tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77914482011-07-08T07:47:31.172-06:00Welcome to Kate's Kafe'. Preferably perused while sipping some sort of yummy coffee beverage.Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.comBlogger931100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-21392452334205805252009-07-31T17:14:00.004-06:002009-08-01T20:01:10.717-06:00

Today I feel tired from the hope of someone new. I thought I could carry it, without letting my whole entire being get sucked into the flow of the someday/someone/maybe- today-is-the-day sort of existence. It's fun, and exhausting, and some days, like today, I feel the latter. I have decided, with the help of a good friend, that I need to look at dating, and being open to meeting someone new as

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-16169560984030163292009-06-12T00:43:00.002-06:002009-06-12T00:50:45.110-06:00

As I was driving tonight, smoking a clove, thinking of you, I said these things out loud. And some tears were shed and it felt good. It felt good to tell you the things I miss about you...I miss the way my mouth felt when we kissed.I miss that wood-burning stove smell that I breathed in when I buried my face in your beard. I miss the way you'd rest your hand on my thigh as you drove.My hands at

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-5469092720273316022009-06-11T19:33:00.003-06:002009-06-11T19:44:20.200-06:00

As if there are not enough questions and mysteries and things to scratch your head at. Then, your boyfriend of 5 months says that he is finished. Over. He is walking away...and as he walks away, you swear you can here the planet you had created with him crumble away around him. Buildings are collapsing. The earth is shaking and rumbling. Rocks and tiny mountains are splitting apart and dropping

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-88332067592345918372009-05-31T18:37:00.002-06:002009-05-31T18:46:08.278-06:00

The past month has been a series of misses and near-misses. It has been a true test of my faith and trust in God and People and Life and Love and Goodness. The sun was gone for a while and it rained and we wondered: "How could it rain so much here, in Colorado?" And then the sun came out and it's all green. It's crazy like that. Life is crazy like that. I feel like I have had bad carpet burn.

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-61499593370710317172008-05-26T21:41:00.003-06:002008-05-26T21:49:00.703-06:00

Today I spent the afternoon labeling the books I have been given with my last name: "Ammerman." I wrote my last name about 150 times. I got a lot of books. It was an interesting ritual. There was something really satisfying going through all of my books, preparing them for my 7th graders for next year. I made the comment to my roommate that it felt a little like nesting might. When you are

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-78439516111607844092008-05-07T09:52:00.002-06:002008-05-07T10:04:22.421-06:00

Well, it has been a VERY long time since posting here. I had started writing more 'writing' on my Scroggles site (www.scroggles.com) so if you wanna read some of my writings, they are there, under shetellsall. If not, I thought I'd give an update here on the more practical side of things. Right now, I am relaxing in the knowledge that I have fulfilled all of my requirements for my Teaching

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-62617198360009614052007-09-27T16:34:00.001-06:002007-09-27T16:59:04.426-06:00

Kevin in front, Nic and Paul behind.Okay I could only get one to upload, but there you have it. :-) I am getting to know a really nice guy named Kevin, who actually has this amazing smile. Ironic that he isn't smiling in this picture, but this is his kung fu side ..or something.

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-46580395010153122742007-09-27T16:24:00.000-06:002007-09-27T16:31:06.929-06:00

CIRCUS LOVE I am such a bozo around youThe circus has come to townSo much fun to be with you nowAching and steadfast and wanting youKnowing our time will comeNot now, not now, not ever nowNo it must come in timeIn newness and fullness and goodness of TimeWho draws the curtains and hails in the elephants And sets the high-flight performers to work Caught in the act of creating a

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-52453176963404487632007-09-15T23:50:00.000-06:002007-09-15T23:59:42.836-06:00

I am done trying to pleasesomeone elseSome imagined or real manSomeone who I hope might take me homeI am home. Home inside my jeans and freckles and blond hairAnd tattooed footPierced nose and sun-kissed shouldersI am lovely. I am done. I am in love with myself. And that is all I can do now. I am sick and tired Of looking Of hoping of wanting of waitingTime to fall in love with myselfTo know who

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-74107316610785635042007-09-15T14:07:00.001-06:002007-09-15T14:55:12.540-06:00

As I wrote the title of this blog, I thought about the word DISAPPOINTMENT and I thought how appropriate this word actually is for its meaning. It's like you've been DISSED for an APPOINTMENT...whether it was a promised 'appointment' or even one you hoped for...or even imagined. Staring at the glaringNO VACANCY I press face against glassHoping for a glimpseOf something I want But don't have.Not

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-42193663207897586172007-08-04T10:28:00.000-06:002007-08-04T10:46:12.170-06:00

So I ran into a new friend at my workplace. I was slingin' espresso and she was talking excitedly about this new venture she and her husband have started. They created a website/blog where a few of their friends and other writers could enter their writings. The topics? Creative, newsy, silly, deep, intellectual, whatever they want to write. I was intrigued. While there is a slightly strange

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-67987566287808881472007-07-01T12:04:00.000-06:002007-07-01T12:16:49.699-06:00

Here are some photos of when Mom and Pop were here visiting in May...they drove out in their RV! Pop just retired (congrats, Pop!) so he was REAAALLY relaxed. Naturally, Mom just wanted to get back to her animals, but I think she had some fun too.

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-28936761392977385242007-07-01T11:38:00.000-06:002007-07-01T12:23:14.687-06:00

My dear friend and former roomie Carol got married yesterday!! We had soooo much fun. I wish I had photos of the reception, 'cause we got DOWN!! So much fun to have almost your whole church up on the dance floor, including our pastor and his wife and their kids...it was such a blast. I felt SO blessed to be a part of it and to get to hang out with people I adore for a whole weekend.

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-57158834947704236302007-06-26T21:56:00.000-06:002007-06-26T22:00:44.324-06:00

this is my songshredding mestretching me thinabundantly beautifulbathed in ash and mercybeyond dreams and revelationthis is my songof you and of me and of what will beand what might notthis is my song of the completeand utter chaos this longing has brought me tothis is the song of my brokenmy battered and tornmy heros plundered and scatteredmy dreams dark and deepthese are the treasures i keepbut

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-22407403638326974402007-06-23T13:40:00.000-06:002007-06-23T13:54:40.793-06:00

i wish i could tell you that your eyes looked so blue todaywith that blue checked shirt and that blue-blue hatand you still look handsome even without your beard(you know my weakness for beards)because now your eyes look even clearer and kinderand you look younger and tanner than everi wish i could tell you that i think of you all the timei go to sleep at night with thoughts of your tender

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-14726337832153882702007-06-12T14:32:00.000-06:002007-06-12T15:27:20.257-06:00

Recently I took a ride down a really really steep and fast hill. I am speaking figuratively here, but I swear my heart and my guts didn't know it. They flip flopped and twisted and I swear I was gonna lose it a few times. It felt pretty real to them. This ride was running away from me to the point where I didn't feel like myself anymore. You see, I don't really like roller coasters. I don't need

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-88508938714458008152007-06-10T15:34:00.000-06:002007-06-10T15:42:29.587-06:00

My sweet sweet friends of mine: Aime'e, Becca, Hannah and Kate Hurley found ourselves winding up the road to Nederland the other day. It was a sweet time of rest and silliness and good mountain-time. We finished up the day at the Happy Trails Coffeehouse, which is an old-time train car-turned-coffee shop. It was fantastic. Here are some photos. As you can tell, we were enjoying acting like

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-82712160749418657492007-04-07T12:03:00.000-06:002007-04-07T12:16:25.821-06:00

I just got sucked into this movie called Angel Eyes. Dumb title, really good movie. I highly recommend it. It was about real life, basically, and how tough it can be and about loving. Jim Cavaziel (I just love him) was a very lonely man who had this secret that he wouldn't share with anyone. He lived a very strange life in a horrible apartment and just walked around town alone. (I won't tell

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1170906821076103492007-02-07T21:42:00.000-06:002007-02-07T21:53:41.086-06:00

As I was taking a walk this afternoon in my formerly blizzard-torn, ice-covered, melting neighborhood, I noticed that as the snow is now melting (yipppeee) there are some strange objects left behind.1) Lots of dog poo in various stages of defrost (does 6 week old dog poo count as some kind of fossil?)2) Several cigarette butts3) The board part of a skateboard in our front lawn...I seem to

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1166588246576085242006-12-19T22:13:00.000-06:002006-12-19T22:17:26.586-06:00

Merry Early Christmas!Today I walked two crazy dogs whilst spilling latte and trying to figure out how to get them to NOT pull! It was interesting. Then I almost pulled my arm out the socket from all the ball throwing. Then I actually cleaned up a family's kitchen that is not my own and folded their clean underwear. that was weird. I give props to housekeepers! Not the easiest or most pleasant

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1164854180114425642006-11-29T20:20:00.000-06:002006-11-29T20:36:20.706-06:00

Here are some photos from Kait Night about 2 months ago..it was such a fun night at my fave coffeeshop. We had around 50 people there throughout the night, just to see us Kaits!!(spelling is such to include Cait and the 2 Kates)Check it out.(raelynn, taylor and hannah - lovely ladies)(me and trace, playing washboard(!) on My Own True Love) (Kate Hurley and moi - Mary by Patty Griffin) (crazy

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1162438690118462212006-11-01T21:30:00.000-06:002006-11-01T21:38:10.130-06:00

The other day I substitute taught in a middle school special ed program. One boy, named Conner had Down Syndrome but is incredibly deft at writing and math, is in the school band... anyway, I was helping him and his 'best friend' Mason with their math worksheets, when Conner decides to fill me in on one of his favorite pasttimes. He told me quite matter-of-factly that he really likes to pick his

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1162015438472367722006-10-27T23:53:00.000-06:002006-10-28T00:03:58.483-06:00

It's been so long since I've written here...but here are a few things happening.At the moment, I am trying to stay awake until the parents of the kiddos I watched this evening return. We had quite an eventful evening which included throwing up, staying up too late and me not caring a whole lot. It was okay I guess.I have for the past half hour been trying to keep myself awake by looking at guys'

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1157346949987125372006-09-03T23:04:00.000-06:002006-09-03T23:15:50.000-06:00

Just came across some photos from my time in Europe...lotsa fun.Left: This was me in Budapest in the spring showing my shisa (or hookah) pipe prowess. My friends were very impressed :-)Above right: no idea what we were doing, but it was Abi and me somewhere in Hungary, I think. That's it for now...I just got a new laptop and I have been playing with it nonstop (well almost, I did go to church

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1157168214069225502006-09-01T21:24:00.000-06:002006-09-01T21:36:54.083-06:00

or something close to it.I'm still alive. A couple of weeks ago, I wasn't sure if I was going to make it. Sure, I knew I would get through it, that I might be crushed for a while but then I would go on my merry way.The strange thing about this episode of love-and-loss is that I have made my way through it, and basically unscarred. Well, at least that is the way I see things right now. The first

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1155567633399845512006-08-14T08:49:00.000-06:002006-08-14T09:00:33.416-06:00

Move forward when there has been no closure? I keep thinking I will get a message or he'll drop by a letter with some sort of explanation that will help me get over this. But i don't think he will and maybe that wouldn't help anyway.I think he was just plain scared. I understand that.This morning it was hard to get up and get out of bed. I thought about how my thoughts had been occupied with him

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1155459620826417362006-08-13T02:56:00.000-06:002006-08-13T03:00:20.836-06:00

after almost exactly a month, he ended things. just like that. a month isn't long in the grand scheme of things. it isn't a long time. but that's not really what i'm measuring.I have no idea how I got here....it's 2:43 am in the morning and i just feel like i've been shit on. seriously...my heart put in a vice and just squeezed...and i wish i had some words of wisdom from this and i wish that i

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1155328439630061202006-08-11T14:29:00.000-06:002006-08-11T14:33:59.640-06:00

Wow. Life is too weird. Suddenly, you can be thrown into a whirlwind of romance and love and hopes for a future with someone, and then suddenly..... splat.I don't know quite what happened. Well, I have an inkling. We both ran full-speed ahead -- and we started getting pummelled with anxiety and fear. He is just coming out of a 2 year relationship gone bad, and I feel really overwhelmed by the

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1154986955466841402006-08-07T15:37:00.000-06:002006-08-07T15:42:35.616-06:00

It's a good thing. I have decided I really like kissing. A lot. Especially if you happen to be kissing a guy you like A LOT and he likes you A LOT and you like kissing each other A LOT. Whew.I highly recommend going and grabbing your sweety and having a kissfest. It's good for the soul.And if you don't have a sweety, I can say in all confidence that one day you will, (because I firmly believe

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1154368574834112102006-07-31T11:44:00.000-06:002006-07-31T11:56:14.916-06:00

Last night we had church...www.originscommunity.com We sat around at tables and ate potluck food and talked about life. It was great. I was in the middle of my diatribe about what is happening with the 'boy' at my table, when I had to get up and sing. It was really hot in there. My pastor mentioned that we were having a typical pentecostal meeting....potluck food, no A/C, worship music...all we

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1154110725651404562006-07-28T12:17:00.000-06:002006-07-28T12:18:45.663-06:00

About early stages of dating...the nervousness, awkwardness, the learning each other...I have decided that the first hand-holding is the absolute sweetest.Sigh.

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1153945594051607572006-07-26T14:01:00.000-06:002006-07-26T16:07:00.733-06:00

There's just something about writing down words. Words have been helping me lately. Not the words that swarm around my brain and make me feel stressed out and confused, as they have lately. But the words that fit neatly on a piece of paper. Or at least neatly into sentences that have the potential for people to read., like here.. you're reading this, right? To read and perhaps to relate...I need

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1153852920328464372006-07-25T12:13:00.000-06:002006-07-25T12:42:40.096-06:00

I just ordered Boundaries in Dating and The Problem of Pain by CS Lewis online. I didn't realize what I was doing when I ordered them together. If I believed in bad omens, I think I just created one for myself.... ;-)So as much as I like to think that I am just a romantic, and I want to be willing to let my heart be squashed and go through the pain and all of that.... well, maybe I am a bit off.I

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1153769045283187552006-07-24T13:20:00.000-06:002006-07-24T13:24:05.323-06:00

I was thinking this morning during my run what that scripture is all about...guard your heart... I mean, we are always throwing that phrase around, and probably the only time I have heard it was in reference to guarding it in relationship. But I am starting to think that we shouldn't do that. I mean, we need to be careful to whom we are giving our heart, of course, and to be wise about our

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1153608691574166952006-07-22T16:41:00.000-06:002006-07-22T16:51:31.586-06:00

Wow. This guy is either plain amazing, or he's a great actor. I like to think he's the first. I know it's only been two dates, but, well, I'm not doing a very good job of guarding my heart...I mean, come on. He told me at least twice that he found something about me attractive today (usually when we were dealing with deeper issues) that I had a lot of depth that he feels like he hasn't even

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1153248667955775482006-07-18T12:39:00.000-06:002006-07-18T12:51:08.030-06:00

I've decided that even while I am freaking out, I am okay. There are lots of things going on that add to the anxiety, and so I have reason to be a bit on edge... I am moving in 2 weeks, I am starting classes in five weeks, at which time my life will change dramatically, and now I have this guy that I am spending time with. And he is so nice and said that my nervousness was attractive because it

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1153159983562516252006-07-17T11:59:00.000-06:002006-07-17T12:13:03.636-06:00

It's amazing how long I have been wanting to go on a date with a guy, just go on a date, ya know? And maybe even have a second date and maybe have someone to do fun things with, like go hiking, explore Denver, just sit in a park and look at the mountains. And now, suddenly, it seems to be happening. And I'm freaking out.It's so strange. I mean, I have no idea how far things will go. But, we had a

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1152310981017521822006-07-07T16:16:00.000-06:002006-07-07T16:23:01.036-06:00

I decided not to go to Ireland. It's amazing how difficult it was for me to just say "NO" But I did it, and though I am sure things would have worked out, I am so relieved I didn't go. Too much stress.So, right now I am doing temp jobs (which I am starting on Monday for 2 weeks, some funny data entry job in someone's house -- I am burnt out on kids at the mo) and am excited about my friend

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1150063443471119862006-06-11T16:01:00.000-06:002006-06-11T16:04:03.483-06:00

Don't you sometimes feel like following God is like jumping off a cliff, just hoping that Someone will catch you?I have signed up to go to Ireland for Kid's Camp in Dublin...in 3 weeks. I have no money. I am so worn out the thought of being with kids for a week seems overwhelming. And yet. And yet I feel like I need to move ahead. I will be Worship Leader for the week, and I will get to be with

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1147827901922847582006-05-16T18:56:00.000-06:002006-05-16T19:05:02.000-06:00

Just a quick update on things, thoughts, feelings...Actually, writing in here tends to help me, ya know, get those thoughts and feelings OUTTA this crazy, often muddled head of mine.I feel tired. It's sort of bone-tired, like the kind I can't do a whole lot about. No matter what I do this evening, I feel like I will still be tired. So, should I rest or take a walk or go do something productive

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1147480344300371532006-05-12T18:27:00.000-06:002006-05-12T18:32:24.310-06:00

Okay, I got this from my friend Vangie's myspace...she included the following tips from a website called Date to Save..... is this woman really serious, is my question...but, you will at least get a guffaw or a chuckle or at the least a mystified grunt from the following:http://www.datetosave.com/(Let it be known that I do not condone or encourage this type of behavior. This is for laughs only.)

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1146187127224569722006-04-27T18:56:00.000-06:002006-04-27T19:18:47.293-06:00

Today I taught my regular third grade class at Lafayette Elementary School. One boy who is a constant disturbance and just generally a troubled dude has had about 5 pink slips this year. He's just troubled. I find myself doing a little internal cheer when he is absent to be honest. Today he was there after being kept at home for a week by his parents. A sort of home-detention. We had a generally

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1145924069994192782006-04-24T17:59:00.000-06:002006-04-24T18:14:30.076-06:00

So this is fun. I got the cd of photos back from my photo shoot with my friend Ray:http://www.rayrushingphotography.com/Here are some I am planning on using for promo materials.Any favourites, Friend?Check out my myspace for music updates:http://www.myspace.com/katedenning

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1145657763443930482006-04-21T16:07:00.000-06:002006-04-21T16:19:01.660-06:00

I am reading a romance novel. And I am embarassed. I am so into this book, can't put it down, and I am still shocked that I am so addicted.Actually, it is written by a woman (Francine Rivers)who used to write secular stuff but now writes stories with Christian themes. And right now I can't put her book Redeeming Love down. You gotta check it out. Most likely, you guys won't be able to get through

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1144173524332281742006-04-04T11:46:00.000-06:002006-04-04T11:58:44.410-06:00

I was just thinking how weird life can be at times. Yesterday, I left a message for a guy I don't know but who I have been communicating with through eHarmony. As much as I think this can be a good avenue for meeting a nice guy...well, it just feels contrived right now. But maybe I just have to get over it. Anyway, it just feels weird. It doesn't feel like me. I don't know what that means.And

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You gotta check out The Psalters.Here is their mission:“we are the cry of the exodus.there is no home for us here.we are a nomadic tribe of psalters, walking in the footsteps of ancients past to the far corners of the present, united as one voice against the oppression within and without.one more echo in the eternal song of our First Love, our Hope, our Pillar of Fire.”Their style has influences

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Last night I played music with some wonderful people. Their names are Robbie and Aaron. Robbie and I are fellow baristas and just have a great time together. He is younger and quite refreshing to be around. Aaron, I just met last night, but he is very solid musically but quite humble, and was very into hearing the songs I'd written. Both are very into Americana-slash-bluegrass-stories that tell

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Yesterday I returned to doing hot-yoga again. (Bikram Yoga). I had so missed it, and so I am blaming my abundant enthusiasm for that pain in my lower back and hips. I was so excited...I actually did a back-bend far enough to look out the back windows. I guess you could say I felt pretty darn cool (or hot..)I have registered to take an online Shakespeare class. I know, I know. The name is even "

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So this week has been exhausting. I guess I didn't expect that I would be so tired, but I am. I moved this week. And I am so glad I can take this time off from teaching to regroup.This morning, my new roommate and I walked to a local coffee shop and I drank an iced Americano with vanilla (my current fave) and ate this weird egg pastry dealie (not my fave but hey, it's sustenance, right Abs?), and

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A friend at church, Brian, recently sent the following to us. It is up to us to do something.Hey all...just a quick heads up on the situation of genocide in Darfur, Sudan. There has been a lot going on with this situation on the CU Campus, but I just wanted to throw out a website for those of you who aren't so familiar with what's going on... check out www.savedarfur.com You should check out the

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This past weekend 'rocked my socks.' ( to quote my friend Ray who was also at the conference.)It was way different than I expected it to be. A worship conference by my own definition for some reason sounds boring. I imagine styrafoam cups of tepid tea, and a man up front droning on about worship in a tone that doesn't evoke any type of worship from me at all.I wish I could say that I can always

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ugh.

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http://nonce.blogspot.com/Check out my friend Sam's blog. There is a cool piece on Epiphany. I like it.

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This week has been full of small miracles.1. My bank account reached the fullest its been since my move here. (but now, after paying rent...)2. The teacher I regularly sub for gave me a spontaneous hug when she saw me in the hallway.3. One of my adorable 3rd graders, Daisy Fuentes (isn't that a great name?), gave me a picture of a tree with a squirrel climbing up it. And I don't know why, but

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How could I not feel better after reading my friend Danielle's latest blogs?? Oh, if you didn't know, Danielle and Neal and Soomi and Kevin are among my favoritest people on earth. I spent two years in Hungary with the former couple, and one year with the latter. And they are the coolest. And they all got to celebrate Danielle and Neal's engagement..and I feel like I should have been there. (

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I feel like I am in a holding phase. I am constantly trying to figure out what money I need to live on, which sub jobs I absolutely have to take (so burned out on subbing right now!) , trying to get all my stuff in for school in the fall, and in the meantime trying to relax and enjoy life. Is that possible? I just feel overwhelmed today. I hope things get better. I woke up to a dusting of snow,

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1136836815899621922006-01-09T13:59:00.000-06:002006-01-09T14:20:05.263-06:00

I thought I would write about my 30th, since so much has happened since then, and I got pics! So I will try and post a couple here.It was a blast. the entire evening was basically centered around playing Taboo, which I thought was so hilarious, as I expected to be the only one excited about games. But, NO..turns out my bro in law, Mark, is a crazy game-player, and is really good at Scrabble. (

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found a roommate, found a roommate, just now.So I have been going through the grueling process of figuring out my housing situation for March. I am so psyched. I found a really nice girl (she is actually 11 yrs my junior!) who is a nanny and is looking to change to become a live-out nanny. She is cool and likes time to herself and quiet but can also talk really well, too. Fun. We found a gorgeous

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So it's the day after Christmas and lots has happened. My sister cut my hair and i love it.(Although the bangs look really short in the above pic!) My brother and his girl got married on Christmas Eve. We have been able to love one another reasonably during my parents' stay. We have laughed a lot. And when my father was marrying Ty and Liz, I don't think there was a dry eye among the 30 or so

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Yesterday I walked home from work and I thought I was going to take off and fly on gusts of freezing wind. The pond I circled to get home actually was spitting water at me with its oceanic-like waves. Weird.I bounced like 10 checks and had to buy a new clutch. On top of that, my car died last night at like 1 am while on my way home from a friend's. I am eating far too much chocolate in the hopes

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1131057629315821712005-11-03T16:25:00.000-06:002005-11-03T16:40:29.376-06:00

I caught a bug. I don't know when or where, or what type of bug, but I've got one. It found its way into my respiratory system, causing a sore throat and yucky green mucus in my lungs. Yesterday, it made me stay on my couch, in my bed, or in front of the computer. The most strenuous thing I did was get into my car and walk 20 feet into our community center to rent 2 movies. (Which were only $1

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1129760467751277852005-10-19T15:53:00.000-06:002005-11-03T16:24:25.450-06:00

This week has been weird. Between overcommitting (sp?) myself and then having to renig on a sub job, and then leaving my phone off last night and not getting any sub calls ;(duh) and then I was fine not working today (I got to talk to 4\four of my favorite people on the phone! Yay) and feeling OKAY about now working...I get called to work. Seriously, I am in the Safeway, pushing my cart toward

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1129132128834391672005-10-12T09:27:00.000-06:002005-10-12T09:48:48.886-06:00

Have you ever had those meaningful experiences that last only briefly, but when they are over, you feel that a part of yourself is missing? It is reminiscent of being a part of a play or a mission team or something like that..you know the time can't last forever, but you don't feel its levity until it is over. Until you are back in the day-to-day, working, paying the bills, seeing friends. A

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1126047539012516192005-09-06T16:52:00.000-06:002005-09-06T16:58:59.016-06:00

Have just moved into my new apartment. I love it. In my room, I have this huge window that is basically one of my four walls. Underneath it, is this great, deep ledge....great place for plants!I am basically in a weird lack-of-sleep state at the moment. I had too much energy after working at Starbucks last night. (that happens a lot!) and so I went on my 2nd midnight run to WalMart...for grocery

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Yesterday was a very strange day. I had a job interview at a charter school. It was the first interview I have had where I really felt under-qualified. At the end, knowing that I didnt' do very well with the questions ( a lot of English content knowledge questions) I felt sort of defeated. You know it doesn't go well, if the interviewer ends the time with, "So are you thinking about going back to

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1125522111067222952005-08-31T14:53:00.000-06:002005-08-31T15:01:51.076-06:00

Today I am wearing a shirt that I pulled out of my duffel bag. It is cool today in Colorado. Feels like Fall. So I chose a long-sleeved shirt I bought in Budapest, which I often wore to teach in. It doesn't fit me all that well, it was made for a teenage girl who likes to show off her mid-driff.. but I like it. It has flowy sleeves. Who doesn't like flowy sleeves?As I do my receptionist thing

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So I am trying to get this blog the way I want it. If it changes in the next couple of days, and even changes back again, well, deal with it. Just consider it in an 'experiential phase'. If I can get my flikr photos up, check them out, and enjoy!They're kinda fun.

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1124386765484062452005-08-18T10:51:00.000-06:002005-08-18T11:39:25.513-06:00

This week I have done more than i have wanted to. Spent more time in my car than I have wanted to. Have slept less and read less and given fewer hugs than I have wanted to. But now it is my own car, and will soon (in 3 weeks) be my own bed onto which I will lay my weary soul. And soon I will hopefully have more friends I can hug. So that's good.Yesterday I was sitting outside at the CPA firm

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1123123472302272942005-08-03T12:32:00.000-06:002005-08-03T20:44:32.310-06:00

I just went over to a friend's apartment. I just met her, so maybe technically she is not my friend yet, but I am feeling positive.Her roommate is engaged and so wants to move out and into her parents' home to save money before the wedding. And so I feel like a lemming at the moment. (spelling, please?) as I am trying to decide whether or not to take her spot for the next 5 months. So, I don't

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Talking with my friend tonight, I realized that the past couple of weeks have been quite slippery. No, we haven't gotten much rain, and no, though Colorado is well-known for its snow, we haven't gotten any of that yet either. I am referring to another type of slipperiness altogether. The slipperiness of the mind. It is amazing that each time I think through my possibilities...which car to buy (

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So, things are looking up. I was driving to Serrano's, the family restaurant here, and I looked up at the stars. Then I saw the mountains..the sky was changing into this indescribable purple colour at the horizon. And then I thanked God. He is so faithful. Even when I am so NOT! This week has been going so much better than last. I have met some really wonderful people, at Mark's (my

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1121027335520247552005-07-10T14:08:00.000-06:002005-07-10T14:28:55.550-06:00

In limbo. That is where I am. As I sit here and write I don't know where I am headed and what I am really doing. I know what I want to do, but don't know how I will get there.Don't you sometimes wish you were one of those people who didn't care too much and didn't worry too much? Is it possible to care, but not to worry? Each day I am here, I wake up and feel a sort of heaviness. What should I do

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I never really understood why it was called 'culture shock' until today. I almost did my taxes. Meaning: I got as far as turning on my car and pointing it in the direction of the tax office downtown when I felt this little vile acidic rupture start to shake my insides. I decided the best response to that would be: my cousins. If you knew my cousins and my aunt and uncle, you would know that they

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I flew home yesterday. A flight that should take around 10 hours took fifteen. But I was happily surprised in many ways, and the extra time was worth the wonder of those 5 hours. The most unexpected thing that happened came in the way of a nice man (around my dad's age, so no suspecting, silly) who invited me to go into town with him. We both, as it turned out, had a 5 hour layover in Frankfurt.

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Right now I am putzing around on my computer (sort of working) and listening to the Beatles sing... 'Eating chocolate cake in bed.'Things have been busy here. Whether external or internal, I have felt on-edge, in a bit of a frenzy. And in the meantime, my motivation to work has waned considerably. Yesterday, I went into town, and had an 'I love living in Europe' moment. I went to a cafe (which is

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SO....this is my shameless plug for teaching overseas!! I highly recommend it! It will change your life, increase your faith and enlighten your mind. You won't regret it!Do you have something special planned for this summer? See below for 45 exciting opportunities to serve God around the world. Until May 10, we are waiving our $25 application fee. Now is the time to explore a summer of adventure

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'A Little Cognac!'I was greeted with these words by one of our friendlier porters yesterday, as I entered through the gate to our teachers house. There is this special little holiday called NameDay here in Central Europe. Everyone has a day, in addition to their Birthday, when they are celebrated! So, yesterday, apparently was Gyuri and Gábor Day. Hence, the Little Cognac!Since I was having a

Katehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12462235050495850048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7791448.post-1113997607728343472005-04-20T05:39:00.000-06:002005-04-20T05:49:22.743-06:00

So the other night, after I had taken a shower and was just going through those daily motions, I caught myself putting deoderant on. Now, don't get me wrong, I like to be clean and fresh, but I think this is taking it a bit too far. How much of my life am I on auto-pilot? Scary.A bit of news: the organisation I am working with here in Hungary, ESI (Educational Services International, Teach

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I'm glad to have sisters. My younger sis, Molly, reminds me time and again how fun life can be. To roll with the unexpected and to somehow make that lemonade out of the lemons in life. My older sister reminds me how important a thing like generosity is. She and her awesome hubby have offered a place for me in their house for a while for when I return to the States this summer. Whit is

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Sometimes I feel like I am in a no-communication zone. This morning I came to school to find out that we have only 4 periods today. Not a bad thing, except when you spend time preparing for more than that! And right now, I am writing this because I got to class and my little ninth graders triumphantly announced :' Teacher, we must go to the Dentist.' When I asked if they were all going, they

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Before beginning this teaching adventure, I was told: 'Hungarian students cheat. It is just the way it is, so expect it and be ready for it. It doesn't mean they are bad kids, they just cheat. ' The Hungarian student (and maybe most Central/Eastern European students) regard his class as just as important, if not more important as the individual student. This sense of community is almost unheard

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It has been over a month since last I wrote...always, busyness clashes with my time to write. But, today is as good as any..So, let's see, how is the state of things? Well, last night I returned from a weekend away. It was supposed to be a relaxing time. It began that way. The four of us packed ourselves and our stuff onto an Intercity train travelling south to Pécs, a city much smaller than

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I am sitting in Abi’s room, wrapped in blankets and sipping hot coffee. The sky is a typical grey. This icy Saturday morning Abi is on her road to England. And so, until my plane departs for Denmark in a few days, I have taken up temporary residence in her cozy little room. It is on mornings like these when I wish I lived in times when we used quill pens and wrote letters out long-hand. I would

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Today is windy and cold...the blue skies providing an amazing backdrop for the few yellow leaves that are hanging on for dear life, outside my office window. Don' t they know it is winter, and it is time to go?? So often, I want to hang on to things, experiences, ideas, thoughts..and not let them go when it is time. And then there are moments that I have when i want to chuck it all, and jump

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The sun is playing games with me. Since my mood is directly associated to sunlight, it cannot make up its little 'mood-mind.' This is my third day on my own in Budapest, and it has been interesting to say the least. I waver between trying to have this deeply intentional, spiritual time to get in touch with my thoughts and feelings in general, and spending time with God, to going to the local

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"I wish I could get mad everyday, just to be consistent." (ms. ammerman, in response to disciplining in class) Sadly, I said this. These are things we say and are pretty comical when taken out of context. Consistency. This is something I lack. So, I guess you could say the only thing really consistent in my life is inconsistency. My moods vary from fostering a strong urge to bite my roommate

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So, my friend whom I was just chatting with, called my blogspot'philosophical and trendy.' I thought that was an interesting observation. Does this mean I am trying to be philophical but just coming across as trendy? Or is it possible to be both philosophical and trendy? isn't there something about prophets and their hometown or something??? Hmmm. Anyway. Yes, I am writing and it has only been a

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In My Utmost for His Highest, Oswald Chambers writes: “No enthusiasm will ever stand the strain that Jesus Christ will put upon His worker, only one thing will, and that is a personal relationship to Himself which has gone through the mill of His spring cleaning until there is only one purpose left – I am here for God to send me where He will. Every other thing may get fogged, but this

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I have 2 more full days in good ole PA and then I am off to Hungary. It is so strange. It feels like this moment has been built up this summer for so long. Not feeling like I fit in after being gone for a full year. Not knowing what I should be feeling about leaving all of the people I love the most in the world (besides my Hungary teaching colleagues) or how to love them as best I can with the

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Yesterday I took a much-needed road trip. I hopped in the car, complete with stress and fatigue and in the deep desire to find some peace from things that have kept me locked up these past couple weeks. A day with my friend Kate was just the ticket. We talked together, laughed, cried (as I related the struggles I have been having with fear and anxiety), and teared up again when she talked about

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I went for a hike today up Flagstaff, a peak that overlooks Boulder. At one point, when I stopped the turny-twisty route in my borrowed Jeep, I found a great look-out. I walked out to the edge of a large mass of boulders that seemed to be barely clinging to the edge of the mountain but proved to be sturdy enough for anyone to climb. It was so peaceful, but so scary at the same time. I realized

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I am on my third day in sunny Boulder, Colorado. Wow, this place moves quickly...in only 2 full days here, I have gone to a Leftover Salmon (blue grass/jam band/modern day hippie followers' band) show at this rickety edge-of-the-mountains outdoor venue, and spent the day at the Boulder Reservoir. The concert is the most noteworthy thus far.The stage faced 400 dancers and groovers on a small hill,

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Hello, Friends! As this is my first official Blogspot posting, I just wanted to say HEY and WELCOME, and THANKS and all of that. It's cool that you are visiting, and I am thankful for you! I thought this would be a convenient way for me to keep you friends and family members and supporters on top of what is happening while I am away teaching ESL in Budapest, Hungary!! So...without further ado..

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