Food, Friends, Falling Trees

Today I went to my friends baby shower. I got to visit with some friends – which I enjoyed of course. I walked one dear friend out to her car and we got to talk a little bit. I reflected on how sweet it is just to be near her. She knows me. I don’t have to work to make her understand. There is enough shared history for her to on her own.

I’m living in a new place with really kind people. But, there is so much to learn. I’ve never lived with non-family. I don’t always understand the nuances of conversation. I don’t always know where I should fit in. It’s tricky knowing what I should and shouldn’t do. Knowing and being known is a tremendous blessing. 

After the shower I went out with my friend Kendall. We were able to visit and share some deep conversation. It was wonderful and meaningful, and I’m glad for it. We stopped at Starbucks and I got a coffee drink. (That should surprise you!) And guess what? I liked it! Yummy. How many other things am I going to find I like as time moves on?

Kendall and Osanna

(Here's the coffee drink. It's got whipped cream and no doubt 

copious amounts of sugar, no wonder it tasted good!)

I came back up to the farm to see some work had been done with the trees. Hurray for big strong boys. I love a can do attitude – and these fellows sure have it!

Trouble with Pictures

I'm supposed to be working. I have been, am taking a break now (is that fair when you're only an hour into work?!) and will return to the grindstone soon. I haven't blogged in days because I haven't been able to get my pictures to upload. It's extremely frustrating to me when I have limited internet access and cannot get something to work. WAIT! I get frustrated when I have unlimited internet access and cannot get things to work.
The days continue to be busy around here. There is so much to learn and do - and I love it better now than I did when I first came to the farm. That's a good sign isn't it?
Well, I'm going to try to get some pictures to upload again so that I can post some other stuff.

Getting Pulled Over: Life is Never Dull

I've been pulled over four times in my life.

Once for someone wearing their seatbelt improperly (I was ticketed and then the judge threw the ticket out later.)

Next, when the tint of my father's truck window was so dark it was illegal. (No ticket there.)

Again, in Nevada for speeding. (I got a ticket fair and square.)

Finally, yesterday for backing up on a roadway! I didn't get a ticket, but did get pulled over by THREE DIFFERENT OFFICERS! (It was at the same time, no doubt they were traveling together.) My parents and Uriah were following a way behind me and wondered what I could have possibly done to get pulled over by so many officers.

The officer who did most of the talking was actually pretty nice to me, and said he'd let it go. When he left he gave me knuckles and said to have a good day. I wanted to get a picture with them, but was to nervous to ask if they'd do it.

Maybe next time.

Blind Dating

“I turned a blind date down lately. I’m only interested in casually dating, and I’m not sure if I’m even okay with that.” – Osanna to Kendall

(This really did happen, and Kendall said I should post it on my blog. So Kendall, if you’re reading this – this is for you.)

Random Thoughts About Random Things

I'm doing this new thing - writing random thoughts about random things. I have journaled daily for years. But this is on the computer and totally random. Each paragraph is about something else... and it's been very fun. Here are some thoughts from the week.

4.7- 

This afternoon Uriah came to meet me and we went for a hike. We went to Henry Cowell and enjoyed some time visiting. He tried to get on a branch to sit with me and over shot the branch no less than three times. It was super funny and I loved it. He’s easy to love.

I’m learning to love things I never knew I could. Like watching part of a movie, or drinking milk. Last night we watched part of a movie, and turned it off to watch more later. I have hated that sort of business in the past, but I think I’m learning to love it. It’s fun to look forward to the end. I’m excited about seeing it. And milk, why, I haven’t enjoyed drinking milk in years! It’s been so long. But yesterday I drank a cup of milk and it wasn’t hard. It wasn’t bad. And today I drank a cup of milk and truly enjoyed it. That was surprising!

4.3-

I went to the beach with Thomas and Uriah. I love Thomas – he’s really wonderful, and frustrating, and madding, and lovely at the same time. We went to Davenport beach, which was so nice. Not too crowded, and just right for me. Although, it was pretty cold. I snuggled between the boys and we talked and talked.  

3.30 -

Jenni had her baby yesterday. I have been tired as a result. Things are not always as they seem… which must be a good thing. Do I always trust my own intuition? Almost. That’s one of my most feeling driven parts of me.

3.27-

My car is still not working properly. Boo-hiss. I wish it would. It’s driving me crazy and I ahhhh! CAN NOT TAKE IT. So super seriously stressful. {The car has been fixed.}

Week One: Adventures While Living on a Farm

This week has been different. REALLY different. I moved out of my parents home and over to a farm. I wanted to live more "country" and I AM now. I've been having a good time. The learning curve is steep - but at least I enjoy learning new things.
I've got limited internet access right now - and so I'm going to cover the week here quickly.

Friday: I moved. Uriah came to visit me, but never made it.

Oops! He drove right into Water.

Saturday: Worked on getting settled. Went out to dinner with Uriah (to celebrate the removal of the Corolla from the water) and friends who had helped. I didn't get a picture though.

Sunday: Pretty normal, except my car overheated on my way back to the farm, and I had to sit around for a bit. "Helped" with milking. Oh, I learned a VERY cool game called Flinch. I think you'd like it too.

Monday: Made Kefir. Helped around the farm a bit. Dropped my car off for repairs (with my dad.) Got my sisters car to borrow. She is sweet. Went to book club. Discussed The Man Who Was Thursday. Got a call from a friend that she was in labor. Went to her house in Sunnyvale. (I've got a picture, but it's not uploaded... sorry!) Slept for 15 minutes in the night.

Tuesday: Returned to the farm around 1pm. So tired... I wanted to sleep but couldn't. Made dinner - broke an important glass of the family I'm living with. Got antsy - went for a run. Looked at the stars a reflected how good God has been to me.

Wednesday: Went to work - gone all day long! Retrieved my fixed car. (The part only cost $10! I wanted to dance and sing!)

Thursday: Worked. Alarmed my boss at the second recess by looking ill. (I was only tired.) Was late picking up a friend from school because it was hot and I wanted to paint my toenails. Friend and I hung out with Uriah. Ran into loads of friends at the Point. Such a sunny day! Did dishes on the farm.

Friday: Did loads of errands. Went to Dr. Studer in San Jose. Spent time with my sister. More dishes. Spent the night with my brother Uriah at his house sitting job.

Saturday: Went to the Farmer's Market. Visited my parents house and picked up needed items. Returned to the farm and helped out with various tasks. Went shopping. Ran over to Amy's house to get a cook book for a cake recipe. (How amazingly cool that was! I seriously ran.) Made a chocolate moose cake. Did more dishes. (And I didn't take a picture of the cake!)

Sunday: Went to church. Had lunch with my sister and brother-in-law. Went to Davenport beach. Played with a friend and Uriah. Went to Costco for shopping. Visited Amy again and ate dinner with her. Returned to the farm. No one was home. Did dishes. Other people returned. Visited with them. Processes milk. Gave a back rub. Got read to - and piano played to.

Okay, that was a little more than a weeks worth of activities. And it's likely you don't care that much. I cannot help but remembering a friend telling me how arrogant it is to think someone wants to read about my life. He said it in jest, but, for some reason that's coming to mind.

  

 

Knowing Me...

Some people that know me know this: I love rules. I actually do. I don't like stupid rules, and I don't particularly like rules that other people make. But I do like my rules. I make rules for myself about a lot of things.

Examples?
If I think I'm reading more than I should, maybe for two weeks I can only read two chapters a day.
Another? I have to visually see my keys (in purse or hand) before locking my car. (Some of these rules are useful you know!)

Well I also have a blogging rule. Once I "publish" something I cannot edit it. That means, my misspellings, typos, uses of wrong words, wretched sentences... all of it, stays.

When I read over something I've written, I get to laugh rather than edit. And that's a wonderful thing.