Wednesday, April 27, 2011

AHHHHH!

That would be a frightened "AHHHHH," not a relaxed "ahhhhh."

I am riding on a shuttle to Boise at this very moment, in a state of mixed fear and amusement. The driver keeps driving off the road onto the rumble strips (per, pardon any typos) and the engine keeps sputtering off as we're cruising down the highway. The driver's had to restart the van at 70 mph three times just since I started writing this post. I'm not even kidding.

On the bright side, the driver's been talking the whole time about how he clips coupons and how much money he's saved (that's why he keeps running off the road, of course), and so I'm feeling pretty inspired to start couponing when I get home from this little trip (that is, if I ever get home). :)

Also, it's a nice sunny day in Idaho and the scenery is BEAUTIFUL. I love it.

- Jenny

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Easter

I learned that my friend and her husband are studying the final days of Christ's life in the New Testament each day this week, leading up to His Resurrection on Easter Sunday. I thought, Wow, that's a much better idea than trying to find some little dandy with frills to wear on Easter Sunday (refer to recent blog post below).

So I started thinking about the magnificent and terrible events of that week, and I did a little searching myself. While I was looking up a scripture online, I discovered this short video clip entitled An Easter Declaration. It sums up those events from the scriptures much better than I could in my own words, and so I'm sharing this with all of you in celebration of Easter and Christ's glorious triumph over death and sin. I know that He died for us, and now He lives for us to take away the sorrow of sin. That's what we'll celebrate this Sunday - that He lives!



One last declaration I'd like to share - the words to song (you can listen to it here).

I know that my Redeemer lives.
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, He lives, who once was dead.
He lives, my ever-living Head.
He lives to bless me with His love.
He lives to plead for me above.
He lives my hungry soul to feed.
He lives to bless in time of need.

He lives to grant me rich supply.
He lives to guide me with his eye.
He lives to comfort me when faint.
He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.
He lives to silence all my fears.
He lives to wipe away my tears.
He lives to calm my troubled heart.
He lives all blessings to impart.

He lives, my kind, wise heav’nly Friend.
He lives and loves me to the end.
He lives, and while He lives I’ll sing.
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
He lives and grants me daily breath.
He lives, and I shall conquer death.
He lives my mansion to prepare.
He lives to bring me safely there.

He lives! All glory to His name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same.
Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives:
“I know that my Redeemer lives.”
He lives! All glory to His name!
He lives, my Savior, still the same.
Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives:
“I know that my Redeemer lives!
I know that my Redeemer lives!”

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Dear Idaho,

Please stop being so windy. It really spoils the beautiful scenery. Snow is okay, but I'm ready for sunshine and playing outside, and for goodness sake, IT'S ALMOST MAY!

- Jenny

About Me...?

WARNING: LONG BORING BLOG POST ABOUT ME

Today an oldies song I used to love - "Oogum Boogum" - started playing over the loud speaker at the grocery store. My mind was flooded with images of my 17-year-old self cruising down the highway in my pink sunglasses and blue flowered sundress, singing along to radio with my friends, radiant and laughing.


This thought made me my smile until it made me think, "Maybe I'm not as interesting as I used to be." Now I don't even own sundress, let alone a dress that isn't work-appropriate. My job is practically my life, the only pair of heels I have are plain black ones, I have a cat but no kids, and I'm watching Wheel of Fortune on TV right now.


I've never felt like such a nerd in my entire life.


It makes me want to run out and buy a dress with fluttery frills and a hot pair of high heels. Actually, this sounds like a perfectly practical idea to me right now. Hmmm...


Anyway, I've been thinking alot lately about the kind of person I am, or rather, should be. Anticipating parenthood (no, not in the next 9 months) will do that to a person, I suppose. What kind of mom should I be - Should I be perpetually tidy and put-together like my aunt? Energetic and helpful like my mom? Compassionate and hard-working like my grandma? Hip and humorous like my cousin?


Of course, the envitable conclusion I've come to is that I should be myself, only that gets a little complicated with the recent realization that perhaps I've become a different person than who I used to be. Am I the same person as I was at 17, who wasn't bothered by what other people thought I should be like, or look like or act like? Maybe I should stop paying attention to the "perfect mom" magazines in the waiting room at the doctor's office.


I'm sure this is getting a little too introspective for all of you, but I'll end with this: I'm at an age where most of my friends' identities have become tied to adorable chubby baby pictures and Facebook status updates detailing their children's latest antics and accomplishments. Number one, sometimes this makes me feel like a very uninteresting person in comparison, since the book I read last week or what's happening at work just isn't as fun as talking about or looking at babies (You know, it's not just me...We're all hard-wired to love babies. It's a good thing, since babies eventually hit the terrible two's, and before you know it, they're teenagers. It's also a good thing for preventing human extinction...replenishing the earth...you know, that sort of thing). And number two, it makes me a little unsure of "who I am."


Maybe it's time to figure that out again. At any rate, I'm pretty sure whoever I am is totally awesome (because there's nobody else like me, right?), even though I might be going through kind of an awkward phase right now. :)


- Jenny