though it was raining. Anyway, I called Mitch and told him all about my adventures and the new knowledge I gained, and he said he went back to the Traverse bike shop to see about demos, but they had sold all of them. We also compared prices, and the Scott Contessa 20 in Traverse was over $100 cheaper than it was in Brighton. At this point, I am finally recongizing what an amazing deal this could be, but I'm still reluctant to spend $630 on a bike without test riding it. So I ask Mitch (I'm in the car driving to another college fair at this point) to call D&D and see if (1) they will in fact price-match and (2) I can ride the other Contessa they do have in stock the next day. So he does, and the good news was that they would match the price and let me test one, but the bad news was that the manuacturer doesn't have any more of these bikes! They are '06 models and they've stopped making them!

Decisions, decisions...in the end, I gave into the persuasive powers of my husband and my own desire for a better bike, so I am now the proud owner of this beauty. When you look at the picture, imagine it with a blue and silver paint job and no disc brakes. Then put clipless pedals on it and picture me on the seat! According to Mitch, he followed the golden rule of buying a bike for your wife and purchased me a better quality bike than he rides.

And now, it's time to wrap up my entry and take my old bike out for one last hurrah!

Monday, October 02, 2006

From my mobile office...

Another Monday....it was a great weekend though! Mitch and I spent tons of time together working around the apartment, climbing at Alma, shopping in Midland, cooking an amazing dinner on Saturday, going to our wonderful church, strolling around Dow Gardens (my first trip ever!) and watching the Lions almost beat St. Louis.

By the way, I want to go on record and say I am a lifetime Lions, Tigers, Wings, and Pistons supporter, no matter how good or bad those teams do. Everyone should stop being so hard on the Lions and just root for them to make a turnaround like the Tigers!

Charlotte - Jen from the previous entry is Jen Conkey, a 2006 Alma grad and a rock climbing buddy of mine. I don't remember whereabouts in Minnesota she lives, though.

This week is going to be pretty busy, as I have college fairs every single night. That means 2+ hours of smiling big and trying to convince everyone that Alma is the best place for them in two or so minutes, before brightly encouraging them to "fill out a card and I'll send you some more information!" Argh. Well, time to get some real work done before I have to head back out!

Monday, September 25, 2006

Tired of being...tired.

So begins another week of travel. This week I'm all over, from Bloomfield Hills to Ann Arbor to Rochester. I'm currently at the library (where else?) waiting 'til it's time to head back to the city for another visit. Tonight I might go to Jo-Ann's with my mom to look for a Halloween costume pattern, since I'll be dressing up for the first time in years! I guess that's what happens when you decide to host a party...

Speaking of parties, this weekend was Jon's housewarming bash in Lansing. I had a great time hanging out with lots of people, some of whom I haven't seen in awhile. Jen flew in from Minnesota, and I got to pick her up at the airport Saturday evening. Mim, Mel and I brought an obnoxious "Welcome Jen" sign, but she sais she loved it and would hang it up in her bedroom at home. Other than that, we all just hung around, played Catch Phrase and ping-pong, and generally had a good time. The downside of that was not getting much sleep, as well as having to say 'bye to Mitch for the next week. I miss him tons and hope this week goes really fast.

Oh argh, I had another question for everyone to ponder and I don't remember what it was. Oh well - I guess I should hop on trusty Yahoo Maps and get some directions to my next school. Take care, everyone, and I hope you're enjoying the beginning of what is sure to be a gorgeous fall!

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

A Real Update

Yes, I know it's been a long time. Work was really busy the past few weeks, getting ready for travel season and all that. Now I am officially a road warrior once again, visiting high schools in Oakland, Livingston, Washtenaw, Lenawee and Monroe counties. I've also sort of moved back in with my parents during the week, as South Lyon is not a bad "home base" for my adventures. So far everything has gone well, but I'm finding that Yahoo Maps is not really any more reliable than Mapquest.

Other than work, we've been having lots of fun, mostly with Ray and Kristy during the week. We do movie night (OK, movie, popcorn and Captain Morgan night) with them every Wednesday, and last Saturday we all went out to B-Dubs for drinks in the evening. Which turned into drinking games at our apartment. Which turned into a sleepover. "Never have I ever sat around drinking with three other people on a Saturday night because there's nothing else to do." Well, we all had to drink on that one!

I guess one of the things that's been on my mind lately is a sort of silent falling out I'm currently having with one of my best friends. I prefer not to rehash it over the Internet, but I would love some insight on the concept of "best friends." Why are girls, from a very young age, so obsessed with having a best friend? What does a best friend ideally mean, and what has it actually meant for you or people you know? At what point is it no longer important to have a best friend, or at what point in your life do you find the concept of a best friend irrelevant? What happens when you don't think you can name a best friend anymore? Do "grown-ups" really need best friends?

OK, that's all for now. I'm going to tear down the shop I set up daily in the Lyon Township Public Library, change out of my suit, and think about a mountain bike ride at Island Lake before taking my mom out to dinner. Today is a good day. :)

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Mitch's Results

You are a

Social Conservative
(35% permissive)

and an...

Economic Conservative
(63% permissive)

You are best described as a:

Republican




Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid
Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

What happened to my friend?

I tossed the ball her way and waited for it to come sailing back. Instead, she looked at it for a moment, pondered what it could mean, and nonchalantly tossed it to the side of the court. Then, with a shrug of her shoulders, she walked away and left me there, still waiting.

Monday, September 11, 2006

What I Want to Be When I Grow Up

A caring, capable wife
A loving mother
A true Christian
A good friend.
A successful career-woman
An independant woman
A compassionate woman
A smart, confident woman.
An adventurous soul
A risk-taker
A boundary-pusher
A world-traveler.
A comfortable homemaker
A safety net
A motivating coach
A community volunteer.

Me.

Quiz I Stole from Ryan :)

You are a

Social Conservative
(36% permissive)

and an...

Economic Conservative
(61% permissive)

You are best described as a:

Centrist




Link: The Politics Test on OkCupid Free Online Dating
Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

Thursday, September 07, 2006

"Good Monsters"

Jars of Clay's new album, "Good Monsters," is out! You can listen to the whole thing for FREE here and buy it on iTunes for $10. I highly recommend it - it's different from any other Jars record I've heard. Enjoy!

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

For Posterity

I might not have a great "green thumb," but here's proof that I can grow flowers on my balcony:















A gerber daisy - I haven't had many, but it's worth the wait when they bloom.



Some flower growing out of a can. It was a creative Christmas present that I never thought I'd be able to keep alive!



A variation of the morning glory. It has successfully climbed up the lattice-work and blooms like this every morning!

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

How did it used to be?

We grew up and grew apart.

I guess you could say it’s as simple as that.

I’ve been trying to put it into words, how this happened. It’s about who they’ve become and who I’ve become.

I want to be active, look for adventure, test my self-sufficiency and push some boundaries, whether it’s a rugby game on a chilly beach or a climbing trip down South. They want to hit up trendy clubs, sample vegetarian cuisine and go to foreign films. I’ll take a weekend at the Silver Lake Sand Dunes and take it for the good time it’s worth, but they’d ridicule it for its lack of sophistication. I’ll hop on the back of a motorcycle, and they’d tell me how dangerous it is. I’ll go to church to learn and worship and question, and they’d tell me just how simple everything is, which tells me they haven’t sat down and thought about anything.

They never come out and say it, but I feel their disapproval and judgment as acutely as I did during high school. Maybe I never got past being insecure. Maybe I just pretend.

I feel like an outsider with them. An afterthought. A low priority. “Getting together” when we’re all in town means spending half an hour sitting around someone’s parents’ kitchen table, or quickly exchanging obligatory Christmas presents in a living room where we used to spend hours goofing around.

I love them, though. I miss who we were but accept who we’ve become. I’d give anything for a weekend with my girls, just my girls, to reacquaint ourselves with each other, to discover the how we’ve changed and how we’ve stayed the same. I’d love to know, once and for all, that I don’t have to prove myself or justify my choices for them to love me, too.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Funny Story

At lunch today, I grabbed my climbing gear and went down to the wall to set a boulder route. As I was trying to negotiate a creative way across the crack, I remembered this funny story:

Senior year, Mitch and I went with a big group of Alma students to this job fair in Lansing. One company, Stryker, was doing short onsite interviews where they asked each candidate the same questions and decided who to call back for a more extensive interview. When the interviewer asked me to give an example of a time when I showed persistence in accomplishing a task, I told her about this one particular boulder route on our climbing wall (I believe it was set by Jon Naile and was called "Dr. Putz") and how I've been trying to master it for weeks now. Somehow, Mitch ends up with the same lady (there were about five different people interviewing students) and he gave the same example. He said she looked at him funny and told him he should meet this girl she just interviewed! He told her we were engaged. :)

Today's Thankfuls

I just got nailed for actually asking questions in a meeting. Apparently I should have gone to my coworker privately to ask questions about a new visit program that impacts the entire staff. So, because that sort of steams me, I'm rearranging my focus to those things for which I am thankful this week:

-Spending time at the lake with Kristy and Ray
-Attending our long-neglected church
-Taking a long, restful nap
-Eating dinner with my grandparents, aunt, and cousin
-Watching TV with my favorite quilt and, because he loves the quilt so much, my favorite cat
-Falling asleep as the "little spoon"
-Hearing a few or my favorite songs on the radio
-Knowing God is with me always

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Brief Update

I have 500+ postcards awaiting my signature, but I haven't really updated in awhile, so here goes.

-The freshmen move in on Saturday and my OCs are sailing thorugh their training week. So far, no big drama. Hope it stays that way.

-Enrollment is low and now that everyone is back on campus, Admissions might as well wear a bulls-eye t-shirts so everyone knows where to aim. It hasn't been too bad, but everyone keeps asking, "How are you guys handling everything over there?" Um, we moved on from this class a month ago and are busy preparing strategies to make sure next year's class is better. Our job is more complicated than you think.

-Last weekend at the dunes was awesome. A truck flipped over and we watched a Hummer right it, but not before the DNR got there to issue tickets. No one's insurance is valid out there, either.

-I love all my friends dearly, but sometimes I want to smack some of them upside their heads and make them realize all they have to be thankful for. We all fall in the trap of wanting to throw the occasional pity party, or spend time questioning whether we are following the right path. But that's different than calling yourself a failure for all of cyberspace to read. Suck it up.

-Rum does not cure the common cold. I tried that last night and the experiment was not successful. Someone pass me a Kleenex before a sneeze all over my computer!

-I got this insane craving for a fall bonfire earlier this week. Crisp air, crunchy leaves, that autumn smell...I want it all, with some hot apple cider to top it off!

That's all - sorry it's so choppy.

Monday, August 21, 2006

My Chipper Cat

Vicky and Dan have posted a few photos of their terribly cute kitties, and even though Chip is not a kitten anymore, he still does some goofy stuff, like thinking he can go on our climbing trip with us just by sneaking into my pack...

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Signs?

Someone is trying to tell us we should not ride our bikes anymore. Riding the Potowatami Trail on Sunday, Bobby and I broke our chains and Mintch broke the ziptie that held his brake cable in place. Yesterday, as Mitch began his ride to Alma after work, he broke a spoke on his wheel. Hmmmm...

In other news, though, the Alma climbing wall is pretty much ready to go. We busted our butts for four hours last night and got holds on most of the wall, plus hung all new ropes. It looks hot, and now we're just trying to set some routes. Finally!

Monday, August 14, 2006

My new friend

This weekend, Mitch and I had a great time playing with a little girl named Jenna. She's a cute, blonde pixie of a girl with a contagious laugh, and glowing smile, and the ability to charm everyone around her. She had Mitch chasing her, me swimming with her, and both of us playing hide and go seek until we ran out of places to hide.

You'd never know it, but Jenna's very sick. She has a genetic disease called PKD, which basically means her liver, kidneys and spleen are enlarged. In most cases like hers, infants don't live more than a few hours, but she'll be five in October and is doing very well. You can read her story here.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Waiting...

...for my group of families to get done with their tours so we can eat lunch. In the meantime, I might as well post, just for fun. It's been a relatively mellow week around here. I got a tetnus shot on Monday that prevented much physical activity for the first few days, but on Thursday I started working with our new rec center director to get the wall up and running. Joe, a climber who's been here all summer, took all the holds down and ran them through the Saga dishwashers. The new director ordered all new ropes, shoes, biners, ATCs and harnesses, so we have two weeks to get all the holds up, the new ropes hung, and all the new gear inventoried. I think she's going to keep a tighter leash on the wall, like Amy a few years ago, which will be really good.

After working on the wall on Thursday, Mitch and I played two-on-two volleyball with Ray and Kristy. Then they cam back to our place for a movie, homemade popcorn and drinks. I fell asleep, but I think it was a good movie. Last night we met Kristy and Ray for dinner at Ruby Tuesday's, then spent the evening doing laundry, cleaning up, and keeping Bruce's guitar from feeling neglected.

Today, obviously, I'm working, but when I get done we're going to my parents' for the weekend. The weather is just so nice that I need to ride my mountain bike. And (I can't remember if I posted this before) Bobby bought me clipless pedals and shoes! He actually went to the bike store and came home with four pairs so I could find the right style and size. Just because. He really is an amazing guy, and some girl is going to be crazy-lucky to get him someday.

All right, I've run out of mindless things to write, so I'll stop. Happy Weekend!

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Honk honk!

There's a cheerleader outside my window, shaking her pom-pons to welcome the high schoolers participating in this week's cheer camp. Of course, every male driver that speeds by thinks she is there for him, so I've been listening to car horns all morning.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Back to the real world

I had a great four-day weekend, full of good times with friends and family. Bruce came up on Thursday morning and we didn't do much but catch up 'til Mitch got home from work. Then we met Kristy and Ray at B-Dubs to celebrate Kristy's successful final exams and Ray's equally successful attack on the DAT. Us girls wanted to go out to Ray's lake, but the boys said it was too far to drive (half an hour?!?!?) and we ended up just going back to our place and drinking the night away.

On Friday, Mitch, Bruce and I were supposed to go climbing at Grand Ledge, but when we got down there, we discovered we hadn't brought enough webbing for our anchor points. As no climbing gyms open until the evening, we just went mini-golfing and returned to Mt. Pleasant to watch movies and relax until everyone came over for Bruce's Belated Birthday Bash. It was the most random night: dinner at The Cabin, Ultimate Frisbee, swimming, bowling, Catch Phrase, Trivial Pursuit 'til 4 am, and of course, a good amount of alcohol thrown in there. Everyone seemed to have a great time, especially Bruce - and that's what counts.

By Saturday afternoon, the stay-over guests were gone, the apartment was straightened up, and Mitch and I were on the road, heading down to my parents' house for mountaing biking and general fun. Turns out we spent a good portion of our time with my old friend, Ryan, and his girlfriend, Ani. Ryan and I have stayed pretty close all throughout college, even after he stopped dating one of my best friends. He visited me at Alma more than anyone else and is always up for a good time. With the real world's claw in both of us, we haven't hung out in a long time, but we made up for it by getting together both Saturday and Sunday. His girlfriend, Ani, used to date another friend of ours and honestly, I never liked her all that much when she was with Dave. Turns out there was a pretty good reason why she never seemed very nice around him, but now that she's with Ryan, I'm seeing the "real" girl. She and I talked a lot, and I told her how glad I was that Ryan has found a nice, fun girl. They're well on their way to making this a pemanent thing, too, and based on my experiences with them this weekend, I'm very happy for them.

And of course, we went mountain biking. Actually, we rode paved trails on Saturday evening, but hit the real trails at Brighton on Sunday morning. I felt good and was not too far behind Ryan most of the time. I get to ride with Bobby tonight, too, because I have to go home for a doctor's appointment. Um, not all that fun, but biking again should make up for it.

I think that's all the new from here. Remember everyone, Bruce has seven more months to go in Iraq, so keep those prayers coming. He's also reconnected with his old fiancee, who seems to make him happier than anyone in the world, so prayers for their rekindled flame - with wishes for a happily ever after - might also be nice.