tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74751593258018575492024-03-04T20:03:55.806-08:00God's GraceMy life and work over several years. Don't judge the early posts.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-73187535194757666322015-03-14T18:35:00.001-07:002015-03-14T18:35:19.719-07:00On Road Trips<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Road trips sound great until you're actually on one," said Alissa.<br />
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Jason and I were sitting across from our friends Alissa and Jesse at a pub in Eugene. It was nearing 9:00 p.m., and we'd been driving since noon. Dinner was the result of a spur-of-the-moment phone call about a hundred miles earlier, and we were glad we'd made it. We still had another four or so hours of driving to go, but for now we could pretend like we didn't have to return to the car soon.<br />
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Even though my heart cried, "No, I love road trips!", the more practical, tired, and coughing side of me said, "Yeah, that's actually true. Road trips are awful."<br />
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Jason's grandma turned 90 on Monday. For her birthday, we decided we'd drive down to the Sacramento area and surprise her. The problem was, birthday dinner was scheduled for 4:00 p.m. on Sunday, and we were going to an event Saturday night. Besides, I hate going through the southern Oregon and northern California mountains in the dark. Faced with little choice and eager spirits, we decided to start driving around midnight after attempting a couple hours of sleep. We'd get to Grandma's house around 11:00 a.m. and rest before dinner.<br />
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Yeah, road trips never go exactly as planned.<br />
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We did start driving at 12:46 a.m. (I checked the clock before heading out). We took turns driving, and we both ended up getting some decent stretches of sleep. I don't think we were ever in danger (otherwise we would have pulled over and slept, don't worry). But, somewhere in the last couple hundred miles of flat California landscape, I wanted to just be done. Jason was sleeping in the passenger seat, it was getting warm, I was tired and probably a little cranky. Yet, despite all my wishing, I couldn't fast forward time and make the miles disappear. We had to just keep going until we safely arrived around 1:00 p.m.<br />
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Grandma was very surprised, and very happy. We had a nice nap before dinner (which had been pushed back to 5:00, thankfully), and we had Monday to mostly relax. Then, on Tuesday, we picked up our things strewn across the guest room, packed a few snacks, had a last lunch at Chick-fil-a, and headed back to Washington.<br />
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Right now I still look back on the trip with exhaustion. Still, it was worth it. We love Jason's grandma, and I'm so glad we had the chance to show her. I have a feeling I'll look back on this trip with a twinge of nostalgia one day, and I'll convince myself that we need to do something like that again.<br />
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Maybe we should. Because road trips are fun. It's just the last couple hundred miles that aren't.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16367065602618669344noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-60800298824679324132015-03-05T22:05:00.004-08:002015-03-05T22:05:49.335-08:00The Mental To Do ListYou know that thing that's always lingering in the back of your mental to do list?<br />
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Maybe the gym is that last item for you. (It often makes that spot on my list.) Maybe it's calling a relative you don't talk to very often. Maybe it's reading your Bible, or reading in general.</div>
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This blog has been no exception. I'll often think, "That would be a good blog post idea." But then I think, "Well, it's been so long, I don't think anyone would read it anyway," or, "But I think my blog needs a better purpose before I write more." I even contemplated scrapping this blog altogether and writing a completely new one. I didn't, but I did renovate this one to make myself feel better.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16367065602618669344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-29518793154021794922012-06-22T17:30:00.002-07:002012-06-22T17:30:32.590-07:00The Process of Writing Thank-You Cards<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Months 1-3 after wedding: Time is spent recovering from wedding, returning/exchanging items, using gift cards, and putting together wedding album. The bride's mind keeps pushing the thank-you cards to a dark corner, remembering that etiquette allows an entire year. The groom has most likely learned to tag along on shopping trips and say yes to bride's decisions, but may or may not even realize that thank-you cards are necessary ever.<br />
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Month 4: The bride has started to plan her thank-you cards, the groom listening patiently. She imagines cute, hand-cut cards with calligraphy and perfectly matched wedding colors. She may have found the perfect example on Pinterest.<br /><br />Month 5: The bride has turned to Shutterfly or Costco for photo cards. She's played with designs for hours, wrote and rewrote the basic text, and looked enviously at different bloggers' cards. The groom has offered very strong emotional support.<br />
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Month 6: After seeing the cost of ordering dozens of photo cards, the bride has either a) Gone into mourning, complete with sackcloth and ashes, b) started to eat Ramen for every meal in an attempt to save money, or c) decided to revert back to Months 1-3, constantly reminding her conscience that she still has 6 months of leeway (after all, people could still send gifts!). At this point the groom has either a) provided cookie dough and chocolate for his mourning bride, b) secretly eaten at Subway every day because he's sick of Ramen, or c) decided to go on an extended (and well-justified) camping trip.<br /><br />Month 7: The bride has found cheap thank-you cards that, under some lighting, may be near one of her wedding colors. She buys them in desperation, with the full support of her groom. She now spends the next week handwriting carefully formed thank-yous, addressing envelopes, cutting her tongue on the seals, and trying to figure out what else to write besides "Thank you for the wonderful turkey statue." The groom has dutifully signed every note.<br />
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Month 8: After developing carpal tunnel and having the taste of glue in her mouth for days, the bride has successfully completed her thank-you cards. Until she remembers the $25 check from the groom's great-uncle Melvin. Sighing deeply, she looks at her guest list again--she's forgotten five gifts. The cards came in multiples of 50, and she has none leftover. At this point the groom becomes the most helpful person in the entire process, as he calmly talks the bride out of jumping off the nearest cliff.<br />
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Month 12: The deadline has come and gone. The bride has stepped away from the cards long enough to remember why she is writing them--she is a blessed woman who has many friends. The groom is relieved, until he finds out that the process will be repeated with the birth of their first child.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-56471973135541799642012-05-24T22:07:00.005-07:002012-05-24T22:08:16.878-07:00Hannah Comerford ~ Freelance Writer and Editor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcyJiWPCV8LMCW7932QmlPSsGERG1Ya2P16rVIt53XWdwr97gyfdcd3vEMP0lZJfo2SBVlIQ4-dCquxNsSkNiiegsBIdjJ2-3Z7nr5yozNDrH0FFauK55XIBSkXFsIHs5aT_hDO000tV0/s1600/_MG_6441ed.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcyJiWPCV8LMCW7932QmlPSsGERG1Ya2P16rVIt53XWdwr97gyfdcd3vEMP0lZJfo2SBVlIQ4-dCquxNsSkNiiegsBIdjJ2-3Z7nr5yozNDrH0FFauK55XIBSkXFsIHs5aT_hDO000tV0/s400/_MG_6441ed.jpg" width="400" /></a>When do we start to feel grown up? I can think of a few times when I felt like I had become an adult--when I first got my own car insurance, when I first had a full-time job, when I flew to another country on my own, when I got engaged . . .<br />
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But there's something different about graduating from college. When you actually have a degree, and you realize that you could become a professional. You could do the things you actually wanted to do. There's nobody looking over your shoulder giving you a grade--this is the real thing!<br />
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I have my own business license now. My name, Hannah Comerford, is now a business. Weird, huh? It means that I have my own business, I am a freelance writer and editor, and the IRS can now take all my income. Seriously, though, it means that I AM a writer and editor.<br />
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Is this scary? Heck yes. Is it exciting? Definitely. Did I think I would actually get to do this right out of college? Nope!<br />
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It still feels strange. I had a panic moment the other day when I realized that I was actually doing this. It feels a bit like the first time you drive a car by yourself. "Really, Mom? You actually trust me with your vehicle? And this is legal? What?!" Good thing I really enjoy driving, and I am a very competent driver.<br />
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I don't plan on trying to make my business full time, or even investing in advertising any time soon. After all the work we've been doing for Jason Comerford Photography, I don't want to get heavily involved in the administrative and marketing sides of small business. That said, my first choice is to contract for The Scribe Source. I love my "boss," I love the work I get to do, I love the organization, I love not having to deal with the logistics. However, I would certainly not deny someone the pleasure of hiring me to edit or write for them.<br />
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If you would like some language help yourself, or know someone who might be interested in hiring an editor or writer, email me at hannah@jasoncomerford.com.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-78054869960535095372012-05-11T18:12:00.001-07:002012-05-11T18:12:07.323-07:00The Purpose of GrammarIn the past month or two Jason has started watching the Vlog Brothers' years of video blogs. I usually am at my computer listening, and I've come to highly appreciate them and their wonderfully nerdy topics. This is probably my favorite one so far, though. It's very funny and makes a great point about the purpose of grammar and correcting it. It's a great reminder. So watch!<br />
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My gracious husband can attest to the fact that I can't always turn off my editor's eye. Maybe that's why I need to proofread, so I can let off some of my steam. This is also why occasional conversations with fellow grammarians about little style issues is essential for my well-being. (Did you know it's now considered standard practice to leave out the hyphen in email?)<br />
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One of the things I learned in my Publishing Procedures class was how to edit tactfully. We were given practice assignments where we had to, as gracefully as possible, point out to a pretend writer the atrocious errors in his manuscript. I think I could still use work on this, but I'm very glad Professor Solveig Robinson drilled into me the importance of tactfulness.<br />
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Because tactfulness is so important, I wanted to share this blog post I found today. It's written by a business writing expert whom I admire and concerns the right way to correct someone's typos. It's short, so please take the time to read it and let me know what you think. Are there any other tips you can think of for being tactful? Should someone respond to correction emails? If so, what's the most graceful way to thank the reader?<br />
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This isn't our dog. We don't have a dog, unfortunately. This dog, Roxy, belongs to our friends the Menas. Now that I hooked you with a photo of a super cute dog, I'm going to talk about what I really wanted to talk about. Gotcha! But seriously, please read. </div>
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Most people who know me know that I love finding a good deal. Whenever I come home from Target or a particularly good grocery store trip, I make Jason patiently listen to me explain all the sales and clearance items I found and the grand total of savings. He's a good sport.<div>
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Jason and I had a blast shooting engagement photos for some friends of mine. I've known them for several years, and am so excited that they're going to be getting married! Kyle and Emily are one of those couples you see together and can't help but smile because they are so comfortable with each other that they naturally bring out some of the best sides of each other. They're a great match.<br /><br />Okay, here's the link to Jason's blog so you can see the photos:<br /><br /><a href="http://jcomerfordphoto.blogspot.com/2012/03/kyle-emily.html">http://jcomerfordphoto.blogspot.com/2012/03/kyle-emily.html</a><br /><div>
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Here's the recipe, in case you're curious: <a href="http://www.lovefromtheoven.com/2011/03/03/green-velvet-cake-st-pattys-day-baking/">http://www.lovefromtheoven.com/2011/03/03/green-velvet-cake-st-pattys-day-baking/</a></div>
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<br /></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-31016946293689942012012-02-17T18:17:00.000-08:002012-02-17T18:17:45.908-08:00Doing What I Love and the Saxon Math BeastI was homeschooled until college. Because I didn't have a set schedule and was largely responsible for my graduation, I needed to be self-motivated from a young age. There's a particular type of independence you acquire from taking tests by yourself and deciding whether you want to finish your evil Saxon Algebra or put it off longer to finish the gigantic novel you're reading for your book report. I bet God used homeschooling to prepare me for working at home and starting a business with my husband.<br />
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Some aspects of this adventure aren't entirely fun.
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<li>You always take work home with you. You inevitably find something else to do, even when you really want to go to bed before 2 AM.</li>
<li>Then there's the boredom while you're waiting for more work. It's hard to wait for clients and business opportunities when you absolutely <i>love</i> what you do! </li>
<li>But on the other hand, there's always going to be parts of your job that feel like that awful Saxon beast that you dread slaying. No matter how much I love editing, there's always something that I just don't want to do, and I need to break out my old friend self-discipline. (By the way, Saxon is one of the leading homeschool math textbooks, and it has a loyal following of haters.)</li>
<li>Well, let's just say you aren't going to be a millionaire when you first start doing your business full time.</li>
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Yet, despite these issues, I am so happy that God has placed us here. It's challenging, and I'm struggling to not worry constantly, but it's where He wants us. And when God wants you somewhere, that's the safest place to be.</div>
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So here are some of the perks of working at home:</div>
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<li>No commutes, except for fun things like photoshoots and meetings with people who pay you and other glorious tax-writable events. No more spending thousands of dollars on gas!!!</li>
<li>Being able to eat meals together as a couple all the time. I like it.</li>
<li>Being woken up by my husband every day, instead of groggily giving him a goodbye kiss and then going back to bed.</li>
<li>The ability to schedule things like trips to take engagement photos in the middle of the week and coffee dates with friends at hours Jason would usually be at work with the car.</li>
<li>The fact that we both love what we do. I am so blessed.</li>
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Eventually I might have more of a focus to these blog posts. But I'll leave you with this for now, and hopefully it'll remind you to pray for me and Jason as a newlywed couple and to pray for our business. Thanks for your support!</div>
</div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-74254692593235240362012-02-12T14:38:00.000-08:002012-02-12T14:40:52.082-08:00New Websites and Writing TipsJason Comerford Photography has a new website! It's quite pretty, if I do say so myself. I'm even there in the "About Us" section. Check it out at <a href="http://www.jasoncomerford.com">www.jasoncomerford.com</a>! <br><br>
Also, I've been writing and editing writing tips for The Scribe Source. It's a quick, easy way to learn a little facts that will help you communicate more effectively. Come take a look at <a href="http://www.thescribesource.com/">http://www.thescribesource.com/</a> or follow the Facebook page <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Scribe-Source/114971218514204">here</a>.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-26812586207347333112012-02-03T10:37:00.000-08:002012-02-03T10:37:39.399-08:00Random Overheard ConversationJust found this draft from when I was in Kona. Had to share:<br><br>
Guy 1: "Dude, you're so cool, you can be the best man in my wedding!"<br />
Guy 2: "Uh, you can come to my wedding."<br />
Guy 3: "You can send a gift to mine."Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-17462090160871517812012-02-02T16:08:00.000-08:002012-02-02T16:08:49.748-08:00Birthdays and Small BusinessI do like the chance to shop at Target and get everything picked up at once. I do like knowing that I can get at least decent coffee from a Starbucks in London as well as in Puyallup. And I do like getting good deals on Amazon every once in a while.<br><br>
However, there's something different about going to a locally owned establishment. Perhaps I'm a little biased, since my husband owns and runs a small business and I do editing and writing for a small business that in turn works for small businesses and nonprofits. And I thought the idea of business classes sounded absolutely dreadful. Go figure.<br><br>
Today is Jason's birthday, and to celebrate we went to our favorite little Chinese restaurant by PLU. It's called The Tea Leaf, and Jason's been going there since his freshman year of college 6 years ago. The owner, whose name I can't type because it's Korean and I would butcher it, loves Jason. She asks how his work is doing, how his parents are, where his parents live, if we're going to visit them any time soon, etc. I mentioned that we're celebrating his birthday, and she brought out an entire extra plate of potstickers, AND gave us Jason's meal for free. Yes, he has invested lots and lots of time and money into that business over the years, but she didn't need to do that. And after every course she thanked <i>us</i>. No sense of entitlement there, eh?<br><br>
When we're in the middle of a big faith journey, it's so encouraging to see that God is blessing us. I love it when He uses yummy Chinese food!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-51418954811306767332012-01-31T12:21:00.000-08:002012-01-31T12:25:04.412-08:00God Works Tomorrow--and Now!As long as I've know Jason, he's wanted to be a full-time photographer. He's one of the few photographers I know who loves to shoot weddings, and is actually very, very good at it. He's had his own business for about 2 years now, but it's always been on the side. We've known for a while that God would one day make it a full-time occupation, but it was always a dream for the future. It's so easy to believe that God can do something in the future, since it's still a mystery. But God doing something in the present, now that's hard to believe.<br><br>
Anyway, God has been closing doors on us. Doors of job opportunities that we thought for sure would be wide open have been shut rather decidedly. On the other hand, opportunities seem to be opening up for the business, slowly but surely. After prayer and counsel, we've decided that it's time to do this photography business full time. We knew God would work through this business, and we believe that it's actually happening now.<br><br>
However, that doesn't mean that we automatically have 50 weddings planned for this year and never have to worry about money again. The business is still developing, and it's taking a lot of time, effort, money, and, most of all, faith. We need to actually trust that God knows what He's doing (which He does). We need to believe that He will provide for us, even when it doesn't make sense. We need to have faith that God is in control, even when it doesn't look like it. It's a huge step of faith, but we know that it's the right thing to do.<br><br>
So, Jason Comerford Photography is officially in business! We now have a Twitter that you can follow, https://twitter.com/#!/jason_comerford. You can also visit his website, www.jasoncomerford.com. Please pray that GOd will continue to bless this business, use it to glorify Him, and continue to grow our faith during this time.<br><br>
I'll continue to update this blog with some of my adventures being a housewife and starting a business. Keep reading!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-92127616378035153362012-01-28T17:05:00.000-08:002012-01-28T17:11:30.870-08:00A Year in ReviewI know, it's been a while. But rather than apologize for the months of not writing and talk about how nobody probably reads this anyway, I'm going to give a brief (hopefully) overview of 2011 and then jump into my current life. <br />
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<b>January</b><br />
Most of you know from the last updates, but I had the privilege of being a nanny for two of my favorite little girls at the YWAM Kona missions base. The best January I ever had.<br />
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<b>February</b><br />
My boyfriend Jason surprised me with a visit in Hawaii. We were at a rough place, but he chose to show his love for me by dropping everything and meeting me there.<br />
Also, The Melting Pot for Valentine's Day. Just sayin'.<br />
I started my last semester of university.<br />
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<b>March</b><br />
Not much happened. I mostly agonized over writing poetry that would let me pass my capstone class.<br />
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<b>April</b><br />
Jason and I went to Leavenworth for the day. Lots of great German food and a wonderful tea shop were the highlights of this Bavarian town.<br />
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<b>May</b><br />
Jason asked me to marry him! It's a long story, but it involved a day trip to Sequim, buying an E for our Scrabble game, one of the longest sand spit in the world, and a lot of speechlessness.<br />
I graduated from PLU! I was actually kind of sad to be done. I miss school, and I keep trying to find excuses to visit professors. Yeah, I'm a bit odd. Our commencement ceremony was actually really good, included wonderful speakers. Jason's parents flew up for my graduation.<br />
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<b>June</b><br />
I moved into the Zion Women's Ministry House to sublet for someone for the summer. I loved living with 8 other girls, some of whom were my best friends. It was the perfect place to relax for the summer.<br />
Wedding planning started.<br />
I started working as an independent contractor for The Scribe Source. This is a business that does writing and editing for small businesses and nonprofits. Since then I've been able to write, transcribe, and edit for a variety of projects, and I LOVE it. I was so blessed to be given work within my major so quickly.<br />
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<b>July</b><br />
My first bridal shower was a lovely tea party at the end of July at the Zion House. Dianna was gracious and let me make my own Shakespeare game. :D Jason's mom came up and helped with wedding and bridal shower planning.<br />
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<b>August</b><br />
I turned 22 and had a Lord of the Rings marathon to celebrate. We did take breaks, don't worry.<br />
I had my second bridal shower, a fun get-together with some of the women who watched my grow up at my old church.<br />
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<b>September</b><br />
Now this is a story that most of you know and is way too long to post on here. To put it simply, I passed out at a friend's wedding and had to have emergency heart surgery. The groom's parents "just so happened" to be doctors, and I "just so happened" to be near one of the best hospitals for heart surgery in the nation. Many, many people prayed for me, from 5 continents, I believe. Jason's parents flew up to be with us, and I had friends who came to the hospital almost daily.<br />
Friends came up to throw me a "bachelorette" party at the hospital (they joined me in wearing hospital gowns, made me a tiara, and watched Enchanted with me), much to the amusement of the nurses. The nurses offered us a stripper, but they say he'd probably be 80 and have a catheter; we declined.<br />
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<b>October</b> <br />
I finally got to go home and stay home! After much drama, a doctor finally figured out that I had whooping cough, which was making it a lot harder for me to recover. It eventually went away, and my heart surgeon released me. <br />
Jason's mom stayed with us for most of the month to help with me.<br />
My heart surgeon, a very experienced doctor, told me that he had only operated on two other patients as sick as I was--neither of them made it. <br />
Once I was given the clean bill of health, Jason and I decided to, well, get married. That way we could live together, and Jason could more easily handle the hospital bills. In less than a week we planned a tiny ceremony, and on October 22, 2011, we were married. <br />
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<b>November</b><br />
We couldn't just have a tiny ceremony and not celebrate with all our friends! In about 3 weeks we put together another wedding, this time as a sort of replacement for the original. So, on November 11, 2011, we were married again! <br />
We also had our first married Thanksgiving at the Petersons' house. By the end of the day I was rather thankful I didn't need to make the whole meal.<br />
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<b>December</b><br />
Jason and I celebrated our first Christmas together as a married couple. It was quiet, but we were able to have a tree and a lasagna dinner. <br />
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Okay, that's it for now. If you have any questions you can always email or FB message me, or just stalk my FB. Current updates will come soon!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-83024235782188910742011-01-12T23:09:00.000-08:002011-01-12T23:10:23.629-08:00English Lesson"We don't eat cats! We eat dogs- and silkworms!" ~ my Chinese roommate<br /><br />Little did I know that using the word litter for both trash and kittens would upset her so much.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-77429587710587758312011-01-12T22:19:00.000-08:002011-01-12T22:31:05.996-08:00Nanny Highlights* There's a gazebo near the tree house Raegan likes to visit. She asked me what it was and I said a gazebo. She now calls it either a "gazeeba" or the "zageebo."<br /><br />* The other day Raegan took out her Barbies and said "They're getting their noses cut." I asked why, at first thinking it was nose piercing. She said, "Because they aren't perfect." I panicked. How did she find out about plastic surgery?! Suddenly I remembered that she had just watched the Veggie Tales Pinnochio movie. In it "Pistachio" had to have his nose trimmed by his father because it had grown after he lied. We had a talk about wooden people vs. real people.<br /><br />* Anabelle got to try real solid food for the first time today. I never knew Ritz crackers could be such a mess. <br /><br />* Raegan read my Bible today. The story went something like, "And God saved your life and for 400 years. And you and me are going to work together now, and you're powerful!"Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-46996354384973418432011-01-08T23:25:00.000-08:002011-01-08T23:44:07.729-08:00OhanaSo nannies aren't exactly the most noticed people at the YWAM base. I get to participate in activities when I'm not watching the kids, but it's not the easiest position. The enemy's been trying to tell me that I'm not going to get anything out of this, that this is for students and not for me, that I'm not going to be here long enough, etc. Jordan and Danielle prayed for me this morning and called me out on it, and I repented and asked for God's grace.<br />The day was fun, in town with the Boleys and then a rather stressful afternoon with the kids. At night there was a dessert social for all the students, and after eating a lot of wonderful sweets we sat at tables and were told to each answer 3 questions. <br /><br />#1. How did you come to know the Lord?<br />#2. What has been your biggest struggle/the hardest thing you've had to come through?<br />#3. What's your biggest, ultimate dream?<br /><br />There were 8 of us at my table, and we ended up talking for probably 2 hours. Simple icebreaker questions, but something happened. The Holy Spirit came and we were all overwhelmed, we finished our talking by praising God and praying for each other. Suddenly I saw and experienced what I had been hearing over and over again the past couple of days: ohana. It's Hawaiian for family (think Lilo & Stitch), and the leaders have been impressing it on everyone that this is who we are now.<br /><br />I know that I need to go back. I miss my friends, I really miss Jason, and I don't think I could survive Hawaii once the weather isn't "mild." But tonight I actually wished that I could stay for longer. Ohana made me long to stay.<br /><br />P.S.- My allergies are doing a lot better. I actually wore contacts today! Keep praying, though. :)Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-21079062368465108002011-01-07T15:37:00.000-08:002011-01-07T15:52:33.559-08:00Next Adventure: Kona!!!Okay, so it hasn't quite been a year since the last post. It just feels like it. It was almost a year ago that I stepped on the plane to London, and just yesterday I stepped on another plane to go west.<br />My dear friends Jordan and Danielle Boley felt called to pack up everything and take their family to do a Discipleship Training School with Youth With a Mission (YWAM) in Kona, Hawaii. Not only do I love them, but I adore their kids, too. So when they needed a nanny, they asked me to come along with them. Unfortunately, I can't stay for the entire 3 months because of school, but I am totally blessed to be able to nanny for them for the first month of their DTS. The decision was made and forms were filled out in the nick of time, and suddenly I found myself in a tropical climate for the first time ever. <br />I have some amazing roommates from all over the world- Norway, Canada, Russia, and Hawaii! Most of them are doing their own DTS programs, but one other is a nanny. It feels very much like camp- camp food, a small room with bunk beds, lots and lots of unfamiliar faces, ants . . . During the weekdays I get to hang out with the Boley girls while mom and dad are in school. Raegan is 3 and adjusting well, although it's very confusing and hard for her. Anabelle is 10 months and just starting to walk, which makes it that much more challenging to keep those girls occupied! They are very sweet girls, though, and I feel super blessed to be here.<br /><br />Random: I saw a strange animal by the playground, a little girl informed me that it was a mongoose. I heard they eat snakes, so I now really like them. <br />More random information: The moon is upside down! The moon was a sliver last night, and the sliver was on the bottom instead of the side. It was very bizarre. I keep on reminding myself I'm in another state, not another country.<br /><br />If you read this, please pray for my health. I've been having eye problems, and it's hard to stay upbeat and to focus on things when my eye is hurting. I think my allergies are acting up, too, which isn't helping. Praise the Lord, I got a nap in today!<br /><br />I'll keep you updated!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-87433217158616394442010-08-15T11:54:00.000-07:002010-08-15T12:15:47.053-07:00Just Me and My GodWhen I went to London, I went to London alone. Many nights were spent frustrated, crying, and feeling absolutely alone. I was never able to plug into a church, and 99% of the students at my program didn't know the Lord or knew a false idea of Him. It was in the loneliness that God met me and showed me more of Who He was, not Who everyone else was telling me He was. I was given the ability to adore His beauty and to see it in things I hadn't seen it in before. I was able to seek Him before humans because He was the only one to help me sometimes. And in the midst of all this I learned to love the sinner without trying to save them myself. <br /><br />Now, in Tacoma, I've faced a different sort of loneliness. For a great deal of my summer most of my closest friends have been absent in one way or another. I've had to learn to seek the Lord before my friends, even now that my friends aren't several thousand miles away. And you know what it's done? It's forced me to trust my God.<br /><br />I've had to learn to trust God and not my own understanding or others' understanding. I'm still learning to trust Him even when I don't have a job or a place set up for the fall. I've just barely begun to stop setting my eyes on myself and see that God has much bigger things going on around me.<br /><br />School probably shows best what God is doing in me right now. I've never thought that I was a poet. In fact, I didn't really like poetry. That is, until last January when, by the grace of God, my professor taught me the basics and then told me that I was incredibly gifted and should pursue poetry. Through a strange series of events God stripped me of my own attempts at planning my school year. He kept me from choosing what I felt I could have done by my own power pretty easily. And then, in His own ways, He confirmed that I was to take more poetry classes. Scared to death, I enrolled in Intermediate Poetry in order to take the poetry capstone in the spring, making my entire PLU career focused on poetry. <br /><br />I can't write poetry on my own. I can't be a poet without God directly working in me. It needs to be God. Where before school was my comfort zone, now God has made it someplace where I need to be completely dependent on Him. And it's exciting. I have my loved ones close to me again, but now I get to be blessed by them while trusting my God to sustain me. Praise God!Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-81618453169149671142010-07-18T16:08:00.001-07:002010-07-18T16:19:45.028-07:00Football, Temper Tantrums, and BookstoresTwo months back in the States. Is it possible? Most of my British mannerisms seem to be gone, although it was really hard to say the word soccer during the World Cup. It makes more sense to call it football, especially since most of the world does!<br /><br />I'm nannying Mondays and Thursdays this summer for a family with 6 kids. It's been challenging, to be sure, but also kind of fun. I'm learning so much, too. For instance, children cannot comprehend the big picture. You tell them they can't eat a snack at 4:30 because dinner's at 5:00, and they wonder why you're so mean as to starve them like that. After I'm done getting impatient, I realize how similar I am to that child. After all, I like to pretend that I know what I need better than God does. How could He delay giving me what I ask Him? Doesn't He know I need it right now? How many times have I thrown my own adult temper tantrums because God didn't allow me to spoil my appetite for the good things He had planned for me?<br /><br />I'm really enjoying not being in a long distance relationship. Jason and I have been able to spend lots of quality time together, and the Lord has totally been working in both of us together. This last week we spent a day in Port Townsend, where we had a picnic, explored a creepy old fort, and visited the really cool Victorian downtown. The highlight was for sure the old bookstore we found- by the grace of God, I was able to limit myself to buying only 3 books! <br /><br />I'm missing London a lot, but God is blessing me this summer. :)Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-45189042953760864602010-05-14T09:04:00.000-07:002010-05-14T09:13:55.628-07:00A Fond FarewellToday I went to Borough Market with Lizzie and Hannah Lee and roamed the food market (like Pike's Place, but very much a London market). We ordered pies and a pasty for lunch and ate in the courtyard of the church where Shakespeare worshiped, down the road from the Globe. We had a long conversation with the distinctly English man selling us fresh Turkish Delight, and we bought hot mulled wine from two men who told us their recipe and how they don't add sugar like other mulled wine makers. Lizzie and I took our last double-decker bus to Waterloo Station and then crossing the foot bridge, saying goodbye to Big Ben and the London Eye from our view above the Thames River. I went off on my own to the National Portrait Gallery, said hi to Henry VIII and William Morris and Queen Elizabeth II and Oscar Wilde. I visited the tea shop on the Strand, bought myself a tea tidy so I can make a proper cup of tea back in the States. Then, picking up a London Evening Standard, I descended into Charing Cross Underground Station and took the Tube back to Alice's house.<br /><br />Farewell, London, my dear, dear friend. I will return.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-82419397324900154942010-05-10T05:24:00.000-07:002010-05-11T03:19:19.153-07:00RestlessnessI can't concentrate on anything.<br />Sleep doesn't come easily, and when it comes it's too long or too short.<br />I'm not worried about finals, and it's hard to force myself to study.<br />A large suitcase sits underneath my desk, a duffel bag next to my chair, and every so often I get the urge to add things to their half-empty bodies.<br />My shelves are half-filled, a large stack of books now transferred to my dresser where they await their return to the AHA building.<br />I'm constantly trying to think of things I can leave behind or use up so that my luggage will be lighter for travel.<br />I treat myself to drinks or scones or other British food, knowing that it might be my last chance to savour these things for a long time.<br />I tell my heart to be still, my mind to focus on homework, my restless body to settle down; it doesn't work.<br /><br /><br />I'm leaving my home.<br /><br />I'm going home.Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-85609978199239705452010-05-02T04:42:00.000-07:002010-05-02T15:16:20.170-07:00Beatles, Cricket, a Punt, Fish, and a BoxSo I'm currently in a rush to try and mark things off my "To Do Before I Leave London" list. Here's some of the highlights of this past week:<br /><br />*Some friends and I went to Abbey Road.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZBi4ooqkMUZ0LPsyA_ziCSRHeCnBSa_uqMlpCMBRiOBKnm7KMnxnKORsNZklaXml7IWMOxXVZTQ94LHT1CUFzyHhZYTjgpF1TEnvAgNlcUR8q5vetaLO5YN9a9fWyJGy35C5zjQ1_qE0/s1600/_MG_4173.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZBi4ooqkMUZ0LPsyA_ziCSRHeCnBSa_uqMlpCMBRiOBKnm7KMnxnKORsNZklaXml7IWMOxXVZTQ94LHT1CUFzyHhZYTjgpF1TEnvAgNlcUR8q5vetaLO5YN9a9fWyJGy35C5zjQ1_qE0/s320/_MG_4173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466639248924257154" /></a><br /><br />*My history class visited Lord's Cricket Grounds, the center of cricket. I'm still pretty foggy on the rules of cricket, but I did sort of figure it out by the time we left the match.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldlV1NMkPBsHL9rgIOY-YLc4ntNvaNoDM9ddSKJIH3V0DIQBZU4_Nkj05WpNJ6TIdzAdy_pPqWOgrOKpsHTWHutYf6ytwDUsoXjzKmMYmg653iPnAOlucGzpRLL-Zjx49_TRol33vd_4/s1600/_MG_4185.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldlV1NMkPBsHL9rgIOY-YLc4ntNvaNoDM9ddSKJIH3V0DIQBZU4_Nkj05WpNJ6TIdzAdy_pPqWOgrOKpsHTWHutYf6ytwDUsoXjzKmMYmg653iPnAOlucGzpRLL-Zjx49_TRol33vd_4/s320/_MG_4185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466640471596894034" /></a><br /><br />*I saw the play Women Beware Women, the musical Billy Elliot, and Riverdance. The play was really twisted but in an odd way beautiful, the musical had incredible dancing and one of the best child actors I've ever seen, and Riverdance was way overpriced but beautiful and fun.<br /><br />*I got to hang out with Jason's roommate from last year, Luke, and his friend from his study abroad program in Ireland. It was fun to catch up and show them around. I've missed Luke!<br /><br />*Katy and our friend Corinne and I went back to Oxford on Friday. We tried a punt (those long boats with poles that you use to push it through the river) and utterly failed, so we ended up taking a pedal boat down the river. We went back to the Eagle and Child, and we bought university clothing. This time I got to go see the Magdalen College, where C. S. Lewis taught! It was incredible, I nearly cried. Everyone was so nice to us, too. The porter at Magdalen let us each get in for one pound "on account of the bad weather" (it's normally 3 pound fifty each). Afterward when we went to Merton College (the one where Tolkien taught), the porter let us in for free instead of the usual two pound fifty. The picture below is of Lewis's rooms at Magdalen.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBs97kN2YbzmBoGpm4YPBPYg13xjnLcj5AtDYzRuX1TmHdELS8ZixZ5iRQCRk1HlZxL9RaHtSmEE-XAN0clAhuZGST9X8wiW5Vdzxo3zV9EBKAJiJvKjgGW4rQnsGfHOWRwVo6geTkXlU/s1600/_MG_4207.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBs97kN2YbzmBoGpm4YPBPYg13xjnLcj5AtDYzRuX1TmHdELS8ZixZ5iRQCRk1HlZxL9RaHtSmEE-XAN0clAhuZGST9X8wiW5Vdzxo3zV9EBKAJiJvKjgGW4rQnsGfHOWRwVo6geTkXlU/s320/_MG_4207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466642693540344242" /></a><br /><br />*On Saturday some friends and I went to Brighton, a hippie town by the sea. It was beautiful, much like a colder British version of a South California beach town. We rode a carousel, went to a pub, went shopping, relaxed on the rocky shore. Oh, and I ate fish and chips for the first time in England. I know, I know, how could I spend 3 months in England and not eat fish and chips? Well, I don't like fish, so this was a breakthrough for me. I made it through, but I think that I've had enough breakthrough in this area to last me awhile. I'll stick to steak and ale pie. ;)<br /><br />I'm having a great time, and I'm loving London more and more. Yet, the best part of this week came Thursday night, when I got home late and found a package waiting for me on my bed. Whitney had brought it back for me (she had class and so got to the mail when I didn't), and she had placed an airmail sticker on the customs form to cover up what was inside the box. I waited until I had finished up my other tasks for the night. I crawled into bed, exhausted, kind of grumpy, frustrated over plans; I picked up the box. Opening it, all I did was read the introduction letter from Jason before I started crying. Jason had asked my friends to write letters and notes of encouragement to me, and he had sent them all to me via ridiculously expensive and slow air mail. As I read the notes one by one, I was overcome by how much I am loved- by Jason, by my friends, by God! The words were right on, and the encouragement was exactly what I needed at that moment. <br /><br />I love London, but I can't wait to see my amazing friends in person. The box is helping me last until May 15th. :)Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475159325801857549.post-72954707773102063622010-04-25T14:41:00.000-07:002010-04-25T15:08:12.900-07:00Happy St. George's Day! And happy birthday, William!Friday was St. George's Day. St. George is the patron saint of England; I believe he slayed a dragon, I'm not sure what else he did. The flag of England in theory should be shown on St. George's Day, which is a white flag with a red cross (NOT to be confused with the British flag, the Union Jack we're familiar with). The people of England, with their huge amount of English pride, do basically nothing for their official holiday.<br />BUT, the good news is that scholars believe that William Shakespeare was born and died on that same day, April 23rd. That means that literary and theatrical nerds from all over the world travel to Shakespeare's hometown of Stratford-upon-Avon to celebrate. Our program had the wonderful chance to participate in this pilgrimage.<br />Once we got to Stratford-upon-Avon on Friday, we almost immediately visited Shakespeare's grave, his birthplace, and the house he was living in when he died. The grave was, well, a grave. Really, I've never understood the big deal about seeing graves. The birthplace was fun to visit; in honor of Shakespeare's birthday photography was allowed in the house and there was mead tasting in the garden (I kind of liked mead, by the way). I almost couldn't tear myself away from the giftshop! The last house was kind of boring; the garden is getting torn apart right now because archeologists are digging it up to find Shakespeare relics, and the house didn't have much to see. <br />After our museum visits, Katy, Whitney, Sarah, and I happened upon a souvenir shop which was selling cheap St. George's Day items. We couldn't help but get in the spirit- each of us got a little English flag to wave. It got better, though. When we went to a pub for dinner, we discovered a collection of St. George's Day English flag crowns- like Burger King crowns, only selling ale instead of burgers. Katy bravely asked the bartender if we could have some. Apparently the bartender was a little puzzled, but they let us take them. We spent the majority of the remainder of our time in Stratford-upon-Avon with crowns on our heads and little flags waving.<br />That night we watched a performance of King Lear by the Royal Shakespeare Company. All I can say is, wow. It was intense, to say the least. A tragedy with themes of the Apocalypse and betrayal and insanity, it was incredibly well done but also very hard to watch.<br />We all spent the night in various Bed & Breakfasts (sooooo nice after our hostel experiences!). The next day we hurried off to Anne Hathaway's house (the house where Shakespeare's wife lived before she married). It was very lovely, had beautiful gardens and another all-too-tempting gift shop. After we finished, we went to the parade. Every year they hold a parade with important town officials, various schools, boy scouts, girl guides, drama groups, and other random people. The parade ends at Shakespeare's grave, by which everyone lays down flowers. It was a lot of fun, and an older couple in the parade gave Katy and I sprigs of rosemary when they saw our English spirit (rosemary is traditionally worn on that day to symbolize remembrance). I decided that when I have kids I want to dress up in Elizabethan clothes with my husband and my little kids and take part in the parade. You would agree with me if you saw how adorable the kids were!<br />Probably the other best part of the day was our ferry ride. For 50 pence (roughly 75 cents) we got take about a 5-minute ferry ride across the river. For the celebration, a Royal Shakespeare Company actor rode on the boat and recited a sonnet to us. So lovely! There were also actors roaming the town and randomly acting scenes from A Midsummer Night's Dream. It was always fun when we stumbled upon a fight scene.<br />On the train ride home we had one more adventure. It just so happened that we were sharing our train car with two of the actors from King Lear! One of them, Kathryn Hunter, played a really, really great fool, and she's also been in some films (like Harry Potter). We were able to get their autographs and talk to them for a short time. The play was so good, we were slightly starstruck by our run-in.<br />My weekend was so much fun! I still can hardly believe I had the opportunity to do all of this. I am so blessed. :)Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09102778448534839020noreply@blogger.com1