This is for you...

JENNA*




*For people who don't understand. I promised Jena, one of my youth group members, that I would write a post on my blog that would simply be her name.

One of those "What does it all mean?" Phases

Recently my main girl received not one but TWO random e-mails from boys of the past. We couldn't help but wonder.....why?
Why now, of all times, do these boys come back into the picture? What caused this sudden desire for reconciliation? Are these guys pulling a Rob Gordon? Going through the list of women in their life that may have done them wrong or they had done wrong to.

One of those "what does it all mean?" phases?

Do all guys go through this? The need to reach into the past and make right what went wrong? Does this stem from the whole "problem solver" in all guys?
Women, by nature, analyze everything. We (referring to all women) only assume that guys don't analyze or at least...don't analyze as much as us. During the relationship we are in constant communication with our girlfriends about what he really means behind his words and actions. Our "what does it all mean?" phase occurs throughout the relationship--whereas guys' embark on that journey a while after it ends.
Do women still think about these former boyfriends, friends, etc.?
Yes. Yes, of course.
Among my women friends, we don't get back in contact with them after years of non-communication. Unless we were friends pretty shortly after separating I don't see myself and my women friends contacting people from our past. Sometimes you just grow apart. The investment in the relationship fell through and that's okay.
Ang's and my question though, was, why now?
What's going on in thier lives that they have the need to rekindle the convo-fire? More importantly do they want to be friends with YOU or do they just someone to talk to?
I guess these guys just have to figure things out and in figuring things out they contact long lost friends.
This also just proves my point that my life resembles High Fidelty much more than I would like it to at times.

*I do realize that in writing this post-I fall victim to female analyzation and into a "what does it all mean?" phase. However, this is different. It just is.*

It's my kinda town

Friday brought a b-e-a-utiful day outside and my mini-road trip to Chicago. I've never been to Chicago--I think we may have driven past it on the way to my aunt and uncles house back in the day. This time I drove into downtown and took in the sights, smells, and sounds of a real city.

As many of you know...I am a city girl. Bonafied. Cities are where it's at. Chicago has all the things you love about a city. Great food, great public transportation, museums and culture, people everywhere. It was so great to walk out of the parking garage, where I had put Sebastian down for his afternoon siesta, into a bunch of people walking to lunch or to meetings. City people have such purpose to thier walking. They may not even be going anywhere of huge purpose-it could just be to the store to get more milk or something. The manner in which they walk, however, is purposeful.

My purpose was the Art Institute of Chicago. I took my time looking at various Chicago landmarks (Sears tower, Chicago theatre, Bergdorrf's restuarant, etc). I finally got there and was able to walk around to hang with my men and women of masterpiece. Renior, Dali, Picasso, Cezanne, Monet, Seurat, Chagall, O'Keefe, Hesse. All the gang was there. Matisse was absent, he was off doing some research.

Here are some pictures of the wonderful collection:
Cezanne's "Basket of Apples"

Chagall's "The Circus Rider"

Picasso's "The Old Guitarist" (If you can look closely--look at how he painting the hands and arms in detail with the shadow and shape)

I closed out my day in Chicago people watching outside Sears tower, eating a PotBelly (apparently fammous in Chicago) sub/hogie while reading my book, more walking around just taking it all in. City life. Honking horns, people hailing taxi's. I walked back to Sebastian and headed home happy with my mini-adventure in a great city like Chicago.

The sun shone througout the day and when I started to head east on I-94 towards home it started to trickle rain but an amazing hazy sunset guided me.

Nerd Diva

It has been a while since I last wrote. The multiple comments, e-mails, etc. have reached their brink and I will succumb and write a post.

I have experienced a whole bunch this past month. First and foremost. I have made a new friend here in G-Rap. Her name is Kristine. She is a fellow SLF(Single Lutheran Female).

*****WOMEN OF THE WORLD******
If you are Lutheran, have attended any of the Concordias and graduated with OUT your MRS. degree or even a prospect of a MRS. degree you can proudly be classified as a SLF. Bonus points if you are a Professional Church worker.

Kristine and I enjoy drinking some beer, talking about crazy (in a good way) kids we work with, and watching Colin Firth movies....esp. Pride & Prejudice. We also discuss, big surprise, boys.

Recently, she and I celebrated Halloween with a little karaoke. She dressed up as a saucy feather boa bearing high school teacher. I myself was an 80's nerd. See picture:



She and I ventured into downtown Grand Rapids to a pub, The Black Rose. Monday is kareoke night at the Black Rose. After she worked a day at the Lutheran high school and I a day working at the church. An evening of beer and song (not beer songs mind you) lay before us. We arrived an hour and half early and stuck around until karaoke began. Finally the time came and Kristine, being a newbie at this whole karaoke thing, did not sing. I made up for her shyness by singing my classic : vogue. I thought it was very fitting given my choice of costume.

After that--we decided that we both had to be up early the next day, and we are no spring chicken anymore so we made our way home.

I was happily surprised to walk back to my car in the rain. A much needed rain in West MI and was a great close to our evening of Halloween karaoke fun.