tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88758214816237894852024-03-13T14:30:00.626-07:00Recalculating...I'm just along for the ride.Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-5192940175953361662013-01-07T23:17:00.000-07:002013-01-07T23:18:27.855-07:00A Picture Review of the Past Few Months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Admiring Yellowstone on a VISTA camping trip last March.</td></tr>
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I'm not going to lie: cold weather makes me miss Montana. It's gorgeous in SC, but on chilly nights like this where I stayed in with a blanket and hot chocolate, it would be nice to look out the window and see a little white on the rooftops. I never would have admitted that last year (I had a whiny, cold, little Floridian image to protect, after all).<br /><br />I haven't posted in a while, but to be honest there hasn't been much to say. I'm enjoying SC but this year doesn't have quite the same feel of adventure to it. I have a pretty standard, cookie cutter apartment, but it's nice to have some newer appliances and windows, etc. I've added little touches here and there to spice it up. As a VISTA leader, my most important role is to support the VISTAs at each site and make sure they have everything they need to succeed. I love helping others be more successful, but I miss being directly involved as well. I present to you a brief history of the last few months told primarily in pictures:<br />
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In September, after a little time in SC to get my feet under me, I was given the opportunity to fly to Chicago for the VISTA Leader training. The city was a little overwhelming at first but exciting. I met many new VISTA Leader friends and got to see some great old ones from last year that I had already been missing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the roof in Chicago.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Some "Montanans" in the city. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Bean<br />Full Disclosure: I did not take this photo and we didn't know the couple in the corner, but Amanda (the photographer) and I both agreed they made it much more adorable.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Deep Dish Pizza with Sam and Allison, my Montana besties. </td></tr>
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In October, I made a long weekend road trip up to Richmond to visit and old, dear friend of mine who I grew up doing children's theater with. I have never been there before and loved doing a little exploring. The view while driving through North Carolina and Virginia in October was just another perk to the trip.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exploring Carey Town (SP?) with Karen</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Outside the Virginia Civil War Museum</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All the pretty October leaves<br /><br />November provided time to go home for Thanksgiving for the first time in years. Not only did I get to see my family again so soon, which was a treat in itself, but I also got to see my best friend in the whole world whom I hadn't seen in an excessively long amount of time. It was almost a mini-high school reunion month. </td></tr>
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In December, the colder weather came and I spent a lot more time indoors with my yarns, hooks and needles. It ended in our annual trip to Ohio for Christmas and a quiet time with family in Florida to start the new year.<br />
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Plus, Dad grew a Santa beard. Pics to prove it coming. Promise.<br /><br />I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and has been enjoying a wonderful 2013 so far. 2012 was a year of big change for me, even bigger changes than 2011 when I graduated college. By the end of it, I'm in a new city, in a new position, with a new car, and a new apartment, and getting ready to start a new part of the plan. But through it all the love and support of family and friends remains constant and steadfast. If 2012 was any indication, God has big things in store!<br /><br />
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Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-39570621407145439962012-08-23T20:44:00.002-07:002012-08-29T06:02:57.033-07:00Goodbye Montana, RIP Ethel, Hello SCThis is going to be a long post. There is a LOT to be covered.<br />
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So go ahead and make to that trip to the bathroom you've been thinking about.<br />
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Also, better get that drink you wanted too.<br />
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So I finished my service year in Montana July 22. I was heartbroken to leave Deer Lodge. I never thought I would become so attached but I can honestly saw that, aside from being a little chilly, everything about Montana grew on me. The small town way of life. The long road trips to get anywhere. And definitely the people. I was surprised with a wonderful going away party. I knew something was up, but I had no idea how many people would be there or to what trouble some would go through to make me feel so loved. But it taught me a few things:<br />
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1. So far, I have never left a place because I WANTED to leave. I have always moved on because it was time to go.<br />
2. God will always provide no matter where he sends me. So why doubt the place, the time, or the reason?<br />
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With that in mind, I continued to pack through my sadness. Many people helped make the process as easy as possible. I had friends volunteer to carry things down from the apartment, pack the car, clean after everything was out, AND let me stay with them the night before my big drive once my apartment was empty, all the while knowing I would never be able to return the favor from my new home across the country. Can you see why I would be so disappointed to leave?<br />
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Off I went into the wild blue yonder back across the United States to start a new chapter of life in South Carolina. Fortunately, I got to stop and visit friends again along the way back which made the drive SO MUCH better. I meet Mom in SC so we could find an apartment and hope to get settled some before heading to Florida for a visit. After a lot of sketchy areas, we found the perfect place in the form of student housing. Then I popped in to my new VISTA position for a bit before heading down for a quick visit with the family. We are fortunate to have wonderful friends in the area that let me unload most of my stuff so I didn't have to take it to Florida with me, even though I could move it into the apartment yet.<br />
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It was great to spend some time with everyone in St. Pete. I was able to visit with a few wonderful old friends and lots of quality time with Mom, Dad, and Brenda. Ethel got an oil change, a bath, Dad cleaned the headlights, and most excitingly, a brand new bumper to fix the damage from the tire that had blown my tail light months earlier. I am proud to say I had all my ducks in a row and paid Ethel off completely 6 months ahead of schedule. No more car payments for me! I'd already gotten to see the office in SC briefly so I was excited to get back up there and get a move on.<br />
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Sunday came. I re-packed the car with everything I had kept with me, plus the goodies I found at home, kissed the family good bye and went on my way with my paid off, newly repaired and serviced vehicle. It wasn't nearly as hard to say goodbye as it's been in the past because I'd only be 500 miles away this time. Besides, I had a brand new adventure waiting for me the next morning! I was about 2 hours away from home, in traffic, traveling in the slow lane at 70 mph, when the car directly next to me abruptly swerved into my lane. I didn't have time to do anything but move out of the way. When that happened, I had to move so far over so quickly and try to get back in to traffic just as rapidly that my tires got caught on the edge of the road and blew. Ethel fishtailed several times before suddenly rolling down the side of the interstate that was slanted up to become an overpass. After 3 rolls, Ethel finally came to a stop on the driver's side in the median between the interstate and the exit ramp. I had closed my eyes when I realized the car was about to roll to try to keep anything from getting in my eyes. When I opened them, I had no idea what I was in for. Many people stopped to help. I was trapped in the car, but only because the car was on it's side, not because I was pinned. Stuff had flown out of the car all over the interstate. But I was okay. I felt soreness. But I knew I could feel everything, and that was a good sign.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the side the car landed on. These pictures were taken the next day when we went back to Ocala to the impound yard to collect all of my stuff out of the car. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Every window in the car broke except for the front passenger window: the one that would have sent glass shattering down right on top of me, but didn't. </td></tr>
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As you can see, poor Ethel is "destroyed" as the insurance appraiser put it. But solely by the will of God I was able to walk out. Through the windshield once the firefighters removed what was left.<br />
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They took me by ambulance, tied to a board wearing a terribly uncomfortable neck brace just in case there were injuries I was not feeling. No one could believe I was basically fine. They did x-rays, a trauma scan, and all kinds of checks on my vitals. All came out normal. No bone damage. No internal bleeding. No head injuries. Heck, no broken nails. My family came to get me and we headed back the two hours back home. South Carolina would have to wait.<br />
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I can't say I was untouched. I felt pretty rough for at least a few days. I looked like someone used me as a punching bag. But almost all the injuries I had were sustained from the seatbelt holding me in as it was intended to.<br />
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Are you ready for the funny story in all this? Because there is one. So rewind to the part where the car goes rolling off the side of the interstate and I close my eyes. I slowly open them and survey the surroundings. I take a deep breath. I don't know weather to cry or throw up. Then, somewhere off in the distance, I hear my trusty GPS (named Dee) say "Recalculating." ... .... ....Yes Dee, we were going to have to recalculate. So I laughed. Somehow not only was I kept safe in all this, but the first thing that came out of it was actually laughter. It all has to be part of a greater plan.<br />
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After a brief recovery period back at home, and a frustrating search for a new car, Brenda actually found the perfect thing. Meet Betty:</div>
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I loved Ethel. And I will always be grateful to her for helping keep me safe. And finding a replacement was an awful challenge. But so far Betty and I are extremely happy together!<br />
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So in the span of about a week, I moved into a new apartment, in a new town, with a new (to me) car, starting a new job. Talk about a NEW adventure! It's a lot of change all at once but at least I know through it all the love and support of friends and family will never change, and neither will God. <br />
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Betty and I are in South Carolina now, getting settled and getting to know people. There will be a lot more to report in coming weeks I'm sure. Plus I have to come up with a new blog name now! I think we all know what this means...<br />
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">I suppose it's time to make the news internet official: after I finish my service year in Montana in July, I will be moving to South Carolina to serve as a VISTA leader with United Way. I couldn't be more excited! Deer Lodge has been wonderful and the experience has been fantastic, so I can't wait to take everything I've learned and put it into practice and try to help other VISTAs reach their full potentials. I'm sure it will take a little time to readjust back into the Southern way of life but I think I can swing it (total sarcasm, by the way). <span style="text-align: center;"> </span></span></div>
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This past weekend, a group of VISTAs from all over Montana drove down to Devil's Tower National Monument in Wyoming and met up with a group of VISTAs from Colorado. The monument was breathtaking and more than a little intimidating. I don't have any pictures at the moment to share because I had to rely on the photography of others, but <a href="http://www.wyomingtourism.org/thingstodo/detail/Devils-Tower-National-Monument/2900" target="_blank">here</a> is a little information about it, if anyone is interested. Besides learning a lot about the monument, rock climbing, and other related topics, we also got to learn a lot from each other about serving as a VISTA in a different state. There were huge differences between the 2 states, even just in Orientation. Pretty crazy. Makes me even more excited for the chance to serve again somewhere else and see more differences. </div>
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I will be attempting to go home in between service terms, but travel reimbursement policies have changed recently so I can't say anything for sure yet. Ethel has been through a lot this year. Besides the internal computer issue on my way here, she has also had to get 5 new tires. Yes. I said 5 and I meant it. One to replace the tire that lost it's tread and broke my tail light, and then a whole new set when the rest of the tires started to lose a lot of their grip on icy roads. It was cheaper to buy 4 than just 3 for some reason... I also got a new oil pan put in. Ethel's still waiting on the new tail light. Right now she has a red tape band aid solution at the moment. A rock skipped along the hood and caused a little cosmetic issue, but fortunately didn't crack the windshield. Basically, she's had to toughen up quite a bit. But she's gearing up for the trip back across the country! She's excited. She told me so. </div>
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Now to start taking inventory of my little apartment and getting everything packed up... As of today, I have 41 days left to enjoy as much of Montana as I possibly can. Judging how quickly this year went by, 41 days in barely time to blink.<br />Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-72672528546285313042012-05-02T14:59:00.000-07:002012-05-21T15:01:31.252-07:00Surviving on a VISTA budgetI recently brought up the experience of life on food stamps and thought about the other ways the meager VISTA stipend has encouraged me to change my habits. In case any other aspiring VISTA happen upon this, I'll share what I've gained this year to save a couple of bucks and gain a lot of experience.<br />
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1. Make your own cleaners.<br />
There are a bajillion different recipes online. That's a literal number. I counted. Like <a href="http://www.good.is/post/good-instructions-how-to-spring-clean-with-nontoxic-home-made-products/" target="_blank">here</a>. Or <a href="http://www.instructables.com/id/Homemade-Green-Cleaning-Recipes/#step1" target="_blank">here</a>. Or <a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/20-diy-green-cleaning-recipes-141129" target="_blank">here!</a> If you notice there are many reoccurring ingredients, so basically, you can make a BUNCH of different cleaners, with only a few different things. Some of those ingredients are food stamp items (vinegar, baking soda, lemon juice, etc), so that saves you a little cash too. As an added bonus, they are less harmful to the environment and any little ones or animals that may be in the vicinity. If you're really an overachiever, you can even try a DIY Swiffer.<br />
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2. Use Freecycle.org.<br />
People are getting rid of stuff and they want to give it away. Some of it's junk, but when you get that rare gem you know it was worth sifting through the dirt.<br />
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3. Trade with friends<br />
Let's say your a crafty individual. You can sew, patch, or whatever. You have a friend who is handy with cars, but walks around with missing buttons and hole-y clothes because they don't know what else to do. You replace the buttons and repair the rips in an appropriate number of items, they change the oil in you car. It cost you a little time, but saves you both a nice chunk of change.<br />
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4. Thrift.<br />
This sounds obvious, but it's important to remember. Especially when you only have to live somewhere for a year but you have to furnish an apartment, or stock a kitchen, or whatever. I went to the dollar store and thought I was so smart for buying a bunch of kitchen stuff for a dollar a piece... until I got the the thrift store and noticed way nicer stuff on sale for 10 cents a piece. Lesson learned.<br />
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5. Utilize the dollar store.<br />
I know this clashes a bit with my previous statement, but there are somethings you just don't want to buy used so the dollar store is a good alternative. I am particularly fond of the office supply section.<br />
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It's tempting to go to the frozen food section and load up on a bunch of hot pockets and frozen pizzas. But a person can only take so much before they start feeling like a walking tv dinner. I've learned throughout the year that, like cleaners, it's way easier to keep some basic pantry ingredients around an make your basic food items. You'll be more inclined to experiment, plus your stomach will thank you for saving it from the preservative monsters.<br />
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7. Borrow<br />
Usually a VISTA is only going to be in one place for a year and then they pack up and head back wherever it is they came from, or off into the wild unknown. You don't need to acquire a bunch of stuff to get by and you definitely don't need to pay for it. Ask your coworkers if they have any extra stuff you can borrow, like an old vacuum cleaner they don't use very often any more, or an extra piece of furniture they've been storing in an unused room. My supervisor posted that her VISTA needed a bed for a year. Within a few hours, an awesome super comfy and sturdy bed was delivered to my little apartment. Not everyone may be that lucky, but obviously it doesn't hurt to ask. Along those same lines, share with other VISTAs. If they are an avid baker but you only need one cookie sheet this one time for this one treat... you see where I'm goin' with this.<br />
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8. Walk, bike, or use public transportation<br />
Public transportation can be a little tough in Montana, since there really isn't any unless you're in some of the bigger towns, but most of the smaller towns have everything easily within walking distance. Heck, use it as an excuse to dust off those rad purple roller blades that were all the rage back in the day (What's that? I'm the only one waiting for roller blading to make a come back? I see...) Whatever your preferred method, avoid using your car as much as possible. You'll save on gas, plus with your new fresh eating habits you might just become a lean, mean, VISTA machine.<br />
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I'm sure you're thinking to yourself <i>These are mostly common sense suggestions. </i>But you'd be surprised how easy it is to forget about these types of things when suddenly you are forced to be more careful about your budget and spending habits. It's easy to get in to a financial panic of some sorts and deny yourself what you need because you don't think you can afford them. It's not an easy budget to keep. But it's definitely manageable, and will help you keep budgets and utilize frugal habits long after your year of service.Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-78697041845285908842012-04-11T20:37:00.001-07:002012-04-29T22:02:34.775-07:00On Food Stamps<i>I wrote this a while ago and didn't realize I saved it instead of published it... Oops! </i><br />
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As VISTAs, we're recommended to apply for SNAP (Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program, more commonly refered to as food stamps) before we enter our service year. That's just part of the experience of a VISTA's poverty level salary. At first, I wasn't going to do it because I didn't really think I would need it, but my ever wise Mother mentioned that maybe it was less about the funds of SNAP and more about the process of applying for them, receiving them, and using them for groceries. I knew she was right, so I went ahead and applied. <br />
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Man am I glad I did! The amount given to me every month makes it possible for me to continue paying the bills that I still have from college. And mind you, these are not frill bills either. We're talking basic cell phone, car, power, rent... the only bill I have that I could probably live without is internet, but I don't have cable/tv of any kind so I figured that would be my substitute (and I also worked with the company to get a really good deal this year). Those are just bills. That doesn't cover other expenses, like gas. As I'm sure you can imagine, the roughly $800 a month VISTA stipend goes pretty quick. <br />
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But then there's SNAP. Ooohhhhh SNAP. How lovely you are. You allow me to buy fruit and veggies and whole grains instead of ramen noodles and preservative-filled artificial imitation food products. I now see why programs like this are so important, and how they can really make a potential difference for struggling families. Of course there are restrictions (no hot prepared food, no alcohol, and no paper goods) but overall, the benefits from SNAP are easy to feel.<br />
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Paying with SNAP has become MUCH less noticeable than traditional food stamps. Where before there was a book of literal stamps that needed to be torn out to pay for groceries, that could be lost or misplaced, or whathaveyou, now it is a small discrete card that is automatically refilled when the new month begins. No one but you and the cashier has to now you are paying with SNAP. Pretty sweet right? <br />
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Accept for it's really easy to spot when someone is treating you differently because you are paying with SNAP. I usually go grocery shopping after work. I'm well-dressed since I work in an office, and Ethel is along as my trusty stead. To the naked eye, I am not what people normally think of when imagining someone on public assistance. Also I smile a lot, which is always confusing to people no matter what the situation. I get up to the counter with my cart full of whatever. I chat up the cashier (I'm one of those people) and when it's time for me to pay I swipe my card. Except the cashier has to enter a code, so I have to make sure I flash them my card before I swipe it. More than one time, I have witnessed a person completely change from pre to post card reveal. Sometimes they become quiet or get a little less reciprocally chatty. Sometimes they straight up give me the face. Maybe not all grocery stores require a code, but ours does. Or the other one in town is much smaller and the cashier actually has to swipe the card for me. One time, a cashier was flirting with me hardcore until he saw my plastic badge of government assistance. **Note to self, try to scare creepers away with SNAP card**<br />
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The point is, I don't think any of these cashiers had that reaction on purpose but it seemed almost involuntary. I'm not sensitive about it, because I know this is part of my year of experience and that after I finish serving as a VISTA, I won't need them. But I'm sure to those barely squeaking by, any little sideways glance could make them really self-conscious. It might even be enough to prevent people from using them who really need them.<br />
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And I'm one of the lucky ones who have wonderful people working in the public assistance office. They are always super friendly, and extremely helpful. Even before I worked in the same building as them, they went out of their way to make sure I was set up before I arrived in Montana. Some VISTAs have had nothing but trouble with their public assistance workers, making the experience all the more embarrassing and potentially humiliating.<br /><br />I make a lot of jokes about my groceries being "courtesy of the taxpayers" but the truth is, I have no idea how I would've been able to stay afloat without using SNAP. We have a stigma as a culture believing that the use of public assistance means a weakness. I believe a misuse or manipulation of the system is weakness, but using resources available to you to get ahead is smart. If you need them, or think you might qualify, don't feel the need to choose between pride and groceries.<br />
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Do you have any experiences with SNAP or food stamps? Did it bother you to have to be on them? Did you ever refuse to allow yourself to utilize this program because you thought it was for a different type of person? I'm curious to know...Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-48406099521264786712012-04-11T20:13:00.000-07:002012-06-16T21:08:25.791-07:00"Grow old with me, the best is yet to be!"I've never been one to fixate on looks. I take care of myself and definitely abide my standard hygenic grooming practices, but I'm by no means what some would consider "fussy." Today I got my hair cut for the first time since October (okay, maybe I'm a little lax on some standard grooming practices) and a comment another woman made there really made me stop and think. She said "It would be so nice to come in for just a hair cut when I finally felt like it. I have to come in regularly to be colored young again." I laughed, as did the few other people in the salon, but as I sat in the swirly chair, draped in plastic cape, with my chin to my chest, I began to think about it more. <br />
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We hear all the time that society is obsessed with youth and beauty. I'll make a confession, when I was just a tiny wee lass and I would hear people refer to society, I thought they were talking about a person. Adults talked about people I didn't know all the time, so the fact that I had never seen Society and didn't know he/she looked like didn't stop my child brain from personifying it. I heard that "Society has changed," "Society is too eager to please," "society is so obsessed with unimportant things..." See how I might have gotten confused? What made it even more confusing is that when referencing poor, misguided Society people never seemed to speak as if they were included in--how was I supposed to know the term included almost everyone!? I don't remember exactly how old I was when I figured it out but to this day when I think of society (<i>uncapitalized now, see how I did that?</i>), I think of a singular entity that is unrepresentative of the whole. I assumed that agism, or any undue honoring of youth was one of those things that jerkface Society was trying to make us believe was important. <br />
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But the pursuit of everlasting young is everywhere. And frankly, that terrifies me. I'm 23 years old. By almost no ones standards am I old, and yet commercials are already telling me it's time to start watching for sign of aging. The fact that this year has gone by so incredibly quickly makes my head spin. Heck, I can't even pickle myself because that would make me wrinkly! What kind of image are we setting up for ourselves and our future children when even in youth, we can't enjoy it because we are too afraid of losing it? <br />
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I will never be perfect. I will never have perfect skin, or hair, or teeth, or eyebrows, or the perfect body. Instead of trying to dig my heals in the sand against an unstoppable force, I'd rather have a good story behind my journey of aging. I hope to be like so many women I admire in my life and wear my imperfections as signs of glory, as recognition and thankfulness at being shaped by God's hands. If this year of VISTA service has taught me anything, it's that priorities are important and some things should never make the list.<br />
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So no, Society, I will not order your wrinkle creams, and your cellulite preventative lotion, or your "youth dye." I'll take dignity, to go. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy 23rd Birthday to me! Yes, I am sitting on the floor to eat my cake modeling my birthday tiara with my disheveled hair, like all adults do on their birthdays. </td></tr>
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<br /></div>Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-39237258726935357872012-03-14T21:59:00.005-07:002012-06-16T21:12:21.482-07:00What Teaching Kids Taught MeI remember the day, back in high school, when I was told something startling: people don't change as they get older. They may become wiser from life experience, they may make better choices, they may become more conscientious of others... but deep down we are the same in high school as we are are going to be for the rest of our lives. My next logical conclusion was that who we are as children is as true to ourselves as we will ever be. We haven't had time to learn to fear the other. We haven't yet been bullied into following the crowd. We haven't yet become embarrassed of who we are, just maybe things that happen or things we do. I miss that. Working with children along my journey to adulthood helped me relearn many things I once knew to be true as a child. I made a list of all the things I can think of right now that were learned working with children and apply to daily life even after the fact. I suppose it's really a list of how working with children can make anyone a better person.<br />
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1. Some days everyone will sit, pay attention, and behave appropriately. Some days they won't.<br />
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2. Never be afraid to get your hands dirty. Soap is always there, opportunity for adventure is not.<br />
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3. Make sure you are able to sit on the floor in whatever you're wearing.<br />
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4. Don't over-analyze. Accept the fact that some things are just magic.<br />
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5. Would it be worth a timeout? <br />
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6. Even a good lie is hard to get away with, and much harder to remember the second time.<br />
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7. The "helper" is always the best job to have.<br />
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8. Find ways to protect the things you care about, even if no one else sees the value. Keep them in a safe place, but don't leave them in your pocket to be washed. <br />
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9. It never hurt anyone to believe in the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, or Santa Claus.<br />
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10. Trust people. Beware of "stranger danger," but believe that everyone is good at heart.<br />
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11. Playing pretend is the best way to learn.<br />
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13. Happiness is beauty.</div>
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14. Laugh when provoked, even at inappropriate times. Odds are someone else needs to hear it.<br />
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15. Nothing is too insignificant to be prayed about.<br />
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17. When someone compliments you, accept it without question. You are, after all, awesome.<br />
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18. There will be times when you will get hurt, through the fault of your own or others. That's a risk you have to take.<br />
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Any suggestions?Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-52241819308011442582012-02-23T19:56:00.001-07:002012-02-28T20:11:45.678-07:00A Thank You PrayerI'm terrible at writing thank you notes. If it was a crime to not send thank you notes, I would be spending the rest of my life in jail. It's not that I don't appreciate things. I DO. Sincerely from the bottom of my heart. But I think so much and so long about how thankful I am that it leaves no time for writing a note. Was that a flimsy excuse? <br />
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Anyway, I had to write notes for the people who participated in our last awareness events, which got me thinking about a few other "thank yous" I should acknowledge, which culminated to the ultimate thank you I owe! Here's the best I could come up with: <br />
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Dear Heavenly Father,<br />
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Thank you Lord for the extremely mild winter. There have been no blizzards, no large accumulations of snow, and very few days of below zero weather. There have been very few windstorms or icy roads to be trapped in. There have been no bears finding their way into my apartment and helping themselves to the contents of my fridge. There have been very few mornings of scraping ice of the windshield, and even better, there has never been a morning when Ethel has not started. Thank you Lord for keeping me from contracting any rare, incurable cold weather diseases. I had the flu, but it was gone in 3 days and I am grateful to have had so many concerned for my well being. There is no frostbite on my fingers, toes, ears, or nose. Thank you Lord for helping me appreciate the coziness of warm fuzzy socks and hot chocolate. Thank you for days when going outside is not necessary, and looking out my window is like looking into a snow globe. <br />
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Thank you Lord for the people you have placed in my life. Thank you for my fellow VISTAs who are sharing this adventure. Thank you for my coworkers at the courthouse who have gone out of their way to make sure I have everything I need. Thank you for giving me a Supervisor who also delights in you, and trusts me enough to let me explore and make my own mistakes. Thank you for giving me a family that understands my desire to travel across the country to help people I have never met. Thank you for old friends who brighten my days with long conversations that feel as if we’ve never been apart. Thank you for the church family you have given me who take time to call or send texts, cards, and packages, just to remind me that they still care. Thank you for friends and family who are willing and able to travel long distances on uncomfortable flights into less than perfect weather to visit me. Thank you for always making sure I feel loved. <br />
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Thank you for the adventures. Thank you for the time to play in the snow. Thank you for all the new experiences that I have had this year. Thank you for letting me stay alive after my first skiing trip (I did not appreciate the horrible pain afterwards but I understand that you can’t shield me from everything. Consequences are important). Thank you for the mountains and the lakes and the wide-open spaces. Thank you for always being with me wherever I roam. Thank you for helping me to succeed often enough to feel confident, but fail enough to know that you are always in charge. It is only by your grace. Thank you for allowing me to see you in the many people and situations that have risen here. Thank you for this beautiful gift of life.<br />
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Here I sit, late at night, on a small, mostly empty plane on my way back to Montana. We all know after I finish this I will most assuredly fall asleep. I can’t believe my visit is already over. I guess it was pretty long but it just seems to have gone by so fast. I spent it almost exclusively with family, a bit different then previous trips home but somehow even more special. Most of my friends are off on the adventure that is their lives, even if they are still in the area. We aren’t all home for extended breaks at the same time anymore. Of course that’s disappointing, but in some ways exciting. Many great things are happening for people and just because I don’t get to hear about all of them in person doesn’t make them any less significant. The world is no longer measured in semesters. I did however get to see my good friend from Pcola, April, who moved down to Tampa recently. I’m so happy that worked out! <br />
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New Years Eve, April came over for a bit and had dinner then played board games with the family. Games in the Mettetal household are always interesting. You have Mom, who makes up rules as the game progresses according to what benefits her at the time, Brenda, who is fairly competitive and known for dishing out some trash talk, and me, who doesn’t really get competitive until I win then it’s “IN YOUR FACE” (in so many words). The final character is Dad who walks in and out of the game and contributes to whatever team he feels like whenever he thinks of an answer. He’s like drawing a wild card. It’s fantastic when he happens to come up with a last minute needed answer for your team but when it happens for the other guys this method of contributing is much less appreciated. April carried her own and I’m proud to say she and I won 2 out of 3 games of Outburst. Other scores for other games need not be mentioned…<br />
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As it got later April went home and we found ourselves under a blanket on the couch waiting for the ball to drop. Brenda and I saw Mom falling asleep and tricked her with a fake countdown. She didn’t think it was nearly as funny as we did. The ball dropped, we cheered, then fell asleep like the crazy party animals we are. <br />
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News Years Day, I got to go back to the church I grew up in for the first service of 2012. A lot has changed there but through it all we know we serve an unchanging God. I decided to make some New Years resolutions and post them here in the hopes that someone will try to hold me accountable. <br />
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*I will do my best to maintain daily devotions. I will not however beat myself up when I miss one. <b>I will not regret decisions or mistakes made. I will cherish lessons learned. </b><br />
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</b>*Any attempts made at losing/maintaining weight will be done for purely health reasons, not vanity. As a temple what goes on inside is what important, not what the temple looks like. Does that make sense? That said, maybe if I think of it that way it will be easier to make healthy choices. <br />
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2011 was a crazy year for many people. 2012 is a new chance, as is each day, hour, minute. Let’s all see what we can do with the gift of time God has given us. <br />
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I think I’m ready for my in flight nap. <br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">I love Christmas: carols, cheesy clay-mation movies, cookies (especially cookies). Everything about Christmas time just makes me feel merry and bright, for lack of a better expression. I especially love that Christmas is a family time. Being 2,500 miles away is great for adventure but not so great when it comes to keeping in touch with your family. Because I have some of the most fantastic friends ever, I was given a round trip ticket to be with my family for Christmas. I don’t know how I would have been able to go home without the generous gift. Shout out to those awesome people—you know who you are <span style="font-family: Wingdings;">:)</span><br />
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I was supposed to arrive in Ohio to meet my Mother and Sister on December 23. Before that, I’ve been loving spreading a little Christmas cheer around Deer Lodge. I decorated my apartment using 2 rolls of wrapping paper. I didn’t want to invest a lot in decorations I don’t even have room to store, so I figured this way I could just recycle my decorations when they were done. Plus I got the paper for about $1 a roll so it fit well into the VISTA budget. I made a tree on my wall with the help of John and Jill when they came visit. I also made wrapping paper wreaths and covered my table with wrapping paper instead of buying a themed table clothe (which worked out way better than I anticipated). I used a 99 cent box of candy canes to make candle holders. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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Then the time came for me to go home. I will admit here to the internet world something I am highly ashamed of… … … I missed my first flight. It was scheduled to depart from Helena at 6 am so my plan was to leave Deer Lodge at 3:30, get there at 4:30 and have plenty of time to get through security, etc. Around 11 pm the night before, I still had a bunch of stuff to do but I was absolutely exhausted and decided I would allow myself a little power nap. I set my alarm to ring at midnight so I would wake up with plenty of time but not be in danger of falling asleep on the drive over aafter being up all night. I was out like a light and when I woke up, dazed but refreshed I looked at the clock to see that it was already 3:30 and I hadn’t done anything I needed to wake up for, not least of which was packing. So. I threw a bunch of stuff in a bag and did the bare necessity of my to-do list and flew out the door on my way to Helena. I called my mother in a panic as I was flying down the Montana interstate on my way to McDonald’s Pass (which is plenty scary when you’re not running late at 4 AM). Long story short, I made it to the airport 15 minutes before my plane was supposed to depart and the security line was 50 people deep. I could hear the intercom calling the last call for boarders. I asked to skip ahead in the line and was told that could cause someone else to miss their flight—point taken. I was pretty upset about it then. I felt irresponsible and even a little stupid for doing something so careless. As these things do it ended working out for the better. The nice man at the ticket counter rescheduled me for a flight the next day that would take less time. I went home, got some sleep and actually got everything done that was needed for me to be gone for 2 weeks. I even got to finish up some last minute presents. Just when I begin to feel like an adult is when something happens to remind me that I can grown up but never grow out of making mistakes. Lesson learned. For now. <br />
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Needless to say I made it in PLENTY of time for my next flight and got to Ohio safe and sound. It was great to be with the family and spend some time with loved ones I usually only get to see about once a year. Ohio also means shopping galore, which I have become unaccustomed to with the VISTA budget. After a few days in Ohio, Mom, Brenda and I piled into the car for the traditional 18-hour drive-a-thon back to Florida. We ate junk food, shared memories, talked about the last 6 months, sang songs we knew by heart and made up words to the ones we didn’t know then changed some to words we liked better. You know, the usual. I’m pretty sure the annual road trip is something the three of us all look forward to. <br />
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It was a wonderful Christmas and I still get to be with my family until January 5<sup>th</sup>. Looking forward to soaking in some of that Florida sun I always took for granted. I can’t believe that God would bless me so richly to give me a family I love, friends willing to be there for me any way they are able and even strangers who will go out of their way to help. Thank you Lord for sending your son as a baby so that we might be saved. We can never repay the debt we owe but hopefully we can st least learn an example of giving to each other just as you gave to us. <br />
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I treasure this time with family and realize this means my year is just about half way over. I can’t wait to see what’s in store next! <br />
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PS. Writing Christmas cards is hard y’all. I think I’ll have to put off starting that tradition for yet another year. </div>Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-3264192611683524862011-12-12T19:55:00.000-07:002011-12-12T19:55:17.088-07:00A VISTA ThanksgivingI was SO SO SO excited to have two awesome friends, John and Jill, come up to visit me for Thanksgiving. Not only that, but we were joined by two of my wonderful new friends, Allison and Sam. I decided that I wanted to host my first Thanksgiving this year. I have been doing a lot more cooking lately, thanks to my "From Scratch" experiments (learning how to make one new thing from scratch a week). My only goal was not to set anything on fire. Setting the bar pretty low means less chance of disappointment. <br />
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Well I'm pleased to say not only did I not set anything on fire, but by the grace of God everything came out how it was supposed to, and warm all at the same time. Beginners luck you could say. I was so incredibly grateful and have John and Jill, and Allison and Sam there. I realized I have plenty else to be thankful for as well. It's easy to think of the big things, but every once in a while when the overwhelming grace of all the small blessings add up it really makes a big impression!<br />
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My first blessing was thinking of all the new people I have gotten to know here. VISTAs are great and a lot of fun to be around. Everyone works very hard and is passionate about what they do, and yet somehow no one takes themselves too seriously. Then there are the people in Deer Lodge who have opened up and welcomed me in, as if I've always belonged here. People have given me their phone numbers to make sure I had someone to call "in case of homesickness." Others have left small gifts around the office for me if they thought it was something I might need. As a matter of fact, the majority of things I used to make and serve Thanksgiving dinner were all borrowed from people working at the court house. I asked to borrow a roaster and a knife from one woman. Instead, she lent me a roaster, a knife, 2 plates, a huge thing of foil (how did she know that would be so handy??), and a bread basket. Another woman heard that I was trying to make my first Thanksgiving and just volunteered to bring a bunch of serving plates and bowls, just in case. I ended up using everything they loaned me. Everything fit perfectly, and I had exactly enough. Thank you Lord for a delicious, blessed Thanksgiving. <br />
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I was given a book to read called "One Thousand Gifts" by Ann Voskamp. If you haven't read it, I highly recommend it. In it, she stresses the importance of being content with the gifts God has given you, as well as recognizing those gifts. She raises the point that sin is created out of ingratitude. We are searching for more and more, never fully realizing the miracle it is to just have life. Instead of constantly thinking "I will never be fulfilled if I don't..." it should be more like "I can't believe I already have so much in my life." That's especially important for me to remember now. It's easy, at least for me, to get distracted from the idea that I am merely a vessel. I become preoccupied with the good <i>I </i>am trying to do, or the things <i>I </i>need to accomplish. When instead I need to remember that just being alive is a gift. I need to do nothing with that gift besides use it as God intended. John said something while he was here, "Also, you come from a background of faith." At the time, I had been going on about how it wasn't that hard to adjust to life in Montana (besides the weather) because I enjoy the company of people of all ages. I can't even remember all the other pointless things I was saying. But when John added in that small sentence, without intention of correcting or preaching, I knew he was totally right. It could matter less about any other element that seems to have helped me along the way up here. What matters in a background of faith. <br />
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I still don't know where I am going after this. I'm looking in to a lot of different options and have many different ideas. But I'm not worried. After all, it's not about what <i>I </i>think needs to happen, it's about knowing that whatever happens is a gift. I long to find myself a shining diamond of God's love, set in a ring of faith, on display only for His glory on His hand. <br />
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I'm off to craft like a Christmas fiend. Less than 2 weeks until home (and warm)!!Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-85464094162537144662011-11-05T13:15:00.000-07:002011-11-05T13:15:12.544-07:00Who stole my October?It's a chilly November morning here in Deer Lodge. That's right, I said November. Can you believe it? Because I can't. Somehow or other the month of October has flown by and I neglected to post anything about the awesomeness that's happening up here. <br />
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Let's start with an update on the job:<br />
I have very exciting news that all started when the hospital association decided to build a brand new hospital. The old building that used to be the hospital belongs to the county and has very strict limits on what can occupy it because of the loans used to renovate it. Due to the restrictions and limitations, no one place a bid on this giant building that is in relatively good condition. The new hospital is beautiful and state-of-the-art, but many Deer Lodgians (as I've dubbed them) are bitter about the move because of the giant carcass left behind that will become a serious drain to taxpayers without the hospital occupying it. As you might imagine, Montana winters do a number on buildings that are not being properly maintained so the options were to have the county pay for maintenance until whenever someone comes along <i>super expensive</i>, or leave the building there to crumble and depreciate <i>super wasteful</i>. <br />
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Are you wondering how this is exciting yet? Here comes the good part! A group of community members started meeting to discuss needs in Deer Lodge and Powell County that could possibly be fulfilled with the use of the old building. Long story short, a coalition formed with the Powell County Economic Development Corporation (a small local group that had been inactive for a few years) to be the umbrella corporation leasing the building to smaller non-profits INCLUDING a transition home for victims of domestic violence! If everything goes as planned, this will be an even better alternative than a house. There will also be an assisted living in a part of the hospital which will create an opportunity for on the job training and even mentor-type relationships between the residents. The county has been supportive and now it's just a matter of getting all the paperwork in place and, of course, finding funding. The Commissioners agreed to pay for maintenance until we are ready to move in, hopefully in just a few months. This will keep costs to the county low but also keep the building from being yet another reminder of emptiness. I just applied for a Pepsi Refresh Everything Grant and had to make a little video to go with it. Musical Theater class of 2007 will remember this song! I couldn't help myself... It just fit too perfectly. Read fast! They only give you a minute so the slides are pretty short. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Everything else is going well too, thanks for asking. My sister came up to visit early this month and we went down to Yellowstone. I took her up to the Courthouse introduced her to a bunch of people I work with. We carved a pumpkin and spent most of our time just laying around and doing nothing. In my mind, those are the best kinds of visits. Oh, and eating. There was lots and lots of eating.<br />
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I have a winter coat but I'm still working on warm/snow shoes. Fortunately, there are plenty of experts up here to ask for consultation! I'm holding firmly to my protest that it should not be 30 degrees in November, but so far my argument is falling on deaf ears. I'm not the only one having to adjust to the differences however. Ethel is taking Montana roads pretty hard. Driving back from an excursion, I heard a load thump suddenly and didn't know if it was the roads or Ethel. I switched lanes and it stopped so I kept going. When I got home, I saw that somehow, something, someway tore the tread off my rear passenger tire which them broke my tail light and dented/scratched up the back area a bit. Unfortunately, my usual repair method of adding a bumper sticker over it just wont cut it this time. I am grateful that I made it the rest of the way back to the apartment before I saw the damage. AND I am flabbergasted by the fact that the tire didn't pop! It never even deflated during the time it took me to get a replacement one. Just another little reminder that God is watching over me up here. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> The apartment stays relatively clean. I think it helps because when I look around and think "How did this mess get here?" there is literally no other answer than "Oh. Right. Me." Maybe I'll get a turtle I have someone else to blame trouble on... John and Jill are coming up to see me in less than 3 weeks and I could not be more excited!! I'm thinking I might have to do some Thanksgiving decorations since someone will be around to see them. Hmmm.... <br />
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Well, I'm off to do the laundry I haven't done in about a month. The sock situation has become dire. <br />
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Thanks for stopping by! If you think about it, say a little prayer for the efforts up here as well as the people suffering from abusive situations. A little extra love goes a long way. </div>Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-53637482727796431092011-10-01T08:54:00.003-07:002011-10-03T12:47:13.600-07:00WallflowersEveryone who visits my office is greeted with a smile and a burst of color from my "paper garden". When I first got here I decided the office needed more spice but wasn't sure how to go about it. Using things around the office, I ended up making giant magazine flowers to hang up for that extra dose of fun. Many people have asked me how I made them so I figured I would explain it!<br />
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5. Add the finishing touches! I cut a smaller circle to cover the center where I taped the cone points down. My supervisor had lots of ribbon and stickers from awareness events in the past so I stapled a large ribbon down the center as a stem and attached a small leaf cut from the same file as the circles. I added some stickers to the center of the circle for texture and fun.<br />
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The neat thing about these is that you can make them any size from teeny-tiny to humongous and because everything is attached to the circle in the back they're very easy to hang. I used one tack up at the top of the circle. You can't see it between the cones. I'm sure you could use sticky tack too.<br />
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Have fun! I'm thinking I need to change these out now that Summer is over (sigh)... Anyone have an ideas for Autumn decorations?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Welcome to the park!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I started getting hungry and found this little place right outside the park. I was the only person there so I got a LOT of attention from the very sweet couple who owned it. After an hour of getting to know my new friends, I was on the trail again. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yes, I was driving. Yes, I was driving slowly. Yes, I was hanging my arm outside the window holding the camera. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This might be my favorite picture of the day. I think it captures the mood I found myself in at the park. </td></tr>
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Eventually, I caught up with the other VISTAs and had a very nice weekend in northern Montana. There were no swings or slides like the parks I'm most familiar with but I have the feeling my memories will be just as fond. <br />
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God created this!Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-55183048651684321312011-09-12T19:11:00.000-07:002011-09-12T19:11:04.873-07:00What's in a Quiche?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg8wGoso2ipXVoUtyb8lm1hkXdkExnISDw02eCqiA_oIWYBhdkO5UJWnFK8KaKcmPexHtV3JRWOaslKHqLZl2Aprip18hb1gYncXPNBfC9BJEqNgRfriTZk_cJiyweeaTuFjCCIl3YocQ/s1600/100_2384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg8wGoso2ipXVoUtyb8lm1hkXdkExnISDw02eCqiA_oIWYBhdkO5UJWnFK8KaKcmPexHtV3JRWOaslKHqLZl2Aprip18hb1gYncXPNBfC9BJEqNgRfriTZk_cJiyweeaTuFjCCIl3YocQ/s320/100_2384.JPG" width="320" /></a>It's official. I'm a grown up. <br />
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What makes me say that?<br />
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It's not the fact that I've been living away from home for years now. Or that I'm now 2,500 miles away. Or paying my own bills. Nope, none of that. Today. I made a quiche all by myself. Not even Google helped me (which we all know doesn't count anyway).<br />
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How does that make me an adult? <br />
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Well, it's because I made it simply to use up groceries so they didn't go bad while I am away at a conference. I remember Mom making things because they would go bad soon. I just thought that was her way of not having to cook more. Little did I realized that it takes MORE ingenuity to come up with something out of what you have, rather than fulfilling the needs of a pre-made recipe. I never really had many groceries in college because I didn't have a lot of time to cook. But now, here I am full circle, having to make a quiche to use up my groceries like a big girl. (Yes, I am aware that making a quiche with leftovers is about the safest thing you can do with leftovers but don't take this away from me. It still could have gone terribly wrong. Trust me.)<br />
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In addition to the benefit of using up groceries, it turned out beyond perfect. I didn't have crust ingredients so I buttered the dish and lined it with spinach. Yep, spinach. Then mixed the eggs I had left with leftover ham, mushrooms, more tiny pieces of spinach, and cheese. Plus a little garlic. Popped it in the oven for what I guessed would be the right time and right temperature and FOOD appeared. As you may be able to tell, I'm highly satisfied with the outcome of my efforts. <br />
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Every once in a while it's nice to realize that you are ready and able for the tasks ahead of you, no matter how small.<br />
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Thank you Lord not not letting me burn the apartment down with my leftover efforts.Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-55796096142425298702011-09-08T10:10:00.001-07:002011-09-12T19:22:14.525-07:00Armed with a Theater DegreeI'll be totally honest and admit I was a little bit worried about going in to a VISTA assignment after having spent four years studying theater. I also studied history and religious studies but primarily my time was spent on, behind, or directing a stage. It became apparent to me somewhere during my Junior year at UWF that I was not destined for a life in the arts.I thought I knew that in high school but couldn't let go of that small flame which led me to declare the major in college. Of course, scholarships are always a great incentive to choose a major too! I spent sometime praying over it, asking why so many years of my life would be spent training and practicing a craft that would not become my living. And not just college. When I say YEARS, I mean I've been involved with productions in some way since Kindergarten. That's the majority of my life and certainly almost as long as I can remember. So you might be able to imagine why it took some time for me to accept that the stage was not my destiny.<br />
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</tbody></table>Then I became worried that not only was I not going to use all the training I had received but that I was ill prepared to enter other subjects. I wont become a microbiologist, or an engineer, or any other such highly specialized and trained field. I can sing. I can act. And I try to dance. It would seem the field of dreams would be quite narrow. That was when I realized how fortunate I am to have lived the life I've been blessed with using the skills and abilities God has given me.<br />
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A theater major is unique. It automatically says "This person can think outside the box. This person can work under pressure. This person can work as a team. This person has a skill set that not many others can claim." I'm proud of my theater degree. I may never be able to become the next Albert Einstein. But I can use my public speaking skills and stage presence to make presentations and call attention to such things as domestic violence. I am able to make an artistic display to convey the emotions of a situation, rather than trying to rely on simple words. Theater teaches you how to communicate with the world in a level beyond that of any other. I would encourage anyone considering a major outside of the "norm" to go with your passion. You may not become the next Picasso, but who knows what other ways you will be able to use your skills. God wouldn't have given them to you if He didn't have something in mind for them.<br />
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I now see that God did not have me waste years of my life on a skill I would never use, but took me in a direction that would prepare me for all He had in store for me. It's a crazy feeling when you catch a glimpse of the bigger picture and think "Man am I glad I didn't miss out on this."Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-74128859792679723592011-08-18T20:39:00.002-07:002011-08-23T09:37:57.546-07:00The Nitty GrittyI've been at my job now for a few weeks. I've gotten to spend a lot of time researching and adjusting to the courthouse atmosphere. I've found that I have different work circumstances than many other VISTAs, for which I am grateful. I have my own office. Apparently most other VISTAs are lucky to have their own desk. I am right next to my supervisor so I get to meet with her almost every day about whatever questions I might have. In a bigger organization, some VISTAs have to plan out when they are going to sit down and have a meeting with their supervisors. For me, the entire team is just my supervisor and I. That means I am able to absorb as much as I can from her, straight from the source if you will.<br />
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Diana, my supervisor, is wonderful. Apart from working her darndest to help victims, she's always allowed my to ask whatever questions I have without feeling silly. To top it off, she helped me settle into my apartment. She found a friend of her's that was willing to let me borrow a bed for a year. My alternative was an air mattress. Needless to say, the real bed was much appreciated. In addition to the bed, she had an extra microwave that I am able to use for the year. Being able to borrow these more expensive household items meant I could buy other things that might have had to be put on the back burner for a while. Case and point: a vacuum cleaner. Not absolutely necessary, but it sure is nice to have a clean floor. Especially in the aftermath of a crafting spree.<br />
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Diana also introduced me to many people around town and the courthouse. Everyone has been very friendly and welcoming. What I find hilarious is that everyone I meet here, without fail, gives me a bless-your-little-heart face when they hear I'm from Florida.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The local paper in Deer Lodge has been really good about covering a lot of the activities and information from the Victim Assistance office. Since I've been here, they wrote an article about the fact that there was a new VISTA, and on about the volunteer interest meeting we had. Their support is definitely a great way for us to encourage community awareness and involvement. One of my responsibilities is to write a column every month. Here's my first one!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7xeL0YBbZ5MYt_HmkiYkdXg_9OG03f_4jkk9o4-1gVOeSwF15kDmI-DPPoGXDJXuSIADu2-2x_efC6QkOV18AdVig79hHZdu6V7MYId427CZoJbszrzyltTUNJDhbnL2eUAmFiBkx-Y/s1600/column+1+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7xeL0YBbZ5MYt_HmkiYkdXg_9OG03f_4jkk9o4-1gVOeSwF15kDmI-DPPoGXDJXuSIADu2-2x_efC6QkOV18AdVig79hHZdu6V7MYId427CZoJbszrzyltTUNJDhbnL2eUAmFiBkx-Y/s400/column+1+001.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
If you're reading this Melissa, recognize that picture? : ) I still owe you for being fabulous.<br />
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It's a very rewarding job but very challenging at the same time. People come in and out of Diana's office all day long. She told me that last year alone she had 94 new clients. That 94 more people who have somehow been abused, mistreated, or misused, usually by someone that "loves" them. I went to a conference hosted by the Montana Coalition Against Sexual and Domestic Violence this past week. Organizations from all over the state who work with victims were in attendance. I guess I never realized just how much it happens. I knew that people were hurt by others but knowing a state with less than a million people has such a demand for these services seems a bit overwhelming. From what I understand, domestic violence is often worse in rural settings, but obviously can and does happen to people from all over with varied backgrounds and ethnicities. I intend to add a tab to the top of this blog to add resources on the subject as I come across them.<br />
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This is why I am here. Not because I know anything about domestic violence, or violence of any kind for that matter. But because I know blessings. I want to help to be a blessing to someone who might just need a smile. Who needs to know someone cares about them and is working to make their life better. One of my jobs is to try to enlist volunteers from the community to help with community awareness projects. That has been an uphill climb so far and I still have a long way to go but I think I understand it better now at least. Before, I thought community awareness was about opening eyes the the fact that others are hurting. Now I see that it's also about letting those who are hurting know that they are not alone, and someone just might be able to help them. I would ask each of you who read this to say a little prayer when you think about it for those who are suffering, for those who are trapped, and for those who fear they will be found after they leave. I know I can't fix the world, especially not in a year. But I've seen prayer and hard work accomplish an awful lot.<br />
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Through it all one thing is certain to me, God does not forsake His children.Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-65720439050191969802011-08-02T15:56:00.003-07:002011-08-23T08:39:04.442-07:00Home, Sweet, Temporary HomeAfter Pre-Service Orientation, I made my way down to Deer Lodge which was about an hour away from Helena. Ethel did not enjoy going up the mountain. The speed limit is 70 and she did not want to pass 50. I can't blame her though. I don't know how fast I would be moving 6,300 miles above sea level. I've noticed the altitude has definitely effected me in different ways. I get tired quickly, or run out of breath way easier than I'm accustomed to. At first I thought to myself, "Poop. Four days in the car and I lose all of this muscle mass..." I was pretty happy to find out that altitude does that to just about everyone.<br />
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Now for the good stuff: the new apartment. It's very Mary Tyler Moore. It was described to me as a one bedroom but it's really more of a modified studio. There is one major room that is divided by a wall and a set of French doors. Then I have a kitchen, where the bottom shelf (physical piece of wood, not the items on the shelf) is eye level. I bought a step ladder so I can get to my food. The bathroom has this antique claw foot tub with curtains that go all the way around it. Keeping the tub from leaking has been an interesting challenge so far. I think I've finally figured out how to make a little curtain forcefield... The closet it the best part, in my opinion. It's massive. It's almost the same size as my kitchen, no joke. The hardwood floor is super creaky. So much so that I've taken masking tape and marked the loudest areas so I can try to avoid them, especially at night. I don't mind the creaks though. My imagination likes to make up stories about all the people who must have walked over those boards before me. It's not perfect, but it's home. I have a little craft nook in the corner, which is clearly all I need to survive.<br />
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Mom sent my sewing machine up! Now I can have curtains and other such linens. I'm thinking the curtains will be helpful in blocking out the morning cold. Yes. You read correctly. It's already cold in the mornings here. Usually it stays somewhere in the high 40's/50's until about 10 or so in the morning. In August. Guess when the first frost is supposed to come? Go ahead, guess... THE END OF THIS MONTH.<br />
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Just to reiterate: The end of August = normal time for the first frost<br />
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If you can't tell, I was a little flabbergasted to say the least when someone told me this. They don't have winter clothes out yet at the cute thrift store in town so I haven't gotten a coat. I have a cute little pea coat my trendy Gram gave me for Christmas a little while back. I was told that would last me until November. At least by then cold weather clothes will be out so I can be prepared for the rest of the winter. I'm pretty sure my eyes bugged out of my head a bit when my supervisor said the peacoat would last until November, considering that it doesn't start becoming consistently chilly in Florida until November. The really good thing about the different area though is how long the sun is out. It doesn't get dark until well after 10pm. I've been told the long days reverse themselves drastically in the winter. I choose not to worry about that until I have to.<br />
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My every need is definitely in God's hands and I want for nothing. The small AmeriCorps stipend seems to stretch to whatever I need so far. The support I've received from friends and family back in Florida has definitely made it easier to adjust. I have the cards that have been sent on a cupboard in my kitchen so I can look at them whenever I need a smile. <br />
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It's not going to be an easy year, but I know it will be a blessed year.<br />
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PS. I promise to put up pictures as soon as I've taken care of the pile of boxes in the corner of my apartment... Recycling is hard here y'all!<br />
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Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-55681879180303146082011-07-20T16:44:00.000-07:002011-07-27T16:55:14.241-07:00The Odyssey<style>
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<div class="MsoNormal">It took 4 days and a lot of hours but eventually I made it Montana! And somewhat in one piece to boot. A new member joined the traveling crew: Dee the Garmin. She saved me from my own HORRIBLE sense of direction. She was actually a present given to me by some wonderful friends. Do you know anyone that seems to have been created with the specific purpose of being an example of God’s love? I am so thankful that I do. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
It was an amazing experience to see so much of the country in such a short amount of time. The beauty and range of God’s creation is a bit overwhelming. I wish I had been able to leave a bit earlier so I could stop at times to really take it all in and spend more time with the friends I visited along the way. One night was definitely not enough. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"> I played a game with myself where I summarized my experience in each state to one sentence or less so I could remember what I thought of it. Sure, at times I had all sorts of poetic descriptions going through my head of the beauty and majesty (and other times all sorts of angry rants of frustration) but the rule was one sentence. Extra points if I could do it in one word. I had to entertain myself somehow! Here is what I came up with:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Florida – wide variations</div><div class="MsoNormal">Alabama – beautiful trees, smelled like pancakes</div><div class="MsoNormal">Mississippi – smelled like someone left those pancakes out for a while</div><div class="MsoNormal">Tennessee – the land of expensive gas</div><div class="MsoNormal">Arkansas – corn</div><div class="MsoNormal">Missouri – long</div><div class="MsoNormal">Kansas – beautiful rolling hills and huge prairies</div><div class="MsoNormal">Colorado - green</div><div class="MsoNormal">Wyoming – Silhouettes (Someone had made these black silhouettes of very western things, like a cowboy riding a horse or a buffalo, and placed them on top of bluffs and such. Seeing those makes you think for a while that you’re witnessing a real cowboy who rode his horse to the edge. It’s not until you get right on it that you realize it’s fake. It’s pretty cool. P.S. This is an explanation and not in a description, so not only am I within the sentence rule, but get extra points for one word.)</div><div class="MsoNormal">Montana – mountains everywhere </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So there you have it. The trip in a nutshell. Except the craziness of the last day…</div><span style="font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;"><br />
I stopped to get gas at some little town in Wyoming after not having seen another station for almost 2 hours. I got back in, thinking Ethel and I were both refreshed, when suddenly my check engine light came on. In my past experience, anytime my check engine light has come on it’s been a major, expensive repair. My heart sunk. No, Ethel! I did what any reasonable person does whenever a car has any slight issue: I called my Dad. Not sure what I expected him to do for me from 2000 miles away, but it seemed like the only logical thing to do. Then, I took Ethel to the service station that was fortunately just the next exit away. The mechanic checked her out for free and told me it was my internal computer, something I had just replaced already not even a year ago. After weighing all my options and making some other plans, I finally had the most manageable solution. I would continue to drive Ethel the 600 niles to Helena and drop her off at the dealership there so she could be repaired while I was at orientation. The mechanic couldn’t tell me for sure if Ethel would be able to make it the whole way or not, but that was really my only choice. I was terrified. 600 miles to go with hours between cities in a place I didn’t know anything or anyone. <br />
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The warranty issue was something else all together. I was 2 days under the year warranty but 1,500 miles over the 12,000 mile limit (basically, that trip). I’d like to say that I held my cool and calmly explained my reasons why this was unexceptable… But I won’t lie, I threw a fit. A hissy fit. And it worked for the most part. I’m not proud, but it went from an $800 repair to a $200 deductible. The Helena dealership was very nice in helping me, and the service center in Douglas, Wyoming didn’t charge me a thing after helping me for over an hour and a half. I made it, my new friend Jared (the Vista who served in my same position last year) picked me up and got me to the hotel, and Ethel was fixed by Thursday afternoon. <br />
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It took me a while to figure it out, but as my sister reassured me, there must be a lesson in this. It dawned on me finally that I’m not going to be able to do anything this year without trusting God. I can’t even get to Montana without riding on the backs of prayers rising up from all over the country. This year is not about what I am able to do, or how I am able to help people, it’s about being 100% willing to be a vessel to God. Because without him I’m stuck, unable to move forward… <br />
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</span>Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-88249155974115024332011-07-14T22:08:00.000-07:002011-07-14T22:08:52.410-07:00The Night Before The Night Before.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Yh2KaEfuibFwMx1aRxDga4Vju-jHH4Wjb-f5lhl1HPyG0Yk6aBdh7qkW8EWrIWlZDTLfHgjNDGQrDNWqL5fhZn3l7zVxK5a-bI9hAlUMF0jfRTpSmvQfFKK7k-KC3iB-q4mFSeJ2fgU/s1600/100_2100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Yh2KaEfuibFwMx1aRxDga4Vju-jHH4Wjb-f5lhl1HPyG0Yk6aBdh7qkW8EWrIWlZDTLfHgjNDGQrDNWqL5fhZn3l7zVxK5a-bI9hAlUMF0jfRTpSmvQfFKK7k-KC3iB-q4mFSeJ2fgU/s320/100_2100.JPG" width="320" /></a>I've had an awesome time visiting family and friends in The Burg. I didn't get to see everyone I would have like to, but that always seems to happen. Mom and Dad threw a shindig over at the house for a church members and old family friends. Sarah, my best friend since I can remember, and I took a day to goof off in Orlando at Disney quest. As you can tell from the picture, we are very grown up. A trip to Ft. DeSoto Beach with my sister, Brenda, and our friend Mary rounded out my time in Florida. <br />
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I'm still packing. I don't know how. I mean, I packed everything up in Pensacola and moved it down here so you'd think it would be packed, right? WRONG. When I saw how much stuff there was in both cars I knew I would have to spend way more time downsizing. I also realized that a year is not a very long time in the grand scheme of things and there are a lot of items I can probably live just fine without. Craft stuff, yet again, seems to be the only area I can't bring myself to compromise. My trip is pretty much all in order. I'm stoked that I'm staying with old friends I haven't seen in forever at each stop along the way. Ethel got a clean bill of health, and my car storage system is going to arrive tomorrow, and I went to the record store and loaded up on a bunch of used cd's to entertain myself. There is nothing to it but to do it. <br />
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I told a friend of mine today that I'm getting excited so I don't have time to get sad. I've said goodbye to the many people I love in Pensacola and now it's time to say "so long" to the loved ones of St. Petersburg. Tonight, I went to tuck my Mom in (It's a thing my parents do. When one of them goes to bed, they announce it to all those left awake to see if anyone would like to stop whatever it is they are doing and go into the room to wish them good night. It's pretty sweet). While I was laying next to her, just relaxing for a minute, she showed me a journal in which she's been writing about spending time at her Aunt Honey's house when she was younger. Aunt Honey just recently passed away. In the book Mom states that she doesn't want to forget all the memories she made there. I volunteered to read it to her while she was falling asleep. We ended up reading through the whole thing. It was neat to hear about Mom getting in trouble for only picking the biggest blueberries, or how the bird named Joe would trick everyone into thinking the phone was ringing. <br />
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Mom packed up everything and moved to Florida from Ohio when she was 18 years old. Obviously she liked it or she wouldn't still be around. She took a risk. She made a choice. And she's never looked back. That doesn't mean she loved the people she left behind any less. To me, it means she knew she was loved so strongly that love would follow her wherever she went. That's what I'm trying to remind myself. Saying goodbye is not a rejection, it's a projection out into the world of all the love that I've been shown. I take with me every kind word, thoughtful action, and loving deed that so many have bestowed upon me. The bonds of love are tighter than the ropes of proximity. <br />
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As the song says, "This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine..."Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8875821481623789485.post-30897578741269505102011-07-05T22:33:00.000-07:002011-07-05T22:40:41.548-07:00It's just the beginning...Everything from Pensacola has been packed up and hauled across the state of Florida back home. It took 2 cars, a generous friend offering to store a few things, a helpful roommate, a determined mother and sister, and a lot of tearful goodbyes, but we made it. Ethel was packed almost to capacity. She has to get used to it before we head off to Montana! I have no idea how to fit everything I'll need for a year into one carload so I'm looking into a car rooftop storage option. Maybe from roofbags.com -- thoughts or suggestions?<br />
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I need to figure out some sort of packing system <i>OR</i> have a small accident that leaves the crafty part of my brain compromised. It seemed like craft supplies, or things that I think could be used to make something crafty, or crafty items I've made took up at least a third of the space traveling back home. Its a symptom of my disease which renders me incapable of leaving anything plain. What is this disease you ask? Creativity. I've heard some cases may be fatal. <br />
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Which brings me to my next thought... AmeriCorps was the perfect opportunity for me to indulge my idealist nature and utilize my newly earned college degree (woot for education). My assignment is working to improve community awareness about domestic violence and also to research and write grants to fund a transitional home for people in dangerous living situations. I'm becoming increasingly aware of how ill-prepared I am for this task. I know NOTHING about domestic violence. My degree is in theater (another side-effect of my disease) and I have minors in history and religious studies. I have no formal experience in grant writing. Most of my developed skills revolve around using all those little crafty stowaways. Not to mention the fact that I was born into a lovely home with blessings aplenty and two parents who have always loved and cared for my sister and I, as well as each other. I'm niave, I know. And I'm grateful for that in many ways. But now it's time to open my eyes to help this world that God made, and humans made imperfect.<br />
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God does not call us because we are perfect for the task, or the most experienced, or even the most skilled. He calls us because it is according to his will and purpose. He doesn't need us to be perfect, he needs us to be willing. So here I am! Send me! Ethel and I will be ready for the journey soon enough... <br />
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10 days until the voyage begins.Sheilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04722841307525226235noreply@blogger.com0