my side of the world this fine tuesday

I went out for hot drinks and dessert at Demetre's tonight with Aimee and Sarah - good times had by all. Always fun to hang out with people you don't know as well, and find friends who love books, non-prudishness, discussing current issues and life as women.

I'm a new addict to Facebook. Apparently, I'm stereotypical. Who knew? *chucklesnervously*

You know how I just said I chuckled? Well, I didn't. I love the internet, you can do anything you want. For example, if you made a group on Facebook that was called "Sky diving Diva's" and posted pictures of people skydiving that could resemble you and learned about skydiving, lots of people from your old highschool would think "wow, that Sarah - she may be an old married, but look at that, she's still that go getter I remember from the days at LCCVI".

Anyways, past that little aside.

I felt better this afternoon, and so got a few things done, like some cleaning. Apparently my Oma (the supercritic) believes that I am an amazing housekeeper/cook/person in general. The only thing that I could improve on is not putting honey in her tea. I found this out from the people she visited after me who reported back on my accomplishments. aha - all that frantic housecleaning and cooking worked!

Ciao all.

humility

I auditioned for a part in the Alumni Choir singing in their Spring Concert. The audition itself was a bit of a freak show, with me trying to sing along to a choir singing German, reading a piece while singing it for the first time. Needless to say, I summarized it by saying, "that was a bit sketchy". However, everyone else had a rough audition as well, so I held on to hope that it would do and that Dr. T would remember my previous years in choir.

... It wasn't to be.

I was, and am disappointed. It felt like a bit of a slap in the face, because my voice is something I always count on. I know I'm not Grammy material, but still. People compliment me on my voice, I'm the lead vocalist of Living Worship, and... I realized I was and am proud.

I pay far too much attention to my own voice. I listen to others too little. I like the way I sound, and I forget the Giver and the reason I sing.

Lord, forgive me.

I still want to sing in choir. I miss it terribly. But for now, I'll rest in the fact that God needed me to be taught a lesson more than He needed me to sing His praises. Maybe the fact that I'm realizing all this is more praise than my half hearted attempts to sing past admiring my own nose (or voice in this case..)

we're here already!?!

One year, baby. It's gone by so quickly, but it's been full and awesome. God is very very good. I guess we're an old married couple now. Anybody want advice? ;)