I figured the world should know. Ever heard of a sniggler? Neither had I. But then I read Good Masters! Sweet Ladies! Voices from a Medieval Village, and I met Nellie the sniggler who spent her days sniggling for the nuns to earn her family some income.
So, what is a sniggler? (*Giggle!*) To sniggle means....well, now, that'd be much too easy--your eyes might jump down and see the answer before you've read the rest. That would be very disappointing. Thus, I shall make you find it yourself, but first, I'll give you a clue: I am a snig. And chances are, if we're related, you might be, too!
:)
*Giggle, giggle, giggle*
Alright, just click this link to find how to sniggle:)
Definition of sniggle.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Clumsy me...
I forgot--I also wanted to post these lyrics and the link to the song. It's by a girl I knew in high school, though not very well. I have found it particularly inspiring as of late, and I thought it worth sharing. I've loved this song since it first appeared on Amanda's Myspace. I made a transcript of the lyrics, cuz the ones on the myspace page are incomplete.
When You Rise
by Amanda DuFord
Can I tell you you're amazing, as you stand through suffering
Clinging to the Father when all other hope is gone
Can I see you lift your head up, raise your hands, surrender all
Your remedies forgotten, self-inflicted lies no more
An heir to the Kingdom
In victory you stand
Loved by your Maker
Do you know, how much you're worth?
Do you know, the lives you will touch?
When you fall, it's okay to cry
But when you rise,
He's mighty at your side
Do you know you hold the power, of the One who raised the dead?
When strongholds keep you binded, He'll destroy them all instead
Do you realize He knows you, and He makes no mistakes
The future He holds for you, He already knows your days
An heir to the Kingdom
In victory you stand
And loved by your Maker
And do you know, how much you're worth?
Do you know, the lives you will touch?
And when you fall, it's okay to cry
But when you rise,
He's mighty at your side
And there is joy for the hopeless,
Grace for the fallen,
And peace for the fearful,
And a love that overwhelms
There is joy for the hopeless,
Grace for the fallen,
And peace for the fearful,
And a love that overwhelms
And do you know, how much you're worth?
Do you know, the lives you will touch?
And when you fall, it's okay to cry
But when you rise,
He's mighty at your side
Do you know?
Ohhh, when you rise
And when you fall
It's okay to cry
But when you rise He's mighty at your side
(Harmonizing)
Do you know/An heir to the kingdom
In victory you stand/Do you know
Loved by your Maker
Loved by your Maker/When you rise
When you rise
When you rise
When You Rise
by Amanda DuFord
Can I tell you you're amazing, as you stand through suffering
Clinging to the Father when all other hope is gone
Can I see you lift your head up, raise your hands, surrender all
Your remedies forgotten, self-inflicted lies no more
An heir to the Kingdom
In victory you stand
Loved by your Maker
Do you know, how much you're worth?
Do you know, the lives you will touch?
When you fall, it's okay to cry
But when you rise,
He's mighty at your side
Do you know you hold the power, of the One who raised the dead?
When strongholds keep you binded, He'll destroy them all instead
Do you realize He knows you, and He makes no mistakes
The future He holds for you, He already knows your days
An heir to the Kingdom
In victory you stand
And loved by your Maker
And do you know, how much you're worth?
Do you know, the lives you will touch?
And when you fall, it's okay to cry
But when you rise,
He's mighty at your side
And there is joy for the hopeless,
Grace for the fallen,
And peace for the fearful,
And a love that overwhelms
There is joy for the hopeless,
Grace for the fallen,
And peace for the fearful,
And a love that overwhelms
And do you know, how much you're worth?
Do you know, the lives you will touch?
And when you fall, it's okay to cry
But when you rise,
He's mighty at your side
Do you know?
Ohhh, when you rise
And when you fall
It's okay to cry
But when you rise He's mighty at your side
(Harmonizing)
Do you know/An heir to the kingdom
In victory you stand/Do you know
Loved by your Maker
Loved by your Maker/When you rise
When you rise
When you rise
Hmmm.
A new post is easier than editing. I don't know how I posted the previous one, but somehow it happened. Pretty sure I just pressed enter--a little confused at the moment. Anyway.
Today:
School happened. Finishing touches on my lesson plan for tomorrow, met with my supervisor, was involved in what felt like all kinds of chaos. I feel so sorry for new kids. They need constant attention and explanation of what the rest of the kids have been figuring out and told for the last two weeks. We're already flying through work at warp speed, and they don't understand what's going on. But I also feel sorry for the teachers, cuz suddenly--2 weeks into the quarter--everything just got more complicated and people are confused, whereas the day before things were flowing much more smoothly. GAH!
Alternate jobs: hopefully I'll be writing about the hundreds of jobs I could and would like to be doing that may or may not relate to my degree. But all in good time. Don't automatically assume I won't be a teacher, but don't automatically assume I will be. I've been frustrated lately by people saying, "What!?!?!?! You might not be a teacher?!?!?!?" Please bear in mind that I NEVER wanted to be a teacher to begin with. I chose a major in high school because I had to choose a major (and at that point I chose English teacher, not elem. ed). It's just what you do when you're a middle class high schooler. But all I've really ever wanted to do is get married, have children, and be a stay-at-home mama, cuz a) I really want to and b) I think that's the best thing I can do for my kids. I wish my mom wouldn't have had to work. I liked her pre-working days better. But that's another REALLY LONG story. Just don't judge me too much, okay?
Today:
After school, I dropped off books at the library, walked over to Wray's to check out some produce, skipped on down to Inklings to browse for a certain series and came away with a used copy of My Father's Dragon (for $1.50!), ran back to the library for a movie, drove over to Safeway for Pain Francais, and came home.
At home, I tried an absolutely delectable treat: a hunk of French bread with a French truffle in the middle, heated in the microwave for 10 seconds:)! It was soooo delicious, and I got the idea from Molly Wizenberg's book A Homemade Life: Stories from My Kitchen Table. She writes the blog Orangette, in case you're wondering:).
Much more has happened since, but I must get ready for bed. I'm teaching a lesson first thing in the morning, and I need a good rest before that!
Fare well and luvs,
~jee
Today:
School happened. Finishing touches on my lesson plan for tomorrow, met with my supervisor, was involved in what felt like all kinds of chaos. I feel so sorry for new kids. They need constant attention and explanation of what the rest of the kids have been figuring out and told for the last two weeks. We're already flying through work at warp speed, and they don't understand what's going on. But I also feel sorry for the teachers, cuz suddenly--2 weeks into the quarter--everything just got more complicated and people are confused, whereas the day before things were flowing much more smoothly. GAH!
Alternate jobs: hopefully I'll be writing about the hundreds of jobs I could and would like to be doing that may or may not relate to my degree. But all in good time. Don't automatically assume I won't be a teacher, but don't automatically assume I will be. I've been frustrated lately by people saying, "What!?!?!?! You might not be a teacher?!?!?!?" Please bear in mind that I NEVER wanted to be a teacher to begin with. I chose a major in high school because I had to choose a major (and at that point I chose English teacher, not elem. ed). It's just what you do when you're a middle class high schooler. But all I've really ever wanted to do is get married, have children, and be a stay-at-home mama, cuz a) I really want to and b) I think that's the best thing I can do for my kids. I wish my mom wouldn't have had to work. I liked her pre-working days better. But that's another REALLY LONG story. Just don't judge me too much, okay?
Today:
After school, I dropped off books at the library, walked over to Wray's to check out some produce, skipped on down to Inklings to browse for a certain series and came away with a used copy of My Father's Dragon (for $1.50!), ran back to the library for a movie, drove over to Safeway for Pain Francais, and came home.
At home, I tried an absolutely delectable treat: a hunk of French bread with a French truffle in the middle, heated in the microwave for 10 seconds:)! It was soooo delicious, and I got the idea from Molly Wizenberg's book A Homemade Life: Stories from My Kitchen Table. She writes the blog Orangette, in case you're wondering:).
Much more has happened since, but I must get ready for bed. I'm teaching a lesson first thing in the morning, and I need a good rest before that!
Fare well and luvs,
~jee
Hi.
As it says above: Hi. When I envisioned myself blogging tonight, I somehow pictured a much earlier blog. I'd also pictured myself getting a few more things done tonight. But I didn't, and I haven't, and it's okay.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Hiya!
Hey, all. Obviously I've been gone awhile. Well, a combination of gone and distracted. Here are the month's activities:
July 23 was my last day of work. Had to quit or I wasn't allowed to go to Crater Lake with my family. I'd never expected cherries to go so long (they've NEVER gone this long, actually, my friend Kit who works there said), so it really wasn't any loss. I was worn-out, tired, and ready-to-be-done.
July 24-28 my family went to Crater Lake, and Nathaniel met us there on the Saturday. It was action-packed and fun but rather exhausting all the same. Beautiful and worth it, though:) Highly recommended.
July 29 my brother and I ran errands and visited our grandparents. (Another busy day...)
July 30-31 I babysat up at Camp Ghormley. Really fun but really trying, too. The girls were hard the first day but really great the second, so that was nice. It's hard to be patient with children when you feel as though you haven't stopped moving for over a month.
August 1st I was supposed to go hiking with my dad and brother and some other wonderful relatives. Unfortunately, my stomach had been turmoil-ous since Thursday night, so I stayed home. Which was good but a little bit sad:(
August 4-5 (I think it was those days...) I had jury duty. Sat in a pool of a little over 100 (maybe 106?) but wasn't selected.
August 6 I did nothing but read Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. In some cases that would be acceptable, even good after so much mayhem, but by the end of the day I felt quite sluggish, lazy and good-for-nothing. I recommend interspersing your less productive activities with productivity, in general.
August 7 I don't remember much. Oh, no--I do. We went to my aunt and uncle's for dinner, along with other wonderful relatives (of which I have a lot:). It involved homemade ice cream and fresh marionberries:)
August 8 we had people over for dinner: the "right Reverend" Ronald Jones + some of those same relatives. Mr. Jones and his wife were missionaries to the Philippines supported by our church for a long time, and then they moved back here and attended our church until they moved to Palmer, Alaska. We haven't seen much of them since, so it was nice to have a visit:)
August 9, Megan and I skipped church (*gasp*) and went to Maryhill Museum, primarily to see the Ansel Adams exhibit. However, we also met a lovely sculpture garden, multiple gorgeous peacocks (one of which stole a complete half of Megan's bagel--with cream cheese on it--after she so unwisely attracted individuals with her bagel crumbs...and, hilariously, the crumbs came from the half she hadn't been planning to eat, and they stole the whole half she had been planning to eat. So she was left with less than 1/2 a bagel). The rest of the museum was also impressive and amazing. I'd only been there once before, and we were rather young then. (Meg doesn't recall the previous visit at all.) I'd need a few more days visiting before I'd be quite satisfied, too--I want to read about every single peice of art there, not just look at them. But Meg was done longggg before I was, as she really didn't care about a whole lot beyond the Ansel Adams exhibit. Alas. Ah--also, fear not! We did attend church at night on our way home:)
August 10-11 I've been selected for a different jury, so I sat through the pool and was selected yesterday and today saw the initial stages of the case. I'm not allowed to talk about it until it's all over, so as not to be swayed in any way by bias. It's a fascinating process, and I think it's a really good experience. Besides, I get $10/day, which is a lot more than nothing, and I get to read my book a lot, because the court recesses a lot. It seems we do 15 or so minutes in and then are gone for 15 or 30 or 60 minutes. We DEFINITELY spent more time OUT of the courtroom today than in, but this is on account that the judge and attornies have much to do that doesn't involve the jury. Like I said, fascinating!
I've also house-sat one night and mowed my grandparents lawn twice. God never fails to give me a source of income when I need it!
God is very good. I feel like I've been crabby and, excuse me if you are offended, but there's not a better word I can think of, bitchy a lot this summer, and I suppose there are a variety of factors that go into that. But God is still good and loving and ready to help me move forward instead of backward.
Right now I have a purring kitten on my lap. I did nothing to make her purr except drop her into my lap. Amazing, isn't it?!? Animals are an incredible demonstration of the way God loves us--wholeheartedly and without regret. And ALWAYS. Cool, huh?
~Soli Deo gloria.
July 23 was my last day of work. Had to quit or I wasn't allowed to go to Crater Lake with my family. I'd never expected cherries to go so long (they've NEVER gone this long, actually, my friend Kit who works there said), so it really wasn't any loss. I was worn-out, tired, and ready-to-be-done.
July 24-28 my family went to Crater Lake, and Nathaniel met us there on the Saturday. It was action-packed and fun but rather exhausting all the same. Beautiful and worth it, though:) Highly recommended.
July 29 my brother and I ran errands and visited our grandparents. (Another busy day...)
July 30-31 I babysat up at Camp Ghormley. Really fun but really trying, too. The girls were hard the first day but really great the second, so that was nice. It's hard to be patient with children when you feel as though you haven't stopped moving for over a month.
August 1st I was supposed to go hiking with my dad and brother and some other wonderful relatives. Unfortunately, my stomach had been turmoil-ous since Thursday night, so I stayed home. Which was good but a little bit sad:(
August 4-5 (I think it was those days...) I had jury duty. Sat in a pool of a little over 100 (maybe 106?) but wasn't selected.
August 6 I did nothing but read Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. In some cases that would be acceptable, even good after so much mayhem, but by the end of the day I felt quite sluggish, lazy and good-for-nothing. I recommend interspersing your less productive activities with productivity, in general.
August 7 I don't remember much. Oh, no--I do. We went to my aunt and uncle's for dinner, along with other wonderful relatives (of which I have a lot:). It involved homemade ice cream and fresh marionberries:)
August 8 we had people over for dinner: the "right Reverend" Ronald Jones + some of those same relatives. Mr. Jones and his wife were missionaries to the Philippines supported by our church for a long time, and then they moved back here and attended our church until they moved to Palmer, Alaska. We haven't seen much of them since, so it was nice to have a visit:)
August 9, Megan and I skipped church (*gasp*) and went to Maryhill Museum, primarily to see the Ansel Adams exhibit. However, we also met a lovely sculpture garden, multiple gorgeous peacocks (one of which stole a complete half of Megan's bagel--with cream cheese on it--after she so unwisely attracted individuals with her bagel crumbs...and, hilariously, the crumbs came from the half she hadn't been planning to eat, and they stole the whole half she had been planning to eat. So she was left with less than 1/2 a bagel). The rest of the museum was also impressive and amazing. I'd only been there once before, and we were rather young then. (Meg doesn't recall the previous visit at all.) I'd need a few more days visiting before I'd be quite satisfied, too--I want to read about every single peice of art there, not just look at them. But Meg was done longggg before I was, as she really didn't care about a whole lot beyond the Ansel Adams exhibit. Alas. Ah--also, fear not! We did attend church at night on our way home:)
August 10-11 I've been selected for a different jury, so I sat through the pool and was selected yesterday and today saw the initial stages of the case. I'm not allowed to talk about it until it's all over, so as not to be swayed in any way by bias. It's a fascinating process, and I think it's a really good experience. Besides, I get $10/day, which is a lot more than nothing, and I get to read my book a lot, because the court recesses a lot. It seems we do 15 or so minutes in and then are gone for 15 or 30 or 60 minutes. We DEFINITELY spent more time OUT of the courtroom today than in, but this is on account that the judge and attornies have much to do that doesn't involve the jury. Like I said, fascinating!
I've also house-sat one night and mowed my grandparents lawn twice. God never fails to give me a source of income when I need it!
God is very good. I feel like I've been crabby and, excuse me if you are offended, but there's not a better word I can think of, bitchy a lot this summer, and I suppose there are a variety of factors that go into that. But God is still good and loving and ready to help me move forward instead of backward.
Right now I have a purring kitten on my lap. I did nothing to make her purr except drop her into my lap. Amazing, isn't it?!? Animals are an incredible demonstration of the way God loves us--wholeheartedly and without regret. And ALWAYS. Cool, huh?
~Soli Deo gloria.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
26 Days
Hi. I worked 26 days straight. The last 13 of those were 10- or 10.5-hour days except the 13th day, which was an 8-hr day. This is not a highly recommended way of doing things, but here I am, still alive. Day off today was spent reading a book, helping make food and clean house for family coming over tonight, cutting flowers to put into vases, playing with a happy little kitten, contemplating the changes to be made to me abode now that Julianna has moved out, eating dinner with extended family present, washing dishes, eating dessert [Yakiman cobbler--sooo good! Yakimans are a cross between apricots and peaches, in case you didn't know--most people don't:)], talking with said family members, drying dishes Megan was watching while sharing the ipod:), and listening to selected pieces of the Moulin Rouge soundtrack:). It's been quite a day, and I am definitely tired. I hope cherries are over realllly soon, for good, cuz I feel exhausted from this job. But I still need money, too. Bleh:P.
Anyway, that's the update--thought you deserved something of one.
Farewell, all:)
jee
*AHEM:* This is an amendment: My mother told me that Yakimans are a cross between peaches and apricots, as stated above; however, my father told me they are actually a cross between apricots and nectarines. I give him more credence, as he is the one who grew up at the house with the Yakiman tree. I also learned from him that they are so-named because someone from Yakima first crossed them, and the reason my grandparents have this old tree is because they live in what used to be a farmhouse over an orchard. Who'd o' thunk it? They live in the middle of town!:D Histoy is cool.
~7:17 on Thursday the 16th of June, 2009
Anyway, that's the update--thought you deserved something of one.
Farewell, all:)
jee
*AHEM:* This is an amendment: My mother told me that Yakimans are a cross between peaches and apricots, as stated above; however, my father told me they are actually a cross between apricots and nectarines. I give him more credence, as he is the one who grew up at the house with the Yakiman tree. I also learned from him that they are so-named because someone from Yakima first crossed them, and the reason my grandparents have this old tree is because they live in what used to be a farmhouse over an orchard. Who'd o' thunk it? They live in the middle of town!:D Histoy is cool.
~7:17 on Thursday the 16th of June, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Cerezas: Update
Hey:)
So, this position has no set hours, which is different from what I originally thought.
Also, I now, since yesterday, have a chair. THANK GOD FOR CHAIRS!!! The soreness has been minimal since then:) Hurray! And I don't imagine I'd appreciate that if I hadn't gone three days chairless.
Looks like this'll be a 7 days a week gig, so overtime is almost certain. So far this week I've got 16 hours, and that's with 5 days to go! Yee-haw:)!
I feel like I do nothing but eat, sleep, and work, but that's OK, I know. I get annoyed at times thinking of all the things I'd like to be doing but can't because I'm working 8 hours/day, then I had the realization that this is what most people do... Well, this is my first job like this, so cut me some slack:) It's a good experiences, one way or the other.
Besides, I am a productive member of society. And I like cherries. And I spend eight hours a day thinking, singing, and thinking and thinking and thinking, plus a little praying, plus a little chatting with my coworkers. It's nice:) Very like vacuuming in some ways: noisy and a lot of solitude. Only with a lot of other people. Does that make sense?
OK, going to bed. Goodbye:)
Oh, sad thing: Megan goes to work before I get up and to bed before I get home:`( So unfortunate.
Other wonderful thing: I will be housesitting for my aunt starting Friday. That = mas dinero--praise Jesus:)!
Nathaniel: I had a dream about you last night. You should ask me about it:)
Okay, bye:)
So, this position has no set hours, which is different from what I originally thought.
Also, I now, since yesterday, have a chair. THANK GOD FOR CHAIRS!!! The soreness has been minimal since then:) Hurray! And I don't imagine I'd appreciate that if I hadn't gone three days chairless.
Looks like this'll be a 7 days a week gig, so overtime is almost certain. So far this week I've got 16 hours, and that's with 5 days to go! Yee-haw:)!
I feel like I do nothing but eat, sleep, and work, but that's OK, I know. I get annoyed at times thinking of all the things I'd like to be doing but can't because I'm working 8 hours/day, then I had the realization that this is what most people do... Well, this is my first job like this, so cut me some slack:) It's a good experiences, one way or the other.
Besides, I am a productive member of society. And I like cherries. And I spend eight hours a day thinking, singing, and thinking and thinking and thinking, plus a little praying, plus a little chatting with my coworkers. It's nice:) Very like vacuuming in some ways: noisy and a lot of solitude. Only with a lot of other people. Does that make sense?
OK, going to bed. Goodbye:)
Oh, sad thing: Megan goes to work before I get up and to bed before I get home:`( So unfortunate.
Other wonderful thing: I will be housesitting for my aunt starting Friday. That = mas dinero--praise Jesus:)!
Nathaniel: I had a dream about you last night. You should ask me about it:)
Okay, bye:)
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