Yummy!

Check out our amazing dinner from Saturday night:



The ribs are hard to see, but they were the best part! Some people think ribs are hard to cook well, but they're surprisingly easy. You just season them up, put them in foil packets and bake them on a cookie sheet for about 2 hours. Then you stick them on the grill (or under the broiler), slathered with BBQ sauce, and crisp them up a bit. The meat falls right off the bone!



Of course, the party potatoes (cheesy baked hash browns) and tomato basil bowtie salad were great, too. We have such good dinners when we're home to cook!

This weekend was a really nice one. We went to check out a new mountain bike trail being built in Lansing on Saturday morning, then spent the afternoon cleaning up the apartment and cooking our yummy meal. On Sunday, we went to church, did a bit of shopping (found the perfect bathing suit, finally!) and played our second-to-last church league volleyball game. Now we're just hanging out, watching some TV (a rarity, since we only have four stations!) and cuddling. Here's hoping this week goes as well as the weekend!

Ragin'

The Captain is working his magic and dulling the anger, but I'm still steamed. Three things:

1. My VP asking me, in a conversation about how busy I am, whether it's my new responsibilities with alumni that were making me so busy. No shit, Sherlock. You're getting two for the price of one here. Obviously that makes me busy. Common sense.

2. My director telling me a certain figure was being considered for an addition to my salary, to cover the eventual loss of my car and the raise my new position is supposed to give me. It's not even enough to cover the loss of the car - which I emphatically told him. Gee, that's a fine way to value me and the extra work I've been doing for the past few months and will continue to do through the summer, for no extra money until July. I made it clear I would not accept the position under those terms.

3. Our realtor finally doing something ridiculous enough to prompt an email terminating our relationship. Long story short, she neglected to inform us of a house that met all our criteria and was a steal to boot until three weeks after the price was reduced. When I did hear of it, I told her I wanted to see it and she told me, "Oh, it's been sold." In addition, she sucks at communicating and follow-up, and hasn't researched the status of a house in foreclosure that we would really like. See ya.

Oh Captain, my Captain - drink time!

Home Sweet Home

I stopped posting from New York because I was in such a negative mood, but now I'm home and happy!

I actually got back to Michigan on Monday evening, but spent all day today with my mom. We went shopping for wedding and shower gifts (the first of many, for this summer) and went to see my new second cousin, Charlie. He's just a couple months old and he's a doll!

Oh, the bathing suit came in the mail but I'm not sure I'm crazy about it. This weekend might include a trip to PacSun to try on some other options. Guess I better get back to working out on a regular basis if I want to be happy standing in front of a mirror, trying on bathing suits...

Pea Soup

At street level, it's not bad at all. But up here on the 25th floor, the evening fog is so thick I can't see a thing other than my reflection staring back at me from, ghostlike. Every once in awhile, a light winks through, letting me know I'm not just floating away up here.

One more night, then on to a new place.

New Pet Peeve

When you stand behind a table for three hours and speak to very few students, you do a lot of people watching. As my feet were killing me from my new heels (had to buy 'em - the old ones broke), I found myself focused on people's feet as they meandered by, and thus developed an intense irritation to the shuffling sound people make when they refuse to PICK UP THEIR FEET as they walk.

I'll give the flip-flop wearers a little break, but the biggest culprits: Ugg boot-wearers. Shuffle-shuffle-shuffle, I'm too lazy to walk like a proper person. I bet they wear through a lot of shoes.

And with that, I think I'm going to find a mall and do some browsing to kill the rest of the day. Wish me luck!

Lessons from the Road

Or: What I've Learned in Upstate New York

1. Without some sort of special programming, GPS units from the States don't work in Canada. Whoops.

2. Class in Oakland county doesn't even begin to compare to the kind of class they have here. A fully uniformed, smartly mannered concierge? Wow.

3. I am every bit the small-town girl, and it's apparent. Especially to the concierge.

4. At fancy hotels, no one swims in the pool. If you go down there to swim laps, you'll have the place all to yourself and be a source of amusement for the staff.

5. I am way too thrifty. OK, cheap. Even when the College is footing the bill, I'm having trouble coming to grips with the cost of breakfast here. $4.50 for a bowl of oatmeal?!?! I can buy a whole tub of instant oats for less than that. And an extra $3 to have it delivered to my room? Heavens, I am so much more at home in a Super 8 with a continental breakfast.

To be continued after tomorrow's college fair, I'm sure.

Overload!

This week has been so busy! On Thursday, I'm heading out of town for work and there's a ton to do before I feel comfortable leaving the office for almost a whole week. Financial aid calls, flash drive loading and mailing (we send all deposited students flash drives with the fight song on them - cool, huh?), web updates, portal updates, email blasts...and on top of this, my two student interns can't work for the next two weeks due to end of the term/senior year obligation. Argh! I definitely depend on them for a lot! Plus we have an event on Saturday, so I've had to train and prep my OCs to operate without me there. Phew!

Oh, I ordered the first bathing suit. It was my favorite, too, but the other one was more like suits I've bought in the past. I can't wait for it to arrive! The brand, Athleta, is expensive but I'm hoping they'll send me coupons now. I found tons of other cute stuff in their most recent catalog!

OK, time to start this crazy day!

Time for your input!

It's time for me to make a very serious decision, and because I value the input of my intelligent, thoughtful friends, I'm asking for your help.

What bathing suit should I buy this summer?

I've found two suits I like:

Choice One
Choice Two

Please feel free to leave your thoughts and preferences on color, style, etc. Thanks to our tax return, I'm not looking for a good deal...just a smokin' suit in which to spend my summer days on the lake!

A Wonderful Easter

Growing up, Easter service at Metropolitan United Methodist Church was a yearly tradition. We'd get up early, search for our Easter baskets, get dressed in our nice new clothes (I loved getting Easter dresses!) and head to church for a pancake breakfast with my grandparents. My grandparents have almost always attended Metropolitan, even before they were married. Grandma played in the bell choir, which always performed during worship, and Grandpa has been the bell choir director for over thirty years. Now he also directs the youth bell choir and is well-loved by everyone. At Grandma's funeral, which was fittingly held in the same sanctuary in which she married Grandpa, young couples from the church shared how the patriarch and matriarch of the Eccles family have been role models for their marriage.

At Easter breakfast, we'd wolf down pancakes and sausage, all the while being introduced to scores of people who knew my father from his youth. After breakfast, Dad would wander around the huge, old church with us, taking us to all the places he used to explore as a child. He told us stories of sneaking out of Sunday service to climb the stairs to the bell tower - or Deadly Tower, as he calls it - and lamented when the church changed the locks, negating the sweeping access Grandpa's set of skeleton keys gave us.

While Dad would sometimes help us slip quietly out for some more adventures, most years we'd have to sit through the whole, agonizingly long service. Old Rev. Quick's "Good News from the Graveyard" sermon made little sense to a kid, and even an adolescent, whose main concern was how to quietly unwrap the Easter candy she'd stashed in her pretty Easter purse. And there was little hope of hiding or appearing visibly distracted: the Eccles clan always sits front and center in the balcony, and we're usually the only people up there besides the bell choir.

As I got older and actually began to understand the Christian faith and the ramifications of the crucifixion and the resurrection - which, I am almost ashamed to say, did not happen until college - I was still less-than-moved by Easter service at Metropolitan. After the the energetic, expressive worship services at Alma and our subsequent church homes, the traditional Methodist service, with its impossible hymns and piercing soprano solo of "Alleluia," made me fidget in the wooden pews and wish I still had a cache of candy in my purse. The unfortunate "pastor drought," which produced a short but painful string of truly awful ministers with uninspired Easter sermons (and questionable ethics), didn't help, either.

So I love our Easter tradition for the familial ties we have to Metropolitan, for the architectural beauty of the old church and for the memories it awakens, but in I've been feeling like this isn't always the best way for Mitch and me to celebrate the most holy of Christian holidays. This year was pretty good - a better pastor and an amazing organist who performed a sanctuary-shaking arrangement of Tocatta Organ Symphony No.5 - but I'm glad that we've struck a balance and will be attending Metropolitan every other year, giving us a chance to form our own traditions and find ways to truly experience the weight of all Jesus sacrificed for us.

B-Law Break

I've been plugging away on my Business Law homework for the better part of two hours now, and it's time for a little break. I really liked this class at the beginning because we did a lot of application to real cases, and we had to be responsible with knowing all about specific cases when the material was covered. But for this section and the previous section, Dr. Cameron hasn't gone through as many case examples, nor has she assigned them to us and let us hash them out in class. That definitely hindered my performance on the previous test, and the speed with which she's flying through our current chapters, trying to get back on track, is not doing anything for me, either. Luckily, our next "celebration" is a take home, so I should do pretty well.

In other school-related news, I got accepted to U of M Flint's MBA program, so barring a personal catastrophe, I'll be starting that in the fall. Now I need to apply for scholarships, fill out the paperwork for tuition reimbursement at Alma, file the FAFSA to try to get some federal loans to cover the rest, get my deposit in, etc. etc. Lots to do - good thing I found out I have 14 and a half vacation days to use between now and July 1! I'll definitely be taking a couple of those to work on grad school and house hunting stuff.

(We're not actively looking for a house, really. There are just some in the area I'd like to see, because I think they'd be really good deals.)

What else, what else...nothing, really. Mitch has been working on his mountain bike obsessively over the past week or so, replacing the rims and getting it all ready for the spring thaw. As soon as the earthwormies come out, we'll be able to hit the trails. Oh, and his birthday was last Sunday, so we celebrated up at Boyne City with my family. It was Crazy Days at Boyne Mountain, so while we didn't ski (warm and too many drunks on the hill), we did go over to hang out with my brother and his friends. Let me tell you right now, stay out of the hot tub - it was gross! But is was pretty entertaining to watch a 12-year old boy going around to every girl saying, "You want some beads? Show me your boobs!" (Note to self: Future DeYoung children will be barred from attending Crazy Days until they are of legal drinking age.)

OK, back to B-Law. Must finish this chapter...

Weekend Highlights

Alumni Board Meeting - In my new position here in Admissions, I'm a "ex-officio" member of the Alma College Alumni Board, so I go to meetings, give updates and sit on the Admissions sub-committee. It was really neat to meet so many successful, committed alums, even if I had to answer a lot of tough questions. And those answers were not necessarily satisfactory to me, because I don't have concrete "plans" yet and won't be able to really work on them until summertime. Still, I got some compliments and the expectations are high.

Homemade studded tires - Mitch got tired of not being able to go mountain biking because of all this snow and ice, so he got his old tires from my parents' house (hey, we can only store so much biking gear in the apartment!), bought 300 sheet metal screws, and drilled the screws into his tires from the inside out. They are mean-lookin' things - I'll try to add a photo later - but he took them out to Island Lake and said they were awesome!

Summer planning - We booked our campsites for our Mammoth Cave trip this summer, so we're officially going! We're looking forward to hiking, caving, biking, campfires, adventure and time with the Long-Slades. Other than that, our summer will be consumed by weddings and the related festivities (we have four to attend and are in the wedding parties for two of them) and mountain bike races. Yeah!

Friday Night with the DeYoungs

This has been a rare but lovely evening. Most of the time, it feels like Mitch and I are running all over the place - literally. This winter, most evenings have been focused on working out in preparation for our upcoming mountain bike races. We've been taking turns on the trainer, tightening our cores on the exercise ball and strengthening our shoulders with the free weights. But our various illnesses made us put those priorities on hold as we healed, so tonight we spent our time on our calm hobbies: I've been scrapbooking (something I haven't done in a couple of years now) and Mitch has been playing his guitar. It's so nice to sit in our apartment, in the soft glow of the lamps, listening to the soothing bubbling of the fish tank and the sound of Mitch strumming on the guitar while poring over memories.

The Arsenal

Between my bronchitis, Mitch's cold and the new addition to our litany of current illnesses - Mitch's kidney stone - we are, yes, taking all these remedies!

The good news: after my entire day off, I'm ready to go back to work tomorrow. Also, Mitch passed his kidney stone at the hospital (at about 4:30 am - 15 minutes after we got there) and after his day of rest, he's also going back to work tomorrow. Our lazy day was needed, but we're sick of the couch!

Health Update

Yup, it's bronchitis. I figure I had a cold, started to feel better, then aggravated my immune system by going skiing and not sleeping well all weekend. Lovely. I called in on Monday, went in for the morning today before crashing, and will probably do an afternoon stint at work tomorrow. I HATE being sick, and if you were to scroll back through blog entries, you won't find any illnesses but the common cold. It's been ages since I've been laid up like this and I'm WAY tired of it! But I'll just try to be patient and rest up. It's a good week for it: Alma's on Spring Break and the pace at the office has slowed way down.

Well, now that I've checked my email and the usual blogs, I'm going back to finish my book. I'm reading Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follet and am really enjoying its intricacies. It's the kind of book I'll probably revisit this summer, when I don't feel the need to plow through it at a furious pace. Do all the rest of you read your books multiple times? I always feel like I get more out of them the second and third times.

State Champ!

Big congratulations go out to my cousin, Jeff Thompson, who is the MHSAA Boys State Champion in slalom skiing!

I can't help being proud, not just because he is my cousin, but because nine years ago, my friends and I started the varsity ski team at South Lyon High School. We had tons of help from my aunt and uncle (Jeff's parents), don't get me wrong, but the idea, the recruitment and the countless drop-in meetings with the Athletic Director came from yours truly and a good friend of mine. He and I were the team's first captains and while that first season was pretty terrible in terms of talent, it laid the groundwork for success in the seasons that followed. I can easily credit that team's improvement to the dedication of my aunt and uncle, who not only coach the team but host the entire group of rowdy high schoolers at their cabin for training camp at Boyne Mountain.

So congrats again to Jeff and his family - the Lions are a force to be reckoned with out on the slopes!

Getting well?

Not exactly, but thanks for all the well-wishes, friends! I definitely overdid it this weekend, but it was worth it! See, we'd had the trip to Searchmont planned for awhile and love that place so I wasn't about to miss it. The skiing was amazing...so much snow, and tons of places to go tree-skiing! Seriously, about a third of the mountain is purposefully undeveloped, so you can start off on this little windy trail, then shoot into the woods in any direction and get lost for about 20 minutes before making your way back to the lift. It was awesome!

Home Sick

I finally gave in and took a day off. Since last Wednesday, I've basically been struggling through each day, coming home exhausted (though trying not to show it) and just not getting better. See, it's a really busy time of the year for visits so I was meeting with lots of families and they were pretty much sucking the life out of me. I feel like I should be at work as long as I'm upright, but when your VP asks you to go home halfway through the day, you know you're in bad shape. So I called in this morning, slept almost 12 hours, and plan to spend the day doing a whole lot of nothing. Good thing our couch is very comfortable!

I'm not really a fan...

...but here's one thing I do like about Justin Timberlake: he doesn't take himself too seriously.

Case in point: "It's my dick in a box!" (Tim, I'm so reminded of our trip to NC, where you kept singing this in line at ALDI! Oh, and I found an ALDI close-ish to St. Johns so I can buy those Grandessa bars you got me hooked on!)

And for some reason, I really like his Pepsi commercial...mostly just the, "Hey, you," at the end.

And since I'm on a funny video kick, check this one out:



Now that is a work of creative genius!

Monday's Pet Peeve

You know how sometimes the answer to a question in in an easily accessible location and could be determined with a minimal amount of effort? Well, I hate when people ask me a question without even trying to find the answer for themselves!

Coworker: Laurie, where is the transfer recommendation form on the website?
Me: Did you look for it?
Coworker: Not much...

(I might add that the transfer recommendation form, which is always included as a part of our application, can be found on the "Apply to Alma" part of our website by *gasp* downloading our application. Whodah thunk it?)

Argh!

Rainy Sunday

With this lovely cold, all I want to do is sleep. I got almost 12 hours of sleep last night and I feel like I could still curl up on the couch and conk out for another couple...or maybe for the rest of the day. I even passed up the chance to see Kristy and Ray last night, and sent Mitch to Ann Arbor without me so I could rest up. I'm dreading volleyball tonight; I'm afraid I'll play as poorly as I feel!

Mitch should be home soon, so maybe that will give me a little pick-me-up. Maybe I will take a little snooze 'til he gets here...

...zzzz...

He's "That Guy"

So my dad is "That Guy" who forwards all the emails, and the one he sent me today listed 25 ways to tell you're "grown up." The one I thought was particularly funny was #25:

"What you find out your friend is pregnant, you congratulate her instead of asking, 'Oh shit, what the hell happened?'"

So true!

And now I'm paying...

If you stop taking your vitamins because you're too lazy and cheap to order new ones...

If you have crappy dinners because you can't muster up the energy to cook...

If you're not taking care of your body and everyone around you is sick...

Your traditionally strong immune system with fail and you'll end up with the crud.

Now I'm going to order my vitamins while digesting my first hearty meal all week, and hope this doesn't last too long.

Baked Oatmeal Recipe

Just for fun (and because I was emailing it to someone else), I thought I'd share one of my favorite breakfast recipes. This baked oatmeal is great to make for big crowds. For fruit, I've done apples (by themselves and with raspberries or cherries) and peaches (usually with blueberries). Both are awesome - make it and enjoy!

Baked Oatmeal

2 1/2 cups regular rolled oats
1/2 cup steel cut oats
2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon
2 cups milk
1 egg - beaten
1/3 cup applesauce
1/4 cup cooking oil
1/4 cup sugar
1/4 cup brown sugar
2 cups fresh fruit

1. In large bowl, combine oats, baking powder, salt and cinnamon.

2. In medium bowl, combine remaining ingredients, except fruit. Add to oat mixture, stirring until combined.

3. Turn in lightly greased 2-quart casserole dish. Bake uncovered for 20 minutes at 400 degrees Fahrenheit.

4. Remove from oven. Stir, then fold in fruit. Bake 20 more minutes.

Serves six people.

Putting it off...

I have a nice list of students to call, but I'm putting it off because I really hate phone calls. It's gotten better over the years because I have to do it so much, but I'd still rather do other things - like tell you about my weekend!

It was a very nice weekend, all in all. We ended up going to my parents' house because (a) we didn't think we had anything else going on, (b) Mitch's birthday present was in for us to pick up at REI and (c) Mom invited us for turkey on Sunday evening. Plus it's always nice to go home for a visit. Anyway, we spent Saturday night at Detroit's Winter Blast, which would have been cool if ice skating, sledding and campfires were foreign to us. As it was, we just walked around in the cold carrying our ice skates that got very little use on the overcrowded rink.

To our surprise, we discovered that reason (a) for coming downstate was not true: our church's volleyball league began on Sunday, so we had to cancel on the turkey dinner and made plans to leave in the late afternoon. On Sundaymorning, Mom and I tackled her haphazard boxes of 30+ years of photos in an effort to get them at least somewhat organized and in albums. We covered the entire floor of the living room and still had sorting to do after about four hours of work! Maybe it was a good thing we had to leave by 3 pm; otherwise, I think I would have buried myself under decades of Christmas photos!

Church league volleyball was pretty fun, though the competition is not what we're used to. We got lucky, though, and only have one real dud on the team on which we were placed. The other woman is solid, one of the guys is just athletic so he's picking it up OK and the other guy is older with what appears to be very little volleyball experience. We're definitely not at an awesome level ourselves, either, but I am proud to say that the majority of my serves went over!

Oh, and a mini-crisis erupted this weekend: where to stay for the June wedding we're attending (and in which I'm a member of the bridal party) in Traverse City! The matron of honor called to tell me everything at Crystal Mountain - the reception location - was either booked or ridiculously expensive. The bride had not blocked off any rooms for the wedding party or traveling guests, and we're not paying $200+ per night to share a condo for three days, so I went into problem solving mode and found some cabins for rent about 10 minutes from the resort. I'm waiting for some call-backs, but it looks like that is where we'll be staying even if others in the party decide to book one of those pricey condos. I can't decide if I think the bride will be upset with us going off-site for accommodations or not...oh well.

OK, I can't put it off any longer. Phone time. Yay...

Ha.

I just left a staff meeting feeling frustrated and overwhelmed by the amount of things people want to see changed, etc. Then I remembered: it's not like any of them are actually going to commit to doing anything about the issues they so passionately advocated, anyway. Talk is easy; taking on more responsibility doesn't taste quite so good.

Half-Full Glass

I keep wanting to post and complain about things, like how the art of a thank you has been lost, or how one of my student workers is having accountability issues, or how people always complain about driving in the winter when they know full well what to expect from Michigan.

But then I look outside, and I see all the snow falling, and I can't even justify the complaints I listed. What a lovely day!

Recipe for a Great Weekend

A flash of spontaneity
Good company - Mitch and Jon will do just fine
A few slices of G&D's pizza
4-5 hours of skiing at Caberfae; consistent snowfall preferable
One hot chocolate/beer break
A loaf of bread, summer sausage, two blocks of cheese, some crackers and blackberry jam
Two bottle of wine - one red, one white
One nighttime snowmobile ride
A couple hours of snoozing next to the fireplace
A good night's sleep in the bunk room
Eggs, pancakes and more hot chocolate for breakfast
A late morning sauna bath

Mix it all together at Jon's place in Lake City, enjoy, then follow with a Super Bowl party in Lansing!

Can you put a price on fitness and fun?

Cyclops trainer: I pay for it in sweat every time I ride it.
Camelbak hydration packs: Worth every penny on a hot summer day.



Bike shoes: About the same price as regular shoes.
Helmets: Cheaper than a closed head injury.
Clif bars: 4 for $1 at Meijer.



Dedicating your bathroom to bike storage: Priceless!

Lighten up!

My favorite blogs (and my own) have been very heavy lately - let's lighten it up!

Classic...

Ryan, new renderings? Tim, new baby pics? Robin, an eloquent yoga reflection? I need a break from work and class that does not involve analyzing abortion, sex education or health care! Don't get me wrong, I love our spirited discussions (you guys are really the only people with whom I enjoy discussing these types of issues, because of your intelligence, wit and above all, our level of mutual respect!) but my head is going to explode without something soothing.

I knew I would get sucked in...

Shall we call this piggy-backing, or leap frog?

I suppose, since I had a hand in fueling all this by responding to Robin’s blog, that I better defend on my position regarding abortion. Let’s take a look at Tim’s comment and my reactions:

T: I come down on Robin's side of this one. While I do agree that people in general should be held responsible for their actions, I think doing so in the case of an unwanted pregnancy causes more harm than good. It's a little trite, but there's been a great line thrown around: How can pro-lifers only care about the fetus UNTIL it's born, and not thereafter?

That’s an over-generalization, Tim, and you know it. Are you trying to tell me that only pro-choicers are educators, counselors, medical professionals, volunteers, etc. etc., many of whom dedicate theirs lives to helping children? I know you know that’s not the case.

T: Forcing a woman to bear a child for which she is emotionally or financially unprepared, or has been thrust upon her (pardon the diction) through rape or incest, is NOT a recipe for a healthy, happy, constructive childhood. Can the child overcome these things to go on and become a productive member of society? Certainly they could...but why should they have to? Shouldn't every child be wanted?

In the case of rape or incest, I want to agree with you. I would find it hard to want and love a child who was the result of something so horrible. If, however, a woman is not emotionally or financial unprepared to care for a child, why not consider adoption? For nine months of difficulty, a woman unable to care for her child can give that child a wonderful life with a family able and thrilled to provide it. I have personal experience with this, as my cousin was the child of an eighteen-year old mother who chose life for her, and chose my aunt and uncle as her parents.

Regarding your statement of, “Why should they have to?” I counter: why should they not have the opportunity? Why should we assume children from challenging backgrounds do not have the ability to fight their way to greater things? How many adults do you know who overcame apparently insurmountable odds to go on and make our world a better place?

T: I don't believe the government (who conservatives DON'T trust to get involved with properly distributing health care funds, administrating education, or making the right decisions regarding the legal status of cigarettes, alcohol, and other drugs) is best positioned to make a decision on behalf of an individual woman.

In the case of abortion, I don’t believe the government would be making a decision on behalf of an individual woman. I believe the government would be making a decision on behalf of a child who cannot make a decision for him or herself. So many laws are designed to protect minors, and while I understand pregnancy is a bit of a gray area because it directly, physically effects the mother, when we’re talking life vs. nine months, I choose to believe an entire life holds more weight.

T: However, I WOULD be willing to entertain the idea of eliminating abortion as a practice IF the government committed to providing full financial support for any child who would have been aborted, but was not because of the government's decree.

Would this be problematic? Hell yes. How do you differentiate between people who WOULD have gotten an abortion, and those who are only CLAIMING they would have for the sake of the "subsidy"? It'd be well-nigh impossible. Would this represent an enormous drain on the economy? Certainly.

But, if you're going to claim, as the government, that you know better than this woman what's right for the life of the child, despite NOT being aware of the financial, familial, and emotional context in which the child will be raised, I think you ought to put your money where your mouth is.

Would you consider, in the alternative, more funds and resources being focused on the adoption process? I’m not intimately familiar with the ins and outs of adoption, but that may be a more healthy option for the children. It would provide not only financial support, but a strong family structure and a sense of being wanted – none of which government funding can replace.

And now, for my thoughts on Ryan’s thoughts:

R: I largely agree.

Were you expecting that???? ;)

Seriously though, I have to keep telling people I'm not pro-choice as much as I am pro-individual freedom. As you point out, if I believe the govt. shouldn't get involved with forcing healthcare on everyone, or controlling our retirement funds, or telling us what we can watch on TV (and I do believe those things), then why should they decide what women do with their embryos? And I don't believe it's a "God mandate" that we should keep these people from going to Hell for killing innocent children, because a) I'm not the judge of that and b) What you do with your own unborn children is between you and God; I don't have anything to do with that relationship, nor should I.

Ryan, I like your take on this, but for reasons I covered in my responses to Tim’s comments, I think the issue of abortion is different than just a matter of telling us what to do or not do. I think we as a society do and should have something to do with the relationship between a parent and a child when a child’s well-being is at stake. That’s why we have laws against child abuse, after all.

R: However.

I think there are some reasonable limits that can be placed on when an abortion becomes unacceptable (such as, you know, first trimester in), for the simple reason that it encourages individual responsibility. How did partial-birth abortion come about, anyway? Someone was undecided whether or not to have a baby for nine months and suddenly came to a realization on the hospital bed? Frankly, I think if you haven't made a decision after nine months of pregnancy, well... you really have made a decision, haven't you?

My jury is still out on the idea of “reasonable limits.” While I see the practicality of saying, “Well, early-stage abortion might be OK in the case of rape, incest, or a medical emergency,” I can’t help but wonder if it’s right to exercise ultimate control over a human life: especially the innocent life of an unborn child. Is the mother’s level of comfort with her situation (i.e. rape or incest), or even the mother’s life (i.e. medical emergency) really more important that than of the child? I don’t know.

And now, some moderation: for better or worse, I believe abortion will remain legal in the United States. For me, it's not a huge factor in the political scene, but I would like to see some solid, legal limitations. For instance, partial birth abortion is cruel and wrong - I can't even comprehend a defense for it. Also, minors should not be able to get an abortion without parental consent; in most other legal issues, minors are not considered competent to make life-altering decisions, and I know abortion is life-altering for all involved.

I do believe that while pro-life citizens will probably not be able to change the legality of abortion, maybe they can help change things in a cultural sense. Rather than attacking abortion clinics or railing against the evils of abortion, maybe they can turn their efforts to the promotion of adoption. The impact of a positive, hopeful campaign can be long-lasting, especially when coupled with community education about adoption: the process, its benefits, etc. Maybe there are ways to make the adoption option more real and accessible in areas where abortion rates are highest. I could get behind that, and I daresay many pro-choice citizens could, too.

Thanks :)

I appreciate all your congratulatory posts - thank you! I'm really excited about this opportunity!

I read this column this morning and found it pretty accurate in terms of the presidential race. Here's hoping our candidates take note of it, too, and do what they can to lessen the annoyance.

Weekend plans? Work on Saturday - number two of three big scholarship competitions at Alma - and whatever I want on Sunday. Church, of course, but after that I'm not really sure. It hard to think past today, when my appointments with families are going to overlap all day long. Oh man, that means I can't go over my time with them, which always happens! We just get to talking, and before I know it, the hour is over.

Time to go!

Good News

Yesssss!

I am being offered a new set of responsibilities at work, and while the formal promotion won't happen until summer, I'm elated!

In a nutshell, I'll be covering two positions from now 'til July: I will still be responsible for my recruitment territory, the web/portal stuff and my other communication duties. I will also be working with students from New York and maintaining the processes regarding alumni referrals, alumni contact requests and other things related to our external constituencies. I get to keep my current student intern plus another one, and we're hoping to hire another rep to shadow me and provide assistance with recruitment. This summer, I will make my formal transition from senior assistant director to associate director and will negotiate my salary increase, which will include appropriate compensation for my vehicle. I made it clear that I expect the powers that be to compensate me appropriately in return for my loyalty and performance, and they assured me they have every intention of doing so. As far as job duties go, I'll have all the alumni and external constituency stuff, probably New York recruitment (since the bulk of the effort there revolve around building an alumni base), and most of my web/portal/communication duties. This means no more extended fall travel, and that completing my MBA in just 15 months (provided I get into U of M Flint) is looking much more possible!

It's daunting - but wahoo! Such blessings...

Seriously?!?!?!?!

Three sexes? Oh come on...

Losing a bit of sleep

Changes may be in the air, folks. First, I took the plunge and submitted my application to the University of Michigan - Flint. I'm still completing my statement of purpose (Ryan, would you mind taking a peek? I'd ask you, too, Tim, but it sounds like you're up to your ears in your own work, and mine is much less intense.) and finalizing my resume, but everything else (transcripts, GMAT scores, recommendations) is out of my hands and in the works.

Also, a new opportunity at work may (stress, MAY) be presenting itself. An associate director who works solely with alumni and other external constituencies is leaving, and she came to me with the news that she was going to recommend me for her position. Now, this position was new last year and while I think it was very valuable, no one knows if they're going to fill it or parcel the responsibilities out. I think I'd really like it, but there are two things keeping me up at night: would I even get it and how would I be able to meld it with some of the things I'm already doing? Also, what would happen to my students? My recruiting territory is so vital and volatile that we can't afford to lose these kids in a shuffle - plus I'd feel like a failure if the goals weren't met in that area. I'm so far ahead of myself on this; I shouldn't even be trying to play something out in my head that only has about a 50-50 chance of actually happening, but it's been making it very hard to fall asleep at night. In any event, I'll post news as it comes.

Productive Times

In the past week, I (or Mitch and I) have:

*Purchased a new car to replace the Fusion
*Scanned through 200+ real estate listings, identified some good ones, driven around to see them and recorded our impressions
*Written three briefs for Business Law
*Decided once and for all to apply to U of M Flint's MBA program, and handed out recommendation forms to my director and VP
*Been blessed with new bedroom furniture (it was my aunt's, but it's new to us!)
*Moved our possessions to a smaller storage unit, saving about $10 per month
*Bought a sundress for all the rehearsal dinners I'll be attending this summer
*Ordered beautiful wall shelves for our living room

What have I not been doing? Training like I should be. I have this whole series of things to do in preparation for mountain biking this spring, and I have this nice plan (it's even on my Outlook calendar!) to work out at lunch three days per week. But life happens, and sometimes it's hard to make working out a priority. But I'm trying and maybe, since I'm almost up to speed on my B-Law work, I'll be able to spend some time on the trainer tomorrow - after church, of course! I'm crazy-excited to be going in the morning!

As for tonight, I'm going to tuck in. Maybe a little nightcap and a movie are in order, or maybe I'll just curl up with Lance Armstrong's bio for motivation, cuddling my cat 'til I can't keep my eyes open any more. Either way, I'm calling today a success.

My favorite song from Caedmon's Call's "Overdressed"

Start Again
(emphasis added on my favorite parts)

I have a constant need for motion
I need to leave the past behind
To see all the good things I left dying come to life
So long I let the lies deceive me and I let them take their toll
I’m growing tired of the illusion I’m in control

Cause you are there in all my histories, my victories and pains
You are there in all my shadows, with forgiveness you are waiting
When I need a place to hide, when I need a place to hide

I need hope to start again
I need hope to start again
You give me hope, I need hope to start again

Into my own hands I take matters
Cause deep in my heart I stole the throne
Where you have always led so faithfully I know
Doesn’t it seem I’m always running
Most of the time it’s not to you
Give me faith to know your promises are true

Cause you are there in all my histories, my victories and pains
You are there in all my shadows, with forgiveness you are waiting
When I need a place to hide, when I need a place to hide,

I need hope to start again
I need hope to start again
You give me hope, I need hope to start again

Here is the place where I face my secrets
Where I lay them down

When I need a place to hide, when I need a place to hide
When I need a place to hide

I need hope to start again, I need hope to start again
You give me hope, I need hope to start again

Question:

"Would you prefer a blase surgeon remove your appendix or a very concerned plumber?"

Jungle Boogie!

Er, I mean, jungle ball. As in the type of volleyball played at the St. Johns open gym on Monday night. As in carries, net monkeys and general tomfoolery. As in non-regulation net heights and court sizes. As in something we will not do again.

Oh, but we were so excited! Volleyball! Visions of the intensity of those Mt. Pleasant Sunday nights danced through our heads, and while we knew not to expect the same level of wicked talent, we at least anticipated real games. But the motley crew played with no regard for the rules and the net was so low even I could hit. I probably even could have blocked had the need ever arisen. To make matters worse, we were in an auxiliary gym and when we got enough people for two nets, we just turned them sideways and played on ridiculously short courts with estimated lines: "Oh, we just sort of guess at the back line." Uh-huh...

Everyone there seemed to have a good time, so that's cool for them. It's just not somewhere we'd like to continue to play because it will screw us up for playing anywhere else. Most of my serves should not have even gone over and only made it because the net was so short. We don't want to reinforce bad habits!

In other news, yesterday I attended my first class in three and a half years. It was way awkward and it's going to be a PAIN since Cameron is the professor, but I think I'll learn a lot. And it will get me back into "academic mode" so I'm more prepared for grad school in the fall. Yee-haw!

All right, time to deal with some work-related issues that just popped up - gotta earn that salary!

Weekend Review

After all the running around for the holidays, it was very nice for things to get back to normal this weekend. Sure, we had to go downstate for my grandpa's surprise 85th birthday party, but we went down Saturday morning and were back that evening. Sunday was a very nice day: we tried a new church, Northpointe Community Church, and really liked it. It reminded us of our old church in Mt. Pleasant, MPCC, but smaller. The music was amazing and the pastor who delivered the message was an older, taller and whiter version of the wise, entertaining Marc Hong!

I guess they don't really have a full time pastor, though. The guy who spoke yesterday visits only occasionally but I get the impression he is well-loved by the congregation. Apparently, while they search for a new full-time pastor, three of the church elders take turns leading, depending on the series in which they are currently engaged. The nice lady at the welcome area said some people like it, some don't, but we will just have to see for ourselves. When we asked about small groups, this young guy popped over real quick and asked if we lived in Grand Ledge, because he just started a new group there. Unfortunately, that's a bit far away for us but it was nice to get a genuine invitation so quickly. The Welcome Lady even gave me her name and phone number, then took my email address so she could send me more small group info.

Also on Sunday, we made our first foray into the "see it" stage of the property search. We drove by four parcels of land in the St. Johns area and knocked them all off the list because they were just big fields. I did, however, organize the other 18 or so properties under consideration and start to map them out, using our trusty atlas. We'll probably go down to the Charlotte/Eaton Rapids area on Saturday to see some promising ones.

Other things are falling into place, too: I've recovered from a moderately icky sinus infection and have resumed training in preparation for the mountain bike season. We've also become members of the Michigan Mountain Biking Association's Mid-State Chapter, which we hope will help us meet more bikers in the area, and found open-gym volleyball, which starts tonight. And my Business Law class at Alma begins tomorrow; strangely, I'm looking forward to it, though I avoided the subject like the plague during undergrad.

Well, I have a meeting that requires some preparation, so off I go. Oh, and can I request some quick prayers of thanks? Mitch got in car accident this morning but everyone involved is fine and we have very good insurance. Mitch does say, though, that he is very impressed with the Ford Fusion's performance in a collision!

New Year's Eve

To get a true sense of the atmosphere at Jon's New Year's Eve party, you should watch this clip of us singing "Auld Lang Syne" to usher in the new year. Beware: it's very obnoxious and I think there's an F-bomb at the end, but it's mercifully short.



Shortly thereafter, we made a lovely discovery: Becky feeling the effects of the tequila a little too early in the evening. Who could resist such a photo op?



Well, I intended to post some other photos to prove the evening wasn't just full of drunken shenanigans ("Ohhhhhhhh!"), but I couldn't find any. We did have lots of fun, though. And on New Year's Day, Mitch and I got all bundled up and played in the snow. We even went over to the neighboring elementary school and made a snow turtle (the snow wouldn't roll well enough for a snowman), then took a walk down to a park, eating snowballs the entire time. Oh, and did I mention that this was right near the end of the exciting U of M football game? He came out to play with me without even complaining about not being able to see the end of the game! What a wonderful husband!

Back to work tomorrow - I think I'm ready to go back. We'll also get to start open gym volleyball (yes!) and I'll be keeping better track of my workouts so I'm all ready for my debut into the mountain bike racing circuit this summer! So many things to anticipate!

Holiday Tidbits

Here are some snapshots from this Christmas:


This funny guy is Mitch's favorite ornament on our Christmas tree. And he says I have eclectic tastes!


These Santa Bears guarded Mitch's pile of presents. The note reads:

Beware, Mitch!
Laurie put us in charge of guarding these presents. Now, we're peaceful bears but we have our orders: if you touch them, we're going to have to bite your fingers off. So if you know what's good for you, you'll back away slowly and keep your distance.

Ferociously yours,
The Santa Bears


Our good buddy, Pete, was home from North Carolina for the holidays, so his family graciously threw a party so we could all get together. Here's Chelsey, Jillian, Pete, Sumit, me and Mitch at the end of the night.


Here we have Mitch and his brother-in-law, Brian, getting ready for Brian's first hunting excursion. They didn't see anything (story of Mitch's hunting year) but I got some great photos!


Before we left for Christmas with Mitch's family, we tried to snap a quick family photo in front of our tree. After jumping through hoops to position the camera just right, Chip would not cooperate and show his handsome face. Ah well...


Meet our new nephew, Mason Thomas Korodi! He's Christa and Brian's first, and this is a rare shot of him not angry with the world. Actually, he's very sweet, he just seemed to cry a lot during our Christmas celebration.


Mmm, what a yummy-looking Christmas Eve breakfast for two!


Who's that sharp-looking couple? Oh, it's us, all decked out on Christmas Day for the McGrath family party. Too bad you can't see my shoes...they're really hot.

Now the real work begins.

Now this is great: it's almost noon and I'm still in my PJs, robe and slippers. I feel cute, not lazy, as my PJs are new from VS and my slippers are fuzzy and pink. I also feel productive, because for the past hour or so I've been starting all the projects I've put off 'til after the holidays. Since I have the rest of the week off, I figured I should probably get rockin' on the following:

1. My return to academia: I signed up for Business Law at Alma because many MBA programs seem to be requiring it. That and I really need to get back into class mode if I want to survive...

2. ...my foray into graduate school! I've been researching programs this morning and am currently considering Northwood University, U of M Flint and possibly Cornerstone. My initial criteria includes location (Northwood and Cornerstone have branch campuses in Lansing) and how the programs fit with my schedule (U of M Flint is online with traditional classroom work every sixth weekend). More evaluation to come, I'm sure.

3. The great homestead quest: while we've been passively examining options for acreage in the greater Lansing area, an email I sent to our realtor should have her on the phone with me to organize the various online searches she's set up for us. The goal is 10+ acres by spring, then house-building the following spring.

4. And finally, the very quiet job search: this is definitely on the DL, but since I think I know who reads this, I'm OK disclosing because I don't think any of you are going to go a-blabbing. For the record, I like my job; it is fulfilling and I feel an immense sense of responsibility to the students and families with whom I work. However, I've know since I started that it wouldn't be a career and with our new move to the Lansing area, it feels like the right time to start looking for other opportunities down here. This week, I plan to update ye olde resume and touch base with a Lansing non-profit connection my dad suggested. With items 1-3 also in the works, I'll be very selective about my jobs, mainly because I won't be able to take a pay cut like last time and because I don't need to switch positions right now. Don't worry, I'll keep you all updated!

Other (more fun) things to look forward to this week: an overnight visit from my cousin, Dayna; basement-painting with Miriam; and New Years Eve at Jon's! And now, maybe I'll go get dressed. We need groceries and I need to go strut it in my new Arc'teryx coat, my wonderful Christmas present from my wonderful husband! (Yes, I know Meijer is not exactly hardcore enough for such a badass jacket, but I'll be on the slopes soon!)

Merry Christmas!

The stockings to carefully hung and filled are now empty; the brightly wrapped gifts are no longer in a festive pile underneath the tree, but are scattered throughout the living room and even the house. The scrumptious Christmas Eve meal has been reduced to leftovers and the sweet Christmas breakfast fills our tummies. But a fire still crackles in the fireplace, our family is still gathered together and more festivities will follow tonight.

I love the anticipation of Christmas morning, don't get me wrong: my entire family is incredibly generous and thoughtful in their gifts, and I have some lovely new things. But you can't beat Christmas Eve, with the fantastic food and the wonderful candlelight church service. That's when Christmas seems most real to me.

I don't miss TV...

...mostly because not having it means I don't have to listen to all the campaign ads! While I was catching up on my Townhall reading, I found a number of articles discussing recent TV ads for various presidential candidates and I mentally went, "Huh? If these are such a big deal, why haven't I seen them?"

Oh yeah, my rabbit ears give me three fuzzy stations and all are playing reruns or crappy reality TV. So except for some snippets of "The Simpsons" or "Two and a Half Men" while I make dinner, I'm immune to prime-time propaganda!

And cheesy as it was, I'm glad I was watching the last half of "Transformers" (I really liked that Bumblebee robot!) rather than cringing every time an ad for any candidate came on the screen. Painful memories of the Michigan gubernatorial campaign ads are still too fresh in my mind.

***

On a completely different note, I am so excited for Christmas! Almost all the gifts are wrapped and clustered under the tree; all the plans with family are made, including a late doe season hunt for my citified brother-in-law; and the cookies are baked, though they're rapidly disappearing. Here are our plans for the upcoming week:

Tonight: Party at the Pietila residence in Grand Rapids. Pete's parents sent us an invite because Pete will be home from North Carolina. It will be great to see him after so long!

Saturday: The above-referenced deer hunt takes place at Mitch's parents, and while the boys are shivering in the woods, I'll be holding my new nephew, Mason Thomas, and watching Christmas movies.

Sunday: Christmas at Mitch's parents, complete with a deep-fried turkey and more baby-cuddling.

Monday: Christmas Eve at my parents'. This will be a more relaxed celebration than usual, because we won't be getting together with any members of the extended family. Instead, Mom's making a fancy dinner and we'll attend an evening church service.

Tuesday: CHRISTMAS! We'll gather around my parents' tree to open presents in the morning, then head to my grandparents' (Mom's side) for an Italian Christmas celebration. Now you're probably thinking, "Laurie, you're not Italian!" Well, I have an Italian uncle who married in to the family and my aunt wants to expose us all to their fantastic traditions. I do love me some Italian food!

Wednesday and Thursday: Back to work for Mitch, and lots of sleep for me. My little cousin, Dayna, my come up to visit and I hope to be able to see Jen Conkey while she is in Michigan, but nothing is solid yet.

Friday: Finally, the Christmas celebration with Dad's side! This would usually be on Christmas Eve but my cousin, Ryan, and his son, Landon, are flying in on Christmas Day and we wanted to get together while they were here. Should be fun!

And of course, we've got great plans for New Years. It's not another cruise, like last year, but it's a big bash at Jonny D.'s in the basement we're been helping him renovate. I'm sure pictures will surface!

If I don't post again 'til after Christmas, here are my wishes for all of you: I hope you all have a blessed Christmas and are able to revel in all the joy of the season. To those of you with new babies: what a special, special year! Give your little ones kisses for me!

Fulfillment

Today, at this moment, I genuinely love my job. I was able to pass on news of acceptance to two students who are or have recently been legally homeless. One has some great role models who have helped shape him over the past few months, and the other, as far as I can tell, has been the beneficiary of extreme kindness.

Whether either of them come to Alma, I know they'll both go to college. And I know that today, I made two phone calls that will probably end up being the highlights of their weeks.

A Susie Homemaker Day

I would just like to announce that I took an entire vacation day to bake Christmas cookies. On the menu, we have jam pockets, black forest cookies and probably chocolate chip with dark chocolate, holiday-colored M&Ms.

Yum!

Oh, and Ryan, I'm not sure about the legitimacy of driving bra-less, but it had to go down that way. I just wonder if the guys in the truck behind me could see me whip that puppy out from under my shirt! Ha! (And the technique is magic...if we women told you guys how we did it, we'd have to kill you.)

Time to don my apron and get into the kitchen!

And now the state of...

...my boobs.

Tim, Ryan, I'd prefer comments be kept to a minimum from you two. This post is for my female readers!

I accidentally bought a push-up bra, and I am regretting my reluctance to try it on in the store. See, I was in a hurry and I needed a flesh-colored bra for underneath my gold "holiday" top. It looked good, felt soft...I wore it for an evening with no ill effects, but I have it on now and I hate it! Now granted, it shouldn't feel any different; I mean, how much do I really have to push up? ("You hit Laurie in the chest! What are the chances of that?!?!?") But let me tell you, the girls are not pleased right now. And I'm at work, so they're not getting freed until we're safely in the car!

So ladies, I'd like to hear any experiences - good or bad - you've had with a push-up bra. And I hope they come quickly so I have some way of distracting myself until 4 pm!

I would prefer to focus on Christmas...

...(and on new babies, TIM) rather than politics, but this article was too interesting to pass up. No, it's not on global warming or Repubs vs. Demos, but rather a synopsis of the main Republican candidates' strengths and weaknesses. Enjoy!

Photos

As promised, here is a photo of our Christmas tree! Isn't it beautiful?



And as an added bonus, here are some cute kitty cat photos. See, we took our goldfish out of the tank and put him in a glass bowl because he was being mean to one of the other fish. Then we put the bowl on the table and let Chip have a little fun with the fishy!

Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree...

I am happy to report that our Christmas tree is up and glorious like never before! I'll post a photo when I get home tonight, but let me tell you, vaulted ceilings open up a whole new world for Christmas trees! Our tree is a beautiful nine feet tall and finally, a focal point rather than an afterthought stuffed in a corner of the dining room.

Knowing how much I love Christmas trees, my ever-wonderful husband has the lights set to turn on when I come out for breakfast in the morning, turn off when we leave for work, and be on again by the time I walk in the door. Now if he could just make it automatically water itself...no, I love taking care of it! Chip thoroughly enjoys it, too; I call him my Christmas cat because he is always curled up on the tree skirt.

In other holiday-related news, I've almost completed the Christmas shopping. Let me tell you, I love buying gifts for my family and friends! I think I would do it all year round if I wouldn't go broke. (Instead, I compensate by incessantly feeding people - who wants to come over for dinner?!?!?) I've been able to completely spoil Mitch, too, but I'll refrain from posting too much about that because he reads this! (Mitch, if you're looking for a hint, you won't find it on this blog!)

And finally, there's one Christmas activity left besides the actual celebrations: cooking baking! This year, Lizzie (Bruce's girlfriend) and I are taking a whole day to bake together at my apartment. So far, we are planning jam pockets, black forest cookies, chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter cookies and maybe Snickerdoodles. Again with the feeding...I'm really going to need help eating all of them or the pounds the bike trainer is taking off are going to come back in full force!

I haven't decided...

...who I'll support in the primaries, but HuckChuckFacts is rather convincing! Thanks for posting that, Ryan!

For Ryan

No, it's not a politically-charged column from the ever-wonderful Townhall.com - this entry is an update on the things about which he asked in his most recent comment!

The new digs:
We do like our new apartment in St. Johns. The commute is longer for both of us, but I've already gotten used to it. "Oh look, there's M-57! I'm halfway home, only 15 more minutes!" I'm also catching up on cell phone calls as I cruise at a safe 61 mph down that slow section of 127. As for the town, we have not had much time to explore. We found a Meijer 15 minutes away in DeWitt, a Blockbuster just across the street from said Meijer, and discovered when and where open gym occurs. I think we pretty much have our bases covered, other than finding a bar that serves amazing Long Islands.

Mitch's job:
He really enjoys it. Ridiculously so, in fact. He's had some informal performance reviews and those have gone well, and he's always telling me about different pricing projects he has on his plate. He feels like Dart is the kind of company with which he could stay for a long time, and I like that idea. Company loyalty doesn't happen as much nowadays, but if you can find a place where the atmosphere and opportunities for advancement are good, there's no reason to look elsewhere.

What priorities?

Usually I'm very good at prioritizing, but this afternoon I really stink at it! I have a nice long to-do list here at the office, but here's the thing: I don't want to do any of it! Write notecards to my students: nope, not a fan. Ditto on Christmas cards. Format email blasts: nope, burned out on that after a couple of hours this morning. Email some kids with specific scholarship info: maybe, but that requires getting a list and...yeah, nope. Browsing through photos for the new slideshow: um, not really thrilled about that, either. Eat another Jello Jiggler leftover from the Christmas potluck for our student workers: yeah, I think I can do that one! All right, just 23 more minutes 'til I don't have to feel guilty about not wanting to be here!

Let it SNOW!

We have a big admissions event tomorrow...scholarship interviews...I have to drive downstate for a wedding that afternoon...if it keeps snowing, or stops and then gets as bad as they say it will, the roads could get pretty slick...

But I say, "Bring on the snow!" I love winter and once everyone calms down on the roadways, we'll all be OK. This first blast of winter just freaks everyone out. But I'm not freaked out - I LOVE SNOW! So let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

Family Resemblance?

I thought I'd post some photos from Thanksgiving, and see what you guys think about the family resemblances!


For the McGrath side, here's Mom and Gramma...


...and me and Mom.


Now the Eccles side: Grandpa and Dad...


...and me and Dad.

I don't think I'll ever resemble my mom as much as she resembles my grandma...those Eccles genes are pretty strong. At my Grandma Eccles's funeral, an old friend came up to me, put her hands on my face, and said, "You look just like Linda!" Linda is my aunt on my dad's side, but I don't have any pictures of her because she was the one behind the camera all night.

Based on all the smiles, I know you can tell we had a wonderful evening. In fact, we had a wonderful long weekend, though we didn't end up as busy as we anticipated. Since my sister-in-law went into early labor and subsequently got put on bed rest for the duration of her pregnancy, we did not go to her house in Ohio the a Saturday Thanksgiving meal. That left a whole day, which we filled with a bit of shopping and workout time. We did cut our Christmas tree on Sunday, but that only took an hour (unheard of - usually it's a whole afternoon!) because we found a great place right away. AND we got a TALL tree this year, to go with the vaulted ceilings in our living room! Yesssss!

Work is going well; I'm back in the office full time, with no more traveling around 'til it's time for winter college fairs. I've been able to be productive despite working on a folding table in the main part of the old International Office. Actually, it wouldn't be bad, but the whole rep staff is stuffed into the space down there and when my coworkers are goofing off (happens pretty often), it can get pretty distracting. In a few weeks, we should all be settled back into the Admissions building in brand new offices! Another yessssss!

Thankful for new little ones

As always, Thanksgiving is my time to especially recall all the things for which I'm thankful, not the least of which are our family and friends, our health and the many ways in which God provides for us.

This year, I have some extra special "thankfuls:" Tim and Anna's new baby, Caedmon James Slade, has made his grand entrance, and my sister-in-law, Christa, is expecting her son to arrive at any time. I'm preliminarily thankful for a successful birth for him, and hope to get a phone call with joyful news soon.

Today I'm not celebrating Black Friday at the stores...I couldn't even if I wanted to, because Mitch left early this morning with my car and I can't really drive his manual transmission. He is out hunting with his brother, trying to be a good provider in preparation for the winter! I'm happily puttering around our apartment, cleaning, doing laundry and putting up Christmas decorations. 'Tis the season!

Frustrated

I don't know how much more obvious I can be: stop asking me questions when it becomes apparent that I don't have the answers! If I can't answer the basics, I can't do the specifics, either.

Oh, and you don't get a lunch break AND a workout break. One or the other: I make it work, you should be able to as well. I don't care how pregnant or sympathetic to pregnancy you are!

The long weekend cannot come soon enough!

New Apartment Pictures

The new place is put together enough for me to post some pictures:


Here's a view from a corner of the living room. The doorway is the front door, and just to my right is the balcony door.


Now I'm standing in front of the balcony door, shooting into the living room.


Here's our dining room, which looks remarkably similar to our old one: right down to the pictures on the wall!


Here's our nice, big kitchen! The door goes to our very own laundry room. Yeah!


Here's the guest room/office/storage room. It's all ready for guests...


...as is our brightly colored guest bathroom!


Here's our bedroom, complete with the skis in the corner. I don't think we'll be keeping the bikes in here again, though it is a possibility.


And finally, our nice, new master bathroom. Like the colors? I do - I bought them with points earned on my work credit card. Thanks, Alma!

In less than a week, this place will undergo a transformation for the holidays. I love decorating for Christmas, but I refuse to do so until after Thanksgiving. As in, the day after Thanksgiving! I'll definitely post pictures of what is sure to be a lovely Christmas tree!

Almost done...

Well, I'm nearing the end of another travel season. This has been the easiest one so far, mostly because I got to see Mitch throughout most of it. I suppose I'm also a bit more used to it, but I sure am tired of it by now. It's like the last 100 meters of a set of 400 meter repeats: you've been pushing yourself really hard, and you're too exhausted to even feel any sense of satisfaction. The satisfaction comes later, when you've had time to reflect on all you've accomplished.

I can't wait to get back to St. Johns. (I almost wrote "Mt. Pleasant!") I want to truly settle into our new place, and take Chip home, too. He has been staying at my parents' nonstop since mid-September and now he's going to have to get used to a new home, just like Mitch and me. And speaking of the new home, here are some highlights:

*I already like having the master bathroom. I didn't think I would, but now I can devote a whole bathroom to our guests...and that means I better keep getting overnight visitors!

*I love the laundry room! It's so convenient, and I've been able to use some of the space to make up for the lack of cabinet space in the kitchen.

*And the kitchen: a more open floor and newer appliances make it a very nice place to cook. I'm sure I'll rearrange a few things, but so far I'm happy.

*The living and dining rooms have cathedral ceilings, which make the space look bigger than it actually is. Nice, very nice!

The biggest adjustment, other than the commute to Alma, is that we are not getting cable for now. Charter charges an arm and a leg for cable, so we've been on a really basic plan that only offers network stations. Since the writers' strike continues, most of our favorite shows will run out of episodes by the end of the month. Why should we pay to flip through a bunch of reality TV and reruns, which we won't end up watching anyway? And we don't even need to worry about Internet right away, because someone in our building has wireless. That means we can explore other Internet options for a bit while still having access as needed. To meet our entertainment and news needs, we're thinking about increasing our Blockbuster Online plan and subscribing to the newspaper. I think I can handle that!

And on a completely unrelated note, the holiday season is beginning and the weekends are filling up with all sorts of wonderful plans. Here's what's coming up for us:

This weekend: The final Alma College fall open house, deer hunting for Mitch, and a trip to Bronner's to buy some ornaments as a wedding gift
Thanksgiving: Dinner with my family, dinner with Mitch's family in Ohio, and Christmas tree cutting with my family
December 1: The first Alma College scholarship competition and a wedding
December 8: The Dart Christmas party
December 15: A weekend of winter and wine in Travese City, with all luck
December 22: Christmas weekend - plans TBD
New Years: The big party at Jon's!
First weekend in January: Grandpa's 85th birthday party
Second weekend in January: MY birthday! Goodbye 25, hello 26...

Busy busy!

We're here!

Well, we're all moved in! Not unpacked by any means, and really in need of a foot massage, but happy to be here. Photos to come, but they won't look much different than our last place since all the decorations are the same. What a day!

Priceless

Six rolls of packing tape: $30
50 feet of bubble wrap: $25
Piles and piles of boxes: $50, plus mooching off Mom and Dad's workplaces
Visions of packing tape, bubble wrap, and boxes dancing through my head all night: Priceless

On a related note, I kind of pride myself on having a very clean kitchen, but when I packed everything up and went to clean from top to bottom, I was disgusted to find out how much grime actually lives under/behind/on the edges of everything. Yuck!

The move happens tomorrow, and I'll be so happy when we're all settled in again!

Political Correctness on Campus

I never thought I would post an article from the New York Times, but here it is. And it aligns well with an article on Townhall.com, which is just amazing!

Halloween Party!

Ray and Kristy hosted our annual Halloween party on Saturday...good times!


Here's me as a mermaid - this has to be my favorite Halloween costume EVER!


Ewww...Mitch and Ray as Playboy bunnies. Pretty much the scariest thing I've ever seen, but good for tons of laughs!


Kristy the flapper, trying out her litter box/cat poop dessert. And yes, it was very tasty!


How Bruce ever got such a cute Violet Beauregard to be seen in public with him is beyond me. Then again, I am married to one of the bunnies...


Our costume contest winners: Bruce got "Funniest," Mitch got "Scariest," and Kristy got "Sexiest."



Here's the whole group, minus my brother who is out in Colorado for the winter. Peter Pan and Wendy, on the end there, are Bobby's girlfriend, Andi, and her friend, Shannon, respectively.

Mellow Week

Other than a few brief, stressful moments here at the office, my week has been very nice indeed. I only had two days' worth of visits and a day catching on up pesky doctors' appointments before heading back to Mt. Pleasant. It's Thursday and I've spent the entire day working on things that desperately needed to be done but weren't...until NOW! So I get to blog for the last few minutes of the day.

Tomorrow should be another productive one, both at work and at home. Since I'm back in the apartment, I'll be working on packing the rest of our stuff, which includes the contents of my closet, most of the kitchen, and some miscellaneous items. Then I have a big campus event on Saturday, followed by a quick drive back to South Lyon to shower and change before heading to Ray's to get set up for the Halloween party.

Changing the subject - here are some of my thoughts after watching this morning's news(ish) show, Today. (1) Any woman who votes for Hillary Clinton simply because she's a woman is sexist; and (2) Any woman who votes for Hillary Clinton because they think the "boys" are "ganging up on her" has no faith in her gender. And yes, I heard both of those lines as reasons she should earn votes among women. Seriously, newscasters...