After much diligent web-crawling, my intrepid husband has found a way to salvage our site from disaster. Though to tell the truth the worst that could happen is it would “go down,” or remain untouched – not that much of a disaster, as nobody knows about this site yet (“yet,” in the hopes that perhaps people will in the future). Also as a result of this I have begun to play around in HTML, which I quickly realized is a cumbersome and awkward method for communicating on the Internet. However, as Blogger.com uses HTML I shall too.
Please give us input on how you like the site! If, for instance, the colors clash – my green makes your eyes want to bug out and Ian’s blue makes you feel like stabbing yourself in the heart with a butter knife – do let us know. Also any improvements of color or style we will listen to and mock behind your back. I’m sorry the comments section is not up yet, but until it is feel free to email. I don’t get emails anyway, so that might just be exciting for me.
The day is shaping up to be a very nothing type day. I have high hopes that I will, in fact, do some work “later.” Who knows when that shall be. Fortunately this first part of the semester – A Term – has turned out to be something of a break for me. It’s easing into school, because despite the fact I do have work, for some reason it’s all quite easy. For instance, in math he just taught us The Quadratic Formula, which even an underdeveloped slug would have known since 7th grade. I’m sorry to admit that was the only class I placed into for math, and now as I am switching to being an English major, I don’t even need to take that class.
In fact, you might ask why I am taking 2 science classes and 1 math class when I plan on doing English. The answer is: don’t ask. I spent many hours agonizing over that sorry set of coincidences myself, and I’d rather not relive them by explaining it. The upside is that I have lots of free (read: “dead”) time and do actually enjoy my classes for the most part. The worst they are is boring, not excruciatingly difficult.
– KF –
I’ve learned today that nothing goes as easily as it should. Never believe that marriage is easy; I didn’t expect it to be, and still it is harder than I expected. These comments stem from the fact that, even as you look at this site, it’s causing us more bother than it is worth. So many good ideas go down painfully; I think this two blogs/one page deal may be one of them. Scrollbars everywhere are unattractive as are vast white spaces and those appear to be the future of this blog if it remains dual.
Hopefully that’s not an indication of how our marriage will go.
Well – this is IT, as they say. By writing this I commit to blog with the hope that somebody besides me will read it occasionally. Frankly I’m not sure quite the correct way to go about this whole blogging thing, or at least how to begin it; I’ve been living all this time before, and it’s not as though I can miraculously review my life in a succinct paragraph like they might ask you to do in Biology.
Biology, my joy and my disappointment. I truly thought I would be a Biology major; I really did. Yet here I am, copping out and taking what some circles call a “soft degree” in English…. Hopefully. If I’m exceedingly lucky I will finish in another couple years. The question now becomes: does it matter if I finish in four years? Can I not just come home, for Washington will always be my home, and finish school somewhere there? I am not so committed to Clark as I was last year, for daily I see maybe one person I know or maybe two if I’m exceedingly lucky. All this to say that, like many other people at this point in their lives, I’m not sure where God is calling me to be. Or if He is calling me at all. I hear all these good Christians talk about God calling them to a career, or to a certain place, or He “gives them a heart for .” (Fill in the blank) Yet is that God? Do superimpose their desires onto God’s will, thinking to themselves, “I enjoy working on computers. That must be what God wants me to do with my life.”
My friends, I do not have the answers to the questions I ask. But through it all I also know that, where there is God—for surely there is, and He is alive—there is deep, abiding love. More than that I cannot say, but as He loves us so He will care for us one way or another.