11/07/09

Apparently, my mom, who reads this blog, thought Aaron and I weren't getting anyone presents because of an earlier post. Nope, we're getting you all presents, so don't worry; we're just trying to be fiscally responsible (OOOOH!) with what we spend on each other.

...With that said, I'm wrapping Aaron's birthday presents right now. I feel so accomplished!!!

.... except for the fact that they're not gifts from me. A's mom and I went shopping this weekend and she passed on his b-day gifts from his family to me so I could give them to him around Thanksgiving, which is closer to his birthday than the next time she will see him. He's a lucky boy.

I went grocery shopping today and found the most lovely wrapping paper, and I can't wait to wrap up boxes in it. Wahoo! For me, the presentation is just as much a gift as the present itself. My mom always has the most beautifully wrapped gifts, and one of my lesser life goals is to wrap gifts with as much thoughtfulness as she does. It just makes you feel honored when you know someone took that time.

So, what do you think: Is presentation important to you, or is the most important part of a gift the present itself?

Recap

Last night Tia and I went to Omaha to do some shopping and enjoy dinner with Aaron's parents. The shopping was a bust, but dinner was excellent- the biggest steak I've ever eaten (or eaten at least part of). I took a picture with my hand next to it to send to Aaron- my hand was smaller than the steak. That's a lot of meat. (That's what she said?) Anyway, it was great to spend time with his parents. Afterward, we looked high and low to find a jacket I wanted, but it did not exist. Boo hoo.

Today the Huskers take on the OU Sooners. Last year, I went with Aaron and his entire family to Norman, Okla., to see the Huskers...and they got slaughtered. I'm hoping this year is much different. Obvs. When we were in Norman, I remember A.'s family drew Christmas names. Fast forward one year and I'm excited to be included in that :) I'm really thankful I'm getting another set of people with whom I can share my life. Mostly, though, I just think Aaron's the best God could have given me.

"Justice is inseperable from the right worship of God."

Achsah Guibbory spoke on Christian Identity and Israel in 17th century England tonight. So much to sit down and think through. Feeling so incredibly privileged to have been there---my mind was exploding just being in the same room as so many brilliant individuals: scholars, leaders and thinkers.

plot.

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I remember, remember last fifth of November when I asked, begged, pleaded with A. to watch V for Vendetta with me, and I can't remember if we actually did. I hope we did, because I am a fool who likes to watch the same movie on the correct date each year. And November 5 is a day to honor Guy Fawkes. This year I know I'm fairly certain I won't be watching V., but if you do, enjoy it very much for me.

thoughts.

1. Are you wearing pants that fit and are not pajamas? Yes, they fit; no, they're not jammies. They're the second best thing- my Gap black yoga capris. I basically live in them.

2. Did you wake up before 9:30 a.m.? Yes, I have a date with Senor Espanol (minus the tildes, my teacher would be irate) every morning at either 8 or 8:30.

3. Did you accomplish anything this morning? Classwork.

4. Was it work-related? Nope.

5. What was for lunch? Toast. All the time.

6. What are you doing this afternoon? Going to Target to pick up prescriptions (and two $10 gift cards, because they were new!)

7. Work-related scary grown up stuff? Not today.

8. Are you blogging instead of...? Always.

She sells seashells-TSLHT

{personal collection}

If I get to ask God anything when I die, I'll ask him if he would lift up the oceans and let me see what is beneath them. Maybe I'll see pretty shells with pretty little hearts broken into them, like this one.

49 days until the wedding.

We're sitting pretty at seven weeks until the wedding. And by we, I mean... well, whatever. I am starting to feel anxious about it all. Thanksgiving will be the next time I try on my dress, and I'm nervous about it. I just want to feel "like a bride." Often I think I'd feel more like a bride if Aaron was here and we could plan some of this together... I don't know.

I have a running to-do list on my wall, right next to my November and December calendars. Everything's ominous right now. Maybe that's why I woke up at 3 a.m. feeling terrible. I stayed still and tried to think myself into feeling better. "Maybe if I just lie here...calmly...this feeling...will...." Nope. Didn't work. My damn bed is lofted and about 7 feet from the ground, so in order for me to get down, I have to dangle over the side of it onto my desk. This is precarious at any point in time, but especially in the middle of the night when you feel like you have to vomit.

But I made it safely. I sat, hugging the porcelain for an hour. I haven't vomited like that since freshman year when I had a really terrible reaction to meds after my wisdom teeth were removed. I don't doubt that a lot of people were doing the same thing as me last night. But I bet most of them weren't sober. I was. And I still puked my head off. TMI, huh. But yeah, so that's how my day began. Instead of climbing Mt. Vesuvius and getting back into my bed, I grabbed a "puke pot" from our cupboard and slept in the living room. I'm sure my roommates will be glad to know I used the kitchen utensils in such a manner. My nice roommate got me 7Up, too, and I had to miss a project meeting. I don't know what it is. Hopefully nothing deadly.

...such a nice post. Good Sunday night, friends. Here's to resting well and vomiting none.