I love my mom. She's one of my favorite people in the whole, wide world. I love our "Mommy/Neenie adventures" which usually consist of trying new ethnic restaurants or cool artsy, cultural things; I love that I can call her when I'm having a hard day and ask for an "over the phone hug" (something which originated somewhere between the tornado and living all alone in a little city in Iowa-hehe); and I love that she and my dad come down to visit me in Iowa every few months.
I love that she raised James and I to love reading and learning, and that our family was the one that my friends made jokes about because when we had them over for dinner in middle school, we were discussing the scientific reason for green lettuce. I love that she told me that "friends come and go, but you'll always have your little brother," and raised James and I in a family where it was normal for family members to be such close friends. Most of all, though, I love that she and my dad raised us to love Jesus and want to glorify him in every part of our lives, and that they show us the love, mercy, and sacrifice of Christ in their own lives.
Yep, my mom is pretty amazing And writing about her was fun; you'll have to tune in in June to hear all about the wonderfullness that is my dad-hehe.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
. . . et j'adore la musique . . .
So, lately I've had to "cool down" before going to bed, which usually means spending half an hour wasting time on the computer or watching TV, etc. before I can actually hope to sleep if I went to bed. And since I just got back a little while ago, I decided to wind down by blogging.
I went to the Cedar Rapids symphony tonight. I carpooled with a guy named Andrew who didn't have a ride, and it was fun to get to meet someone new from my department. The symphony did two more recent Czech pieces and Dvorak's ninth symphony. And they were really good! I assumed that they'd be decent because of all the different schools around with big music programs (hence, faculty), but I was still impressed. Not the Minnesota Orchestra, but definitely at a professional level I only thought was found in big cities.
Anyway, I have a habit of closing my eyes at times throughout concerts. It started when I was really young and made up stories to go with the music, and then it became a "I don't want to be distracted" thing . . . though I admit, I still sometimes ignore any music history I know and make up stories to go along with the music. And I love (!) Dvorak's ninth. I know that it's on everyone's "top 10" list, but I guess there's a reason for that-haha.
On the way back, Andrew got a text from a guy that had been in one of my classes last semester and was invited to a bonfire. I offered to take him there and just got out of the car to say hello to Paul. Turned out, I knew almost everyone who was there, even though they were all second and third year students. So, I ended up staying twenty minutes and talking. It was fun. However, the cool spring air and my cold didn't get along too well, and I came home to curl up in a blanket and drink warm lemon-flavored tea.
It was a good evening. I love music. So much. I really miss that part of my life. Hopefully this summer, I'll get a "practice mute" for my horn so that I don't have to leave the apartment to practice :-)
I went to the Cedar Rapids symphony tonight. I carpooled with a guy named Andrew who didn't have a ride, and it was fun to get to meet someone new from my department. The symphony did two more recent Czech pieces and Dvorak's ninth symphony. And they were really good! I assumed that they'd be decent because of all the different schools around with big music programs (hence, faculty), but I was still impressed. Not the Minnesota Orchestra, but definitely at a professional level I only thought was found in big cities.
Anyway, I have a habit of closing my eyes at times throughout concerts. It started when I was really young and made up stories to go with the music, and then it became a "I don't want to be distracted" thing . . . though I admit, I still sometimes ignore any music history I know and make up stories to go along with the music. And I love (!) Dvorak's ninth. I know that it's on everyone's "top 10" list, but I guess there's a reason for that-haha.
On the way back, Andrew got a text from a guy that had been in one of my classes last semester and was invited to a bonfire. I offered to take him there and just got out of the car to say hello to Paul. Turned out, I knew almost everyone who was there, even though they were all second and third year students. So, I ended up staying twenty minutes and talking. It was fun. However, the cool spring air and my cold didn't get along too well, and I came home to curl up in a blanket and drink warm lemon-flavored tea.
It was a good evening. I love music. So much. I really miss that part of my life. Hopefully this summer, I'll get a "practice mute" for my horn so that I don't have to leave the apartment to practice :-)
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