Sunday, August 10, 2008

Here Comes the Bride...

Well, it's official. I'm old.
No, I'm just kidding, although I am feeling a bit aged following my oldest niece's wedding this past weekend. I'm sure it comes as no surprise to any of us that one of my nieces and nephews (formerly totaling eleven in number, now twelve) beat me to the altar, but just yesterday this feat came to pass. I was thrilled to stand next to my dear Katharine as she pledged her love and faithfulness to my newest nephew, Adam. She was a gorgeous bride, he a handsome groom, and together they make a wonderful couple.

The entire weekend, though exhausting, was full of joy and laughter from beginning to end. I have been so blessed to be a part of such a fabulous beginning, and it is my prayer that the joy and laughter will continue throughout Adam and Katharine's entire marriage.














The lovebirds enjoyed a morning of brunch and presents, and they're now off to Mexico for a fantastic honeymoon. Congratulations to Adam and Katharine, we love you both so much!

"What greater thing is there for two human souls that to feel that they are joined... to strengthen each other... to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories." ~George Eliot

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

An Ideal Husband...

Having recently returned from a reunion weekend in Traverse City, during which I was asked repeatedly about my marital status, or lack thereof, I found this editorial in the New York Times to be very interesting. As the search for Mr. Right continues, though seemingly more fervently by those around me as opposed to myself, these little tidbits provide some enlightening points to ponder. For all those of you who are already lucky in love, leave your insights in the comment section for myself and my fellow singles. We'd love to hear what you were looking for, and what you've found, in your special someone!

July 6, 2008
Op-Ed Columnist

An Ideal Husband

This weekend, we celebrate our great American pastime: messy celebrity divorces.

There’s the Christie Brinkley/Peter Cook fireworks on Long Island and the Madonna/Guy Ritchie/A-Rod Roman candle in New York.

So how do you avoid a relationship where you end up saying, “The man who I was living with, I just didn’t know who he was” — as Brinkley did in court when talking about her husband’s $3,000-a-month Internet porn and swinger site habit? (Not to mention the 18-year-old mistress/assistant.)

Father Pat Connor, a 79-year-old Catholic priest born in Australia and based in Bordentown, N.J., has spent his celibate life — including nine years as a missionary in India — mulling connubial bliss. His decades of marriage counseling led him to distill some “mostly common sense” advice about how to dodge mates who would maul your happiness.

“Hollywood says you can be deeply in love with someone and then your marriage will work,” the twinkly eyed, white-haired priest says. “But you can be deeply in love with someone to whom you cannot be successfully married.”

For 40 years, he has been giving a lecture — “Whom Not to Marry” — to high school seniors, mostly girls because they’re more interested.

“It’s important to do it before they fall seriously in love, because then it will be too late,” he explains. “Infatuation trumps judgment.”

I asked him to summarize his talk:

“Never marry a man who has no friends,” he starts. “This usually means that he will be incapable of the intimacy that marriage demands. I am always amazed at the number of men I have counseled who have no friends. Since, as the Hebrew Scriptures say, ‘Iron shapes iron and friend shapes friend,’ what are his friends like? What do your friends and family members think of him? Sometimes, your friends can’t render an impartial judgment because they are envious that you are beating them in the race to the altar. Envy beclouds judgment.

“Does he use money responsibly? Is he stingy? Most marriages that founder do so because of money — she’s thrifty, he’s on his 10th credit card.

“Steer clear of someone whose life you can run, who never makes demands counter to yours. It’s good to have a doormat in the home, but not if it’s your husband.

“Is he overly attached to his mother and her mythical apron strings? When he wants to make a decision, say, about where you should go on your honeymoon, he doesn’t consult you, he consults his mother. (I’ve known cases where the mother accompanies the couple on their honeymoon!)

“Does he have a sense of humor? That covers a multitude of sins. My mother was once asked how she managed to live harmoniously with three men — my father, brother and me. Her answer, delivered with awesome arrogance, was: ‘You simply operate on the assumption that no man matures after the age of 11.’ My father fell about laughing.

“A therapist friend insists that ‘more marriages are killed by silence than by violence.’ The strong, silent type can be charming but ultimately destructive. That world-class misogynist, Paul of Tarsus, got it right when he said, ‘In all your dealings with one another, speak the truth to one another in love that you may grow up.’

“Don’t marry a problem character thinking you will change him. He’s a heavy drinker, or some other kind of addict, but if he marries a good woman, he’ll settle down. People are the same after marriage as before, only more so.

“Take a good, unsentimental look at his family — you’ll learn a lot about him and his attitude towards women. Kay made a monstrous mistake marrying Michael Corleone! Is there a history of divorce in the family? An atmosphere of racism, sexism or prejudice in his home? Are his goals and deepest beliefs worthy and similar to yours? I remember counseling a pious Catholic woman that it might not be prudent to marry a pious Muslim, whose attitude about women was very different. Love trumped prudence; the annulment process was instigated by her six months later.

“Imagine a religious fundamentalist married to an agnostic. One would have to pray that the fundamentalist doesn’t open the Bible and hit the page in which Abraham is willing to obey God and slit his son’s throat.

“Finally: Does he possess those character traits that add up to a good human being — the willingness to forgive, praise, be courteous? Or is he inclined to be a fibber, to fits of rage, to be a control freak, to be envious of you, to be secretive?

“After I regale a group with this talk, the despairing cry goes up: ‘But you’ve eliminated everyone!’ Life is unfair.”



**P.S. Congratulations to my roommate Meghan and her fiance Jordan who were recently engaged this past weekend!

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Expense Report...


Tank of gas to get to Chicago: $45
Time spent looking for a city parking spot: one big headache
New outfit, including dress, bangles, clutch & lip gloss: $43 (what steal!)
El fare to Lincoln Park: $2
First round: who knows
Cab fare to the Hange Uppe: $15

Being fully cognizant that for one night you are not wasting your youth; leaving work exactly where it belongs - at the office; trusting the cares of the world to One who is much more capable; dancing the night away with your best friend, immediately followed by breakfast while the sun comes up with more friends, old and new: Priceless


Thursday, June 19, 2008

Assistant to the City Manager...

People often ask me, "what exactly do you do at your job?"

My answer varies, depending on the day. Because truly, my duties vary, depending on the day. Some days it's phone calls and scheduling, others research and reports. There's the occasional economic development and industrial tax abatements, and then the newsletters and minutes. The Youth Initiative involves much of my time, as do memos, meetings, and marketing.

But this week...this week I've been inundated with something that is definitely not a part of my job description. This week I've been dealing with one of those tasks that clearly falls into the "and other duties as assigned..." You can read all about it here.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Because Nothing Says Happy Father's Day Like Madras Plaid...

In an effort to update my father's wardrobe, I took the liberty of buying him a new outfit for Father's Day. Madras plaid shorts and bright colored polo shirts seem to be all the rage these days, so I figured I would introduce them to my father. After a delicious dinner (thank-you mother and Amy), my dad's fashion lesson began...

The before picture: well-appointed in a neutral striped polo and khaki shorts.



And after in the big reveal: madras shorts and an orange polo shirt!
*Editor's note: there is a small orange stripe that runs through the shorts.
The auth0r would hate for anyone to think that she selected a mismatching outfit...




Though dad was quite skeptical about the new look, Nick and
Adam's outfits provided strong support for my plaid plea.



And here's Jenn, showing him how the cool kids pop their collars these days.
Don't worry, we won't really let him out of the house with that collar up...


Of course, I think my dad looks great in this ensemble. I'm sure it will take some getting used to, but in the end I think he'll come around. However, let it be known that my dad is a fantastic guy and we would all love him no matter what he wore...even those silly velcro shoes he seems to love for putzing around the yard.

Here's to you dad, and to all the great fathers I know. We wouldn't be the same without you!

Sunday, June 08, 2008

The Big Apple

Once upon a time, this girl went to New York City for a long weekend away...

She marveled at all the media images in Times Square, and wondered
what it would take to get her mug up on one of those billboards...

She froze her posterior off at a very fun Yankee's game...

She admired the NYC municipal buildings and wondered where
the Assistant to the City Manager/Mayor sat...

She gazed at some ridiculously beautiful architecture...

She fought off some crazy Asian tourists to get this photo...

She finally found her way in Koreatown, and also found that she loves
Korean BBQ (if only those chopsticks weren't so darn tricky)...

And she did it all with her rockstar host.

While she must admit the City was a bit imposing, and not at all as manageable as her beloved Chicago, she is sure she will return and post many more belated stories on this silly blog. If you have any suggestions for her next visit there, she would gladly welcome them...

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Women Build

Despite the cold and the rain, I spent a fabulous day framing a home with some of my fellow female co-workers at a Habitat for Humanity Women Build home. The home is located in one of our neighborhoods, and some time ago my boss contacted Habitat about getting the City involved. We were asked to kick-off the build and do the initial framing, and we all had a great time! It's not often that our office jobs allow us to get dirty, use a hammer, and spend a day with one another outside of the workplace. Needless to say, by the end of the day we surprised ourselves with the progress we had made, not to mention the men from our organization that stopped by to "see it with their own eyes."

Before -- just a cement foundation.

Dave Z., our excellent site supervisor who is probably the most patient
man I've ever met! Can you even imagine what went through his
mind when he was told he'd be working with 25 women on the jobsite???

That's me with a hammer, pounding it out.
Terrible form, I know.

The worksite, a flurry of activity.

One of my co-workers and her wonderful sister who
volunteered for a day in the rain and the mud.

Women and power tools, what a lovely combination.

After: The basement and walls framed in.
Who says women can't build?

Monday, March 24, 2008

Spoiled...

As an auntie, I do my best to fulfill my auntie duties. Generally, this means spoiling my nephews and nieces and behaving in all manners of craziness when they're around...much to the chagrin of my siblings. Clearly, that is part of what makes it so fun :)


Found it!

Who's enjoying the prizes more...Emma or her mother?

Counting all the itty-bitty treasures...

Love these girls :)

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Easter Hope

"For many people, there's a widespread, low-grade despair at the heart of everything. If we can tilt things a few clicks in the hope direction, that would be beautiful. There's nothing to fear...at the core of the Christian experience, there's resurrection. The story ends better than anything you can make up yourself." ~Rob Bell, GR Press Article, Sunday, March 23, 2008

Hope has been a re-occurring theme in my life as of late. In my work at the city identifying strategies targeted at troubled youth and homeowners in crisis, in the fractured international and domestic political climate, in the current economic downturn, in the lives of my friends serving and working overseas, in the stories of cancer and illness that plague family and acquaintances...the common denominator that exists among all of these situations is the need for hope. It is the critical first step in finding a solution, a salve, a method of healing. So long as there is hope, there is possibility and potential for more. For a future. For a better day.

This hope movement...I think it's catching on, and it makes me excited. I see it in the distribution of endowment funds at some our most prestigious universities. I see it in our media, on Sunday nights especially, as I sit here and watch shows like "Extreme Home Makeover" and "Oprah's Big Give." I see it in the generous giving of friends and donors at a fundraiser for an international charitable organization that my friend runs. I hear it in the testimony of the woman at church today whose life was literally transformed by the intervention of virtual strangers. People are getting the big picture. They're realizing that it's not just tuition, but the opportunity of a career that provides more than minimum wage. It's not just a home or a car, but the security of knowing one's family will be safe and protected. It's not just a check, but the opportunity for a woman to be vaccinated against an entirely preventable disease. At their very basis, all of these things are providing people with the hope that the next day might be better than the last.

As I come to recognize the importance of hope in restoring a broken world, it is here that I am also coming to recognize the true essence of my faith. For me, religion is not about rules and regulations, about creeds and doctrines and details that cause your head to spin. Religion is not about me being right, you being wrong, and proving my point in theological debate. Of course, there are things that I believe to be fundamental and essential, and to these I will always adhere. However, the good news of the Gospel is not that Jesus came to save only those who dot their i's and cross their t's in a certain way, those who look or smell or sound a certain way. Jesus came, and even more amazingly, died, for the whole of the entire world. Whether you do or do not observe Easter or believe in the power of the cross, it doesn't matter. Jesus still came for you. And the fact that He came, that He died, and that He rose again means we can have hope. The tomb is empty, and as Rob says, the story ends so much better than we could ever imagine.

For me, living a life of faith and attempting to share it with others is not about "converting" people. It's not a numbers game. Rather, it's a quality of life thing, and sharing with others about the reality of what life can be. It's about living with the knowledge that we can believe for the impossible, that we can strive for incredible dreams, that we can hope for an amazing, and dare I say, FABULOUS tomorrow. Because our God is big, and He has gifted us with salvation through the work of His Son on the cross, we can believe for and live lives of wonder and amazement. We have the privilege to be optimistic, to be "half-full" kinds of people, to trust and hope for a new day.

On this Resurrection Sunday, may we be reminded of the hope that we possess and the opportunity we have to share it. It seems that it is exactly what the world needs more than anything, and exactly the thing that you and I need many days as well...

Sunday, March 02, 2008

Happiness Is...

Happiness is a journey, not a destination...

for a long time it seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. but there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. at last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. this perspective has helped me to see there is no way to happiness. happiness is the way. so treasure every moment you have and remember that time waits for no one.

~Souza

Sunday, January 06, 2008

MY Soldier...

So I have this friend. We'll call him J. J and I met when I worked at the Padnos International Center at GVSU. He was an intern in the office after graduating with degrees in Political Science, Middle Eastern studies, Arabic and Farsi. Yeah, he's pretty intelligent. It's true.

J was with us for a couple months until he interviewed and accepted a new job. With the U.S. military. After taking the position, J was off to Virginia for some training and then it was on to Iraq where he would be a translator.

That's where J is now. In Iraq. Over there.

Though the label on his fatigues says contractor instead of soldier, I still consider him MY soldier. I try to send packages when I can, email, instant message...whatever I can do to stay in contact and offer some encouragement. Perhaps it seems like a translating job wouldn't be such a big deal, but his translating has quickly progressed from documents and desk work to actual missions in the field. Just today he told me I shouldn't expect to hear from him for the next three weeks or so. There's no telling where he might end up, what he might do, who might drop bombs or shoot bullets at him, or when it will all be over.

And I hate that.

J and I weren't even that close before he left, but through this experience I've come to worry about him as I suppose a mother would. I fear for his safety. I wonder if he's being taken care of. And now, for the first time in my life, I'm beginning to understand what war does to people and to their families. I've always been grateful for our soldiers and the manner in which they protect us, but I've never had it touch me as close as J's experience.

With the election season upon us, much is being debated about the war in Iraq, our troops, time lines, deadlines, and the like. Where in the past it may have just been a policy issue to me, the paradigm has shifted this year as I contemplate J being in the midst of it all. It's scary. It's troubling. But it helps me to realize the value, significance, and cost of war.

Whatever you believe about the war, whatever your political or ideological stance may be, right now I simply ask you to lay it aside and say a prayer for J. For I don't know where he is. I don't know what he's doing. I don't know when this assignment will all be over.

All I know is that our prayers will help him through, and knowing that you're praying as well may help me through...

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I know that many of you have your own stories and soldiers overseas as well. Please feel free to post their names and locations so we can pray for them all.

Sunday, December 30, 2007

The Traditional Three-Ring Circus

Yesterday was family Christmas. And, as one can only imagine in a family as large as mine, it was a bit like a three-ring circus. It always is. But I must admit. I LOVE IT.

Per usual, we ate too much, shared some good-natured teasing, held our breaths while hearing crashes from the basement, oooohed and ahhhhed over the newest batch of Christmas pajamas that grandma had sewn, engaged in wrapping paper-ball wars, and attempted to corral the children to facilitate dozens of photo ops.

It was a great evening, and a good time was enjoyed by all. I love that despite the busyness of our lives, almost all twenty-four of us are able to come together for one day each year.

And at the close of the evening, I especially love watching the crazy little cyclones (that I call nieces and nephews) climb into their parent's cars and back out of the driveway, while I retire to the coziness of my calm, quiet, home :)

They appear to be little angels, don't they?



Unwrapping some new pj's...

The little models...

Our little princess...

And her growling sister...


Baby Quinn, who had the good fortune of being
too young to get attacked by the older boys...

My fabulous nieces who are getting too cute for their own good :)


And uncle Todd, who was happy to be the instigator of
much of the evening's mischief...

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Joy has left the building...

Today Rob spoke about Joy. About the angels who came and announced the birth of baby Jesus; the angels who instructed to fear not, because they brought great tidings of joy. He talked about the relationship between joy and fear -- that if joy came to a party, fear would leave. And vice versa. Because the two cannot exist in the same room.

So I drove home. Contemplating joy, and this Advent season during which we wait expectantly for the coming of our King and the joyous celebration that this involves.

And then I reached home, and read this on nytimes.com. And joy left the room quite quickly.

I was with YWAM for a couple years. It was a wonderful experience, and it allowed me to see and do things that I would have never thought possible. I know the hearts of the people who work, volunteer, and study with the organization. And I know they are passionate, committed, Christ-followers who desire nothing more than for the world to know that there is a God who loves them. They seek to share joy -- often with those who have never known it in their lives.

It is difficult to digest a situation like this, knowing the things I have shared with you about the mission of the organization and its people. As with the shooting in Omaha, and so many others like it, it doesn't seem fair, right, or logical.

So to the families and friends of the victims, to all those associated with YWAM and the greater missions' community, to those whose lives have been tainted by fear and tragedy, we pray for joy...rich, deep, glorious joy...that would spring from the very depths of your beings and shine a light amidst this present darkness. Peace be with you...

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Announcing the arrival of Quinn Elliott

Drumroll please...


As promised in yesterday's post, here's a pic of baby Quinn, the newest addition to our family. I was happy to spoil him, as only aunties do, by holding him all afternoon at the hospital. And I do believe I gave him the cutest outfit ever (thank-you babyGap).

This is nephew number 6 for me, bringing my grand total of nieces and nephews up to 11. No lie. My siblings tell me that I need to catch up, but I'm just not so sure... I'd much rather spoil them rotten and send them home at the end of the day :)

Friday, November 16, 2007

These Boys...

These boys...



...have a new baby brother.

As if they weren't cute enough, they now have a third culprit to add to their cuteness. Looking forward to meeting Quinn Elliott tomorrow. I'll be sure to snap a photo for you all to see. I hear he looks a lot like his Aunt Megan... Just kidding, I'm sure he'll be a towhead just like these guys :)

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

The Dutch Korean

I'm sure most of you have heard my self-proclaimed ethnic moniker from time to time. I'm Dutch-Korean, and more Dutch than Korean most days :)

The story and experience of each Korean adoptee is different, and in this article, Katy Robinson tells of her story.

Give it a read, and check out the ensuing discussion via postings. I'm especially intrigued with the concept of imperialism that comments #10 & 40 allude to. Do you think there's any truth to them? As international adoption grows throughout Hollywood and the rest of our nation, do you think Americans ought to give pause to the reality that we're taking children out of their native lands? Clearly, I am an advocate of international adoption, but it does make for an interesting conversation...

Saturday, November 03, 2007

M.I.A.

Hmmmm...August. Last posting. Again, I must admit that I'm a very bad blogger. Bad bad bad. My sincerest apologies, though I know the apologies are starting to get old...

So what has been happening? A whole lot of everything! School, leadership academy, lots of busyness at work, salmon fishing, bachelorette parties, weddings, the Chicago marathon (only observing, not running), a beautiful Michigan autumn, and now...indoor soccer??? I would divulge every last detail in this posting, but we all know you'd be reading for hours if I were to do that. Instead, perhaps a photo explanation will suffice.

Thanks for your patience with my delinquency. I appreciate your dedication :)


My nieces and I, downtown GR. They look thrilled to see me, eh?


Salmon fishing on Lake MI near Ludington.
City girl knows how to enjoy the great outdoors. Shocking, but true :)

The bridesmaids with Andrea at her bachelorette party.
Yep, you counted right. There were eight of us!

The roommate/bridesmaids.

Great times in Chicago during marathon weekend.

Jonathan at mile 21...still going strong :)

Me and the most beautiful bride, Andrea Joy!

Some of the groomsmen and I on the party bus.


The bride and bridesmaids on the party bus.


The fabulous bride and groom, Andrea and Tim.
We miss Andrea at the farmhouse, but we love that she's married!