Random Goals

Some Random Goals of Mine:
(just in random order)

1. Go to Europe.
2. Bring food and clothes to an orphanage.
3. Be a youth and/or children's pastor.
4. Go on a Caribbean curise.
5. Skydive.
6. Finish writing a novel.
7. Sell a peice of art.
8. Move to no man's land.
9. Break in a horse.
10. Ride horseback on the beach.
11. Voulenteer at elderly home.
12. Surf in Hawaii or other tropics.
13. Visit Auschwits.
14. See "Phantom of the Opera" live.
15. Own zebra trenchcoat and pumps.
16. Ride a bull.
17. Have a pet boa.
18. Go to country fest.
19. Be psycally fit.

So...

Rascal Flatts is sexy...just in case ya'll didn't know. And for those of you who don't like counrtry, it's not twangy at all, or steel-guitared. In fact, I'd venture to say that it's the least twangy.

Even if twang is sexy.

"Cool Thing"

We were wrapped up in a blanket

red wine buzz kickin' in

a little Sarasota moonlight

driftwood fire burnin'

she was on break from Ohio State

and I was down there sellin'

parasail rides

just another summer day

till I strapped her in and

watched her fly

[CHORUS]Talk about a sunset

all I could see were purples and reds

and her silhouette wavin' goodbye

she didn't come there lookin' for love

and the cool thing was

neither did I and neither did I

She dipped down in the water

as I slowed down holdin' that line

wet t-shirt on a two piece

we ditched that boat and

hung outside

and we walked ankle deep in ocean

you know that place where

footprints disappear

just like that evenin' she drove away

it'll be burned in my mind for a million years

[REPEAT CHORUS TWICE]

This song...

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
He says baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song

And he says...[Chorus:]Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said...

[Repeat Chorus]I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song...
Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneaking out late, tapping on his window
When we're on the phone and he talks real slow
Cause it's late and his mama don't know
Our song is the way he laughs
The first date "man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have"
And when I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if he could play it again

I was riding shotgun with my hair undoneIn the front seat of his car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I... wrote down our song

just life

Oh so I had my first day of work at Taco Del Mar today. Fun fun. Not. It's okay though. At least it's something. It's just a lame entry level job. Oh well. I don't know why life has to be so hard right now. I miss my buddies in Gresham, especially Crystal and Eddie. And Shane being gone. It's just so hard. Aarg. Hopefully it'll get better, I have a feeling though, that that won't be until we're married.

Well, goodnight for now.

a hurting heart

I cannot wait to live in the one and amazing one horse town of Hermiston with Shane. Life shall be so much better. Dean-the pastor Shane is under is such an amazing person and preacher.

I need and love Shane soooooo much. Someday we shall be together again, and soon. Yay! I was able to visit him this past weekend. It was good, but saying goodbye is getting harder and harder. It's only been a month, but it feels like forever. My heart longs for the day when we're together forever. I want to always be at his side helping him, together following the will of God for our lives.

I just hope this happens sooner than later. Cuz well, apparently Ive turned out to be one weak heart. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take, before I just secretly move there:) He really is the best and he has such an amazing heart that constantly longs to follow Christ.

mini update #2

Ok so here's another short update. Looks like all my prayin' paid off...finally. I got a job at Taco Del Mar and start training on Tuesday. Not the best job ever, but it's better than nothin. And I get to visit Shane this weekend! Yay! I'm sooooooooo excited.

So now, I could probably just use prayer for three things. One, that T-moblie won't shut off my account, cuz I'll be super late in paying it. Two, that I'll be a fast learner and hard worker at work, and three, that the friend I'm supposed to go visit Shane with does not bail! That'd be amazing.

Christians and Halloween...

Why do some celebrate it? Funny ain't it. Our neighbours are Christians, but good riddence! They've turned their entire garage into a jail/saloon for Halloween. Crazy! Man, makes ya wonder if anyone really does know what goes on behind the scenes.

One Halloween, my dad, pastor, and sis and I went to pray in front of a place called "The Laughing Bird" -which was a wich supply store. We parked across the street and saw 7 of them dressed up like memebers of the KKK (only in black), and chained together. CREEPY...

My advice: DON"T EVEN ACKNOWLEDE THAT IT"S A HOLIDAY!

Mini Update...

Okay so last week I got my permit, finally and I had an interview with Pizza Schmizza. I will know if I get the job sometime today. I also got a call to schedule an interview with a new Taco Del Mar near my house...

I really wanted an interview with one of the receptionist positions I filled out. But nothing has come through. Retail/Food industry is okay, something to get me by, but it's not like you can really grow and learn alot with it.

So I guess if ya'll could pray that I can get the one at either Pizza Schmizza until something more promising comes along, that'd be super.

We're going to go visit Shane again. Super excited!

The Visit

Going and visiting Shane was super rad-obviously. Except for the part where we hardly had any time together. It was the first time, so of course we had to visit with pastors Dean and Wanda, which by the by are way cool people. He's funny and she's an amazing cook-and they're both super spirit-filled.

We arrived on Saturday at around 3, and Shane had to work until 7. We unloaded Shane's things in his new apartment. Then visited with Dean and Wanda for a while, we all ate at a nice Mexican restaurant. Then Eddie, Shane, and I went to Shane's roommate's work-Farmer's Kitchen and had some chocolate torte. After that we watched "The Office" until about 0130. Fun. Then Shane and I hung out for a few hours more.

Church was cool too. The worship team is very enthusiastic, as is Dean when he preaches. We had an amazing lunch cooked by Wanda and played monopoly. Before we knew it, it was time to say goodbye...

I can't wait until the next visit.

Memories

Grandpas and Granddaughters. They have a very special bond. A knot that is not easily severed. It is quite distinct from any other relationship, in a great many ways. I learned to fish, draw, and a ton about wild animals from him. When I was first learning to talk I didn't know how to say "grandpa", and somehow "paco" came out. Seeing as I was the oldest of grandchildren, the rest followed. I love him dearly, and though he has sort of gotten himself in a bind in the recent past, I still love him. I wish he would see the choice he's been making the way everyone else does, and be motivated to stop. Instead, he sits there day after day, with his precious unemployment check that he spends on alcohol. Maybe soon he'll come to realize. It's funny how we can remember things so young, eh? I don't remember everything, but I practically lived with him the first 2 years of my life. Paco, please come home.

I Wish...

Sometimes I wish I could be more like Shane. Totally submissive to the will of God, even when it's super hard. Like he, I wish I were more hard working, more dilligent, driven, motivated, copassionate...etc.
Instead I am selfish, lazy, pessimistic, picky...etc.

Perhaps someday I shall...

Why We Should Not Have Online Dating

I work down at the pizza pit
And I drive and old Hundai
I still live with my mom and dad
I 5'3 and overweight
I'm a Sci-fi fantatic
Mild asthmatic
Never been to 2nd base
But there's a whole nother me
That you need to see
Go check out MySpace

Cause online I'm down in Hollywood
I'm 6'5 and I look damn good
I drive a Mazarati
I'm a black belt in Karate
And I love a good glass of wine
It turns girls on that I'm mysterious
I tell 'em I don't want nothing serious
Cause even on a slow day I can have a three way
Chat with two women at one time
I'm so much cooler online
So much cooler onlineI get home,

I kiss my mom
And she fixes me a snack
I head down to my basement bedroom
And fire up the mac
In real life, the only time I
Ever even been toLA
Was when I got the chance with the marching band
To play tuba in the Rose Parade.

Online I live in Malibu
I posed for Calvin Kline, I've been in GQ
I'm single and I'm rich
And I got a set of six pack abs that'll blow your mind
It turns girls on that I'm mysterious
I tell 'em I don't want nothing serious
Cause even on a slow day I can have a three way
Chat with two women at one timeI'm so much cooler online
Yeah I'm cooler online
When you got my kinda stats, it's hard to get a date
Let alone a real girlfriend
But I grow another foot
And I lose a bunch of weight everytime I log in

Online I'm out in HollywoodI'm 6'5 and I look damn good
Even on a slow day, I can have a three way
Chat with two women at one time
I'm so much cooler online
Yeah I'm cooler onlineI'm so much cooler online
Yeah I'm cooler online

To Top Off What Allecia Said...

Life seems to be crazy, stressful, wonderful, hectic, challenging, fun, and exciting all at once. Haha. But say I know that Shane and I shall be reunited and I'll have the best in-laws ever;-)

They are all so super cool. And of course Shane will have the best in-laws too. Hehe.

Oh it's "The Son of a Preacher Man"

Update

Upon reading this one might think that this is more or less a blog about Shane. But I'll tie myself in just you wait.

It's been over 2 weeks since I've last seen him. He is working full time at Goodwill, then has some random job cleaning ferret cages for 3 hours, for 40$...(I think). He seems to be growing and learning alot from his pastors. He is also playing on the worship team, and helping with children's chruch. I never knew that I could miss someone so much. I mean, I imagined it...but never fully understood it. It is harder than I ever imagined. Days seems so long....(no, I am not depressed) We talk on the phone everyday. Sometimes 2 hours at a time...Hehe.

Right now I've got a very small income by grading the papers of the students that Amy teached. My plan is to buckle down and get a real job right after this first vist to Hermiston (Oct 20&21). I shall try to work between 50-70 hours, pay off some bills and save for a car. I am retesting for another permit, and will drive my friend Amy's, extra car. Hopefully by the time I've saved a chunk of money, I'll be ready for the drive test. Which I'm sure I will. It's not like I've never driven before. Haha.

Oh life is exciting, scary, challenging, and happy all at once! And yeah, I eventually plan to move to Hermiston with Shane...however the date is still undedided.

Just Life

So, Shane is still gone. Ha. I am still on the lookout for a job. There is apparently one at The Vancouver Clinic for a receptionist. That would be sweetness! If you can remember that in your prayers, it'd be sexy.I am going back to my old church, which is radness. Let's see, Joseph has is 1st and last race of the season on Sunday, and I have to miss it. Brit is doing good, going to clark...and havin' fun with Benz. Who is just, well, Benz. Too bad he just got neutered, elsewise we should get a girl called Mercedes. Hah, I'm so funny.

Hair Change

So I have decided to dye my hair this rich colour of "Mary Jane Watson" red. It'll only last for a while. And I'll change it if I don't like it. But according to my reaserch, it can't look that horrendus with my skin tone. What say you?

Change

Change. Change is good. It helps us grow, mature, and adapt. The good change that has happened recently is that I've moved in with my best friend Amy, and her dad is going to help me get my lisence by letting me use their extra car. I'm going to work my butt of here shortly to save for my own car. And the bad change. Well, it's good and bad. Shane has moved to Hermiston Oregon. He will do a 2 year internship with a pastor who helped start his home chruch. It will be ery good for him, and he will grow and learn. But it's really hard. It has not even been a week, yet it feels like eternity. I'll manage. Somehow, with Jesus, I'll manage. Yay for us!

the story of shane and i

So I've known Shane ever since I've been in Gresham. For about two years now. For about the first year i knew him, we were just friends. Then the next school year we were pretty much best buds. We've got a hell of alot in common: love the theatre, music. Together we're the odd ones out, both not foursquare and from small churches. For months we were good buddies, then in April he told me that he liked me as more than a friend. And well, as funny as it sounds, I thought he was joking. Ha. When he said he wasn't, I told him I'd sleep on it. One month went by, and I wrote him a rediculas letter of rejection. In my mind... I'd alrealy had the picture of a perfect guy, and well...he just wasn't it. In fact, I thought it'd be a European. But honestly the whole Europe thing is cool and all, but seems to be a fad among the people of EastHill, not me... Then I had several people say, "Maria, what were you thinking? Shane is amazing, and I've always thought you'd be good together" Well, 'here goes nothing', I'd said in my mind. So, then I thought more, and I thought 'yeah, I always did think it'd be cool to have the man one was with, and your best friend be one in the same. So on May 19th is the offical date of our going out.

And now you could say I'm so freakin crazy about him. And don't tell him, but I'm going to stowaway on a jet to Idaho in September.

Just Life...

Ok, so now I work at this little pizza place in Gresham called Carly's. It's allright, just minimum wage+tips. Tips are pretty good, except when I worked on Independence day...ha I made a whopping 1.50$...ha. Usually it's not quite that bad. Ha. And let's see. I live with my good friend Heather and her mom. I've been dating Shane for about 6 weeks now...oh wow.

Let's see. On Monday night I got virtually no sleep. Then I swam for about 3 hours in the afternoon, then worked for nine hours, slept little, worked nine hours again, slept, and yeah...now I'm messing around. Amazing.

Life

All I can say is life is so crazy. Moving, trying to find work, finals, all my friends graduating, our end of year BBQ, Father's Day, lots of birthdays...etc

Hopefully my head does not spin off...

Aarg...

Oh yeehaw! So I'm going to France, Spain, Holland, and Germany this summer. I'm stoked. I'll probably visit the Anne Frank House, Van Gogh Musem, Eiffel Tower, Rembrant Musem.

Blue Like Jazz

The thing I loved about Nadine was that I never felt like she was selling anything. She would talk about God as if she knew Him, and as if she had talked to Him on the phone that day. She was never ashamed, which is the thing with some Christians I had encountered. They felt like they had to sell God as if He were a soap or a vacuume cleaner, and it's like they weren't really listening to me, they didn't care, they just wanted me to buy their product.

Your Script

Everyone has his own script to write. His own story. What does yours say? The funny thing is that I was realizing the other day, that mine is mostly good, which is good...I guess. Dosen't really fit with the "no pain, no gain" idea. It seems as if someone has had someone dear to them die, parents divorce, abuse, alcohol, or some form of other crisis. I can't really think of anything of that sort that has happend in my life. Sure my great grandma died, but she was 87...to be expected, sort of. At age 9 I had scoliosis. No pain, though. None. Ever. God has given me a gift of a VERY high pain tolerance. I've always thought however, that if one doesn't know pain, then you can never fully understand true happiness. Likewise with any emotion, and its opposite. Most everyone I know, has, at some point battled depression, anxiety, anorexia, etc. I have not. My father died at age 25, when I was not yet 2. But I didn't know him. I can't remember a blasted thing about him. They all say that I look like him, but when I refer to my dad, I mean the man that my mom married sometime later, who adopted me. I have a wonderful bro and sis who are the best and I never really had too much sibling rivalry going on. My parents have always loved each other and have set a great example for me.

So, if I turn out to be a loser, it's obviously nothing in my past. Everything about it was amazing...

Materalism

Sometimes I wonder if I'm too much of a materalist. In my entire church (of about 80) my family is the "wealthiest", so to speak. It's not that we live in Beverly Hills in a 8000 sq ft estate. However, my dad is a relitivly successful businessman and entrepeneur. And yes, we have several Mercedes, rental property, a personal watercraft, and a rather expensive dog. I am at times ashamed to talk about it, for fear that my friends would think "that's not good enough for the Schwagers" So, maybe we, as Schwagers, are too focused on quality and not...contentment. What is it all really? I mean, yeah if one is able to attain the luxuries of an item of better quality...by all means, go for it. However, Jesus, don't let my zeal for you decrease while my love for cars increases. Obviously there are fundamental elements to sustain life, but remember to maintain focus on Christ. How do we fish out the necessary from the pleasurable?

Men, drugs, sex, parties, chocolate, movies, music, coffee, absinthe, clothes, vacation, books, money, pets, games...

...What is it all, really?...

I JUST WANT A SNACK

I JUST WANT A SNACK. I don't need a triple chocolate meltdown, caramel and hazelnut bits, explode in my mounth, blast me away, toffee butter bar. I JUST WANT A SNACK.

Mi Familia

All I have to say...is that I have the freakin' best family this side of the Mississippi. My dad, well, he's pretty much my hero and knows alot about life and ...well, windows. He's just really the best. Mom, all that is kind, loving and tender. She really is the essence of complete opposite narcissism. Actually, read three blogs down, about the song entitled "Tough"...that be my Mama. My sis, she is just way supah-fly. She loves to have a good time, and is really concerned about people. She is AMAZING! And my best friend forevah. Little bro, well he is just fun. We like to go and explore, pick berries, and play GIJoe. So way cool....

And, yeah, I guess they are on my mind. Because all the other things on my mind lately...are not exacly as fun. 1. Host Mom deciding that I am not the best person to have stay...to put it midly. 2. decisions decisions. 3. Friends talking about friends...playing middle man. Arg. Oh, well. GLORY to JESUS!

???

Ok, do you even realize that I am not even themed in one deal. Man, I need to befriend my board right...surf that is. I'm such a dork, but girl, you be liking it eh? Ok, so I'll continue...um, wait where was I? Do you realize that I bought Shane a bar of 100% cacao. And um... I really need to pay more attention in science...I just wrote a whole deal about materialism. Gheez... pink pong ball thought process. That'd be me in a shellnut, oh wait, I think it's a nutshell. You know, I really think that if the devil were to look like anyone...it be kind of like Michael Bolten. Considering, that Carl says that he may not look much different than that of his old, Lucifer. Oh wow...

Decisions

So...ever had to make wayyy too many huge decisions all within a short matter of time? Crazy eh? And some you don't feel like you'll ever know the answer til until it's too late. Arg. I don't want to miss any opportunities, but I don't want to rashly dive into something...Hummm...Think...God...help... Give me a sign....hummm...Ha. Yeah that be a sign of a really confused soul. Ha. At least there's now question about whether my name is written in the Lamb's Book of Life.

My Mama in a Nutshell

She’s in the kitchen at the crack of dawn

Bacon’s on, coffee’s strong

Kids running wild, taking off their clothes

If she’s a nervous wreck, well it never shows

Takes one to football and one to dance

Hits the Y for aerobics class

Drops by the bank, stops at the store

Has on a smile when I walk through the door

The last to go to bed, she’ll be the first one up

And I thought I was tough

TO WRITE LOVE ON HER ARMS

SHE HAS KNOW SUCH GREAT PAIN; HAUNTED DREAMS AS A CHILD, THE NEAR-CONSTANT PRESENCE OF EVIL EVER SINCE. SHE HAS FELT THE TOUCH OF AWEFUL NAKED MEN, BATTLED DEPRESSION AND ADDICTION, AND ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. HER ARMS REMEMBER RAZOR BLADES, FIFTY SCARS THAT SPEAK OF SELF-INFLICTED WOUNDS. SIX HOURS AFTER I MEET HER, SHE IS FEELING TRAPPED, TWO GROUPS OF “FRIENDS” OFFERING OPPOSITE IDEAS. EVERYONE IS ASLEEP. THE SUN IS RISING. SHE DRINKS LONG FROM A BOTTLE OF LIQUOR, TAKES A RAZOR BLADE FROM THE TABLE AND LOCKS HERSELF IN THE BATHROOM. SHE CUTS HERSELF, USING THE BLADE TO WRITE “FUCK UP” LARGE ACROSS HER LEFT FOREARM.

STOP THE BLEEDING.
RESCUE IS POSSIBLE.
LOVE IS THE MOVEMENT.

*TO WRITE LOVE ON HER ARMS*

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One Hundred Achievemtnes for My Life

Listed at Random
04.11.99

ones done:listed in John Deere Yellow, ones yet to do: listed in John Deere Green

adopt and/or have a sponsored child
befriend an enemy
be in two places at once
bring gifts to an orphanage in a 3rd world country
debate a pro-choicer
do a 360 on a kneeboard
don’t have a TV ‘til kids are older
don’t get fat
don’t name kids common names
eat healthy
help a homeless person
get an ol’ car for my 1st one
get a period style dress
get married outside
be on jeopardy
own spurs and chaps
paraglide
go on a Caribbean cruise
go on a mission trip
skydive
rock climb
surf
learn Dutch
learn Spanish
learn French
learn sigh
learn German
learn to tap-dance
learn to line dance
learn to ballroom dance
learn to sing opera
mr. Right must be approved by God and Dad
learn to snow ski
learn to water ski
own or lease a horse
ride horse on beach
see Oklahoma play
see west side story
see Annie
see fiddler on roof
see phantom
see swan lake
see Shakespeare’s best…in Ashland
star in Broadway
star in Shakespeare
visit Australia
visit Austria
visit Victoria Canada
visit Nova Scotia and PEI Canada
visit Banff Canada
visit Paris
visit Frankfurt
visit Great Pyramids
visit Israel
visit Dublin
visit Florence
visit Pisa
visit Rome
visit NZ
visit 7 wonders of ancient world
visit bora bora
visit Tahiti
visit Barcelona
visit Kazakhstan
visit Bancock
visit Yellowstone
visit Crater lake
visit statue of liberty
visit mt Rushmore
visit golden gate bridge
visit Alcatraz
write and publish book
jump from bridge
go-kart…for real
be 1st on swim team
go to favourite state
learn how to tune up car
learn basic survival techniques
live, love, thrive…
bake Christmas cookies for neighbors
climb a silo
drive the deere
write and publish poem
learn to play an instrument
ride in FRONT SEAT of cap car
learn basics of bartending
go to culinary school
go to theatre school
go to Bible school

Ariel

Ha! What can I say? It's my favourite toilette dispenser. In fact the whole bathroom is painted as if it's underwater. With feet dangling from a diving board, atop the ceiling, a drowned man in a kayak, and then of course, there's the mermaid handing you your toilet paper.

sexyH2O

Oh wow, this water is amazing. 1 bottle water + 1 drop peppermint extract = party in my mouth. Yeah, I like blogging about random things, as well as pressing pondered thoughts. Pity, that this is only available at exclusive stores...

Frustration

"If it weren't for Christians, I'd be a Christian." Ghandi

Ahhhhh. That makes me sick. Sick of hypocritical Christians. Christians who think they're better than all else. I knew a Christian who once said that in order for me to tell someone about Jesus, they need to come up to my level. Huh? How does that work...beats me.

I'm also tired of people having to wait until their summer mission trip, or when they are out of the country to wittiness to people. What about this, most unchurched state of Oregon? How about our funkytown (aka Portland, which by the way is what the picture is a reflection of). I mean, sometimes it's like we are in this little society of Christians and we never leave it. We wait until we go somewhere before developing any kind of circle of non-Christian friends. We forbid ourselves of going into any unclean place, for fear of God knows what. And then, wonder why Ghandi wasn't a Christian, and why our churches don't get many new, unbelievers...only church shopping Christians.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not bashing anyone...this goes for me to. But where is the balance. Obviously don't forsake seeking fellowship together with the bretheren. We must have our sphere of Christian friends who encourage us. And learn to shake the dust off our feet when being in certain places/situations. However, having to shake the dust off one's feet, doesn't mean don't go there. I also understand that certain people have a gift for ministering to certain people groups. But, we are all called to people. And whatever happened to they'll know we're Christians by our love? I mean, that's foremost what you have to do with "unlovely" people...if you catch my drift. We must obviously used discretion and discernment...however, it isn't the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick.

Elephant Ride

So this is actually a picture from last year... however, what can I say? It's Stephi and I on an elephant in Roseberg, Oregon...

Living Godly in a World Gone Wrong

James1.26 If you claim to be religious but don’t control your tongue, you are fooling yourself, and your religion is worthless. 27 Pure and genuine religion in the sight of God the Father means caring for orphans and widows in their distress and refusing to let the world corrupt you.

‘Tis difficult to live a righteous life in our corrupted world of heathenism, materialism, and narcissism. They are the pursuit of pleasure, possessions, pride. Or, the world, the flesh and the devil.

And what is the standard by which we evaluate our lives? What is the ruler by which we measure everything? It is the Word of God. We as believers, if we are to live right in a world gone wrong, have to know what God's standard is.

I heard an analogy from a friend of mine, a Mr. Shane Tebeck to be precise, about a fear that wells inside people It may be similar to the fear of blood/needles. A doctor has a certain personality that can tend to the psychical needs/injuries of others with out the queasiness in his stomach, nor getting lightheaded. Whereas there are those who can barely tolerate viewing a bloody nose. Perhaps likewise with we as Christians in the ministry. There are those who are gifted with patience and don’t easily take offense, and can adapt more to “hanging with the sinners”, whereas…some, might be more equipped for the people who’ve been fence sitting between belief in Christ, and a life with out him.
“I know, it’s a dog eat dog world out there…so Jesus, please holla back!”

Mikey

So this here is my favourite waiter. He is a waiter at Rimsky-Korsakoffeehouse. Which is in and of itself amazing. I shall say though that he is quite funny and very amusing. He sits and chats with his customers, and strikes up conversations... upon having just met the guy. If he had his way...he'd give desserts on the house to his regulars. I truly think that some people are very gifted/natural in their field of experteise. Mikey would be one of them. He was born to wait tables....and DJ! And yeah, he loves to do it!

About Muah

[A is for age:] 21 A is also for: Also…ha, Apollogetics, Amethyst, Aroma, and Amy.
[B is for breed of choice:] Depends on what for, but we’ll go with the Native American…so pretty. B is also for Buccaneer, Brave, Batman, Belgian waffles, Bible thumper, Boccellis, Blonde, and Brit.
[C is for career:] I am a student. Also I’d like: Chef, Caterer, Childcare, mad-skilled Concert pianist, Concerto writer, and Crazy actor, Captain morgan, Canada…eh?, Court Jester, Cowboy/Cattleman, Calimari, Cherokee, and Condoleezza Rice.
[D is for your dog's name:] well, my family’s dog is Benz (after Mercedes-Benz), and my host family’s dog is Amber. D is also for: Daracula, Drive, Detrimation, Dragster, Dictionary, Dance, Daphne duMaurier, and Dad.
[E is for an essential item you use everyday:] existential, eucalyptus-eating elk jerky. E is also for: Emerald, Evergreen, Ezekiel, Encyclopedia, Escargot, Egg nog, Egypt, Eschatology and Euphrates.
[F is for favorite song at the moment:] “Jolene” Dolly Parton and “Say Yes” Dusty Drake. F is also for Ferry, Forlorn, Flamboyant, Freddy, France, Fred Astaire, Ft. Vancouver, and Fabulous French Food.
[G is for favorite games:] too many. cranium, wink murder, pictionary, poker. G is also for: Gumballs, Gumby, Grandparents, George W, Greek, and Giraffe.
[H is for hometown:] da Couve. H is also for: Horses, Hephisina, Halalujiah, hemp, Hawaii, Holland, and Horatio G Spafford.
[I is for the instrument you play] I am a mad pianist, voice, cello, and tinwhistle. I is also for: Imagination, Intuition, and Igloo.
[J is for favorite juice] Orange Cranberry all the way. J is also for Jaguar, Juggling, Joker, Jack of spades, John Deere green, John Wayne, Jane Austen, Jacques Cousteau, Jeopardy, and Jesus.
[K is for kids?:] Somewhere between 2 and 4. K is also for: Kaleidascope, Knee board, Karamel…with a K. ha!
[L is for last kiss:] Good one…I am unsure. L is also for Lover’s Lane, Lone star state, Lars Larson, Lon Cheney, and Lord Byron.
[M is for mom's job:] My mom is a homemaker and she home-schools my little brother. M is also for Maria, M&Ms, Mikey, Michael Savage, and Mom.
[N is for Nothing]
[O is for overnight hospital stays:] When I had scoliosis surgery at age 15 I stayed for one week. O is also for Orange, Olives, and Oregon trail/territory.
[P is for phobias:] I’m not so sure I have any…P is also for: Powered blue Mikey shirts…ha, Polar bear, Phantom, Pirates, Pink, Pizzazz, Prestige, Pecos Bill, Paraglide, Parasail, and Promises of God.
[Q is for quotes you like:] "Necessity is indeed the mother of invention” Q is also for: Quick-stitched, Quilted Quotes, in whose author’s names begin with “Q”
[R is for restaurant] Rimsky-Korsakoffeehouse. Heck yes! (amazing fool) R is also for: Ravishing, Refurbished Rooms Representing Rad Renaissance themed artists, Romeo, Roller skating, Rap…some, Rogues, Red Roses, Right-wing Redneck party of “R”s, and Rambo.
[S is for status] Single. And S is also for: Summer, Sly Snakes, Swords, Spiderman, Steve Irwin, Sapphire, SCUBA dive, Sean Hannity, and Schwager…Schwagsta, or Schwaggenator.
[T is for time you wake up:] 0700. T is also for: Theatre, Thai food, Tea, Tyrannosaurus Rex, Titanic, Tractor, and ‘Twas.
[U is for under…?:] Underwater, particularly really Underwater, however the Ultimate Underwater adventure at Rimsky is ultra-amazing. U is also for: USA, Unicorn, Umbrella, Uncle Sam, and US flag.
[V is for vegetable you love:] olives and radishes. V is also for: Vancouver, Vivacious, Valor, Voodoo doughnuts, Van Gough, and Vermeer.
[W is for worst habit:] You tell me. W is also for: Washington, We Were soldiers, WWI and WWII vets, White chocolate, West Side Story, and Whistle.
[X is for x-rays] From age 9-20 I probably had about 16 or 18 x-rays for scolosis. X is also for: Xylaphone, and Xena
[Y is for yummy food you make:] fool’s paradise and seafood linguini. Y is also for: Ya Hala, old Yeller, Yo-Yo, Y’shua, and Yodel.
[Z is for your favorite animal at the Zoo:] now this is way hard…but I’ll go with the crocs. They’re so strikingly random and fierce. Z is also for: Zeal, Zephyr, and Zygotic.

Kamp Kiwanis

Here's a short summary of my expierence in participating in the jr high retreat this past weekend. We had a nice bus ride there (camp Kawanis, near Cooper Spur...a bit higher though), until we got stuck, because we didn't chain up. But by all of us gettin of the bus, we were ok.
I was cabin leader to 12 girls. (6-8th grade). We had good devotion times. I had a very talkative group. I was the only girl adult leader who was young...so my group thought that was pretty fun. Last year there were about 80 kids with a 1:4 leader to kid ratio. This year there were 120 kids, with a 1:12 ratio. It was alot of fun though.
On Saturday we went up to the tubing area. At night we had a worship service, and our speaker Mike Miller, led the kids into the presence of God. They were crying, and praying for each other, and worshiping the Lord.
I had an excellent time with some of the moms of the jr. high girls. It's always good to talk and be with older, wiser people. There was actually only one other guy who was my age...quite different from last year, having 7 interns who went.
We concluded the weekend with a church service, and some more snow fun.

So yeah, it was a good time. Nice to be able to connect with the kids, and get to know the parents and leaders more.

Ya Hala

So I went with my friend Heather last night to this most amazing Lebanese restaurant called Ya Hala. It’s on 82nd and Stark in southesast Portland. Sweet mother it was amazing…however I suggest that you make reservations if you go. We had to wait 45min. But was it ever worth it…heck yes! We started off with some drinks, rose water is tasty (if you can imagine this…it tastes like roses smell…and, it’s pink!) and fresh baked bottomless pita bread…yum. Our salads were delicious and drizzled in a honey-rose vinaigrette. For dinner, I had Rack of Lamb, braised in a roses sauce, and laid in a bed of hummas. We would have finished the night off with some pistachio Baklava, however we were much too full. I didn’t even eat the half of my lamb…lunch tomorrow. For more info see www.yahalarestaurant.com

flavours of maria

Ok, ok, last blog for today. Or is it? So...how is it that Maria can be such a divided person? Ha, trust me...
On one hand, I'm the down-shome country gal whose constantly listening to Cash and Daniels. And yes, I've three pair of boots, chaps, spurrs, and a hat. And I love to ride bareback. I love the USofA, politics, and if you even think about dissagreeing with Uncle Sam...well, you can take your traterous liberal butt to France, and Canada works as well. I am a firm believer in RKBA, and the peace sign is the footprint of the American chicken, if guns are outlawed, I'll be an outlaw. I am so not into environmentalist, tree-huggin, PETE joined, "I don't want to wear animal hide", "keep Portland weird", vegetarian hippies. And yes, tractors are sexy...and I want to paint my room in John Deere Green.

On the other hand, I love to dress up. Travel (including road trips) is amazing. Art, history museums are incredible. French food is fantastic, and yes...including escargot, calamari, and caviar...yum! I like hotel hoppin', going to cocktail parties, dancing, playing poker, poetry, Dean Martin, VanGogh and Monet. World maps are um...wondrous. Operas, Broadway, and theatre is intense.

And then there's a small percent of me who would listen to Christsafari, run barefoot on a white beach in Jamaica, and sip some rum. (ok...that I made up...how bout kayaking instead)

And an even small percent of me could occasionally by a red Ferrari with tinted windows and headbang to Aakon or Ludacris...while I drive to a ghetto dance club. ha.

Buchardt Gardens

This is Buchart Gardens. My Dad took this pic...nice eh? However it's a bit blurry...but that wasn't him, that was me and my lack of tech skills.

Banff National Park

And heres the amazing Banff National Park...

Canada...eh?

Canadian flag in Vancouver British Columbia. Canada is amazing. I had a pic to add of me and my family at the Buchart Gardens...that place is also incredible...as I'm sure Banff National Park is, however...I have yet to see it.

"softly, deftly, music shall caress you"

Gheez I like to do way to many things to even consider what I might do as a career after OCM. Decisions, decisions.

Obviously drama is one of them. And then theres the person in me who loves culinary...oh yeah. And of course sometimes I play with the idea of joining the Navy. Also, I love to write, and am writing several stories right now. And of course travel...which will somehow be included in whatever I do.

Arg. So...maybe I'll just combine all of those things. That'd be amazing. Ta ta for now.

thoughts on Revelation

I heard a very interesting theory about something from Revelation. It was from my teacher of my Eschatology class.

He says that "the nations", as described in Revelation 21.4 and 22.2 might be the poeple who couldn't comprehend (ie...miscarried or aborted babies, or mentally handicapped people).

Revelation 21.4"The nations will walk by its light, and the kings of the eart will bering their splendor into it."
Revelation 22.2"down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yeilding it's fruit every month. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations."

We will be in the new Jerusalem and the unbelievers will be in the lake of fire. Our teacher says that God wouldn't creat a new people who couldn't accept him at all. Also technically, the names of kids who died too young to understand, won't be written in the Lamb's Book of Life. however, that seems a bit unfair.

So, I just wanted to know what your thoughts on the matter were...

I can always ask Hank Hannagraaf.

scoliosis

“Well Maria,” my dad had said to me, “his is our last meal with a crooked spine,” as we were munching on sandwiches at a local Subway.
We had discovered that I had Scoliosis when I was about nine years old. Scoliosis is the technical term meaning: abnormal curvature of the spine. I also had abnormal rotation of the spine (forgot the technical term for it). The doctor informed us that I in fact, had two curves, one on the top (or thoracic), and one on the lower part of the spine (or lumbar). In other works, I had an S-curved spine. When I felt like I was standing up straight, my family said that I looked like I was going to fall backward. Also, one of my legs is longer, and one of my shoulders is higher, and one of my shoulder blades sticks out more…all effected by scoliosis.
About a year later, I went to another doctor to find out would our options were. The doctor said that since the degree of the curve wasn’t that extensive yet, (28 degrees for the thoracic, and 26 for the lumbar), the curves could be corrected by wearing a brace. The other option was surgery, if the curve exceeded 45 degrees.
My back had never bothered me, and didn’t cause me any pain. Because I have such a high pain tolerance, it’s a miracle that we found out that I had scoliosis at an early age. The degree of the curve increases with age and your amount of growth (and I didn’t stop growing until age 19!). It could get as bad as my becoming crippled someday.
Not long after, I was fitted for a brace, It was the most uncomfortable thing one could wear. It was much like a corset, worn under the clothes, but it was made of a hard plastic. It synched up with large Velcro straps in the back. The left side went up the armpit, so that it would compensate the curve. Now I felt as if I’d fall forward.
I wore the brace for a period of about fourteen months. I wore it at night at first, then gradually worked my way up to wearing it all the time, except when showering. It was annoying at times. I had to buy pants several sized larger. I also couldn’t bend over very far.
Though I must admit this brace (Boston Brace) was much better then the old-fashioned Milwaukee brace. The Milwaukee brace came up under your neck, so you couldn’t even turn your head. At least no one knew I was wearing this one unless they decided to punch me in the guts.
Wearing the brace had kept the thoracic curve at a steady 30 degrees. About a year and a half into wearing the brace my dad read something on the internet about the Copes Brace. It was a new and improved version of the Boston Brace. It was made of a light-weight thermo-plastic, so that I could bend, and be more flexible. The only drawback was that it was $78,000, compared to $2,000 (the cost of the Boston Brace).
Some time after finding about the Copes Brace, we got a second opinion from a local Chiropractor. He said that by coming in for weekly adjustments, we could correct the curve. So for about eighteen months, we did as he advised, until we were shocked with devastating results. The curve had gotten far worse. The thoracic curve was at 53 degrees, and the lumbar was at 46 degrees. We hadn’t taken an x-ray the entire time I went to the Chropractor, not knowing at the time, but it was a very unwise thing to do.
By this time I was about thirteen. Now it seemed that there was only one option: surgery, but we tried everything that we could to prevent it. I wore the brace for another six months. That didn’t help.
Now I only had one option. The surgery would consist of making a 10 inch insion down the center of my back, and inserting two three inch long titanium rods on either side of my spine.
I was fifteen years old when I had the surgery. The surgery went very well, it only took four hours instead of six. It corrected the curve to 32 degrees (thoracic).
If the curve stays the same for awhile, I’m good to go, if not I might have to have a second surgery, which would limit my mobility.
I praise God that the surgery and recovery went so well. I feel very fortunate. The surgery has not restricted me from any of my normal activities, except for Rugby (I’m sure I can live without that).
And no, I don’t set off the alarm while going through the security gate at the airport.

-M.A. Schwager

random thoughts about debate...

Some Random thoughts about Debate...

Yo!

I will herby say that, this is partly my opinion. Sorry if anyone is offended, and you can talk to me for further questions or comments.

Now time for Giraffe’s opinion. First of all, What is debate? 1. To consider something; deliberate. 2. To engage in argument by discussing opposing points. 3. To engage in a formal discussion or argument. See synonyms at discuss. (taken from “The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language”).
And yes, argue is here. So let’s have a look at what argue means. 1. To put forth reasons for or against; debate:, 2. To attempt to prove by reasoning; maintain or contend:, 3. To give evidence of; indicate:, 4. To persuade or influence (another), as by presenting reasons:. (again taken from “The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language”)

Assuming that we are talking about this form of debate…

Consider the following from Acts 15:2
1And certain men which came down from Judaea taught the brethren, and said, Except ye be circumcised after the manner of Moses, ye cannot be saved.
2When therefore Paul and Barnabas had no small dissension and disputation with them, they determined that Paul and Barnabas, and certain other of them, should go up to Jerusalem unto the apostles and elders about this question.
This was in fact, about an internal issue of salvation.


Debate, in my opinion, can become both good or bad. Granted usually argument and debate are perceived as having a negative connotation. However, I do believe that they can be used for the good. This is in the context of two believers. One does not only define debating as just two parties trying to persuade each other to take his side. It is also just stating two opposing views, so that the audience can come to a better conclusion, by hearing a certain viewpoint, from a believer in that viewpoint’s perspective.

Also debate didn’t occur between believers and non-believers, persuading them to be saved. I’m not so sure that Jesus would want to have it that way.
But of course, as I said…this is just one man opinion’s. I really think that id could be good…possibly…maybe…

RightWing WingNutt

Yeah, so that's pretty much all I have time to post. Will play ketchup with ya'll later. Oh wow. I just came from watching "Freedom Writers" Amazing...however, the best movie of the recent past...was "Prestige".