Dec. 4 - OUCH. The pain in my lower right abdomen started...
Dec. 19 - Alicia's Home!!!
Dec. 26 - Banana Bread Backstage. Slight meltdown. Then I almost went back to the ER.
Dec. 28 - Spent the day at the hospital. Lovely? Not so much.
According to Myers-Briggs, my personality type is ESFP.
Extraverted. Sensing. Feeling. Perceiving.
Attributes that ESFP's (can) typically have:
High-strung, but not stressed out. Peaceful, but not quiet. Practical, but not systematic.
A few famous people with this personality type are Judy Garland, Ronald Reagan, Marylin Monroe, Bob Hope, and Lauren Barlow.
It seems very fitting for me!
Perky Turkey Day. That’s what we’re calling it. Because it was a good day!
Although it’s a little strange not being with my family on holidays like Thanksgiving and Easter, this Thanksgiving was highly enjoyable! Lots of fun...a trip to the airport with Annie to drop off her sisters, listening to Lecrae while driving back to campus, stopping at Jewel for cereal and almond milk, baking chocolate chip banana bread, lunch while watching The Princess and the Frog, a nap, cooking dinner, eating dinner with a few friends, gluten/soy/lactose free dessert of the bread and chai tea, an uninterrupted time to talk to Robert, and now time to write.
I’m thankful for:
A good attitude, and even better friends
Food without lactose or soy
And our own Twitter hashtag #thanksgivingwithannieandandrea
And, of course, many other things
I feel like there’s a lot more I could write about...but I that’ll have to wait until tomorrow! :)
The Fruit of the Spirit as translated and explained by Dr. Sauer...
But the fruit (result, effect) virtues cultivated by the Spirit are:
(1) Love - willing, sacrificial giving of oneself, for the benefit of another, without thought of return
(2) Joy - gladness of life, happiness of heart
(3) Peace - harmony with others, tranquility of mind
(4) Patience - passive, calmly bearing the hurts and insults inflicted by oneself by others
(5) Kindness - courtesy
(6) Generosity - openhanded with ministry, time, advice, money
(7) Faithfulness - consistence
(8) Meekness - harnessing one’s strength
(9) Self-Control - harnessing one’s weakness
There is no law prohibiting such wonderful virtues as these!
This might be the ONLY recipe that I EVER post on here! Annie and I made it a few days ago and it was wonderful.
8 cardamom seeds
8 cloves
4 black peppercorns
2 cinnamon sticks
1 1-inch piece fresh ginger, sliced
2 cups whole milk (or soy, almond, rice, or coconut milk)
4 bags black tea
8 teaspoons sugar or more, to taste
(makes 4 cups)
*Place the cardamom, cloves, and peppercorns in a resealable plastic bag and crush with a heavy skillet.
*Place the crushed spices in a medium saucepan, along with the cinnamon sticks, ginger, milk, and 2 cups water; bring to a boil. Remove from heat, add the tea bags, cover, and let steep for 10 minutes.
*Strain into cups. To each cup, add 2 teaspoons sugar or more, to taste.
A Month in Tweets. What’s more Unoriginal than that? I’m at a loss to think of something... I blame Annie, since she was with me for a majority of my October Twitter updates! Here's 1 short update for each day in October:
Dear Diary,
Today Josh, Caleb, Heidi and I embarked on an adventure to the Chicago Music Exchange. I think this was the first time I’ve been in a guitar place without my dad. He always accompanies my trips to these places, upon my request. We arrived at the store and walked in with wide-eyed excitement. The four of us quickly scattered and drooled over the hundreds of guitars. I wanted to play a purple sparkly electric guitar or a girly acoustic one. I looked and couldn’t find either. Girls play guitar, so why don’t they make very many purple sparkly ones? One of the guys working asked if I needed help. And I did! I explained what I was looking for and his joking response was, “Well, princess, let me see what I can do. Have you ever played before?” My mind went blank as to a witty response, so I just said yes. I’ve been playing for about 7 years, actually... Oh well.
Anyways, the guy returned with the bulkiest guitar I’ve ever held. But, it had a red-orange hue to it. Oh, and a bird with a flower on the pickguard. So I guess that made it girly? I’m not sure. It was neither sparkly nor purple so it just wouldn’t work. I played a few chords and gently handed it back. I looked at all the other acoustic guitars and played a few of them, but none of them jumped out at me. Heidi and I then went back into the main room and ended up taking pictures of practically everything in the store. We were a little bored waiting for the two guys to be done.
That’s when I found it. It wasn’t perfect, but it was sparkly! It was a silver Fender Telecaster covered in sparkles! I was so excited that I grabbed the guitar, walked away from the group, and sat on the floor next to the orange amps and played it. I didn’t plug it in or anything. A girly electric guitar. Because girls can rock just as awesomely as any guy can.
Love,
Andrea
PS. Thanks to Heidi for the pictures!
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.
How there you sat in summer-time,
May yet be in your mind;
And how you heard the green woods sing
Beneath the freshening wind.
Though the same wind now blows around,
You would its blast recall;
For every breath that stirs the trees,
Doth cause a leaf to fall.
Oh! like that wind, is all the mirth
That flesh and dust impart:
We cannot bear its visitings,
When change is on the heart.
Gay words and jests may make us smile,
When Sorrow is asleep;
But other things must make us smile,
When Sorrow bids us weep!
The dearest hands that clasp our hands, —
Their presence may be o’er;
The dearest voice that meets our ear,
That tone may come no more!
Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth,
Which once refresh’d our mind,
Shall come — as, on those sighing woods,
The chilling autumn wind.
Hear not the wind — view not the woods;
Look out o’er vale and hill —
In spring, the sky encircled them —
The sky is round them still.
Come autumn’s scathe — come winter’s cold —
Come change — and human fate!
Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound,
Can ne’er be desolate.