Sunday, November 4, 2007
Canyon and Bridalveil Falls Adventure
We drove up the canyon today and enjoyed the beautiful scenery. We stopped at Bridalveil Falls and a few other places to take pictures.
The falls.
Some guy offered to take our picture.
Me, crossing the water carefully.
Us!
Dave, posing in this cool cage-like bridge thing that was just there, who knows why.
If you look carefully, you can see a building up there on the mountain!
Us, walking down the trail.
Some water at the park.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Happy Halloween! (update 11/4/07)
(update) The next two pictures are from Mike and Jamie's party on Oct. 27. They are used compliments of Jamie.
(Jenny, me, Dave, Dan, Steph, and Mike. Dave has a different costume on here than he wore on Halloween. He made an awesome zombie-type mask out of papier maché.)
And here I am again with my costume at Mike and Jamie's party.
(Oct. 31, 2007)
Happy Halloween from Dave and Karen!
(Dave is Einstein and I am a hula dancer!)
It was a fun day. After work we went to see our friend Attie and then we were off to Larissa's (she took these pictures). I'm not normally a Halloween person but I think I really like having an excuse to dress up once a year :)
(Jenny, me, Dave, Dan, Steph, and Mike. Dave has a different costume on here than he wore on Halloween. He made an awesome zombie-type mask out of papier maché.)
And here I am again with my costume at Mike and Jamie's party.(Oct. 31, 2007)
Happy Halloween from Dave and Karen!
(Dave is Einstein and I am a hula dancer!)
It was a fun day. After work we went to see our friend Attie and then we were off to Larissa's (she took these pictures). I'm not normally a Halloween person but I think I really like having an excuse to dress up once a year :)
Monday, October 29, 2007
Really quick...
Just updated Local Stupidity.
Life is good but busy. Dave is starting his first wave of student teaching today, so good luck to him!
Life is good but busy. Dave is starting his first wave of student teaching today, so good luck to him!
Sunday, October 28, 2007
It's Halloween Time!
Oh yeah--on Friday we had a low key party for me at Larissa's place. We played monopoly and watched Thoroughly Modern Millie (which was greatly mocked by all present). Jana built me a cake, and my friend Attie was able to come, too. There was much laughter and merry-making.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Karen's B-Day, #23
(philosophical/reminiscent crap)
I don't remember the exact moment I decided that I wanted to stop getting older. I mean, you spend your childhood and most of your teenage years wanting to grow up, but then there's a distinctive barrier that stops that way of thinking at a particular point of your life. I believe it is when you realize that it's time to be a grown up, not look forward to being one.
I really had a hard time when I turned 20. I think that's when I hit my barrier and realized I wasn't a teenager anymore, and that I had no excuse for holding on to it anymore. Maybe I felt like I had wasted so much time during those years, and when I finally started having fun with them I was nearly an adult. So when age 20 hit, I was pretty unhappy and had a depressing time with it.
Since then, I've been mostly okay about birthdays.
Yesterday I turned 23 years old. It honestly doesn't feel special. It's not a landmark age or anything. I don't feel old, I'm just a "twenty-something" and I'm cool with that. I still miss the teenager stuff once in a while...like the carefree lifestyle and the friends and the ease of life with all of these opportunities spreading out in front of me. I should have taken advantage of that more than I did.
Anyway, I'm happy now, so it's all good.
(my birthday)
Yesterday was pretty much a normal day, but there were some special people who helped to make it awesome. I woke up to find that Dave had made an adorable (yet random) background for the computer that said "Happy Birthday!" for me. I had to go to school, but it was a pretty good day and Dave kept calling and leaving messages on my phone saying "happy birthday" to me and it made me feel special. I got some texts and facebook messages from other people as well, wishing me a happy day. After school I met with Jana and she took me shopping. That was fun, as always, but she bought a shirt for me as a present. :) I also saw my other sister Larissa. She had paid for my ticket to the Muse concert as my birthday gift, and seriously--what an awesome gift that was!
After that, Dave and I met up at home and I opened the package that had come in the mail from my parents. Imagine my shock when I discovered a pink digital camera inside! I wasn't expecting that! I was so excited! Dave helped me learn how to use it and it was great fun for all.
It sucked to go to work, but as soon as it was over Dave was there to pick me up and he took me out to dinner. I picked The Training Table because I really wanted some of those cheese fries! When we were done, Dave took me for a drive. It was supposed to be a surprise but he kind of got lost. He wanted to show me the city lights of our city from the other side of the lake but he couldn't find the spot he was looking for. We were sort of let down but then I said, "Come on, let's just get some sodas and eat the cake" (yes, he even make a cake for me!). So that is what we did. And it was sweet.
Here are some pictures we took while messing around with my new camera.

(these ones aren't so great because of the flash, but this camera takes amazing pictures!)
Dave's gift for me won't be here for a couple of weeks...but I am really excited about it :) (I swear I'm not greedy about presents or something....it's my birthday--I'm excited, that's all!!)
I don't remember the exact moment I decided that I wanted to stop getting older. I mean, you spend your childhood and most of your teenage years wanting to grow up, but then there's a distinctive barrier that stops that way of thinking at a particular point of your life. I believe it is when you realize that it's time to be a grown up, not look forward to being one.
I really had a hard time when I turned 20. I think that's when I hit my barrier and realized I wasn't a teenager anymore, and that I had no excuse for holding on to it anymore. Maybe I felt like I had wasted so much time during those years, and when I finally started having fun with them I was nearly an adult. So when age 20 hit, I was pretty unhappy and had a depressing time with it.
Since then, I've been mostly okay about birthdays.
Yesterday I turned 23 years old. It honestly doesn't feel special. It's not a landmark age or anything. I don't feel old, I'm just a "twenty-something" and I'm cool with that. I still miss the teenager stuff once in a while...like the carefree lifestyle and the friends and the ease of life with all of these opportunities spreading out in front of me. I should have taken advantage of that more than I did.
Anyway, I'm happy now, so it's all good.
(my birthday)
Yesterday was pretty much a normal day, but there were some special people who helped to make it awesome. I woke up to find that Dave had made an adorable (yet random) background for the computer that said "Happy Birthday!" for me. I had to go to school, but it was a pretty good day and Dave kept calling and leaving messages on my phone saying "happy birthday" to me and it made me feel special. I got some texts and facebook messages from other people as well, wishing me a happy day. After school I met with Jana and she took me shopping. That was fun, as always, but she bought a shirt for me as a present. :) I also saw my other sister Larissa. She had paid for my ticket to the Muse concert as my birthday gift, and seriously--what an awesome gift that was!
After that, Dave and I met up at home and I opened the package that had come in the mail from my parents. Imagine my shock when I discovered a pink digital camera inside! I wasn't expecting that! I was so excited! Dave helped me learn how to use it and it was great fun for all.
It sucked to go to work, but as soon as it was over Dave was there to pick me up and he took me out to dinner. I picked The Training Table because I really wanted some of those cheese fries! When we were done, Dave took me for a drive. It was supposed to be a surprise but he kind of got lost. He wanted to show me the city lights of our city from the other side of the lake but he couldn't find the spot he was looking for. We were sort of let down but then I said, "Come on, let's just get some sodas and eat the cake" (yes, he even make a cake for me!). So that is what we did. And it was sweet.
Here are some pictures we took while messing around with my new camera.

(these ones aren't so great because of the flash, but this camera takes amazing pictures!)Dave's gift for me won't be here for a couple of weeks...but I am really excited about it :) (I swear I'm not greedy about presents or something....it's my birthday--I'm excited, that's all!!)
Friday, October 19, 2007
Meaning in Life
For one of my classes, we have been reading Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl. Yesterday in class we had a discussion about the book, talking about various aspects of it and thinking about the important points.
One of the last questions we discussed was "what is the meaning in your life?" I'm sure everyone can answer this question without too much trouble. But as I sat in class and listened to some of the answers, I started wondering. In his book, Frankl discusses the things that make us want to keep going through the hard times, the things that are most important and make life worth living. For the people in his concentration camp who literally had nothing left but their own bodies, sometimes this was simply a memory of someone (who was most likely dead), or a single hope for the future (although they were unlikely to have one, since they would probably die before they were liberated). For others it was related to their work and jobs. It could even be a material thing, like a home or car. But the people who were liberated found that, once they were ready to return to their 'old lives,' they no longer existed. The people they had loved were dead, their possessions gone. So much of what had given them hope for the future wasn't there anymore. Imagine realizing that. What would you do then? It would be so shocking to find that what had given you a reason for living for so long, what staved off death, wasn't there. You would have to start completely over.
This brought up the idea that you shouldn't stock all of the meaning in your life in one thing. This seems strange, but if you put all of yourself into one thing you will be devastated to lose it. I don't think this means that you shouldn't love someone with all of your heart, or work really hard for a single important goal. I just think it means to find meaning in many parts of your life.
By the end of class, I was really thinking, "Where do I find meaning in my life?" This was on my mind for much of the day. What in my life is so important to me that it actually creates a reason for me to live from day to day? What makes it worthwhile? For me, it is really people more than anything else. My husband, my family, my friends--they are all more vital to me than anything else I can think of. But beyond that, it has been a little tough to decide what really, really matters.
I do have goals, but many of them seem flimsy to me right now as I think about them. For instance, I want to be a writer, but who knows if that will pan out the way I dream it will. I've worked long and hard for my English degree, but other than a piece of paper I don't know what it will get me. I haven't found complete fulfillment in many areas of life, and I honestly don't know how. What do I want to do for a career? How far do I want to go in school? I have glimpses of ideas and crazy dreams, but when it comes down to it what am I actually passionate enough about to go through with it and actually reap the benefits?
I think that this epiphany has led me to realize that, in some ways, I have been living a life rather void of direction for a very long time. I mean, generally I know what I want, but I don't have goals. Real, possible, realistic goals. Dreams and hopes are not enough. I need to act instead of follow little streams of inspiration here or there that eventually taper off into nothing.
I'm not trying to discount the things I do have, like my friends and family, and above all my awesome husband. Together we have goals for the future, like plans for our life (his teaching job, our kids, buying a home, etc). But as far as goals for my personal fulfillment go, there's not much. Does that make sense? It sounds selfish, but everyone needs to be sometimes, about things like this. The question is, what do I want to get out of life, and what can I, personally, put into it to make it the best it can be?
The first thing that comes to mind is to really get into my writing. I want this, I just haven't been taking it seriously enough. I need to write a novel, and try to publish it. That's a goal for me...it has been for a while, but now I think it is really important for me to do it--to find more worth within myself, and meaning. Maybe, through this, I can find my true life's calling.
I also think I should try to learn new things. I am always afraid of taking risks and failing at things, but life is too short to think that way anymore. I could learn a musical instrument or work on a new talent. I could take a completely random class next semester just to see if I'd like it (like business or astronomy). I could try something I've always been afraid to do.
I know I won't do most of those things, but lately I have been desiring to add meaning to my existence. It just seems so vital right now.
If you have been reading this, feel free to comment and answer the question, "Where do you find meaning in your life?" I am truly interested to see what you have to say.
One of the last questions we discussed was "what is the meaning in your life?" I'm sure everyone can answer this question without too much trouble. But as I sat in class and listened to some of the answers, I started wondering. In his book, Frankl discusses the things that make us want to keep going through the hard times, the things that are most important and make life worth living. For the people in his concentration camp who literally had nothing left but their own bodies, sometimes this was simply a memory of someone (who was most likely dead), or a single hope for the future (although they were unlikely to have one, since they would probably die before they were liberated). For others it was related to their work and jobs. It could even be a material thing, like a home or car. But the people who were liberated found that, once they were ready to return to their 'old lives,' they no longer existed. The people they had loved were dead, their possessions gone. So much of what had given them hope for the future wasn't there anymore. Imagine realizing that. What would you do then? It would be so shocking to find that what had given you a reason for living for so long, what staved off death, wasn't there. You would have to start completely over.
This brought up the idea that you shouldn't stock all of the meaning in your life in one thing. This seems strange, but if you put all of yourself into one thing you will be devastated to lose it. I don't think this means that you shouldn't love someone with all of your heart, or work really hard for a single important goal. I just think it means to find meaning in many parts of your life.
By the end of class, I was really thinking, "Where do I find meaning in my life?" This was on my mind for much of the day. What in my life is so important to me that it actually creates a reason for me to live from day to day? What makes it worthwhile? For me, it is really people more than anything else. My husband, my family, my friends--they are all more vital to me than anything else I can think of. But beyond that, it has been a little tough to decide what really, really matters.
I do have goals, but many of them seem flimsy to me right now as I think about them. For instance, I want to be a writer, but who knows if that will pan out the way I dream it will. I've worked long and hard for my English degree, but other than a piece of paper I don't know what it will get me. I haven't found complete fulfillment in many areas of life, and I honestly don't know how. What do I want to do for a career? How far do I want to go in school? I have glimpses of ideas and crazy dreams, but when it comes down to it what am I actually passionate enough about to go through with it and actually reap the benefits?
I think that this epiphany has led me to realize that, in some ways, I have been living a life rather void of direction for a very long time. I mean, generally I know what I want, but I don't have goals. Real, possible, realistic goals. Dreams and hopes are not enough. I need to act instead of follow little streams of inspiration here or there that eventually taper off into nothing.
I'm not trying to discount the things I do have, like my friends and family, and above all my awesome husband. Together we have goals for the future, like plans for our life (his teaching job, our kids, buying a home, etc). But as far as goals for my personal fulfillment go, there's not much. Does that make sense? It sounds selfish, but everyone needs to be sometimes, about things like this. The question is, what do I want to get out of life, and what can I, personally, put into it to make it the best it can be?
The first thing that comes to mind is to really get into my writing. I want this, I just haven't been taking it seriously enough. I need to write a novel, and try to publish it. That's a goal for me...it has been for a while, but now I think it is really important for me to do it--to find more worth within myself, and meaning. Maybe, through this, I can find my true life's calling.
I also think I should try to learn new things. I am always afraid of taking risks and failing at things, but life is too short to think that way anymore. I could learn a musical instrument or work on a new talent. I could take a completely random class next semester just to see if I'd like it (like business or astronomy). I could try something I've always been afraid to do.
I know I won't do most of those things, but lately I have been desiring to add meaning to my existence. It just seems so vital right now.
If you have been reading this, feel free to comment and answer the question, "Where do you find meaning in your life?" I am truly interested to see what you have to say.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Um. Okay.
Today, as I waited for the bus to go home from school, I was talking on my cell phone with my sister Jana. As I stood there and chatted (and I swear I wasn't even being obnoxious or annoying) this fat, red-headed guy came up to me. He stood--I kid you not--no more than a foot away from me, and and as he invaded my personal space he held his hand up to his face to look like a phone and said something to the effect of, "Hello. I'm doing great, how about you?" He then smiled, hung up his imaginary phone, and walked away. It's not even like I was the only person at the bus stop on my cell phone...was he trying to make fun of me or something? He didn't seem quite right in the head to begin with...
Ahh, I love public transportation.
Ahh, I love public transportation.
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