Saturday, December 26, 2009

Photos_Best Christmas Present Ever


One of Raych Arles's friends Sarah envisions that when she gets to heaven, Jesus will greet her with open arms and warmly say: "Come cuddles," to which Sarah will respond by leaping into his arms as he cradles her into the gates of heaven. I support this vision and practice saying "Come cuddles" everyday for at least 10 minutes. At least. So thank you Raych Arles for crafting this beautiful cross stitch masterpiece.


Raych Arles with her Hello Kitty compact mirror and Christian Siriano's new book "Fierce Style"


Asher with homemade coasters by Raych Arles



"Come Cuddles" and a 3-D Coloring Book (thank you Ash Money)


Monday, December 21, 2009

FYVP_SNL Garth & Kat

For Your Viewing Pleasure...
The best skit I've seen in a long time.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Words_The Inevitable End_"Team Allison"

As 2009 comes to a close, I can't help but be annoyingly cliche and reflect upon the year's pluses and minuses.
Altogether, this year has been quiet and humbling; life-changing and exciting; hopeful and promising. I thought I'd share a few standout moments throughout the week; some highs and some lows. In no particular order...

Team Allison

This past spring, I lost a roommate Cortney (to marriage) and gained another roommate Allison (single). Her addition to our house was initially a bit embarrassing for me as she was once one of my kids in youth group for a summer as a high school summer intern. Translation: I'm old; she's young; and we're living under the same roof. This shows how much I've progressed in life, you see. But after a month or so of living with her, all of this self consciousness waned away as I began to observe and appreciate her living habits under our roof. It started with the little things like the way she prepared her meals with such unassuming thoughtfulness: a single sweet potato thrown in the oven; a miniature crock pot of seasoned chicken. She never flushed the toilet past 9 p.m. She got up early every morning to do her devotions with a fresh cup of coffee made from her french press. In warm weather, she either walked to work or rode her bike. She always wore bright complementary colors, sometimes with intricate patterns and polka dots. And for Christmas she made her own rubber stamp to create her own Christmas cards. She is the dearest and sweetest girl, and I'm so glad she has become a part of our home and is now a part of home to me.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Photos_A Caleb Krunk Christmas



Team Raych Arles


Team Ash Money, Raych Arles


Song: "Put the Lights on the Tree" - Sufjan Stevens


The host informed me we missed the late night dance party. :-(

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Words_Starting Somewhere

Communication is underrated. Why can't we say what we need and want to say? Why is it so difficult to express exactly how we feel? Wouldn't it be helpful if life could be experienced a la the book The Giver, where memories and feelings could be transferred by touch? Would we abuse this privilege? Would it diminish verbal communication?

The thing though is that communication sucks sometimes... a lot. But ultimately, I think it's meant to make a deeper connection--sometimes good and sometimes bad--but without it, you don't get anywhere. It's a necessity for survival, for depth, for intimacy. I wish I was more forthright with my feelings but too often I'm too prideful trying to protect myself than admitting sadness, vulnerability, and hurt. Most of the time, the root of my poor communication is simply hurt and I have to practice saying to myself: "My feelings are hurt," and know that that's okay.

I hope to get better at communicating. I feel so fulfilled after having a long conversation with my best friend; or delving into a perhaps messy topic with Robbe but ultimately it bringing us closer together.

This life is too short to keep our mouths shut. I hope I can say what needs to be said when it should be said and that hurt feelings don't prevent needed growth between friends and lovers.