Thursday, June 29, 2006

Gettin' On My Soapbox Again



Ever since I've been back in Lodi, I've been at war... not with a who... but with a WHAT. I have been at war with the television. Jeni and I made the decision not to have a TV in our apartment in Hawaii and so we are very shielded from the media in an wonderful way. When I first got back to Lodi, the images on the screen made my eyes hurt- they moved too fast, I couldn't follow what was going on (no joke!) and I still can't tell if a lot of these "reality" shows are real or fake! So it started with my eyes hurting... then my head began to ache as I processed all the information coming at me at warp speed. But just today I realize how dangerous the media can be not just for my eyes and head, but for my heart.

Everyone has those "soapbox" issues which will light their fire in an instant. For me, one of my main issues that I am passionate about the way young women view themselves in light of what the media tells them. I have sat with girls all the way as young as 13 to people my age and listened to their woes about the way they look. They are not skinny enough, not muscular enough, they don't have the right clothes, makeup, the latest hairstyle, jewelry... and on and on it goes. And as they talk, all I can think about is what words to say to convince them they are beautiful just the way they are. Most times, I come up short. Or maybe I'll be effective, but then eventually, after two hours of watching TV, these precious women will be right back where they started. As women, you all know exactly what I am talking about.

So, why am I bringing this all up? Because I am so fascinated (and frustrated) with my ability to encourage others and see their beauty and then turn to the mirror just as quickly to see my own need for improvement! And I believe we are all this way. For me, I get caught in this vicious cycle of caring... then not caring... then caring... then not caring... and I am wondering when it all ends. At the end of my life, am I going to look back and remember how great I looked? Or am I going to remember the amazing people God put in my life... I am pretty sure I will be thinking about my life experiences, not how I looked. And conversely, are people going to remember me for the way I looked or for the way I treated them and others around me? And if we're all honest, we can all agree that despite all the messages we are attacked with every day, looking great is pretty meaningless. At least, we understand that in our head... but what about in our heart?

Like most everything, the focus on outward beauty is actually a heart issue. What is going on in our heart that makes us think our beauty is the key to happiness? What lies have we bought into... what lies are we passing on to women younger than us? The reason I am going as far as calling them lies is because, well.... they are lies. Beauty, wealth, fame won't make you happy. We can simply take a look at history to see the drug induced deaths of so many rich and famous people. Happy people aren't addicted to alcohol and drugs. But even that doesn't make it a lie... it's a lie because it contradicts the Bible. Now those of you who aren't Christians, please don't stop reading now... I'm almost done and you might want to hear this.

A lot of people resist Christianity because they think it will infringe upon their life, take away their fun and lock them down into a set of rules. But believing in Christ is actually freedom! Freedom to love, freedom to forgive, freedom to let go, and most relevant to this topic- freedom to say NO to all the worldly expectations society puts on you. Every single day, the world (even though it seems impossible it could become even worse) is becoming increasingly opposite of the message of the Bible. The Bible says, "Love others", the world says, "Take care of yourself because no one else will", the Bible says all the money in the world will inevitably pass away and is therefore irrelevant, the world says money creates happiness... and on and on it goes. And here is what the Bible says about beauty:

Do not let your adornment be outward; arranging the hair, wearing gold, or putting on fine apparel; rather let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God.
1 Peter 3:3-4


All flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of the grass.
The grass withers, and its flower falls away,
But the word of the Lord endures forever.
1 Peter 1:24-25

What this last passage means is that everything here on earth will all pass away (we can all agree on that) but the only thing that will last is what the Word of God (the Bible) says.
So why do we do it? And I guess I'm asking the question mostly to myself. Why do I obsess about something that I know in my head won't last forever anyway? The answer is pretty clear... because I'm letting the world decide what is important. And that is why my head and my heart hurt. The solution? Its actually pretty easy- and way more rewarding than spending more time in the gym of working longer hours. My heart needs to be focussed on Jesus. My heart, my time, my mind need to be focussed on the plan that God has for my life... and trust me, it has nothing to do with wearing a size 4 Prada dress. And that is where the freedom comes in. Instead of obsessing about myself, I can get interested in what is going on in other people's lives. I'll have the time to really care about others because my mind won't be occupied with thoughts of myself. We only have so much brain space... we can either use it to focus on others or to care about ourselves.

Ok, this is getting long. My bottom line is this: as women in the real world, we need to take back control of what beauty is. Beauty truly is found on the inside and its time we start telling each other that... over and over again if necessary! Mothers, tell your daughters that.... and their friends! Daughters, tell your mothers that... and their friends! Because, ladies, we ain't taking these bodies with us when we go so let yourself let go of those expectations and free yourself of being a prisoner of your own mind!

Before I go, I should say that there is nothing wrong with being pretty and skinny! Nothing at all. And there's nothing wrong with being healthy. But, what is wrong is the obsession of being pretty and skinny. Some people have it naturally and I say, "Get it girl!" but I'm writing for the rest of us who have to work at beauty.

I'm going to go eat something I actually like for lunch and not count the fat grams... or calories... or carbs... or whatever else we're supposed to be counting! :)

-Jaime


Monday, June 26, 2006

Mi casa es su casa

I don't think we ever put pictures of our new apartment up and I came across this one so I thought I upload it. It's not very inclusive of the whole place... but you can see it has been a serious upgrade!!! :)

Jeni and I did fine in the one bedroom all year, but once we moved, I wondered how we ever lived in such a small place. Also, the other place was in serious need of a paint job and a bathroom remodel. That sounds snobby... but its more for sanitary reasons. Gross, I know, but it was the type of place that no matter how much you cleaned, it never looked clean. You know it's bad when you have to apologize and explain to your guests that everything really is clean even if it doesn't look like it! :)

But our new place was completely painted floor to ceiling and has all new carpet. When we go back to Hawaii, I promise to take more pictures. In this picture, one bath is straight ahead, I'm standing in one of the bedrooms taking the picture, the kitchen is to the immediate right, the front door and porch are to the left and the second bedroom is to the right of the bathroom straight ahead. How's that for a virtual tour??? :)

Saturday, June 24, 2006

What in the world???

Since I have been home, I have been trying to organize all my pictures from Africa and save them in the right place so I don't lose them. My computer in Hawaii crashed and died so I am really paranoid about technological breakdown and losing everything... hey, it could happen to you too! :)

But anyway, as I was ordering some prints (the best solution I've come up with so far for preserving photos) I ran across this picture someone took of me in Africa. I think it's so funny because it looks like someone Photoshopped me into the picture.

I'm trying to figure out what was going on in my mind and why I was making this face and this is the best I've come up with:

At this point in the trip, I was kind of sick (maybe a little delirious)

plus it was really hot (adds to the delirium)

plus I was trying to not to drink a lot of water because I was doing everything humanly possible to not have to use the outhouses here. When you look down the "bowl" (otherwise known as a hole in the ground), all you can see are thousands of cockroaches. And guess what happens when you go to the bathroom! They get scared and RUN UP OUT OF THE HOLE! Yup, no lie. And yes, eventually, I had to use that outhouse. Hehehe... eeeewwwww....

plus I don't think I thought I was really in picture.

All of these things add up to me making a ridiculous face while these poor children and standing behind me. Sorry if its insensitive, I just report the facts.

'Tis the Season!

Well, it seems like the whole world was pregnant this year and we have finally met so many little precious ones lately. Two of my personal favorites are my new niece (close enough, ok?) Norah Grace, daughter of Ben and Sarah and most recently Zara Elizabeth, daughter of Ashley and Joel.
Congratulations you guys!!!
Norah Grace
Zara Elizabeth

Thursday, June 22, 2006


Mad props to Chuck and Kitty Elson for a slammin' Father's Day dinner yo. You killed it, son!

Sunday, June 18, 2006

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY DAD!


We love ya big guy!!!

Monday, June 12, 2006

Nasty Men

Our mom might not read our blog very often, but she is great about giving us books about men. My personal two favorites are "Nasty Men" and "If Singleness Is a Gift, What's the Return Policy." Yeah, you read those right (I know, the more you read our blog, the more you understand our late-in-life singleness).

Out of the two, I'd have to recommend "Nasty Men" as a must-read. For all my single sistahs out there... there's something for everyone in this book. If you've got a guy hanging around that you'd like to get rid of- or maybe one just got rid of you... or maybe you're just in the mood to pick a fight tonight... I don't know, but this is definitely the book for you. Each chapter gives the "tale-tell" signs of the guys that you need to stay away from. Each chapter is named after specific types of jerks. For example, the "Cro-Magnum" (total male chavenist**spelling** pig). There's the "Don Juan", the "Liar", the "Mama's Boy" and on and on. Trust me, there's a chapter for every guy you could come across. I don't know why this is on my mind (I think I am missing my "Nasty Men" book- it's currently in California), but there must be someone out there who needs to hear it tonight. Girl, it ain't you..... it's that NASTY MAN! :) And I'm betting that he's a chapter 10 with a little mix of chapters 3 and 5.

And for those of you men who thinks this sounds bitter, turn to page 154.... you know you nasty!

-Jeni

These darn cold sores have kept me from a modeling career my whole life...

Well, I'd have to say that this past week, I have been the walking poster girl for the expression, "When it rains, it pours." I've had a pretty rough ten days or so... in case you were wondering why I have been so silent on the blogging side of life, basically I contracted the bubonic plague, but I'm ok now. No seriously, I was extremely sick. Sick enough to contemplate calling an ambulance one day while Jeni was at school. I thought I just had a quick bout with the flu, but as the days went on, I got sicker and sicker. On Tuesday of this week I was so sick that I was convinced I had malaria. After a ton of tests, the doctor thinks it was some stomach bacteria infection (YUM!). Could have been contracted in Africa, probably will never know though. All I know is it was terrible. I couldn't move, cook, clean (AH!), or leave the house for seven whole days. For four of those days, I just laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling. But praise the Lord for strong antibiotics! I am finally up and around. I had to miss the last week of school. It wasn't too bad because they let seniors out of school two weeks early so I had no students... but still it felt weird to miss work for five days.

School ended for Jeni too. We are at her classroom cleaning. To give you an idea of what the classroom looks like, a student walked in on Friday and asked her, "Did your students run around and ruin your classroom today?" But I have to say, she is a cleaning machine today! Look at her go. "Go Jeni, get busy!" I am pretty much out of energy, but we've still got a long way to go.

Here's a question for my friends... what does it mean when your car kind of turns over, but doesn't start? I think it's my battery, but someone suggested an alternator???

-Jaime

Friday, June 02, 2006

The scoops!

It has been a while since I’ve been able to write. Since I’ve been back from Africa, I have been in super high stress mode trying to get all of my students graduated. I am happy to report that 15 out of my 15 students made it! But it totally required ALL of my time and energy… lunches, recesses, after school and every minute of class.

So, school officially ends next Friday for Jeni and I. We are planning on spending about three weeks in California… but we might have to swim because the tickets are running about $800 for each person right now!

But, we have been having the same ol’ crazy things happening. I have been trying to take pictures to capture all the fun… here’s the brief rundown:

A couple of weeks ago, Jeni and I got brave (and dumb) and went to an overnight laser tag outing with the junior high group… yeah… it was pretty fun for the first hour. We didn’t leave church until 11pm which is already past our bedtime and then had to go all the way into Honolulu and didn't come home til seven the next day. But we survived and the only bad thing that happened was I got the “girly” gun pack that made it impossible for people to shoot me because I was so awful. Hmmm…

We have been enjoying our new house and had our first dinner party. Yeah, it was pretty much the most romantic night ever :). We cooked garlic shrimp on our new outdoor wok. Yum!!!

Also, Jeni has turned into a sun goddess and yesterday burst through the front door and grabbed her suit all in one motion. Then she yelled, “We’re losing sun! I’m going without you if you don’t hurry!!!” Whoa buddy, take it easy!!! But it’s been nice actually taking advantage of living right across the street from the beach. Then we go swimming since the waves have finally calmed down. The only downside is seeing my students while I’m in a suit. I’m still trying to figure out who is more traumatized… them or me :) (I think they are.)

In more recent news, Jeni went wild yesterday and cut down a banana tree. I am not all that of an environmentalist, but I was pretty upset about it. She really, really thinks that after you pick the bananas, you’re supposed to cut the trunk down so it will grow again! I finally went inside because I’m really trying to JUST SAY NO to the ridiculous things she tries to involve me in. This was a first step! I’m so proud of myself, even if I’m a little sad there’s one less banana tree in the world.

The King...


I love the minds of kindergarteners. So pure and undefiled by the world.

Today we worked on the /ing/ blend. They had to write a sentence that started with "The king."
Here are some examples of what they wrote:



The king is nice to me. he gives me a toys.
The king and Queen got mare and eve bt was lafe so nat was ok vatwaso ok.
Translation: The king and queen got married and everybody was laughing and it was ok because they didn't care.
The king is ne luf ref the queen. I like the king is kag. I like the king (me too!).
Translation: The king is in love with the queen. I like the king he is nice. I like the king.
The king and queen get marnied. Avebude comes to the weding. Tha war prite klos sum war faseklas. And tha look prite.
Translation: The king and queen get married. Everybody comes to the wedding. They wear pretty clothes. Some wear fake clothes. And they look pretty.