Friday, March 5, 2010
"Meet The Brubakers" isBack in Business
I've been so frustrated with my other blog and how everything disappeared that I haven't even touched it since it happened.
It was all screwy, and I couldn't figure out how to fix it, and no one ELSE could figure out how to fix it (I contacted Blogger and other pros 4 times), but it was no use.
So, today I was brave enough to export my blog, delete it, and import it to a new blog. The URL is the same, but it doesn't look like it kept any of my followers. So if you were following Jesse and my Meet the Brubakers blog, it hasn't disappeared completely.
Just click and follow away!
www.meetthebrubakers.blogspot.com
I'm excited to get to be creative with our blog again. See you there!
It was all screwy, and I couldn't figure out how to fix it, and no one ELSE could figure out how to fix it (I contacted Blogger and other pros 4 times), but it was no use.
So, today I was brave enough to export my blog, delete it, and import it to a new blog. The URL is the same, but it doesn't look like it kept any of my followers. So if you were following Jesse and my Meet the Brubakers blog, it hasn't disappeared completely.
Just click and follow away!
www.meetthebrubakers.blogspot.com
I'm excited to get to be creative with our blog again. See you there!
I love my guy!
Jesse left this morning for the District Youth Gathering in Irvine. He is on the planning committee, so he has to be there a day before everyone else. I'm leaving the house at 7am tomorrow to pick up our Jr. High youth group kids in Glendora and then joining Jesse at the DYG. I've never been to one before.
As excited as I am to go to my first DYG, saying goodbye to Jesse today was hard. I hate saying goodbye to him--even for one night. I know it sounds babyish, but that's the way it is. And I don't think it'll ever change.
I just came home to an empty house, and was surprised when I heard music coming from our bedroom. Jesse had made the bed (wow!) and even written LOVE on our green fleecy blanket that is so soft that you can leave a handprint in it. He had pulled out my special pig (the one I've had since we were dating) and put some of his aftershave on its snout like he always does. I love that, because then it smells like him!
On his laptop was this note, and the song "Everything" by Michael Buble was playing.
As excited as I am to go to my first DYG, saying goodbye to Jesse today was hard. I hate saying goodbye to him--even for one night. I know it sounds babyish, but that's the way it is. And I don't think it'll ever change.
I just came home to an empty house, and was surprised when I heard music coming from our bedroom. Jesse had made the bed (wow!) and even written LOVE on our green fleecy blanket that is so soft that you can leave a handprint in it. He had pulled out my special pig (the one I've had since we were dating) and put some of his aftershave on its snout like he always does. I love that, because then it smells like him!
On his laptop was this note, and the song "Everything" by Michael Buble was playing.
To my Beth, my Cutie, the one I adore,
I love you so much that I find it hard to describe it as anything but simply love. As we go about our days, weeks, months, our lives, I continue to love you more and more and I am sure that many years from now I will still be learning just what love is.
To say that I will miss you tonight and even when we are in the same room and group tomorrow is not enough. You are so much a part of my life and my joy that things just cannot be as amazing without you.
I hope that you sleep well and dream of me through the night. I look forward to seeing your beautiful smile tomorrow morning and I can’t wait to truly hold you close Sunday night.
God bless, Cutie. I love you.
Isn't he amazing? I love him so much!
Monday, March 1, 2010
Those silly presidents...
Today, while reviewing pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters in class, I asked the kindergarteners if they knew whose head was on the quarter. They all stared blankly, so I gave them a hint.
"He was the very first president of the United States," I said.
Kevin shot his hand up. "Obama!" He shouted, without even waiting to be called on.
Lauren shook her head. "That can't be Obama," she said importantly. I sighed with relief that she could tell the difference between a very anglican-looking old man and the current president of the US. All my hopes were dashed, however, when the reason she knew it wasn't Obama was because, "Obama's bald!"
"He was the very first president of the United States," I said.
Kevin shot his hand up. "Obama!" He shouted, without even waiting to be called on.
Lauren shook her head. "That can't be Obama," she said importantly. I sighed with relief that she could tell the difference between a very anglican-looking old man and the current president of the US. All my hopes were dashed, however, when the reason she knew it wasn't Obama was because, "Obama's bald!"
Friday, February 26, 2010
The Donut No No
One of the kindergarteners brought donuts to share with all of her friends at recess today. I passed them out right before the bell rang, and the kids praised the little girl up and down for bringing their favorite treat.
"Reine, could you do this every day?" One of them asked.
Charlie shook his head, "No! We can't do this every day. Donuts have too many calories!"
"Reine, could you do this every day?" One of them asked.
Charlie shook his head, "No! We can't do this every day. Donuts have too many calories!"
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Of Doctors, Harbors, and Closed Captioning
Yesterday was an odd day. It was so hard to get out of bed, especially since I tried Theraflu's new warming nightime caplets on Sunday night. Man alive, don't ever try those unless you're ready to be out of it for the whole day! It says to take two pills every four hours. I took two pills at 8pm, and at midnight when Jesse woke me up on the couch to go to bed, I couldn't even walk straight. I was still completely drowsy when my alarm went off at 5:50 in the morning, and I ended up staying in bed until the very last possible second around 7am.
I've been sick for weeks, between colds, a stomach flu, and a sinus infection, and I'm tired of it! All of the symptoms have slowly faded away, except for a pain in my ears and all-over achiness. When I was able to single out pain in my ears, I knew something was wrong.
I made it through the school day yesterday, but as soon as the bell rang at the end of the day, I got in the car and drove to the doctor.
I sat for about an hour in the waiting room, crocheting and trying to avoid the instant death germs that were wheezing out of everyone around me. When my name was called, I was led to the same room I was in last time I went to the doctor, back in December.
As I sat there waiting for the doctor, all of these memories came back to me. It was a Monday, the last time I was there, and my foot was in so much pain that I could hardly walk. I had served jury duty that day, and had told Ami the week before that if she could pray me out of jury duty, I would come spend that Monday with her and Papa.
It had been an agonizing appointment; sitting there, waiting, knowing that the doctor was going to have to cut into my foot to see what was hurting me beneath the skin. I had thought about driving straight up to Oxnard to spend the night with Papa and Ami as soon as I got out of jury duty, but my foot was in so much pain, I knew I wouldn't be able to keep it on the gas pedal for that long.
Jesse was there with me that day, holding my hand and reassuring me while the doctor probed my foot with a scalpel. It was so painful! He basically had to carry to out to the car; I was in so much pain. Jesse pampered me on the couch for the rest of the day, brought me everything I needed, and kept me comfortably situated with my foot elevated and on ice.
I remember calling my mom the next morning. It was a cold and windy Tuesday, and my foot was still so painful that I knew I couldn't make up to Oxnard. The purpose of my call was to let Mom know not to expect to see me that day. But as soon as I heard Mom's voice on the other end, I knew that wouldn't be the case. She was sitting right next to Papa as she talked to me, and I could hear as he struggled for breath.
I've already told the rest of that story. It's still so hard to think about, sometimes.
One of my friends lost her grandpa last week. My heart goes out to her, because the pain is still so fresh in mine. But her grandpa had alzheimer's disease for years before he died. That must be so hard. My papa was really only sick for three months before he died. Thinking back, I'm so greatful for that.
Because it was so quick, sometimes it feels as if it didn't even happen. I read something funny the other day, and put it aside to share with Papa because I knew it would make him laugh. I miss his laugh! It's weird to think that only a few months ago, back in October, Kate, Laura, Ami, Papa, and I were sitting at a picnic table in the windy harbor eating fish and chips.
I turned on Closed Captioning the other night as I sat home alone watching the Olympics. He loved the Olympics more than most people I know. Somehow, the familiar white-inside-of-black block letters made him feel closer.
It's been two months. I know that the pain eventually goes away, but I also know that a little bit of it hurts forever.
There is so much less pain, though, with the hope of seeing him again. I thank God for that.
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Oh, and p.s. the doctor said I have a double inner ear infection. Whoop-de-freakin' do.
I've been sick for weeks, between colds, a stomach flu, and a sinus infection, and I'm tired of it! All of the symptoms have slowly faded away, except for a pain in my ears and all-over achiness. When I was able to single out pain in my ears, I knew something was wrong.
I made it through the school day yesterday, but as soon as the bell rang at the end of the day, I got in the car and drove to the doctor.
I sat for about an hour in the waiting room, crocheting and trying to avoid the instant death germs that were wheezing out of everyone around me. When my name was called, I was led to the same room I was in last time I went to the doctor, back in December.
As I sat there waiting for the doctor, all of these memories came back to me. It was a Monday, the last time I was there, and my foot was in so much pain that I could hardly walk. I had served jury duty that day, and had told Ami the week before that if she could pray me out of jury duty, I would come spend that Monday with her and Papa.
It had been an agonizing appointment; sitting there, waiting, knowing that the doctor was going to have to cut into my foot to see what was hurting me beneath the skin. I had thought about driving straight up to Oxnard to spend the night with Papa and Ami as soon as I got out of jury duty, but my foot was in so much pain, I knew I wouldn't be able to keep it on the gas pedal for that long.
Jesse was there with me that day, holding my hand and reassuring me while the doctor probed my foot with a scalpel. It was so painful! He basically had to carry to out to the car; I was in so much pain. Jesse pampered me on the couch for the rest of the day, brought me everything I needed, and kept me comfortably situated with my foot elevated and on ice.
I remember calling my mom the next morning. It was a cold and windy Tuesday, and my foot was still so painful that I knew I couldn't make up to Oxnard. The purpose of my call was to let Mom know not to expect to see me that day. But as soon as I heard Mom's voice on the other end, I knew that wouldn't be the case. She was sitting right next to Papa as she talked to me, and I could hear as he struggled for breath.
I've already told the rest of that story. It's still so hard to think about, sometimes.
One of my friends lost her grandpa last week. My heart goes out to her, because the pain is still so fresh in mine. But her grandpa had alzheimer's disease for years before he died. That must be so hard. My papa was really only sick for three months before he died. Thinking back, I'm so greatful for that.
Because it was so quick, sometimes it feels as if it didn't even happen. I read something funny the other day, and put it aside to share with Papa because I knew it would make him laugh. I miss his laugh! It's weird to think that only a few months ago, back in October, Kate, Laura, Ami, Papa, and I were sitting at a picnic table in the windy harbor eating fish and chips.
I turned on Closed Captioning the other night as I sat home alone watching the Olympics. He loved the Olympics more than most people I know. Somehow, the familiar white-inside-of-black block letters made him feel closer.
It's been two months. I know that the pain eventually goes away, but I also know that a little bit of it hurts forever.
There is so much less pain, though, with the hope of seeing him again. I thank God for that.
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Oh, and p.s. the doctor said I have a double inner ear infection. Whoop-de-freakin' do.
Monday, February 22, 2010
I've Reached a New Level
Of patheticness. Or, as my stronger suspicion tells me, I've been at this level for a while. Only just now am I realizing it.
Last night as Jesse and I drove home from a long day out in Glendora, Jesse asked if I was feeling ok. I admitted that I wasn't. My throat hurt, my head hurt, I had body aches all over.
He put a loving hand on the back of my neck and started massaging it while he said, "I'll make you some tea when we get home."
"That would be really nice," I agreed, "I just need to rest tonight. Like, really rest. Don't let me do anything--not even clean the house."
I winced, and Jesse looked at me, concerned. "Did I hurt you?" He asked, moving his hand from my back.
"No," I groaned, "it's just...the thought of not cleaning the house!"
He laughed so hard that he didn't see the green light for a few seconds. I was pronounced a lovable dork, and told to go to bed as soon as we got home.
And now, here I am, sitting at school with ten precious, napping kindergartners on the ground around me, and I'm thinking about the dirty dishes in my sink.
Last night as Jesse and I drove home from a long day out in Glendora, Jesse asked if I was feeling ok. I admitted that I wasn't. My throat hurt, my head hurt, I had body aches all over.
He put a loving hand on the back of my neck and started massaging it while he said, "I'll make you some tea when we get home."
"That would be really nice," I agreed, "I just need to rest tonight. Like, really rest. Don't let me do anything--not even clean the house."
I winced, and Jesse looked at me, concerned. "Did I hurt you?" He asked, moving his hand from my back.
"No," I groaned, "it's just...the thought of not cleaning the house!"
He laughed so hard that he didn't see the green light for a few seconds. I was pronounced a lovable dork, and told to go to bed as soon as we got home.
And now, here I am, sitting at school with ten precious, napping kindergartners on the ground around me, and I'm thinking about the dirty dishes in my sink.
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