Chicago in February

Oh, the life of a rambling college professor.  Chris has already been to several conferences since December: New York once, New York again, and now Chicago. Well, he’s not going to have all the fun without me!  I’m planning to tag along to Chicago this time.  It’s one of my favorite cities, and even though we’ll only be there 3 days, I plan to make the most of it.  Here’s what I’ve got in mind:

Take this to get there…

Northern Indiana Commuter Train

Stay here

Blackstone Hotel by Marriott

Eat here

Everest Restaurant

And visit one of these…

Shedd Aquarium

Museum of Science and Industry

The Field Museum

My sister-in-law, Nicki, and her boyfriend Preston are planning to come during that same time frame and hang out with us.  I’m looking forward to meeting Preston and being able to spend some time with family.  Chicago’s such a fun city, and I always have a great time whenever I visit.  I’m only sad that we can’t stay longer!

Down to Double-Digits

There are 97 days left till we move to New Zealand.

97 DAYS.

Does anyone have a paper bag that I can breathe into?!

You know the sensation you get right before careening down a roller-coaster hill?  That’s what I just felt.  I may get whiplash watching the pages of my day planner as they fly by.

May 15th.  It’ll be here before I know it.

So Here’s How My Morning Went…

My morning was eventful!  Chris is currently on a flight to New York.  Yesterday, he made a big deal about needing to be at the airport (located 10 minutes from our house) at 6:30 in the morning and how he hoped that I would get home early enough to drop him off without him being late.  I made sure that I was totally on schedule and ready to have him there, but he almost didn’t make the flight.  Here’s why…

6:10am – walking from the ER to my car

Jenny (on cell phone): Hey Chris – it’s me.  I’m walking to my car right now.  I should be home in a little bit!

Chris: OK – I’ll see you when you get here.

6:20am – sitting in car outside of house, trying to reach Chris on the cell phone – no answer after three separate tries.  Try honking horn – no response!  Growing suspicious because there are no lights on in the house.  Huffilly pull car into parking spot and get out, wondering, “What the heck is he doing?!”

I walk inside, and confirm that there are no lights on in the house.  Wait… is that the shower I hear?!  Didn’t he make a big stinkin’ deal about getting to the airport before 6:30, and he’s showering at 6:20?!

Jenny: Chris – what are you doing?!

Chris, staring at me over the top of the shower curtain: What?  I’ve got time.

Jenny: No you don’t!  Why are you taking a shower?!

I’m starting to wonder why he isn’t freaking out, since his flight leaves at 7:35 and it is now 6:25 in the morning.  Augh!

Chris: I don’t have to be at the airport till 6:30.

Jenny: It is six. twenty. five.

Chris: WHAT?! (eyes growing huge over the top of the shower curtain)

At this point, he starts arguing with me about how it couldn’t possibly be 6:25am, because he set his alarm for 5:20am.  I loudly encourage him to start moving his keister and get ready!

Later, as we’re speeding our way to the airport (which thankfully is soclose to our house) I asked Chris what he’d thought it meant when when I called him to tell him that I was on my way home.  He said that he thought they’d let me off work early (yeah, right!) and he’d even thought to himself, “Gee, I hope Jenny isn’t planning on leaving right when she gets home – I want to take a shower!”

When I dropped him off at the airport, he got his bags, then proceeded to walk inside leaving the car doors still open.  I had to yell at him to get him to come back and shut it.  Oh, my absent-minded professor!  He’s so cute and he makes me laugh all the time!

And then, just to round things off… his flight got pushed back till 12:20pm.  Perfect!

**PS – I heard back from the IN State BON director, and he said that he’d take care of the form.  Success!  Apparently, it’s only the women in his office who are mean.  Thanks for all your prayers and happy thoughts!**

Worried

A little prayer request – as of Friday, my state Board of Nursing was refusing to sign a form that I need for my New Zealand license application.  I was informed that their policy for any agency requesting verification was to direct them to their online database.  I’ve informed my state’s BON that the Nursing Council for the country of New Zealand will not accept anything other than this form, and that they will not go online to verify my information.  The woman that I spoke with transferred me to the voicemail of the director for my state’s BON and I informed him of what I needed.  I am hoping that he will call me back later today, telling me that they will sign the form after all.  Thus far, everyone that I’ve spoken with at the BON office has told me that they will not sign it.

I’m between a rock and a hard place.  On the one hand is the NCNZ, telling me that they will not accept anything other than this signed, sealed form.  On the other hand is my state BON, telling me that they will not sign the form.  I’m not sure what steps to take if the director tells me he will not sign the form.  As far as I can tell, the only reason for not signing the form is that they want the NCNZ to verify it themselves.  But if I tell them that the NCNZ won’t do this, shouldn’t that be reason enough for them to sign it for me?

The form is not a long one – it consists of 3 check marks, 4 fill-in-the-blanks, 3 date boxes, a box for the director’s name, title, and signature, and a box for the state seal.  All told, it’s less than half of an 8.5 x 11″ sheet of paper.  Once this information is completed (much of which I provide in the top portion), then they need to put it in the mail and send it to the NCNZ.  Taken as a whole, the entire process should take no more than 15 minutes.  It’s already taken more time to explain why I need them to fill this out than it would take for them to fill it out.

I’m worried that I’ll wake up this afternoon to a voice mail from the director, telling me that he won’t sign the form.  I don’t want to have to deal with that at all, especially not right before going in to work a 12 hour night shift in an ER.  Perhaps I’m borrowing trouble.  Perhaps I’ll wake up and the voice mail will be the director telling me, “Sure – no problem!  Send it to me and I’ll fill it out right away.”  I’m hoping that this will be the case.  Still, would you mind praying that this director is a reasonable, easy-going man, and that he’ll agree to filling out the form?  Chris has said that if the director will not sign the form, then the next step we might need to take would be to consult a lawyer.  I don’t want to think about that.  It would be easier for everyone involved if they would just sign the paper.  Please, please let that be the case!

**Update – as of right now, 4:30pm, the director hasn’t called me back.  Their office is closed for the day, so hopefully I will have some news tomorrow.  Thanks for all of your prayers and good thoughts**

Falling Back in the Habit

I’ve started running again, and it’s like I never knew how much I missed it.

I stopped running shortly after starting my new job for reasons I won’t get into.  I hadn’t been on the treadmill for a regular run in about, oh, 3 1/2 months, and I was sick of not working out.  I was doing the 30 Day Shred, but it’s just not the same.  I would think about running, and then I’d think about how long it’d been since I’d been running and I’d get scared.  I was afraid that if I got on that treadmill I would be shocked and appalled at how much I’d fallen behind.

Finally, I just bit the bullet.  I went upstairs, unfolded that treadmill, and got on.

It was (almost) like I’d never stopped.  What a relief!  I must be in better shape than I thought (and apparently working in the ER is pretty darn good exercise).

I was a bit slower, but was overall able to pick up fairly close to where I’d left off.  It was so energizing.  Sure, I was huffing and puffing and sweating like a woman wearing a snowsuit in a sauna, but I didn’t care.  I’ve run several times since then and I’m already better than I was 4 months ago.  When I run, I’m able to let my mind wander.  I think about all sorts of things and even though I’m usually worn out afterward, I feel so relaxed when it’s done.  Aaaah, running!  Welcome back!

Congratulations, Sam!

Huge congrats to my brother-in-law Sam, who was recently offered and accepted a position with a great company in Illinois.  Sam is finishing his Masters in Engineering at Iowa State, and was laid off back in March 2009.  He and my sister maintained such a good attitude throughout all of this and were great examples of what it means to trust God in stressful circumstances.  While others might have folded under the pressure, they didn’t.  I’m so happy for them.  Please join me in wishing Sam a great big “congratulations” !

Sam – if I were there, I’d buy you a Dairy Queen ice cream cake to celebrate, but since you live about 7 hours away from us, this picture will have to suffice :-)

Vintage Photographs

Do you like old photographs?  I do.  I love seeing pictures from the past and learning a little something about what life was like back then.

My family has a pretty strong sense of where we come from.  This is in part thanks to my Uncle Dave, who’s done quite a bit of studying on the subject.  I’ve always known that I have Dutch roots – I believe that most of my great-grandparents were originally from Holland, actually.  My mom would occasionally fling Dutch words and phrases into our daily life, and we all knew what banket was at an early age.  I love that I know so much about my family history.  It gives me a sense of who I am.  It makes me feel grounded.

My mom was given some vintage photographs during our last visit to my grandparents and was nice enough to share them with me.  Here are some of the ones that she sent…

Windmill

This windmill is located Holland. It was worked by my great-great-great-great grandfather, Bankeris Hoek.  He was what was known as a watermolenaar, or water miller. My great-great-great grandfather, Jacob Hoek was born there and eventually took over it’s running before immigrating to America, where he had my great-great grandfather, William.  William had a daughter Mary Hoek, who was my great grandmother.  Mary Hoek later married Fred Postma, and they had 5 children, one of whom was my grandfather Raymond.

Workers

Here’s another family photo.  My great-grandfather Martin Dykema (my grandmother’s father) is seated just left of the man holding the baby on his lap.  They were working an onion field and had all stopped for a photo break.

As you probably know, Holland is sometimes referred to as the “Low Country”, so called because of it’s position below sea level.  In order to keep the ocean out, dikes or dykes were built along the edges of the country.  A man who lived near or worked on the dikes was referred to as a dyke man, or dykema, hence my great-grandfather’s last name of Dykema.

South Holland, IL

Do you see that first store with the great big awning?  It’s a dime store owned by the aunt and uncle of my great-grandmother.  She lived there after immigrating from Holland, and was with them through her teens and into her twenties.  She eventually married my great-grandfather, Martin Dykema.  That pictures was taken in the 1920s on a parade day through South Holland, IL.

Men on Stairs

This is the back of that same store.  My great-grandfather Martin is the second man from the bottom, wearing his hat at an angle and a bright white shirt.  Don’t they all look so serious?

Fred Postma Family

This last one is of my grandfather Raymond.  I believe that he’s the one sitting to the right of the baby, wearing the dark collared shirt.  My great-grandfather died when he was fairly young, leaving his wife Mary alone during the Great Depression with 5 mouths to feed.  From stories that I’ve heard, she turned into a very hard, difficult woman.  You can only imagine why, going through such a terrible time in our country with no help and 5 children!  My grandfather told me stories about going to school with lard sandwiches.  That’s right – a sandwich made from lard.  He developed childhood Ricketts from malnourishment, which isn’t hard to believe.  Unfortunately, my grandfather was never in very good health.  He went on to fight in World War II (as did my other grandfather), but had several heart attacks during his lifetime.  He was a great man.

Most of the above has been about my mom’s side of the family.  I know a little bit more about them than about my dad’s side.  I can tell you one interesting fact about them, though.  I was told (and I don’t know how true this is), that some of my paternal ancestors were originally from France but were banished or escaped to Holland after being found guilty of horse thieving.  I do know that they later went on to become wealthy landowners and farmers in Holland.  Interesting, huh?!

Well, I hope you enjoyed this little family history lesson.  Do you have any family histories?  Let me know!  I’m naturally curious and would love to hear about them :-)

Book Giveaway Winner

Thanks to everyone who read my book review and entered the giveaway.  I loved reading all of your comments.  I really enjoy doing these reviews and sharing the books with others.  If you’d like to read my thoughts on “Perfecting Kate” by Tamara Leigh, feel free to check it out.

Now for the winner.  As selected by Random.org, the book goes to… Brittany Ann, from Living in the Moment!  Email me at mrs(dot)practicallyperfect(at)hotmail(dot)com with your mailing address, and I’ll send you the book ASAP!

A Mouse in the House

There’s a mouse in my house.

Here’s the scene:

I’m sitting in my living room Monday night.  It’s late.  Chris is already in bed, but I can’t sleep because of this whole stupid working-the-night-shift thing.  So I’m watching a movie and then I see it – a dark shape skittering over the back of the stove and going into the sink.  Gasp!

I wasn’t sure that it actually was what I thought it was, so I slowly paused the movie and stared, wide-eyed, into the kitchen.  Nothing, but I had to be sure.  I slowly walk over to the sink (which is in the dark, by the way) and peer inside.

IT JUMPED OUT AT ME!

I screamed, I threw things, I started hopping on my tip-toes, and the mouse ran back behind the stove!  Augh!  I did the only thing that I could think and grabbed a bottle of cleaning solution and sprayed behind the stove like a mad woman.  Then, I had visions of a dead mouse stinking up the kitchen a few days later and put the bottle down.  I listened.  I waited.  Nothing.  I had to be sure.  I grabbed the flashlight from my kitchen drawer, got down on my hands and knees and looked under the stove.  I didn’t see anything, and then…

Feet, fur, and a tail raced across my line of vision!  Augh!

I started cleaning like crazy.  We do not have a dirty house.  There weren’t crumbs or spills all over the place.  Sure, there were a few dishes soaking in the sink, but they were doused in suds.  But we do live across the street from a giant field.  It’s not surprising that a mouse would find its way into a warm house, but ugh!  I couldn’t stand the thought of having any opened containers of food in the kitchen.  All it took was one mental image of a mouse tail hanging out of a bag of chips or mousey teeth chewing on a bag of bread.  Into the garbage they went!

Chris opened his email the following morning and saw this message from me:

Subject: If you give a mouse a cookie…

…he will come into your house, run along the back of your stove, and hide out in the sink.  Then, when your wife goes to investigate, he’ll JUMP out and run BACK along the stove and HIDE in between it and the wall, causing your wife to shriek, throw things, spray cleaning solution behind the stove, and then become worried that the mouse has died and will start to stink, making her shine a flashlight UNDER the stove, causing her to see MOUSE FEET and a TAIL wiggling, making her scream even more, go into a cleaning frenzy, and start throwing out pretty much every open container of food.  That is why there are 2 big, full trash bags by the door this morning.

Love,

Your wife

PS – Please buy 2 mousetraps on your way home from work

Chris bought mousetraps, but they were the kind where the mouse gets stuck to a sticky pad and you have to pull it off.  No way!  He’s going to have to go back tomorrow and get some new ones.  In the meantime, I really, really hope that I don’t see any more furry, fuzzy creatures in my kitchen.  Gross!

***Don’t forget to read my book giveaway and enter to win my copy of “Perfecting Kate”***

“Perfecting Kate” Book Review + Book Giveaway!

Welcome to my 3rd Christian Fiction book review!  I started reviewing books of this genre because, well, I enjoy reading them.  I wanted to share some of that joy with you, my lovely readers.  I hope that I’ve been able to do that, and hope that I’ll continue to do so with this month’s selection – “Perfecting Kate”, by Tamara Leigh.

Perfecting Kate

Considering the recent Heidi Montag plastic surgery debacle, this selection seemed to be an apt choice :-)  Read on to discover why…

*****

Kate Meadows is a successful San Francisco artist looking for a nice, solid Christian man.  So when not one, but two handsome bachelors enter her orbit in rapid succession, her head is spinning just a bit. Michael Palmier is a hunky and famous makeup artist who actually seems to be flirting with her – rather than her physically flawless housemate, Maia.  Trouble is, he keeps handing her business cards from various beauty professionals and plastic surgeons.  Is he trying to stamp out every last bit of self-esteem she has?

Then there’s Dr. Clive Alexander, good-looking enough to be mistaken for Brad Pitt, who sends Kate’s pulse skittering every time he comes near.  Too bad he’s only interested in her work – and doesn’t think she’s much to look at.  It’s enough to send a girl running for her paint-splattered, relaxed-fit jeans and swearing off mean altogether!  But after undergoing a makeover from Michael’s staff, Kate can’t be oblivious to the admiring glances men throw her way.  Maybe she should try contacts… consider some fancy dental work… and you know, that mole really could stand to go.  The question now is, what kind of work will Kate do on herself… and who exactly is she trying to please?

*****

It’s been awhile since I’ve read a book that I couldn’t put down.  This one fit the bill.  Tamara Leigh did a great job, and I found myself relating to Kate Meadows page after page.  I think that we’ve all been in Kate’s shoes before – more interested in fixing the way we look on the outside than who we are on the inside.  Every woman has those times when your weight or skin or hair seem far more worthy of your time than spending time with God or in prayer.  I’d read one of Kate’s journal entries and think, “Yep – I’ve been there before.  I know exactly what that feels like.”  Those times when you find yourself apologizing to God for not spending enough time with Him or for missing church or for failing to hold your tongue when you knew better.

No one is perfect.  We all have failings and shortcomings.  We all have flaws.  I’d venture a guess that every single woman out there has something about her personal appearance that she’d like to change.  I know I do.  There’s nothing wrong with wanting to change the way that you look, provided that you’re doing it for the right reasons.  If you’re focused on changing how you look because you think that it’ll help you find a man or find happiness or find meaning in your life, then you’re going to be disappointed.  True happiness comes from finding God and from having a relationship with Him.

*****

As in the past, I’ve decided to pass my copy along to another reader.  If you’ve read this review and are at all interested in the book, then leave me a comment sharing one thing about your self, your inner self, that you’d like to change.  I’ll close entries at the end of the week, and announce the winner on Monday!