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There & Back Again

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That’s the face I make when I get to see my seester. ❤

Also the face I make when I’m walking over a very long bridge over very rapid water which I can see through the bridge. Actually, that face was a trifle more terrified/green.

Logan & I took a quick trip last weekend back up to our old college stomping grounds. (Is it pretentious to call ABC “our old college stomping grounds” when we have been graduated for literally 2.5 months?) It was odd to go back–it’s been such a short time, and yet so much has changed. It probably was too soon to visit again, technically, but two of my fellow music majors were having their senior recital, Logan & I aren’t committed to a local church here yet, and Ruth and I missed each other. So I bought waaaaaaaaaay too much trip food, and off we went. (My memories of sustenance needed for road trips all still involve a van full of 7+ people — at least two of whom are always-hungry boys — and drives that last many many hours. Hence the overabundance of munchies.) Continue reading “There & Back Again”

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Loose Ends

Soon–so very, very soon–I’ll be back in the midst of the Appalachian mountains. Also in the midst of homework.

However, I am in neither of those positions quite yet. Instead, I’m mainly packing and/or procrastinating on packing.

Guys. Packing. Not as bad as cave crickets, but on a scale of brownies to cave crickets, “packing” is definitely toward the cave cricket end. I feel like I’m doing pretty well consolidating, and then I see how full the van is already getting. And then I remember the 1001 “little things” that I just need to “shove in somewhere quick before we go” and then I feel sad about my life. And then I argue with myself about if I really need all this with me or if I can get by until November just fine. And then I remember that I’m going to be an RA so I really need to do a bunch of Pinterest crafts quick so my room is super cute so all my girls love me. And then Mom reminds me that I don’t have time to do that, so my room will look something less than super cute, which is just fine because I don’t have room for all that stuff anyhow. And then I remember that I’m still procrastinating on the whole packing deal and I should probably get to it.

But instead I read “just one chapter” of North and South, which I picked up at the Half-Price Books trip Ben and I took the other week. It was great fun just hanging out together and reading Lost States in the middle of the aisle because we were too cheap to actually buy it and take it home, even though it looked amazing. However, I just read the Amazon reviews and it actually looks like it wasn’t worth our money after all, so we made a good choice. North and South, however, was definitely worth the $2.99. And the brother-sister time was priceless.

Speaking of quality time, Ruth and I also got to visit our very own beloved Kathleen this week! I’m pretty sure she’s responsible for almost everything I know about library work, and no matter how much I love my job, employer, and coworkers at ABC…Kathleen and the BBI library cataloging project will probably always be my favorite library experience. If you’re reading this, thanks again. 🙂

Other loose ends wrapped up this week…

  • DQ! My manager told me I can still work over breaks, so I may be back…we’ll see. it was a great experience, even though I didn’t always lovelovelove it. Daddy-o took us out for celebratory Blizzards the other night (yay employee discounts!), and I designed my own: Cappuccino Double Fudge Cookie Dough. It was quite as fantastic as it sounds.
  • Mending. I had a box of things I’ve needed to mend for quite a while and I finally did…it’s like getting a resurrected wardrobe! And sewing is fun. I miss it during the school year.
  • Shopping… Thrift stores are my biggest weakness. On the bright side, I feel fabulous. And I have a super fluffy pillow that’s sort of ugly because I never got around to pinteresting it into an owl or anything, but it’s so fluffy I don’t really care. If I ever feel like crying it will hold all my tears.
  • Church partying. The couple in our church who usually throws the Valentine’s party had a 6 lb. 8. oz., 21″ long reason that they couldn’t do so in February…but now that those 6 lbs. are grown somewhat (it’s a baby, guys, in case I’m being too obscure here. And I have no idea how much it weighed. That just sounded like good dimensions for describing a newborn), it’s the perfect time for a party, complete with top-your-own spaghetti and charades. Our very own Levi welded himself an imitation fencing sword last night in order for his Dread Pirate Roberts costume to look authentic. That’s dedication, folks. I simply safety-pinned a piece of notebook paper to my back. In all fairness, I was in the middle of packing up almost every item I own and creating elaborate costumes was a little low on my priority list. However, no one was put out by my lack of effort, and a fabulous time was had by all. I’m going to miss my EBC family very, very much!
  • Family time-ing. All nine of us got to do special music in church together last Sunday and visit the shut-ins, and all nine of us got to eat our traditional Saturday morning waffles today. It’s been quite a while since we could get everyone together, and it will probably be a while before it happens again, so it was pretty fantastic. Also Lilly and Ruth and I had a tea party which was actually a chocolate milk party. And we played some final rounds of telephone pictionary in which the phrase “my hair goes up” turned into Ruthie dancing with a variety of breads. My family is pretty much my favorite thing ever, and as excited as I am to get back to school…I’ll probably cry just a little when we’re separated again.

In other news, my mumsie and popsicles celebrate their 28th wedding anniversary today! Mom and Dad, wishing you happy anniversary was actually most of the reason I started this post. It took me a while to get to that point, but I made it eventually. Your wonderful example of godly love and faithfulness has set the standard pretty stinkin’ high! Thanks for providing such a reliable home for us all these years; if there’s one thing I’ve always been sure of (besides, you know, God Himself), it’s been your love for and commitment to both each other and our family. If I ever have a relationship with anyone besides a cat, I fervently pray that it will be as solid and successful as yours. (If I ever have a cat, I won’t look to you for advice probably, because Mom will want me to send it to a barn.)

Anyhow, all that to say, happy anniversary Dad and Mom! May you have many more years together.

Also, I realize it’s pretty late so you won’t even see this until the day after your technical anniversary, but adjust for leap years and time zones and stuff and it will probably be like spot on.

But Seriously

Know what’s intense?

CAMPING!
Get it?
In-tents?
Sorry not sorry.

I was super privileged to spend last week counseling at the Sr. High week at the Bible camp I grew up going to. (Well, I would have grown up going to it if I had ever grown up.) It was super fabulous and incredibly epic. Need proof?

  1. I got to see my Woofie! She’s pretty much my best friend in the world, and I have missed her turribly this summer. Just a few more weeks and we’ll be together like all the time. Watch out, West Virginia.
  2. I had a crazy cool group of girls. Two had been counselors/jr. counselors previous weeks, so they basically knew everything I didn’t, which was helpful… 😉 The other three included a girl I had counseled way back when she was a junior camper (I felt pretty ancient, not gonna lie), the always sweet younger sister of a girl I had been a tablesetter with, and a new friend who taught me “2.5” and humbled me with her sensitivity to God’s Word, even when it challenged her.
  3. No drama. The thought of Sr. High scared me because previous years had boy probz and dress code probz and just general drama probz and this year was unusually non-dramatic in all those ways. It was refreshing.
  4. I got to see some of my favorite people! You know who you are. Or you would know if you were reading this, which you probably aren’t since you’re working at camp. If you ever get the time to read this, know that I was super happy to see you. I would write your names, but a) breach of privacy and b) I’m paranoid about accidentally forgetting/misspelling/etc. and losing a fabulous friend.
  5. This quote happened: “Your lips move in ways unlike anyone else I’ve ever met!”
  6. This quote happened: “Betsy, you’re beautiful on the inside, not the outside!”
  7. This quote happened: anonymous camper acting as jailor during Capture the Flag upon the occasion of other players being captured and joining me in jail, where I had been imprisoned alone for several minutes: “Shoot, now there are good players in here!”
  8. I got to listen my girls quote hundreds of Bible verses every day.
  9. I had a free piano lesson with Mrs. Ried! I think I’m sort of a professional now.
  10. Someone was saved this week.
  11. This happened.

    My sweet campers made me a giant thank-you card...with chocolate. ;)
    My sweet campers made me a giant thank-you card…with chocolate. 😉
  12. Two words: cherry delight.
  13. The term “sportsing” was a thing.
    Sportsing
  14. I found my new dream: to become a graceful ballerina-like ultimate frisbee player. So far, I’m more of an awkward hippo-like ultimate frisbee player, but that’s a start.
  15. My volleyball team lost to the winning team, so I think that means we came in second place, which is pretty exciting.
  16. We got to talk about tough topics like pride and anger and self-will and repentance and forgiveness and devotion and submission (and, of course, boys–it was Sr. High, after all), and we got to watch God work in hearts.

So basically it was like the best week ever and I want to go back.