Saturday, February 21, 2009

Oh great light of the world, fill up my soul... The light of your grace, to fill up my heart

Another week...come and gone.

So I scored a goal on Tuesday! It was for my league in Canton. I was excited because my days of goal scoring have been a forgotten past time. I practically had to plow the keeper over to score but it counts all the same. We won 6-5. On Wednesday, I had Rush training with my girls. I didn't have anything planned but it ended up being one of the best sessions of the indoor season. I started the girls out with little instruction and waited for them to figure out the tricks of the drill on their own. That didn't happen. I wasn't that surprised. So, I stopped the drill and asked them what would help. They made some good points but not exactly what I was looking for. So I told them. I started the drill. They did what I told them. Success! It is so encouraging when you see improvement! Thursday was indoor in Lansing. We won 7-3. Friday was the Championship. My parents even came to watch (they are still super fans - even for indoor). We lost 5-4. Almost an undefeated season, but not quite. It was really dumb how we lost but that is a rant that I don't want to get into at the moment. Stupid Team Summit. 

Jen and I made a mega batch of applesauce this week. Let's just say we are becoming experts and who knows maybe we'll be a household name someday. Look for us and our products in your local grocery store. 

Let's see... for those of you who do not know. I am taking Violin lessons with the Jackson Symphony Orchestra. My teacher's name is Clyde. He's a fun guy and he's very patient with my squeaks and imperfections. I feel so elementary sometimes because when I am packing up from my lesson, Clyde asks the student that comes in after me "So are we going to be playing Bach or Mozart today?" This week I am working on staccato music which is a lot harder on the violin than say the piano and trumpet which I have played before. Clyde is also teaching me a stroke called "stick on the hair" which when it is not done right can produce one of the most horrific sounds I've ever heard. But it's coming... Johann will have to wait for now but I have "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" down pat. 

Two little boys came in with their dad this week to the flower shop. I would have to say around ages 5 and 3. Their mom had been away on a trip and it had been just the guys at home for the past few days. Well, mom was coming home and dad had brought the boys in to pick out some fresh flowers for her return. I walked over to the front coolers to help them. The dad kindly instructed the boys to tell "the nice lady" (I hate being called "lady") what flowers they wanted to get for mom. The youngest walked over to a nearby table and picked up a hideous bunch of purple and white silk flowers and proudly said, "I want this one!" Dad redirected and reminded him that the real flowers were in the refrigerators. The eldest pointed to the yellow mums sitting in the back corner and the youngest quickly followed the example of his older brother and said he wanted the same. I knelt down to their level and pointed out some pretty purple flowers to go with their choices. The oldest responded with "Ewww" but I won over the youngest so I figured 1 out of 2 ain't bad. I took the flowers to the front to wrap them up all pretty while the boys took off in the store like it was playland at McDonalds. The highlight of their trip was when they found the fish pond in the back. They came running up to tell their dad about their discovery. The youngest looked at me and asked what their names were. I said that they didn't have names and that he could name them. Oh man, it was like I gave the child a million dollars as he ran back to tell his brother that they were the ones who were in charge of naming the fish. When they finally returned to collect their flowers and head home, I asked what they had named the fish.  Between the two of them they came up with Nemos (which could quite possibly be the Spanish version of Nemo), Dorthy, and Sharkface. There you have it... the famous fish of J.Alexander's florist in Jackson, Michigan. It's moments like these that make my job worth it. 

Sunday, February 15, 2009

"If I stand let me stand on the promise you'll pull me through..."

I feel like today is a great day to start my blog. Yes I have been peer-pressured long enough and I have finally decided to give in. 

First of all, this weekend was a crazy madhouse at work! I know that is a little redundant but the extra emphasis is needed. I was an order taking, bucket washing, rose wrapping, flower selling machine. With that, I have a new respect for florists everywhere. I am exhausted. 

On Friday nights I am playing soccer with my awesome team in Lansing. I don't want to sound proud or anything but we dominate. Our name is team Sparbor, get it? Spring Arbor.. but all one word?? Clever, huh? (Here is a little side note.. Dear Paul Johnson, you are amazing at soccer. I love to watch you play. I wish I could be more like you.) Playoffs are next week and I'm really hoping, even though I highly doubt it, that the prize will be a free t-shirt this year. 

My parents and Craig have come down to the past two games and they even brought us cookies! It was like I was back in college again. Eating the various treats from the buffet set up outside the clubhouse.... Leipprandt's cider and donuts, homemade cookies, chocolate cake, mmmm. Anyway, they stayed the night here in lovely Jackson at the Comfort Inn (my dad loves it there especially because of the SAU discount). They spent the afternoon shopping around town waiting for me to get out of work and then we went out to dinner at the Jumbo Buffet. They did this really cool thing for Valentines Day where they handed out a valentine to every table. Some were winners and some were not. Craig opened ours. We received a Barbie valentine with a message "Happy Valentines Day!" Losers. Even though we didn't hit the jackpot, it was really great to see my family. At the conclusion of our meal, the grand finale of all asian meals, we shared our fortunes. Craig's advised him to talk to relatives who were at a distance and encouraged him to "share his news." Dad's said his lucky number was 7 (really? they couldn't come up with anything better than that?). Eric's was really creepy and said someone was watching him from a distance. I forget what my mom's said and mine said that I would find success working in the medical field... whoops, missed that memo. 

Finally, it is Sunday. My alarm went off and I quickly silenced it.... this was repeated 3 more times which made it 9:22am. I had to leave my apartment at 5 minutes to 10. No shower for me this morning! I see no problem with this because... 
1. Customers on Sundays come as frequently as Haley's comet. 
2. I spend most of the day cleaning the store. 
3. Sleep is way more valuable than my appearance. 
4. I lack motivation when getting ready for work on Sundays. I would much rather be getting ready for church. I've decided that whatever job I have after I leave here, I will ask for Sundays (at least mornings) off. It throws my whole week off.
I thought there would be a lot more to clean at work today but it wasn't all that bad. Even though I don't like working on Sundays, I do have to admit it is kind of nice to be at the shop by myself. I can clean at my own pace and I can listen to my iPod all day. I spend a lot of time thinking on days like this... which can be good and can be bad. Today was one of those bad days. So, I couldn't wait to get home because Di had asked me to go to Barnes and Noble with her AND we were going to eat at Chipotle! I was excited to get away. Little did I know...

I got home and I was a little emotional from the day and I was a little annoyed because all of the parking spots were taken in front of our apartment. Before I started my ascent up the stairs I hear Di calling to me saying that I needed to come upstairs because she needed to show me something. I was expecting a funny utube video, but when I went upstairs I found out that all those cars outside belonged to Ang, Karianne, Shari, & Jen! They all came over to surprise me for a Valentines treat. I was so excited, surprised, and overwhelmed that I started crying. I really love my friends and it really meant the world to see all of them. I felt so loved and taken care of. We all went out to Olive Garden for amazing food and some very entertaining conversation. It wouldn't be an outing if we didn't talk about bowel movements, Karianne's dad's unfortunate injuries or ridiculous high school memories. After dinner we crammed into Di's car and took a pit stop at Target before heading back to the apartment. We sat around and talked for the remainder of the evening and we even got a free speech lesson from Shari! Speech Pathology is so interesting! 

Once again, I can't thank all of you enough for the support you have given me. You guys are awesome and I am truly blessed. 
Di- Thanks for sneaking behind my back, lying to me and planning a wonderful day!

"I thank my God through Jesus Christ for all of you..." Romans 1:8