tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103566272011-10-07T07:28:50.995-10:00Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.comBlogger4871100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-59499625502871402072007-06-28T23:58:00.000-11:002007-06-28T17:58:16.123-11:00

This is Jones, my new dog. Isn't is WEIRD how much she looks like Daive??? I think it is. Ellie, one of the girls in the family I am living with/working for, got her, but it ends up now isn't a very good time for her to have a dog. So Jones is mine. Her and Daive get along very well. They are basically best friends. Jones has a lot of weird issues. For example, I took these pictures with my phone

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Ellie got a dog. After much internet searching (and between the two of us, I do mean MUCH) and a few visits to the local animal shelter, we found THE dog for this family. I wish I could share a picture with you, but I unfortunately cannot. Why, you ask? Because the dog is literally afraid of cameras. I don't know if it is the fact that it is something silver and shiny pointed at the poor thing or

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Well, not so much the pancakes - I mean more the cooking, shopping, trying to stay organized kind of thing. So I got a little creative when I was making dinner tonight. This little heart-shaped pancake turned out nearly perfect, but definitely good enough for me. It was like Rorschach pancake night - there was this one that looked like Mickey Mouse, if Mickey Mouse got one of his ears a little

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Abi and Daive snuggling and taking something of a power nap.Bethany, up close and personal, loving on Daive.(Can anyone else believe that this is the same girl who resistedbeing called "Aunt Bethany" in relation to the dog for almost a YEAR?!But we have won her over, BWA HA HA...err, yeah.)Daive would probably deny it if she could, because she's kind enough that shewouldn't want to hurt

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It's 3:10 AM and I'm still awake. How very unspiritual of me, at least that's what some would say.It's been an interesting day. An interesting week, too. I'm sure I could go back even more than that, but it would sound overly cryptic and annoy even me.I'm kind of at this point where I'm trying to figure out what is next. I've heard the famous quote, "Wherever you are, be all there." I'm trying to

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-57961144996146545072007-05-22T22:54:00.000-11:002007-05-22T15:55:59.470-11:00

A quote from John Bunyan's book All Loves ExcellingO the length of the saving arm of God! As yet thou art within the reach thereof; do not thou go about to measure arms with God, as some good men are apt to do: I mean, do not thou conclude, that because thou canst not reach God by thy short stump, therefore he cannot reach thee with his long arm.Love that.

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So this week I've started studying the fear of God. God has provided me with a wonderful spiritual family, and we meet once a week to fellowship and study the Word. Last week, we decided to study the fear of God and talk about it this week. So I started looking up verses on the fear of God, and started to see how very often it appeared, and yet how it seems to be so absent from Christianity

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Go here to find any events in your area.Reading about this hurts my heart. It has literally kept me up tonight. I've been praying, or trying to pray, but I don't really know what to say.But I know that feeling overwhelmed and doing nothing isn't the answer. So, however meager and tiny my actions may be, I'm going to figure out what I can actually do.

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Daive is fine, by the way. I'm sure you all figured that out by now, because if she wasn't, I wouldn't be, and you'd probably all know. It's the most remarkable thing, though! She doesn't have death breath anymore! It was just pathetic when I picked her up from the vet. She was still majorly drugged from the anesthesia, and spent the entire ride home fighting against her eyelids. Her dog

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So Daive is at the vet right now. She's having her teeth cleaned today. For those of you that don't know, that is in the category of surgery for animals, because it requires full anesthesia. I have her going to a Banfield (the same kind of vet I worked at over in Dothan) and I know they do a full panel of pre-anesthetic bloodwork to make sure the dog is healthy enough to handle the anesthesia.

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I just ate rolled-up lunch meat that I dipped in hummus. I ate that a lot in Israel. My friend Mary was doing this no/low carb thing, so instead of dipping some kind of bread in hummus, we would dip meat. Sounds kind of...well, disgusting, now that I go back and read it, but trust me...it's quite yummy.Sorry for the delay in posting. My life has been rather hectic and a tad bit stressful these

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-68255432645711251752007-04-03T23:45:00.000-11:002007-04-03T16:45:47.343-11:00

to those who thought I had locked them out of my blog. I was tweaking the template, and having a considerably difficult time with it. I managed to screw it up so severely that it would require more time than I had at the time, so I temporarily locked down the blog so I had time to fix it without it looking all wonky.There's that, and then I had a very sudden and very unpleasant bout of sickness

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I was out lying on the trampoline in the backyard tonight, looking up at the stars. It was awesome. The stars seemed so close, and the moon was so bright. In Seoul, I could only ever barely see the moon. And I could never see stars. Once I thought I did, and was having a conversation about it with a Korean teacher from my (first) job, and then he said very kindly, "Teresa, that is airplane." I

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-6690272072443853372007-03-29T23:48:00.000-11:002007-03-29T16:48:19.485-11:00

We were at a dog park. They were bad.Daive rolled over on the bed, and my knitting rolled toward her, and this was the end result. I know I'm easily amused, but it seriously cracked me up.Bethany and I in OrlandoTwo of my most favorite beings in the entire worldThis is one of THE most unflattering pictures ever. But seriously...it captures...well, it pretty much captures us and our oftentimes

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-40937226220046169892007-03-18T21:21:00.000-11:002007-03-18T14:22:14.927-11:00

I'm stupid. I just spent 20 minutes petting a long-haired cat.I'm allergic to cats, particularly long-haired ones.Now I can't stop itching.I am so dumb sometimes.Need to go find the benadryl now.

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stinks. It really stinks. It's impossible to define and incredibly difficult to explain. But it's very real, and I'm very much in it right now.So between that, the recent death of my grandmother, the (temporary) loss of some friends in Korea, the permanent loss of a specific relationship in Korea, and the providential severing of a friendship here, I'm really struggling right now. I miss my

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-29084520453958934122007-03-18T21:12:00.000-11:002007-03-18T14:15:04.966-11:00

I just wanted to post a quick note of congratulations to my dear friends, Adam and Beth! I cannot even begin to express how VERY much God used them to keep me sane while I was in Korea. I miss them...a LOT. But anyway, I just found out from Adam some good news about their future, and while the news is entirely good (great and wonderful, even) it's partial at the same time. I'll explain later.

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I apologize for the delay in posting. I arrived in the States Tuesday evening around 5:00 PM. I arrived in Atlanta and was welcomed back to the States by my dear and wonderful GA Mom. She met me at the airport with a delightful Welcome Home balloon, which I saved and is drooping slightly but still looking exceptionally cheerful in the living room. She also brought dog food for poor Daive (who is

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Well, we are at less than 12 hours until my first plane takes off. Thanks to my most amazing roommate, my bags are basically packed. There are still a few things to stick in there just before I leave in the morning, but I'm pretty much ready to go. I know that there will be some odds and ends left behind that poor Lis will have to clean up and for that I apologize in advance.Except for Adam and

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These are more pictures from Insadong. This one below I think is super cool. Looks like the traditional dress...well, the bottom half of it. I took another picture from a different angle, actually below, and foolishly felt a bit guilty and pervy for looking up these empty skirts. Lots and lots of pigs. Not sure if there is any reason beyond this being the year of the pig (on the whole animal year

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Plate o' tentacles....that's what this would be. The dark one would be octopus, and the smaller white-ish ones are squid and/or kettlefish. I took this picture last weekend when I was in Insadong, a really amazing place in Seoul, where you can find all kinds of traditional Korean artwork and souveniers. I saw this snack tray thing, and they're really all over the place around here - in popular

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-88905762870853087122007-02-20T10:27:00.000-11:002007-02-19T14:27:37.773-11:00

I'm really not so vain as it may seem, to post all these pictures. It's just that I generally see and think of myself as being so talent-less, that knitting these has given me the most wonderful sense of accomplishment. Anyway, here are the two scarves I have finished, and the one that seems to be a perpetual work in progress. The one below, I'm rather proud of it. From the picture, the zig-zags

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I am stressed out.The ticker on this page is, again, not right. Subtract one day. In a little over an hour, my day of departure will be a short 7 days away! There exists no e-lingo exclamation which could properly express how I am feeling right now. In some ways I am SUPER stressed out. I have a lot to get done before next Tuesday rolls around, but it is all stuff that must be done in its own

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-26026969111283602522007-02-10T01:18:00.000-11:002007-02-07T03:24:45.887-11:00

Hit a bit of a speed bump. Called Delta to make sure Daive was good to go on all three of my flights. My flight from Seoul to Tokyo is a Korean Air/Delta shared flight. This next part gets a bit confusing. The travel agent sold it to me as a Korean Air flight, but somehow at the same time it's a Delta ticket, so the rules/regulations for both airlines must be met/complied. I had called Korean Air

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Today, by the grace of God and generosity of three of my friends here, my plane ticket was purchased. To the above ticker, counting down the days until I arrive, you should add 1. I'll be arriving March 1 instead of February 28, as previously planned. At around 5:30 PM, for all of you who care. In Pensacola. I'll be dirty and tired, but relieved at the same time.The last few days have been...well

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So...At the least, 11 days of work left. 15 days at the most.The plan at this point is to go to Israel and visit with my friends there for a week or two before heading back to the States. At the moment, it looks like this plan could be in jeopardy, but I'm hopeful that it will somehow work out.I have SO much to do. I, until today really, was under this very misguided delusion that I had heaps and

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for serious nose-picking.Having lived in Florida my entire life, I'm not sure if this winter-specific nose-picking plague hits all places that actually have a season that can be called "winter," or if it's just a Seoul thing, but this is the third winter I have spent being grossed out way too often by the amount of nose picking that goes on around me. And I wish I could say it was just my

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-91720274739155568992007-01-27T22:39:00.000-11:002007-01-27T02:39:49.462-11:00

I just spent some quality time on ebay. Bidding on a pair of purple Crocs, a lot of chocolate-colored eyelash yarn (super cheap too, I might add), and a Samsonite dog carrier for the upcoming plane rides. I only NEED the last one, but given the price I bid on the first two, I figure it's okay.Anyway, while I was looking around on ebay, I found something SO amazing! Jibbitz! They are these little

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-51564314447699856192007-01-24T15:31:00.000-11:002007-01-23T19:31:20.777-11:00

A window into my life/brain/heart...As a rule, I'm against posting song lyrics. But on occasion, one will occur to me that fits so perfectly with my situation at the moment that it cannot be ignored. As such, here are the lyrics to the Caedmon's Call songI'm in love, never been so sure of anythingThen again, could be a tumor in my brainTricking me into thinking that we were meant to beEither way,

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My friend YoonHo was over Saturday night, and we were watching movies together. This is how it went:Him: The couch is shaking.Me: That's not you doing that?!Him: It's not you?!?And then there was silence, because everything started to shake. In a Jurassic-Park-meets-the-Day-After-Tomorrow moment, I looked over to see the diet coke sloshing around. Then the doors to the living room started to

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-16102073415124891252007-01-18T22:57:00.000-11:002007-01-18T02:57:40.849-11:00

So I was just reading the news, and the picture beside this headline on Google news was of a scientist-looking man moving the hands of the doomsday clock. Can you imagine having that as your job? Being so smart that you're part of this elite group of scientists, and you get to change the time on the doomsday clock. Of course, if you're moving it closer to midnight, guess that's not such an honor.

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Living in a foreign country makes one appreciate the simplicity of so many things from back home. It also turns small things into huge accomplishments. For example, last week I called and ordered some chicken to be delivered to our house. The impressive part is that I did it all in Korean. As my friends here can verify, I am not even mildly proficient in Korean. I just know some helpful bits and

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-53884985834258543102007-01-09T19:11:00.000-11:002007-01-07T23:11:21.735-11:00

I feel like I've been marinating all day in my own germs and...ick. It was quite a gross feelings. However, I have just emerged from the shower, and I now feel at least mostly human.Allow me to hit the high points of last week:Thursday: took the cat to the vet to get his shots before I give him away, he was SO incredibly freaked out by the noise outside that he peed in the soft-sided bag I was

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-4104683884110672222007-01-02T15:39:00.000-11:002007-01-01T19:43:41.330-11:00

So here I am, with my new hair and new glasses. Both pictures are rather crappy, but at the same time I seem to be trapped in one of those vicious "I despise myself" cycles at the moment. Arg. The second pic was taken with my phone, and the first with my digital camera, hence the different colors. I'd like to think my skin tone is actually somewhere between flash-enhanced Casper white, and

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-71193776931783645082007-01-02T15:22:00.000-11:002007-01-01T19:38:16.083-11:00

What a quaint Christmas scene, huh? Claude thinks so...and you can see him in a peacefulsleep on the monkey cushion in the bottom left of the picture.I swear the dog and cat share these cushions. So now it was obviously Daive's turn. And this is my bruise. Up close. It's scary. Actually, my arm this close up is scary too. This is Christmas Eve at Adam and Beth's. Adam is reading the Christmas

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-79751313359570225482007-01-02T15:18:00.000-11:002007-01-01T19:22:19.703-11:00

This would be Adam trying some of Owen's cookie. Same as above, only this time it's Beth. Poor Beth, she had actually already taken a bite, but I made her do it again so I could take a picture. I love this picture...she looks so pretty (as always) and joyful. Check out their construction paper Christmas tree in the background. This family is amazing. This is easily my favorite picture. This is

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Bethany sent me a wonderful Christmas cookie decorating kid in the Christmas package. These are pics of Emma, Owen, and me decorating cookies together at their house on Christmas Eve. These kids are absolutely precious...I've grown particularly fond of them over the past almost-year. Here's the finished products! Check out Owen's cheesy camera grin. I love it!

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So, continuing with the story....He returned with a plastic bag and tape. Like the wide super-sticky packing tape. Serious tape. Not some weak Scotch tape. At this point, I was totally mystified. (And here comes a parenthetical statement that would make Joe Brown yell at me all over again...)The thing about living here in a foreign country is that so very many things are (say it with me) foreign.

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I will return to the toilet saga (which, just to tantalize you and fill you with even more suspense) is not even resolved yet.But in the meanwhile I had a few random things I wanted to share.As of today, 8 weeks and two days until I go back. Or, as the ticket on the top of this page says, 1 month, 3 weeks, and 6 days - though I think that makes it sound like an awful lot more than. In fact, I

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Edit: I started this post a few days ago, but have since lacked the time/energy/desire to finish it. So it'll have to be one of those installment thingys...so there's giving you something to look forward to. And I find it entertaining...so be careful not to fall off the edge of your seats, okay?I'm pretty sure I would have mentioned this at some point in the past, but just in case I haven't,

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Okay, so these are my new glasses. Really...purple and red, just like these. Trust me, they look better on. And we don't even need to get into how much money I spent on them. But glasses are an investment, and I for sure got them for less than I would have in the States. But I still have the sneaking suspicion that I spent way too much money on them. So now I have these cool and funky glasses,

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Seriously...I've joked before about being clumsy, but here lately I've been a little disturbed at just how frequently I injure myself.Last night at Beth and Adam's, I was in the process of trying to sit down on the floor. As I was sitting, I nudged/knocked into the (empty) baby swing that was folded up and leaning on the wall. And then it fell. I lifted my arm up to try and catch it, so as to

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These pictures are all out of order, and I don't care enough to fix it. These are pictures from the Christmas play on this past Thursday. They rented costumes for the kids, and they actually changed once during the half-hour production.The picture below is of the kids during the English play. They were singing "Silent Night." They're super cute, aren't they? Even if the class of 5-year olds look

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-19722957681245660852006-12-14T11:46:00.000-11:002006-12-13T15:46:52.760-11:00

Every year, usually around Christmas, I take a picture of me and Daive. It's kinda sad that the cat doesn't make the cut to get in the picture. The cat is really Daive's pet. Daive and I, we're a team. Anyway, here is this year's picture. The color version is actually a bit scary, so I'm only posting the sepia one. Enjoy!

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-45135045444113375052006-12-14T11:43:00.000-11:002006-12-13T15:43:14.306-11:00

Check out the bowl full of jelly that is his belly hanging out of the Santa outfit. Too hilarious!! This picture was taken roughly .3 seconds before he fell over. Good times. I have nothing to say other than I really enjoy this picture. I'm not sure why. I think it is uber-cool.Awwww. 'Nuff said

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Daive in her reindeer suit, unhappy because I made her lay down beside the tree (which isn't so stable when it is on the couch). She's cute though, isn't she? This is Claude in his Santa suit, planning all the bad things he's going to do to me to get back at me for putting him in the suit and taking this picture. This is Claude unable to do much but glare at me and writhe about, because the

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1166014727084814602006-12-13T21:59:00.000-11:002006-12-13T01:59:17.356-11:00

Welcome to Giant Microbes.com, where you can find a million-times bigger, not to mention plush, version of such pleasant things as: giardia, mono, rabies, malaria, typhoid fever, and mange...just to name a few (not to mention the venereal section...ick). Seriously...a bizarre website. But check it out. It's bizarre but seriously entertaining at the same time.

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I have so much to say...it's been awhile since I last posted.Last Friday we made kimchi at the kindergarten. With the class of 5 year olds, I got to/had to help them some, and found the actual act of making kimchi rather enjoyable. I did not enjoy smelling like kimchi for the rest of the day, but at least I had fun getting that way.The kindergarten kids are putting on a little skit in English for

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Edit: I started this post yesterday, as you'll read in just a moment. I've reached an all-time low. I'm actually blogging in class. That might not be so bad, if it weren't for the rather insignificant fact that I am the teacher. This is the conversation class, and I have them playing a speaking game. It's running like a well-oiled machine.*Scoff*Of my seven students, four started playing a game

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Grief is a funny thing. Obviously not funny in the "ha ha" sense, but funny in the sense of being different and strange. When you lose a loved one, initially the pain is just too much to bear. It's shocking, and leaves you numb. During the numbness, there may be occasional moments of comprehension, but they (in my experience) were blessedly brief. When the death is so recent, actual comprehension

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So I'm for sure leaving February/March. I'm going back to the States. Default destination? Florida. Orlando, to be exact.However, if I decide to do the vet tech thing, I may not go to Florida. At this point I have no definite plans, or even concrete ideas. But there are other possibilities. Pray for me, please. There are so many different areas of my life that I am utterly confused about. I need

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When grapes get old...like REALLY really old, they can start to smell like black olives. That's just gross.I broke up with MyungHo last Tuesday. He spent a portion of the next three or four evenings parked in his car outside of my apartment. I only knew because he told me. It freaked me out a bit even though I KNOW that he is totally harmless. I was talking to a Korean friend of mine today and

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1164607582688639922006-11-27T14:56:00.000-11:002006-11-26T19:06:22.720-11:00

Here's the spread. Colorful and exceedingly yummy. Seriously, my mouth waters a little bit right now just thinking about how yummy that food was. Emma and Owen at the kid's table. I actually ended up sitting with them most of the time...at the edge of the table, but still at the kid's table. It's where I'm most comfortable. I love this picture so very much. It says so much about life here. Adam

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1164549253176884892006-11-26T22:46:00.000-11:002006-11-26T02:54:13.243-11:00

Have you ever noticed how some bloggers feel the need to put entirely unrelated and usually cryptic titles to their posts? I have never been able to understand it. I only did it here because it reminds me of a hilarious joke that, while extremely funny to me, would lose some of the humor if I tried to explain it.A lot has happened in the past week. Remember a few posts back, when I said something

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1163855700639683042006-11-18T22:07:00.000-11:002006-11-18T02:15:00.706-11:00

Seriously...I don't know if it's because people need jobs or what...but the kind of jobs people have here! I mentioned a long time ago...over a year ago, I know it was, that at this one place where I had my hair cut a few times, there was one person whose job it was to just stand there and wipe off any stray freshly-cut-off hairs from my face with this big sponge. I've yet to see a self-service

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You gotta love living in a country where when someone points out the blemishes on your face it's a sign of care and concern. *sigh* One of the mothers of the elementary school kids today saw me and asked how I was. I told her I was tired. And she said, "Ohhh...yes, I can see..." and then motioned towards the small crop of unsightly blemishes on the lower half of my face. That's right... thanks

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1163486703542988422006-11-14T15:37:00.000-11:002006-11-13T19:45:03.576-11:00

I have to take a moment to express that I have an Internet friend-crush on Wendy of Mosaic Life. I think she is hilarious, and I love reading her blogs. Plus just recently she used the word "gubernatorial," which I know is a real word, but made me laugh when I read it. Not only did it make me laugh when I read it, but I thought of it at least three more times later on that day, and chuckled out

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1163485724566410322006-11-14T15:24:00.000-11:002006-11-13T19:28:44.586-11:00

If you had to pick an ice cream flavor to describe your personality, what would it be?Think about it.The first person I asked that said Rocky Road for adventure, even if there are bumps along the way, with Taro, for foreign tastes. My answer was coconut ice cream, because at first glance/notice, I may appear as bland (though as sweet) as vanilla ice cream, in reality I'm providentially unique and

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I'm not sure what this country has done to me. Last Friday night, I went to the store to get some stuff to make dinner. And what did I buy? Spam. I'm so serious. It was mild Spam. I mean, it said on the box "Mild Spam." And by that, I assumed they meant it would be only mildly disgusting. Ha. I'm a Spam hater. I have to make jokes about it even though I bought it. Anyway, I had some Spam (some of

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As I mentioned yesterday, I went to a movie last night. As I was waiting for it to be time for me to leave to go to the theater, I was trying to help Lis pick out a movie to watch. I suggested the movie "Hoodwinked," because I think it's insanely witty and clever. She was on the floor in front of the TV, looking at the row of DVDs. I said, "It's between The Emperor's New Groove and Scorpion King

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1162878934880467122006-11-07T14:48:00.000-11:002006-11-06T18:55:35.296-11:00

There are two printers in our office. To say that they both work sporadically is an understatement. They work when (or rather IF) they feel so inclined, and the times they don't mind working are usually the times when the need to print is at the lowest possible level of urgency. Or to say it in a remarkably less complicated way, when it's MOST important, you can almost bet your booties they won't

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1162604665453802332006-11-04T22:39:00.000-11:002006-11-03T14:44:25.483-11:00

Not this one. But the next one.That's right, ladies and gentlemen. I have made a decision...a firm decision, too, I'm pretty sure. Within the next year, I plan to relocate back to the good ol' USA.I realized something yesterday...I thought I should stay here because I can make so much more money here than I could in the States. But then in the name of "survival," I spend LOTS of money. And it

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1162268008694765312006-10-31T13:08:00.000-11:002006-10-30T17:13:28.720-11:00

It's like I get this build-up of...something. I dunno what. Stress, pressure, emotional something-or-other, and I suddenly require some kind of change. If I were in the States, I might go for some kind of tattoo, current tattoo modification, or discreet piercing. Since tattooing is illegal in Korea, and I have no desire to get a piercing right now, I'm going to go get my hair cut. It's due for a

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Stop the world.Harry Connick, Jr. has a new Christmas CD out. For those of you who don't know, my memories of Christmas for the past 13 years are totally dominated by this CD. And even some good summer memories, too. But that's a whole different story. Anyway, I haven't bought it yet. Soon, but not yet.And as if that weren't enough reason to be exceptionally thrilled, the Muppets released a new

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1161925377147768292006-10-27T13:55:00.000-11:002006-10-26T18:02:57.223-11:00

All I know is that if that was the heater that just kicked on, I'm walking out of this job.What in the world could inspire Korean people to think that hot equals healthy????Beth had her baby this morning around 4 AM. I went up to the hospital and spent about two hours there, just chatting with her and holding the baby. I'm not sure how this worked out, but Addison (and I love the name, by the way

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Close enough, anyway. I have been on again/off again sick for the past week or so. Luckily it seems to confine itself to the weekend, which is both good and bad, I guess. Anyway, I coughed and coughed all night last night. I didn't sleep very well, and woke up this morning feeling as if I had been run over by a very large and unkind piece of machinery. I dragged myself out to the living room and

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1161423749539291112006-10-21T18:38:00.000-11:002006-10-20T22:42:29.560-11:00

I was supposed to meet my counselor at Starbuck's today at 4:00 PM. I got there around 3:15 so I could have some time to relax and read before she came. I ordered my drink and was waiting for it when someone walked in. I glanced up, then back down at the thing I was halfway-reading. Then my brain registered something and I looked up again. It was my friend YoonHo! I cannot even tell you how rare

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1161268740508011562006-10-19T23:32:00.000-11:002006-10-19T03:39:00.576-11:00

Remember the guy I mentioned about a week ago? Said we had broken up? Well, we're not broken up anymore. And to be perfectly honest, I don't really want to talk about it. I don't entirely understand what's going on, but I know that (contrary to most reason) God is using this. I also know that I'm enjoying myself in many sin-free ways.I only told you that to tell you this. There's a flower store

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1161261491147963082006-10-19T21:33:00.000-11:002006-10-19T01:38:11.173-11:00

I've noticed this week two Western restaurants with the same bad English. It's a Korean thing, I know. But seriously...seems like someone in the ranks of these restaurants would have at least some kind of English ability to understand that these don't work.At Bennigan's, where I went with a Korean co-worker on Tuesday, I read, "Fall in Love, Fall in Beer." Then, on the Sizzler I pass on my way to

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1160994276668887262006-10-16T19:18:00.000-11:002006-10-15T23:24:36.696-11:00

I have had this headache since Saturday morning. Today is the strongest it has been, and I've taken Advil a few times, but it just won't go away. It lessened up a bit after I ate dinner. But it is still disturbingly strong and painful.I know that the following will be considered too much information to some of you out there, and to those I apologize, and suggest you skip down to the next

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I went to dictionary.com and looked up inane in the thesaurus. These are the results I got:Mickey Mouse, absurd, asinine, birdbrained, daft, ditzy, driveling, empty, fatuous, flat, foolish, frivolous, futile, harebrained, idiotic, illogical, imbecilic, innocuous, insipid, jejune, jerky, lamebrained, laughable, meaningless, mindless, nerdy, pointless, puerile, ridiculous, sappy, senseless, silly,

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In Korea, trash is...complicated. It's not like in the States (or at least in my part of the States) where you have the HUGE green county-issued trash can, and you fill it up and haul it to the curb once or twice a week. There's no general garbage tax here, so you make up for that by buying the garbage bags. You can only use these specific government-made (or sanitation dept. made, you get the

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Lis is my roommate. She and I are remarkably different, and so we were both kind of at least potentially nervous about both working and living together. But it has been awesome. We get along quite well, and have a really great time together. Of course she's always great, but today was one of those "wow" great moments that required a blog.First, a few days ago she gave me five or six (or more, I

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Thursday afternoon we had a sofa...Wait, wait. Sorry for the interruption. A car outside my apartment just started honking his horn. And by "honking," I mean, "possibly fell asleep while laying directly on top of it." It was long enough that, as I was typing the above sentence, I stopped to count (the old 1-Mississippi, 2-Mississippi way). Now remember, I already started mid-blare, and I made it

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Imagine the scene...sitting around the office. Lis and I are casually discussing something, and one of us mentions somethinig about common sense. Upon hearing this, a Korean worker whose lack of common sense has caused (and continues to cause in a most regular and ongoing way) quite a bit of vexation, frustration, and is a daily reminder that a day without sin (referring to my sin in response to

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1160476560892442242006-10-10T19:23:00.000-11:002006-10-09T23:36:00.923-11:00

I am Southern, but not Southern, you know? I don't have a glaring accent, except when I say words such as "rural," "yall," or (the worst) "boiled peanuts." But then sometimes, things just pop out. Like tonight, when my roommate commented about how she can't taste the taste of spicy food through the spiciness. To which I replied, "I don't think I..." and then I just kinda fell silent, because I

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1160306132709149582006-10-08T20:09:00.000-11:002006-10-08T00:15:32.746-11:00

Korean mosquitoes have to be some of the least considerate to be found EVER. At this moment, I have two mosquito bites on my left thumb, and one on my right index finger. I can't imagine that biting there really gives them much blood to suck anyway, so it's a bad idea for both of us.The rooster is gone.I've gone on a bit of a book-buying spree as of late. There's an English bookstore here in

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1160109360748740252006-10-06T13:31:00.000-11:002006-10-05T17:36:00.773-11:00

There's a rooster somewhere outside near my apartment. That is really exceptionally strange.And then I thought I'd share with you the random nonsensical English on a shopping bag I got yesterday:Lon quitly Cames long in timeof ter splitary Summersand false bloors blightedLave slowly comesSnow inguiring throughfrozen water through nightlike stars each flkesteady readving tgroughI have no idea what

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I got up to get some diet coke to wash down a dose of nyquil. When I poured a suitable amount into a glass, I realized if I only drank the necessary amount needed to serve as a chaser for the nyquil, I would leave about three swallows worth for my wake-up diet coke. And that just won't do. And since there's not room in our fridge to put another bottle of diet coke, I emptied the bottle into my

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I've been feeling conflicted, to say the least. See, I've been dating this Korean guy for a little over a month, and it was one of those "I know I shouldn't be doing this...but I'm going to do it anyway" sort of things. He was one of the greatest guys I've known. I've never had any guy treat me like he did. Having said that though, I broke up with him today. It's one of those "I know I am doing

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1159428427295861432006-09-28T16:18:00.000-11:002006-09-27T20:27:07.300-11:00

Last Friday, the kindergarten went on a field trip to a vineyard about an hour and a half outside of Seoul. It wasn't quite what I expected when I thought of a vineyard, but the phrase the Koreans used to explain it to us "grape field" did convey a more appropriate image. The grapes, as you can see, were quite purple and delicious looking. This is YeJeen, a student at the kindergarten and also a

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1159427829298675502006-09-28T16:12:00.000-11:002006-09-27T20:17:09.303-11:00

A few Saturdays ago I was taken on THE most amazing date ever. It started at 8 AM, when I was picked up by the boy in question driving a very nice car and wearing a nice white suit. He wanted to show me Seoul. We drove around Seoul a bit, I got to see the president's house, a few important neighborhoods, and learned some interesting (but overall useless) facts about some parts of Seoul. Then he

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1159427204196262052006-09-28T16:00:00.000-11:002006-09-27T20:06:44.196-11:00

Haley really doesn't like having her picture taken, but she was kind enough to allow me to take ONE. She looks really cute, too.We didn't actually go to the beach. We just found a place where we pulled off the road and took these pictures from there.

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I got to see my dear and wonderful friend Haley, also for far too little time. She drove down from Birmingham with her dog Lottie (who was Daive's best friend), picked me up in Pensacola, and we went to Destin for a night. We stayed at a hotel there, and had every intention of sneaking Lottie onto the beach with us. It never quite worked out, except when we walked onto the beach around 9 PM when

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I'm quite proud to say that my niece and nephew are two of the cutest children in existence. Cameron is 7, and hilarious. He's SO 7 years old, and I love that about him. We amused each other endlessly with various disgusting jokes and/or imitating Cheese (from that cartoon I can't currently remember the name of). And Cam, this is just for you: I LIKE CHOCOLATE MILK! Jacelyn is just adorable. I

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1159424123412248082006-09-28T15:02:00.000-11:002006-09-27T19:15:23.436-11:00

Here we are...one big happy family. This does, unfortunately, capture a bit of the essence of the roles we fall into, as Jen said on her blog. Valerie wasn't smiling, and I told her she should smile. I'm hissing at her, she's rolling her eyes at me, Dad's smiling and hoping it'll all blow over, and Jen's ignoring it all. :) We are truly, one big happy family. Take two...this one looks much nicer.

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1159361509073893622006-09-27T21:45:00.000-11:002006-09-27T01:51:49.126-11:00

Hibernating under the covers did just kinda pickle me. The past few days have been quite blah. But there's been a dramatic turn around in the past 24 hours.I'm sure most of you know there's been a lot of...uncertainty about my housing situation. (I use the word uncertainty though a few others could be used there, but they are all remarkably less positive than "uncertainty.") They said they might

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The door to my new apartment is a bit wonky. It's got the number code that unlocks the door, but it locks back funny. Sometimes it works fine, sometimes it sounds like it has locked, but it hasn't. Sometimes it locks before the door gets closed. It's confusing, and I thought I understood the problems it had. But I was wrong. After a night so horrible it deserves a blog of its own, I arrived home

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1158820395808373682006-09-21T15:32:00.000-11:002006-09-20T19:33:15.826-11:00

Create your own friendquiz here

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1158665951746901892006-09-19T20:29:00.000-11:002006-09-19T00:39:11.810-11:00

"For the peace of the barnyard, I am grateful to the dangers and jaws of the jungle. For the belonging that is home, I can thank, in part, the exile that is travel.""The Good Good Pig" by Sy Montgomery

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I can now say that I know what it's like to be on a date with someone, be discussing something and seriously say, "Oh....you didn't bring your bilingual electronic dictionary? I wish you had."It's not as funny now as when I said it to Lis earlier, but the humor from that moment compelled me to share it here. Trust me, it was funny.

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I got less than four hours of sleep last night.Got up, showered, went to toast a bagel for breakfast. Couldn't figure out which bag of bagels were mine and which were my roommate's. Guessed. Sliced. Realized I had guessed wrong. Put her (now sliced) bagel back, and got one of mine. Started to slice...right through the bagel and put a shallow but decent length slice on my hand. Niiiiice.Got to

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Well it's changed slightly. But the realization that I alluded to in my last post, I had it on the long plane ride back to Korea. It was simply this: I do not want to be in Korea. Well, since I was already about halfway across the Pacific when I had this realization it was too late to do anything about it at the moment. I cried and cried, and then cried some more. Thankfully the plane was about

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1158297669227002162006-09-15T14:14:00.000-11:002006-09-14T18:21:10.760-11:00

These pictures are from inside my job, but this is basically what I saw from outside when I passed by on a bus earlier today. It's some kind of drill...I dunno what, but it's intense. Freakily intense.This last picture made me laugh the worst. Well, this image together with my boss walking into the office a few minutes ago and saying, "Smells like gas in here...." (the natural kind, FYI). The

Teresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03145475384803999381noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10356627.post-1158190787211793262006-09-14T08:33:00.000-11:002006-09-13T12:39:47.233-11:00

There...I said it.Do you have any idea how long it has taken me to be able to say that? (How long have I been in this country? So about a year and 9 months.) It was such a pride thing...as if admitting it meant I was less spiritual, less cool, less travel-savvy.But we had a teacher's meeting last night and went out to eat afterwards. There were some things I liked, but overall, I abstained from

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It's easy to think pictures like these are cheesy or lame when it's not you and your best friend in them. And that's just it. Bethany is my best friend. And even though the above three pictures are only slightly different, each one is exceptionally precious to me. They capture a moment of time, the very brief time that we got to spend together, and as such, are extremely important and special to

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My sister and I are getting ready to go spend the morning, or at least a hefty chunk of the morning, with my dad and Phyllis. In preparation for this event, I have taken a literal chill pill and am loading up on the good diet coke (fountain drink). It has more potential to be icky than usual, because of money.And that brings me to my stupid moment to trump all stupid moments. When I went and

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Those are the first words to one of the songs from the movie "Muppets Take Manhattan." I watched that movie so many times growing up that, to this day, my older sisters can quote it. I could write the song, but I'm not going to. To put down a song about how difficult goodbyes are is cheesy enough, once you add in that the song was sang by a bunch of Muppets...just enters a realm of cheesiness

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