anna and ian: life on the green line

we've got more bounce in California...

2012-02-18T12:06:00.000-05:00

Thanks to Caleb and Tina's wedding, at the end of January we had the perfect excuse to leave wintry New England behind for sunnier southern California. At least for an extended weekend.

We packed Thursday evening and were in bed by 10 p.m. (where we watched an episode of Castle). By planning mix-and-match outfits, I packed so light I could even fit my neck pillow in my suitcase. And my personal item was my purse, not a giant backpack. We're getting scarily good at the minimalist-travel-out-of-a carry-on thing.

Friday morning we were up bright and early to catch our 8:30 a.m. JetBlue direct flight to LA. After AirTran connections over Christmas, JetBlue's cushy seats, exceptional legroom, unlimited snacks, free cable, and absence of layovers made us feel like we were in first class. That feeling increased when the flight attendant who accidentally cut between us in the security line gave us free adult beverages to make up for it (even though we only drank half of what we got and I finished Ian's Bloody Mary mixer sans vodka; that stuff is good).

Jordan met us at the airport and drove us to his fiancee's apartment in Pasadena, where Brittany had prepared lunch. After catching up over salad and fresh seared ahi tuna, Ian and I headed to Hemet in Brittany's car. They shared Jordan's truck for a day so we wouldn't have to rent anything. Amazing.

Confession: While cruising down the freeway, I forced Ian to listen to the whole Win a Date with Tad Hamilton soundtrack, because I can't think of LA without getting "More Bounce in California" stuck in my head. I don't think he minded though. (right Ian?)

The wedding was on an old property in Hemet, formerly a retreat for the likes of Marilyn Monroe, Clark Gable, and Charlie Chaplain. The family of one of Caleb's college professors is restoring it as a new retreat for groups. And it made a beautiful backdrop for the wedding.

We had so much fun catching up with friends we hadn't seen in years; we picked up just where we left off. Those are the best kind of friends.

After the rehearsal and barbeque on the lawn, I helped Caleb and groomsmen mix up 20 gallons of sangria, their signature reception cocktail, in 5 gallon water jugs (I fulfilled Tina's requirement for a helper that wouldn't "taste test"). Ian helped string lights in the big party tree. And then we crashed at 8:30 p.m. PST while the wedding party went to the hot tub to relax. The coast to coast time change just kills you.

The time change also gave us an early morning, which involved a Starbucks + doughnut run, decorating the party tree with hanging tissue paper pom poms, second breakfast with the Kafkas, and music practice for Ian. We topped it all off with lunch at In-N-Out: a day I've dreamed of for the past 4+ years.

And before we knew it, it was wedding time.

Tina was beautiful, and I'm pretty sure Caleb teared up just a bit as she walked down the aisle with her dad.

After the ceremony, we grabbed our coats and headed to the lawn for dinner (Thai) and dancing under the party tree. The wedding party flash mob shuffled to "Party Rock Anthem" right after the couple's first dance, which got everyone on the dance floor. We rocked out until midnight (EST, i.e. 9 p.m. local), then headed back to Pasadena and crashed on Brittany's pull-out sofa.

Sunday, we squeezed in as much as we could: church, Din Tai Fung (which we've been craving since Singapore), Huntington Library (specifically the gardens), a quick tour of Fuller (where Jordan + Brittany go to seminary), an awesome slow cooker dinner, a lot of theological discussions, and a walk around the neighborhood with Brie (Jordan's golden retriever).

We even were able to meet up with our good friend Nathan Monday morning for breakfast before heading back to LAX.

Our flight home was smooth and relatively pain free: an hour delay at the gate due to technical difficulties translated into free in-flight movies. Moneyball was fantastic, so thanks JetBlue for the delay!

Congratulations Caleb + Tina; you'll love being married. And thanks Jordan + Brittany; we can't wait to see you again (at your wedding!) in June.

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recipe for a happy Valentine's Day

2012-02-14T14:46:00.005-05:00

Say yes to dessert.

Hope you have a great one!

thankful list | December + January

2012-01-31T12:22:00.000-05:00

01. autoplay on Hulu when my strained back confined me to the sofa.
02. discovering Once Upon a Time when I needed a diversion (see above).
03. a rolling chair at work so I didn't have to get up so much.
04. being in a reading mood again.
05. Ian finishing the last two LARE sections (results in 3 months).
06. MUTEMATH live.
07. a date to The Nutcracker.
08. CookieFest 2011.
09. freshly waxed eyebrows and a dinner date to celebrate.
10. smooth travels and only an hour flight delay.
11. the art of packing for 10 days in a carry-on.
12. a sweet brother-in-law who shopped for us at IKEA.
12. the drive to Denver with Ian when we had to exchange items at IKEA.
13. Swedish meatball consumption because Ian forgot to send Ren frame dimensions.
14. Grandma Judy driving out to see us.
15. updated family photos with Dane, Micki and Ren.
16. gold toenails with extra sparkles.
17. Grandma Marilyn's fall resulting only in a shoulder fracture, nothing worse.
18. being around when Grandma Marilyn fell so we could take care of her.
19. tasty Christmas dinner even when it's late and reheated.
20. incredibly thoughtful gifts from everyone.
21. Creatures, the card game.
22. Grandpa's WWII stories in digital format. I almost cried.
23. using Grandma's old Encyclopedia to answer trivia questions.
24. seeing cows dotted across the prairie under a vibrant sunset.
25. a walk down the farm road.
26. potato sausage and rhubarb pie.
27. friends everywhere we go (miss you, thanks for driving and hosting us).
28. A great anniversary spent on the Plaza in KC.
29. warm fuzzy sweaters and hiking socks when it's 10 degrees outside.
30. Wen's cookies.
31. new music on a cold dreary day.
32. kiwi.
33. Suburgatory (cold outside = more tv inside).
34. quick trips to the MFA thanks to our membership.
35. Old Try's BCS championship watch party.
36. dinners + great conversations with old and new Boston friends.
37. minimal damage (only laundering needed) when our radiator turn into a geyser.
38. a trip to California in January.
39. picking up exactly where left off with old friends.
40. Caleb + Tina's wedding.
41. Jordan and Brittany offering to loan us a car for a day + host us.
42. palm trees.
43. Din Tai Fung.
44. In-N-Out Burger.
45. JetBlue's leg room and snacks.
46. free movies because of a delayed flight home.
47. our bed.

assumptions.

2012-01-25T12:05:00.002-05:00

"Hi! Are you waiting for the bus?" the woman asks as she arrives at the bus stop. She's well dressed in long coat, bundled against the cold New England weather that finally arrived with the new year.

"Yup." We are at the bus stop, after all, I think to myself.

From under a big hooded coat, she asks, "What bus you are taking?" followed by "Where you are going?" and informs us she just had dinner with a friend. Her trip home is long apparently, and she has to work tomorrow.

We recommend a different bus to give her a more direct route.

She listens as if considering our suggestion, then cautiously declines. "I don't think so. I know where I'm going."

At this point it dawns on me. Her awkward questioning tactics. The slight slur blending the spaces between slowly enunciated words. The hesitancy to change from the familiar. She might be special needs.

"What bus are you taking?" she asks again, and now I am sure.

She goes on to tell me about her job at Lord & Taylor. It doesn't quite fit with the mental image I have begun to construct, but it would explain the coat and designer handbag. She mentions something about stocking.

After my answer to each question she asks and my agreement to each statement she makes, she pauses long enough to give the impression that the conversation is over, then launches in again with awkward, ill-fitting replies. My phone tells me we will be waiting for at least five more minutes. I want to talk to Ian instead, but how can I be rude to someone like her? So I respond. Agreeing that, yes 10 a.m. to 7 p.m. makes for a very long, exhausting work day.

"Nine hours straight is a lot."

"We get an hour break for lunch."

Eight hour work days twice a week. Must be rough. I remind myself to extend grace. She continues to complain, citing a busy holiday season with extra hours: almost 30 one week.

Finally the bus comes, and she says goodbye with a flourishing wave before she gets in line ahead of us.

As we sit down a few seats away from her, we exchange glances. "As soon as she asked us again what bus we were taking, I knew," Ian confides. "She's drunk, so I just zoned her out."

Oh.

Why is snow amazing?

2012-01-23T17:47:00.001-05:00

When the storm clears, kids with sleds appear. It makes my heart full.

Christmas 2011, or 4,811 miles in 12 days

2012-01-19T13:08:00.001-05:00

Boston - Atlanta - Denver: 2,149 miles

We finished our packing early the night before (11 p.m. as opposed to after midnight), and the next morning our friends John and Erin were kind enough to drive us to the airport. Our flight left at 8:30 a.m. instead of our usual 6 a.m. cheapest option, we had a sit down lunch in the Atlanta airport, and our second flight was only delayed an hour despite the big snowstorm in Denver. Aside from my seat's lack of padding, the falling airplane interior wall panels, and window shade that wouldn't stay up, it was the smoothest trip home in a while.

Denver - Bennett - IKEA - Goodland: 269 miles

While waiting in Atlanta, Ian confirmed with Ren, chauffeur/brother, that we could detour to IKEA to pick up frames for some Advent Conspiracy art we planned to gift. Ren offered to do even better: little Sweden was on his way so he could pick up the frames for us. Ian texted the style and price before we boarded the plane. Ren met us at the airport with the frames, then the plan was to continue on to Bennett, meet up with their cousin Ryan, and then drive on home. Until we realized Ian forgot to tell Ren the most important detail for frame procurement: dimensions. We dropped Ren off with Ryan in Bennett, then drove back to IKEA where we made the most of our frame-exchange delay by indulging in Swedish meatballs and lingonberry jam while recounting our favorite childhood Christmas memories.

Two hours later than originally planned, family and cats greeted us with open arms. The next two days were filled with family photos, good food, and quality time. Since we aren't home often, we've got to make it count. (And thanks Grandma Judy, for driving down from Smith County to spend time with us!)

Goodland - Dodge City: 193 miles

We packed up again and right after the Christmas Eve service, we headed down to Dodge. Yes, the same one as "get the heck outta." Despite missing a few people (Jim, Syd, and Karla) we had a great Christmas planned. Presents in our pajamas, football, basketball, and prime rib.

We timed the meat for dinner at 4 p.m. And right at 3:50 p.m., Grandma Marilyn fell. She tripped on the desk in the spare bedroom and hurt her shoulder (we found out later that night it was a compression fracture). Dane, Debbie, and Susan rushed Grandma to the hospital while the rest of us held down the fort. Which also involved taking care of Adam, who had just come down with a stomach bug. We ended up eating dinner in two shifts, and doing a lot of furniture moving to accommodate Grandma. She felt so bad for "ruining" Christmas, but we were just glad we were there to help out (Grandma, we're so thankful you're doing better!).

Dodge City - Oakley: 134 miles
After all the excitement in Dodge, we were thankful for some low key time with my family, which involved Settlers of Catan, Creatures, a cute new sandwich shop, Mexican food, and Sherlock Holmes 2.

And not that I didn't like my family before, but the older we get, the more fun it is to be together. Maybe it's because we don't see each other that often, maybe it's because I'm no longer the bossy big sister (right guys?), maybe it's because Mom and Dad are more relaxed, or maybe growing up is making all of our age differences irrelevant. Whatever the reason, we had a blast playing games and catching up on life.

Oakley - Farm: 255 miles
After a few relaxing days in Oakley, we were back on the road, on our way to Grandma's farm. We paused in Hays for lunch at Freddy's to meet up with a high school friend, and arrived at our destination by late afternoon.

I could wax poetic about Kansas. How I've missed the vast plains, the endless sky, the countless stars, the quiet, the fields of wheat stubble speckled with cows, the simple life. I appreciate the opportunities Boston affords us, but it's grounding to visit your roots every so often.

After dinner, we opened presents; because Grandma said, "well, I s'pose we'd just as well get it out of the way." And I choked up when I opened the cd set from Aunt Coleen, Uncle Eldred, Brian, and Ellen. All of Grandpa's cassette tapes recording his WWII stories are now in a digital format.

We stuffed ourselves on dinner, served on the good dishes. I could live on potato sausage and rhubarb pie. We watched How to Train Your Dragon, answered trivia questions with Grandma's 1966 encyclopedia set (old-school Google), looked through old photos, and wandered around the farm.

Farm - Manhattan - Topeka - KC: 198 miles

Saturday morning we woke up bright and early: Nathan had a 1 p.m. wedding to attend in Topeka, and he was our ride. We stopped in Manhattan for 1.5 hours while Nathan dressed up and repacked. Enough time to see Uncle Jim for 10 minutes, see Jordan and meet his lovely fiancee in 5 minutes, and sit down for breakfast and hot beverages (made by Steve, the best barista ever) at Bluestem Bistro with Britni and Joe. After two years, it was great to catch up in person.

We picked up Nathan, met Winston (best dog ever), left Nathan in Topeka with Sara to attend the wedding, and headed on to Kansas City for our anniversary. Our first stop was the new Kauffman Center, then we wandered the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art (with free special exhibit tickets and parking thanks to our MFA membership), had dinner at Aixois thanks to Nathan and Caleb's Christmas gift, drove around to see a few Sasaki projects in KC, and spent the night at the Southmoreland on the Plaza (for the third time, honeymoon and first anniversary being our previous stays).

KC - Atlanta - Boston: 1,613 miles
In the morning, we had a fantastic breakfast, walked around the Plaza, and then headed downtown to meet Nathan and Sara for lunch. It was so fun to get to know Sara and talk shop with both of them. After lunch, Megan picked us up and we hung out at Starbucks before heading to Karen and Jeremy's for the night. Our generous hosts even made us curry for dinner and waffles for breakfast before driving us to the airport (on their own anniversary, I might add).

Two uneventful flights later (and free checked bags thanks to a full first flight), we were home again. Unpacked and in bed by 11 p.m., even.

We are so blessed to have such wonderful and generous friends and family. To everyone who hosted us, drove us around, and took the time to see us, thank you. You make it worth the miles.

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MLK

2012-01-16T13:03:00.001-05:00

photo from the Library of Congress

All labor that uplifts humanity has dignity and importance and should be undertaken with painstaking excellence.

An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.

At the center of non-violence stands the principle of love.

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

—Martin Luther King, Jr.

MUTEMATH + Matt & Kim

2012-01-13T15:11:00.002-05:00

I would be remiss if I didn't note that we were able to see MUTEMATH when they rolled into town for WFNX's Miracle On Lansdowne Street in mid-December. Alex, one of Ian's good friends from work, and his girlfriend, Amanda, joined us for the show because Alex didn't want to miss his favorite band, Matt & Kim.

MUTEMATH, as expected, did not disappoint. No handstands on the keyboard, but they did play highlights from their older albums as well as their latest, Odd Soul. Ian especially loved how they transitioned between old and new songs. He has vowed we will be at their headlining show in March. And it could be just me reading the Relevant magazine article, but I think they seemed a lot more relaxed and happy.

After MUTEMATH came Matt & Kim. I'd only seen one of their music videos on YouTube before the show, so I knew they had a fun, catchy, upbeat vibe. What I didn't know was how crazy their shows are. High energy. Everything is "f***ing amazing." Nonstop smiles. Balloons everywhere. They aren't my new favorite band, but I must admit, it was pretty fun.

We also got in some good people watching. A drunk girl in front of us kept falling backwards, and the guy she kept ~~kissing~~ trying to eat was only halfheartedly preventing her from bumping into us. Another girl showed up, and a few minutes later the guy left with her, leaving drunk girl to jump around and fall all over us. After we left, Amanda gave us a fuller story thanks to seeing the non-drunk girl's text messages. Apparently she came with the guy, then the guy's ex-girlfriend, i.e. drunk girl, showed up and told her she loves him. Awkward. For everyone.

But what's a show without a crazy story, right?

a Christmas date to the Nutcracker

2012-01-10T21:09:00.000-05:00

We kept extra busy this Christmas season with working, being sick (I was super successful at that one for a whole week), and blogging our musical advent calendar. Who knew keeping up a daily blog series for 25 days straight would be so time consuming? But we did carve out some time for a special Christmas date.

Ian sent me a Google calendar invite (nerd alert) for a surprise date, and bought tickets to the Nutcracker. As I mentioned in our advent calendar, I've watched the PBS broadcast almost annually on Christmas night, but had never seen it live. Ian, ever the thoughtful romantic husband, decided to change that.

We started with pork soup dumplings at the Dumpling Cafe. Nothing can replace Din Tai Fung, which we discovered on our year-and-a-half-moon in Singapore, but it's as close as we can get in Boston.

Then we were off to the opera house.

This year's Nutcracker performance was the last season with the current set, costumes, and choreography. Which were amazing. We both couldn't believe how many times they changed the set during each act, and the dancing was beautiful. We especially loved the bear (who might be retiring to the south of France now that his 20 years of ballet have come to an end) and the mechanical toys. That a dancer can make you believe he or she is a wind up doll is astonishing.

We also enjoyed people watching. The Boston Opera House is a stunning piece of architecture, and a wide range of people sat in the audience, from elderly couples that probably were patrons of the ballet to folks that looked like they would be more comfortable in Southie eating pizza. All of the kids were dressed in their Christmas best. It almost makes me wish I had gotten a special Christmas dress. But even in our cozy sweaters, we fit right in.

Ian, thanks so much for a great evening. I love being married to you.

concrete aspirations 2012

2012-01-05T10:00:00.000-05:00

I like lists a little too much, I think. They can become a security blanket. I know what's next, but when the list gets long, I procrastinate. And I failed big on last year's long list of goals. So I'm trimming down this year's concrete aspirations. Just what I think I can do/want to do this year if I stretch just a little. (Italics are in progress.)

Figure out how to access Rosetta Stone once we get rid of the PC, then do the lessons (or use another system) at least once a week.
Write for “Riding with Charlie” once a month. (1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12)
Organize and clean up photos in iPhoto.
Make grandma’s cinnamon rolls, rolls, angel food cake, and potato sausage.
WiiFit 3x a week. I do well at the beginning of the year, then summer hits...
Read through Luke 10 times. (1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10)
Call or e-mail one friend each month. (1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12)
Write to Grandma once a month. (1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12)
Video chat with family twice a month. (1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12)
Go through Sacred Marriage and Celebration of Discipline with Ian.
Design and order/print a bookplate stamp/sticker/embosser. Between that and my dust jacket covers, I’ll feel like we have a library. Dream come true!
Curate the rest of the bedroom, then move on to the kitchen and bathroom so they all are as streamlined and simplified as the living room.

More details on my progress are in related posts.

Concrete Aspirations 2011 in summary

2012-01-04T10:00:00.000-05:00

These 28 things were my concrete aspirations for 2011, which backfired a bit. I didn't pressure myself to knock it all out, so I ended up not accomplishing much at all and then feeling bad about leaving so much unfinished. If I had tried harder and managed my time a little better (i.e. watched less TV and spent less time online), I could have done more: they're all things I really want to do. But I also know I'm not a super hero. For 2012, I'm reducing the number and getting even more specific in hopes of being more successful. (Items in italics were started but not completed.)

Go through the Tagalog Rosetta Stone lessons - do at least one a week. (Didn't get started: we need to reassess our language lesson access, but I really want to learn.)
Read 3 of Ian’s creation care books. (Serve God Save the Planet, Green Revolution, Kingfisher's Fire)
Write something for “Riding with Charlie” once a month. (I only did this the first couple months...)
~~Keep my inbox under a maximum of 25 email at any given time - I get stressed when it piles up.~~ (While it sometimes fluctuates over 25, I'm procrastinating less, so I'll call this mission accomplished.)
~~Upload our professional wedding photos to Flickr for peace of mind.~~
~~Learn two quick, cute ways to style my new haircut.~~
Organize and clean up photos in iPhoto.
Make one new soup each month - most soups are healthy, right? (Another goal that fizzled out...)
Make grandma’s cinnamon rolls, rolls, angel food cake, and potato sausage.
~~Eat fruit and veggies at lunch and dinner for one month (in theory this will turn into habit).~~ (This wasn't as trackable as I thought it would be, but our fruits and veggies intake went way up with Boston Organics membership, so I'll say this is done.)
~~WiiFit 3x a week for one month - when I got my job and had less time I fell off the Wii-gon and want to get back on (again, in theory this will turn into habit).~~
~~Floss every day for 2 weeks straight (again, habit).~~
Make or get rid of all the recipes in my recipe box. And nothing new goes in without cooking/baking it first. (I sorted, but didn't get much further than that.)
~~Only eat out one meal a week max (this means packing lunches regularly).~~
Read through the Bible chronologically again, this time in NASB. (Got behind and while I read a lot, I didn't finish.)
Have date night with Ian once a month. (1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12)
Call or e-mail one friend a week.
Write to Grandma once a month.
Go through Sacred Marriage and Celebration of Discipline with Ian.
~~Figure out my personal style and give away at least 10 items in my wardrobe that don’t fit that.~~ (28+ items gone - the closet can breathe again!)
Do an at-home pedicure once a month. (1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12)
Design personal cards and print them with moo.com.
Design and order/print a bookplate stamp/sticker/embosser. Between that and my dust jacket covers, I’ll feel like we have a library. Dream come true!
Curate the rest of the bedroom, then move on to the kitchen and bathroom so they all are as streamlined and simplified as the living room.
~~Figure out and implement a good system for our under bed storage.~~
Choose one evening a week to go without electricity-powered entertainment (read! play games!).
~~Paint and decorate the pink floral round box to match the living room.~~
~~Obtain a better aquarium for the frogs with a light and a filter.~~

More details on my progress are in related posts.

our 2011 Christmas letter

2012-01-01T15:01:00.000-05:00

Last year, for various reasons they will not list here, Ian and Anna were not able to complete their 2010 Christmas letter. Realizing they had left their devoted readers in the lurch, they decided to make up for it by packing in two years of updates into a single sheet of digital Christmas letter goodness/awkwardness. Without further ado...

Right after sending Christmas letter 2009, Anna’s grandpa passed away following a decade-long battle with Alzheimer’s; the Christmas season now carries a new layer of memories and emotion.

A few months after moving to Boston, Anna got a job at Sasaki (yes, the same firm where Ian works) as an administrative assistant and she still loves it: she even gets to do some writing and editing. And speaking of writing and editing, the blog, Life on the Green Line, garnered a March 2010 Blogger “Blog of Note” mention by Google. In May, Ian and Anna headed back to Kansas to watch Anna’s biggest little brother graduate high school. Between June and August, Ian and Anna hosted six groups of visitors and had a blast showing off their new city. In October, after getting fitted for a special contact lens at the Boston Foundation for Sight, Micki treated them to a weekend in Nantucket (free hint: visit in the shoulder season to avoid crowds and peak prices, but still miss the nasty New England winter). Ian and Anna also got a lot more involved at [REUNION] Christian Church, leading music and running media (respectively) and co-leading a community group (with their good friends Brett and Emily).

Ian and Anna started 2011 with Financial Peace University and managed to pay off the last of Ian’s student loans by the end of the class. THEY’RE DEBT FREE! And they were so impacted by the class, they decided to help lead FPU in the fall (with the debt-dumping rockstars Ben and Amanda). This turned out to be a bit of an overcommitment once Ian realized he had also agreed to take on more responsibility with music and the arts at [REUNION] and had signed up for Landscape Architecture Registration Exams in September and December (with a grand total of $1400 on the line if he didn’t pass, as only passing scores qualify for reimbursement at work). With some late nights (Ian) and some tears (Anna) they made it through the fall with flying colors, and Ian passed the first three of his exams. He won’t get the results for the last two exams until the new year, so stay tuned for the Christmas 2012 edition to find out (or read the blog).

In the middle of their FPU sandwich, Ian and Anna enjoyed the summer with a visit from Anna’s family, and with a mission trip to the Dominican Republic. [REUNION] partners with a church in the DR, both financially and relationally. After hearing so much about the Vargas family, Ian and Anna knew they had to go (THANKS TO ALL THEIR SUPPORTERS!). Ian led a worship clinic, i.e. hung out and jammed with the youth group kids, and Anna helped with construction, i.e. carried around buckets of cemento and concreto with lots of breaks to let little Dominican girls play with her hair.

Dane and Micki visited in the fall for Micki’s now-annual eye exam at the Boston Foundation for Sight (she’s doing great!), and took Ian and Anna to DC for a day, where they squeezed in no less than four tourist sites in 24 hours. Ian and Anna followed that trip with a weekend in NYC to see David Crowder Band on their final tour, fulfilling a promise Ian made to Anna years ago.

Ian and Anna are conspiring this advent season, giving relationally and worshipping fully as we remember the true reason to celebrate. They wish you a merry Christmas and are praying for you in the new year.

four years ago...

2011-12-31T13:15:00.033-05:00

Happy anniversary to the love of my life.

photography by Gina Dreher. Kansas brides, hire Gina. You won't regret it.

our musical advent calendar, day 25

2011-12-25T11:00:00.000-05:00

I was going to write a manifesto on the pursuit of goodwill to go with this song, but then life happened.

We're in Dodge City visiting my aunt and grandmother for Christmas and have had a fantastic time so far. Lots of gifts. Lots of good family time. Then Grandma fell, hurt her arm, and needed to go to the hospital to get it checked out. Please say a prayer for her today.

She was bummed that this happened on Christmas, at a time when the whole family was together. I think all of the family was glad it happened when it did, so that we could all lend a hand and make sure she had enough support. And I guess, on this Christmas, I'm just so thankful for family and the opportunity to be together. That should never be taken for granted.

Merry Christmas to all! Thanks for being a part of this advent and Christmas season. We hope you've enjoyed the music and stories to go along with, and made some of your own — we’d love to hear about them.

—Ian

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play
And wild and sweet the words repeat
of peace on Earth, good will to men

And thought how as the day had come
The belfries of all Christendom
had rolled along the unbroken song
of peace on Earth, good will to men

I can hear them
I can hear them
I can hear them
I can hear them

And in despair I bowed my head
"There is no peace on Earth" I said
For hate is strong and mocks the song
of peace on Earth, good will to men

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep
God is not dead nor does He sleep
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
with peace on Earth, good will to men

I can hear You
I can hear You...

our musical advent calendar, day 24

2011-12-24T11:00:00.000-05:00

I didn't know "Go Tell It on the Mountain" until it showed up in one of my piano lessons. I enjoyed playing the song, but once I moved on to the next piano level, it fell off my radar. Until I heard the David Crowder Band version. It's fresh and inventive without losing the heart. And I’m so excited to listen to this tomorrow. Go tell it on the mountain: it’s Christmas day, and Jesus Christ is born.

—Anna

(Go tell it on the mountain)

While shepherds were out watching
Their silent flocks by night,
Behold, throughout the heavens
There shone a holy light.

Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere.
Go tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born.

It's Christmas day.
(Go tell it on the mountain.)
It's Christmas day.

Shepherds feared and trembled
When, lo, above the earth
Rang out the angels' chorus
That hailed the Savior's birth.

Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere.
Go tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born.

It's Christmas day.
(Go tell it on the mountain.)
Oh, It's Christmas day.

Down in a lowly manger,
The humbled Christ was born,
And God sent us Salvation
That blessed Christmas morn.

Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere.
Go tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born.

It's Christmas day.
(Go tell it on the mountain.)
It's Christmas day.
Oh, It's Christmas day.
(Go tell it on the mountain.)
Oh, It's Christmas day, yeah.
Oh, It's Christmas day.
(Go tell it on the mountain.)

(Go tell it on the mountain.)
(It's Christmas day)
(Go tell it on the mountain.)

our musical advent calendar, day 23

2011-12-23T11:00:00.000-05:00

One or twice a month, I lead music at [REUNION], our church in Back Bay. Our band is full of stellar musicians from Berklee School of Music (a.k.a. that one school that’s produced 205 Grammy’s), as we’re basically located at their back door. It’s a tremendously humbling and exciting place to be plugged in to (for much much more than just these reasons), and our repertoire of tunes is large and contemporary.

This song is a contemporary one that I first heard at [REUNION]. As an updated version of “Joy to the World,” it includes a sweet chorus that functions as more of a rock anthem. Singing this song with an incredible band and a worshipful community makes a venue ring with so much Christmas spirit that it’s impossible to contain. Elevated voices and smiling faces serve as expressions of grace, peace and true joy. All of these elements are why this song means so much to me. Every time I hear it, I’m reminded that this Christmas thing means the most when it’s shared with a community. Plain and simple.

—Ian

All of heaven and all creation sing

All of heaven and all creation sing the wonders of His love

Joy to the world! the Lord is come; let earth receive Her King.

Let ev'ry heart prepare Him room,

and heaven and nature sing,

and heaven, and heaven and nature sing

All of heaven and all creation sing the wonders of His love

He rules the world with truth and grace,

and makes the nations prove

the glories of His righteousness,

and wonders of His love,

and wonders, wonders of His love

All of heaven and all creation sing the wonders of His love

The wonders of His Love

Joy to the world! the Lord is come; let earth receive Her King.

Let ev'ry heart prepare Him room,

and heaven and nature sing,

and heaven, and heaven and nature sing

All of heaven and all creation sing the wonders of His love

our musical advent calendar, day 22

2011-12-22T11:00:00.000-05:00

I'm a sucker for Christmas carols in minor keys. I’m not sure why I’m drawn to the darker tone, because I’m always happy at Christmas. Maybe it's the weight of the tradition in the melody that hits me with Christmas emotion, but I feel so full when I hear this song (the strings/guitar combination and mashup with "Carol of the Bells" don’t hurt either). And I love that the lyrics have weight, telling the story of the shepherds and the truth of Christ's birth. Tidings of comfort and joy we love to share every season.

—Anna

God rest ye merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Savior
was born on Christmas day
to save us all from Satan's power
when we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

From God our Heavenly Father
a blessed Angel came,
and unto certain Shepherds
brought tidings of the same:
How that in Bethlehem was born
the Son of God by Name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and

Joy to the world
For Christ the Lord has finally come
Let every heart receive the new born King
O come all of heaven and nature sing

Tidings of comfort and joy
Tidings of comfort and joy

O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

our musical advent calendar, day 21

2011-12-21T11:00:00.000-05:00

This song, from the 1964 classic “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,” takes me back to my childhood. We never really watched the Christmas classics as a family - usually just caught them on TBS, but this one I distinctly remember watching with the whole fam. It’s one of those old-timey, quintessential movies and tunes that adds a little flair to the season. Plus, with the mistletoe and by-golly’s in there, it’s just plain fun. In a way, I kind of feel like I wouldn’t be a true American if I didn’t listen to this song...

—Ian

Have a holly, jolly Christmas;

It's the best time of the year

I don't know if there'll be snow,

but have a cup of cheer.

Have a holly, jolly Christmas;

And when you walk down the street

Say Hello to friends you know

and ev'ryone you meet.

Oh, ho, the mistletoe

hung where you can see;

Somebody waits for you;

Kiss her once for me.

Have a holly jolly Christmas,

and in case you didn't hear,

Oh by golly, have a holly, jolly Christmas

this year.

our musical advent calendar, day 20

2011-12-20T11:00:00.000-05:00

A Charlie Brown Christmas has never been a huge tradition in our family, but even without cable we still end up seeing it about once a season. And I don't mind. I love that something so traditional, something that quotes the Bible not ironically, is still an American staple. It's the 1965 version of Advent Conspiracy: peeling away rampant consumerism to find the real meaning of Christmas. Thanks, Linus.

—Anna

Christmas time is here
Happiness and cheer
Fun for all that children call
Their favorite time of the year

Snowflakes in the air
Carols everywhere
Olden times and ancient rhymes
Of love and dreams to share

Sleigh bells in the air
Beauty everywhere
Yuletide by the fireside
And joyful memories there

Christmas time is here
We'll be drawing near
Oh, that we could always see
Such spirit through the year
Oh, that we could always see
Such spirit through the year...

our musical advent calendar, day 19

2011-12-19T11:00:00.000-05:00

When Anna and I conceived this little project, we made a ("strict") rule that we would choose only one song from any given album. We're obviously breaking that rule pretty hard.

And that's okay, because what we're finding is that our most favorite songs are from a particular genre and/or artist. Plus, there are more worthwhile Christmas songs to listen to than we can keep track of. Nothing wrong with that, right? Now, for the song...

The Mercyme version of "Little Drummer Boy" makes me tear up. There, I admitted it. Here's why — the concept is simple — even our most taken-for-granted gifts are meaningful. Yours. Mine. Our most elementary abilities, they're more than enough. This is one of God's most poignant points to me this Christmas. Whether it's landscape architecture, music, design, or drumming (the only drumming I do is air), I know that there's nothing that can't be turned into good. "Then, He smiled at me..."

—Ian

Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,

Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?

Shall I play for you?

Shall I play for you?
Mary looked at me and nodded
The ox and lamb kept time
I played my drum for Him
I played my best for Christ
I played my best for Christ

Then He smiled at me.

our musical advent calendar, day 18

2011-12-18T11:00:00.000-05:00

[Click here to listen]

I frequent The Drop. And when I heard the three song EP from Bensonwells, I immediately put the entire album on repeat. The one stand-out song is absolutely this chilling, gorgeous and modern arrangement of "O Come, O Come Emmanuel." 'Nuff said.

—Ian

O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Day-spring, come and cheer
Our people by Thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And sin's dark shadows put to flight.

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Rejoice! Rejoice!

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

our musical advent calendar, day 17

2011-12-17T11:00:00.001-05:00

The first time I heard this song, what stuck out to me was the strangeness of a Christmas song about ships. Nowhere in the nativities I’d seen were there any sailing vessels (although I’m sure various nativity sets with new additions every year will get there, if they haven’t already). I imagined a little maritime parade, with Mary, Joseph, and Jesus doing the pageant wave to everyone in Bethlehem as they passed. I still don’t really understand it, but the repetition with q&a verses to a catchy tune keep this song playing in my head all season long.

—Anna

I saw three ships come sailing in,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day,
I saw three ships come sailing in,
On Christmas day in the morning.

And what was in those ships all three?
On Christmas day, on Christmas day,
And what was in those ships all three?
On Christmas day in the morning.

The Virgin Mary and Christ were there,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day,
The Virgin Mary and Christ were there,
On Christmas day in the morning.

our musical advent calendar, day 16

2011-12-16T11:00:00.001-05:00

As I mentioned before, I love Zooey Deschanel's voice, especially when it's singing Christmas songs. So I was thrilled when I saw on Pinterest that her band, She & Him, had put together a Christmas album. They cover some classics, but the one that piqued my interest was "The Christmas Waltz." I'm a big fan of music from the Frank Sinatra/Nat King Cole/Ella Fitzgerald era, particularly of the Christmas variety. How had I not heard this song before? It's been sung by some greats (Frank Sinatra), but I think Relevant magazine puts it best: "The duo's take on 'The Christmas Waltz' is easily the quintessential version of the song." So glad I didn't have to mess around with any impostors.

—Anna

Frosted window panes
Candles gleaming inside
Painted candy canes on the tree
Santa's on his way,
He's filled his sleigh
With things, things for you and for me

It's that time of year
When the world falls in love
Every song you hear
Seems to say
Merry Christmas
May your New Year dreams come true

And this song of mine
In three quarter time
Wishes you and yours
The same thing too

our musical advent calendar, day 15

2011-12-15T11:00:00.000-05:00

Inspired by Pinterest, Anna wanted to do an advent calendar. And inspired by Advent Conspiracy, she wanted to make it about presence, not presents. Ian had a brilliant idea to use music. We each picked out some of our favorite Christmas songs and will be counting down with festive tunes.

day 15. "Thou Didst Leave Thy Throne"

I pulled out my guitar last night to rehearse some songs for this upcoming weekend at [REUNION]. But before I even got to song one on the set list, I heard Anna listening to Phil Wickham’s Christmas stuff. Which immediately prompted me to ask my lovely wife what Christmas songs she wanted me to sing to her (since that’s one of her so called favorite things — see Anna, I really do listen...). After singing and playing a verse of "Silent Night" and a couple of "It Came Upon A Midnight Clear," I pulled out the hymnal I "borrowed" from our church 6 or 7 years ago, and stumbled upon #127, "Thou Didst Leave Thy Throne."

This song is probably generally sung in select Protestant churches of the post-Great Awakening — both Anna’s church and mine growing up sang it. But even if it’s a once-a-year-at-church kind of song— most likely accompanied by a 60-70-year-young grandma who can absolutely kill it on the piano— so much history, theology and inner reflection is packed inside that you can't help but remember it once you've sung it. Bottom line for me, it's one I never anticipate singing during the Christmas season, but it's one that is very meaningful the few times that I do. If this advent calendar had a dark horse song, this would probably be it.

—Ian

Thou didst leave Thy throne and Thy kingly crown,

When Thou camest to earth for me;

But in Bethlehem’s home was there found no room

For Thy holy nativity.

REFRAIN

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus,

There is room in my heart for Thee.

Heaven's arches rang when the angels sang,

Proclaiming Thy royal degree;

But of lowly birth didst Thou come to earth,

And in great humility.

REFRAIN

The foxes found rest, and the birds their nest

In the shade of the forest tree;

But Thy couch was the sod, O Thou Son of God,

In the deserts of Galilee.

REFRAIN

Thou camest, O Lord, with the living Word,

That should set Thy people free;

But with mocking scorn and with crown of thorn,

They bore Thee to Calvary.

REFRAIN

When the heav'ns shall ring, and her choirs shall sing,

At Thy coming to victory,

Let Thy voice call me home, saying "Yet there is room,

There is room at My side for thee."

REFRAIN

My heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus,

When Thou comest and callest for me.

our musical advent calendar, day 14

2011-12-14T21:05:00.002-05:00

I don't think there is a Christmas song that makes me feel like I'm five again quite like "Silent Night." It was the first Christmas song that I can remember learning. When I hear it, I immediately think of our tiny church back home. Our special decorating service, where we put up all the holiday decorations while learning about the special meaning that each wreath and candle held. A special service where each family prepared something special, a song, a poem, to share with the community. The nativity where I was only big enough to wear a cape and sit behind a paper mache sheep head. I distinctly remember reaching up to pet the donkey head next to me. The mane was irresistible to a little girl who really wanted a pony.

I hope that this song and season bring back happy childhood memories for you too!

—Anna

Silent night! holy night!
All is calm all is bright
round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
sleep in heavenly peace!
sleep in heavenly peace!

Silent night! holy night!
Shepherds quake at the sight
glories stream from heaven afar
heavenly hosts sing Hallelujah
Christ the Saviour is born!
Christ the Saviour is born!

Silent night! holy night!
Son of God love's pure light
radiant beams from thy holy face
with the dawn of redeeming grace,

Jesus, Lord at thy birth.
Jesus, Lord at thy birth.

our musical advent calendar, day 13

2011-12-13T17:29:00.001-05:00

I used to play the piano (took piano lessons for, like, 8 years, y’all — then proceeded to not play for, like 13 years). Anyhoo, Christmas was one of my favorite times to sneak into the oh-so-cold piano room in our (funeral) home and attempt to play by ear some song that I had heard earlier in the day. But, one year, I remember acquiring a piano book of Christmas songs (I can’t recall whether it was a gift of something that I purchased myself), and from then on, that was my go to book for all things jolly and bright.

There was one song in that book that I loved to play more than any other, "Still, Still, Still." As funny or juxtaposing as it may seem, this Austrian lullaby was easily one of the most beautiful songs I’d ever heard. It remains so today, putting into poetry Mary’s words as she coaxes her newborn baby to sleep. Please enjoy the little-known carol that rings ever so sweetly.

—Ian

Still, Still, Still
One can hear the falling snow
For all is hushed
The world is sleeping
Holy Star her Vigil keeping
Still, Still, Still
One can hear the falling snow

Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
'Tis the eve of our Savior's birth
The night is peaceful all around you
Close your eyes
Let sleep surround you
Sleep, Sleep, Sleep
'Tis the eve of our Savior's birth

Dream, Dream, Dream
Of the joyous day to come
While guardian angels without number
Watch you as you sweetly slumber
Dream, Dream, Dream
Of the joyous day to come

our musical advent calendar, day 12

2011-12-12T13:03:00.001-05:00

When I heard the DCB version of "O Holy Night" for the first time, a memory of playing special music at church flashed in my head. I was in high school, and practicing piano was lower on my priority list. I managed to pull off the song during the service, but when one of the sweet older ladies asked me to play it again after the Christmas potluck so we could do an impromptu sing-along, I failed miserably, due in part to my lack of experience as accompanist and lack of practice the week before. The strangest things can trigger long lost memories. Even stranger is that the song I played for the special was actually "The First Noel."

Reminiscing aside, this is a beautiful song. I especially love the DCB version because I can sing along without skipping out on the high notes. I’m most comfortable in the tenor range, and Ian can sing high notes better than me. Because if you can't share weird facts about yourself at Christmas, when can you? I hope you enjoy singing along with this song as much as I do!

—Anna

O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Savior's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born.
O night divine, O night, O night divine!

Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains He shall break, for the slave is our brother.
And in His name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
With all our hearts we praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,
His power and glory ever more proclaim!

Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices!

O night divine, O night when Christ was born!

O night divine, O night, O night divine!

Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia

our musical advent calendar, day 11

2011-12-11T11:00:00.000-05:00

I could very well be in the vast minority on this one, but sometimes, my soul needs to be nourished by chamber music. It happens maybe once a month, where I find myself searching and searching on my iPod for something to listen to, only to flip to some series of choral arrangements that I keep for that occasion alone.

I've always had a soft spot for this type of music, and the Robert Shaw arrangement is one of the best (sorry we couldn't find it on YouTube, but this is a good classical choral arrangement). I'll keep it simple and only say enjoy one of the most simple and beautiful Christmas hymns.

—Ian

The First Noel, the angels did say
Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay
In fields where they lay keeping their sheep
On a cold winter's night that was so deep.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

They looked up and saw a star
Shining in the East beyond them far
And to the earth it gave great light
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

And by the light of that same star
Three wise men came from country far
To seek for a King was their intent
And to follow the star wherever it went.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

This star drew nigh to the northwest
O'er Bethlehem it took its rest
And there it did both pause and stay
Right o'er the place where Jesus lay.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

Then entered in those wise men three
Full reverently upon their knee
And offered there in His presence
Their gold and myrrh and frankincense.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

Then let us all with one accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord
That hath made Heaven and earth of nought
And with his blood mankind has bought.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!

our musical advent calendar, day 10

2011-12-10T17:03:00.000-05:00

I'm not sure when I started watching The Nutcracker on PBS. I happened upon it one night and just kept watching, even though I haven't been interested in ballet since I was in elementary school and dreamed of becoming a ballerina. Mom and Dad even signed me up for lessons, but I got switched to a jazz class because the ballet class wasn't big enough. The next year I snuggled up by myself on the sofa in the soft glow of the tree and watched it on purpose. It just doesn't feel like Christmas without a musical parade of holiday treats. This is especially appropriate today, though, because Ian surprised me with tickets for tonight. My first ever live ballet — I love my husband!

While we're off on our Christmas date, we hope you enjoy Jack's (half of Pomplamoose) reinterpretation of The Nutcracker's best known piece.

—Anna

(And if you want a 7.5 minute speed version of the whole suite, click here!)

our musical advent calendar, day 09

2011-12-09T12:02:00.000-05:00

A short anecdote:
This song will forever be etched into my brain. Why? Because when I was a young'un, and Christmas time came around, my dad would sing this song.

Except he would change the lyrics.

Long story short: he would skip all the lyrics and in place of the line, "walking in a winter wonderland," would sing, "walking 'round in women's underwear." Classy, I know. I will vouch for him and say that in all the years I lived at home, he never once, to my knowledge, followed through with that lyric line he would smirkily sing. For that, I am eternally grateful. So, in conclusion, every year, when our family gets together for the season, this song comes up at some point and we naturally hee-haw.

—Ian

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight,
We're happy tonight.
Walking in a winter wonderland.

Gone away is the bluebird,
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song,
As we go along,
Walking in a winter wonderland.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married? We'll say: No man,
But you can do the job when you're in town.

Later on, we'll conspire,
As we dream by the fire
To face unafraid,
The plans that we've made,
Walking in a winter wonderland.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
And pretend that he's a circus clown
We'll have lots of fun with mister snowman,
Until the other kids knock him down.

When it snows, ain't it thrilling,
Though your nose gets a chilling
We'll frolic and play,
the Eskimo way,
Walking in a winter wonderland.

our musical advent calendar, day 08

2011-12-08T12:04:00.001-05:00

I can't remember the first time I heard the rocked out version of "Carol of the Bells" as performed by the Trans Syberian Orchestra. I just remember it was the first time I heard a traditional song converted to rock, and I loved (and continue to love) it. And ever since littlest/biggest brother Caleb picked up the electric guitar (and got really really good at it), I can't help but envision him, tall and dredlocked, ripping out sweet licks Guitar-Hero style, whenever I hear songs like this. So the song has sweet licks AND and warm fuzzies for family. Can it get better? Yes.

David Crowder Band covered this in an encore at the show we went to in New York back in October, and it was possibly more guitar melting than the Trans Syberian Orchestra version. So to recap: sweet licks, warm fuzzies, David Crowder Band humor + guitar melting. Christmas win.

—Anna

*Since there aren't any lyrics in this version (only sweet licks/guitar melting), I'm transcribing David Crowder's intro. He's funny.

How's everybody doing? Y'all okay? (crowd cheers)

I bumped into a friend of mine two days ago and he said, "You know David, I'm really a bit sad inside 'cause Christmas is over. It's only one day a year, of 365."

I said, "You know, that's just crazy talk. It's actually 12 days a year." That's right. The twelve days of... you know what I'm talking about. All leading up to Epiphany, moment the magis brought Christ Child gifts.

So, we'll have a little fun tonight. Sing a little carols. No wassail. We've got good friends. We've got an arena where hockey is normally played, right? And if I'm doing my math right, Epiphany doesn't come until January 6th. So you know what that means, kids. It's still Christmas time.

*UPDATE* They made a sweet music video to this, which I can't embed, but I can link. They're nutcrackers. You don't want to miss this.

our musical advent calendar, day 07

2011-12-07T11:00:00.000-05:00

This is a song that gets me WICKED AMPED for Christmas! I was introduced to the MercyMe Christmas album by my good friend Mr. Fox, and was, I admit, a bit skeptical. "How in the world could a pop-rock/Christian/country/Christmas album be so good?" I thought. The answer: it just is.

Cover to cover, The Christmas Sessions may be my all time favorite Christmas album, up there with Bing, Ella, Elf, and Sufjan, and "Gloria" is its best song. A reprise of the classic choir hymn, "Angels We Have Heard On High," "Gloria" teems with thick guitar licks, thumping bass lines, and a heart-wrenching crescendo into the song's final choruses that sends shivers down my spine and fills my heart with so much joy. It's a song that, at its core, praises God for the significance of the day He came to be God Among Us. Can I get a gloria in excelsis deo?

— Ian

Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains

Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous strains prolong?
What the glad song's tidings be?
Which inspire your heavenly song?

Gloria in excelsis Deo
Gloria in excelsis Deo

Come to Bethlehem and see
Christ whose birth the angels sing
Come adore on bended knee
Christ the Lord, the newborn King

See Him in a manger lay
Whom the choirs of angels praise
Mary, Joseph, lend your aid
While our hearts in love we raise

How could Heaven's heart not break
On the day, the day that You came?
Salvation's reason to celebrate
On the day, the day that You came

Gloria, gloria, gloria

our musical advent calendar, day 06

2011-12-06T18:42:00.000-05:00

Pomplamoose, my favorite band, released this song the first Christmas we really participated in Advent Conspiracy. They connected it to a World Vision giving campaign, because Christmas is "more than filling up our socks with toys." Purchase a goat (or something else from the WV Christmas catalog) and get the song. Thanks to their efforts, fans gave 138 goats, 166 ducks, and 107 chickens, plus mango and olive trees, soccer and basket balls, pigs, sheep, alpaca, donkey, rabbits, sewing machines, mosquito nets, art & music instruction, shoes, seeds, and earthquake relief. Jesus changed the world at Christmas, and so can we!

— Anna

mistletoe and silver snow,
and ivy growing on the walls,
i wish i could erase these dreams, i do.

but all my days are running by
in shopping malls with endless lines
i don't know how i got here, do you?

somewhere between the catalogs
of what to get for him
somewhere amidst the china dolls
my vision starts to spin

'cause i thought christmas was supposed to be
more than lighting up the christmas tree
more than filling up our socks with toys
more than all of this tremendous noise

so all i really mean to say
is let's not throw this time away
i'd rather just sip chocolate with you

and if you'd like to treat me nice
don't wait for snow don't wait for ice
i'm always in the season, are you?

somewhere on santa's list
my name's been crossed off with a slash
somewhere i'm gonna find a better way
to spend my cash

'cause i thought christmas was supposed to be
more than lighting up the christmas tree
more than filling up our socks with toys
more than all of this tremendous noise

i'm always in the season, are you?

our musical advent calendar, day 05

2011-12-05T11:00:00.000-05:00

I bought the Winter Songs album our first married Christmas season, shortly after seeing the "Winter Song" music video, by Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson, on YouTube. I can't resist female singer/songwriter music, apparently. I fell in love with the album (except for Katy Perry's rendition of "White Christmas," in which she sounds hung over). And this song quickly became my favorite. It's so cheery (even if it is about unrequited love) and the chorus seemed especially appropriate for a newlywed Christmas.

— Anna

Mistletoe and holly deck the halls
But you don't come around and you don't call
Well it's just like the season to be lonely
And my heart is beating for you only

Take my heart this Christmas
I'll wrap it in a ribbon and a bow
Yes take my heart this Christmas
Take it wherever you go

Everybody has someone to hold
Nestle by the fire in from the cold
But I don't hear the carols they are singing
And I've only got one thing good for giving

So take my heart this Christmas
I'll wrap it in a ribbon and a bow
Yes take my heart this Christmas
Take it wherever you go

All my bells are ringing just for you
And I got no desire for someone new

So take my heart this Christmas
I'll wrap it in a ribbon and a bow
Yes take my heart this Christmas
Take it wherever you go
Take it wherever you go

our musical advent calendar, day 04

2011-12-04T11:00:00.000-05:00

You know when you can't get a song out of your head? I can't get this song out of my head. And that will probably be the case until March.

Of all the Christmas songs — hymns, rock, pop, whatever — this is the catchiest. Complete with a slapstick in most versions, "Sleigh Ride" has just the right mix of musical precision and jovial spirit. It's the jazz. What makes Ella Fitzgerald's version unique to me, besides the great brass lines, is her tremendous voice, and that "gid-id-dy up" at 1:52. It's just so much fun. You can't help but tap your toe to this classic.

— Ian

Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring, ting, tingling, too
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you
Outside the snow is falling and friends are calling, "Yoo hoo"
Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

Giddy yap, giddy yap, giddy yap, let's go, let's look at the show

We're riding in a wonderland of snow

Giddy yap, giddy yap, giddy yap, it's grand, just holding your hand

We're gliding along with a song of a wintry fairyland

Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy, cozy are we

We're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be

Let's take that road before us and sing a chorus or two

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

Giddy yap, giddy yap, giddy yap, let's go, let's look at the show

We're riding in a wonderland of snow

Giddy yap, giddy yap, giddy yap, it's grand, just holding your hand

We're gliding along with a song of a wintry fairyland

Our cheeks are nice and rosy and comfy, cozy are we

We're snuggled up together like two birds of a feather would be

Let's take that road before us and sing a chorus or two

Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

Sleigh ride together with you

our musical advent calendar, day 03

2011-12-03T11:27:00.000-05:00

I was a year late seeing Elf. Ian and I, still a fairly new couple, went to our college ministry's Christmas party and the movie was rolling in the background. When I commented I hadn't seen it before, Ian informed me it was only the best Christmas movie ever. He was right. I also discovered Zooey Deschanel and her amazing voice. While I'm a sucker for 50s Christmas music, Zooey and Leon have the advantage for their affiliation with an endearing movie and a first Christmas with the only guy I ever want to see under the mistletoe.

— Anna

I really can't stay / But baby, it's cold outside
I've got to go away / Baby, it's cold outside
This evening has been / Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice / I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry / Beautiful, what's your hurry
And father will be pacing the floor / Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry / Beautiful, please don't hurry
Well maybe just a half a drink more / Put some records on while I pour

The neighbors might think / Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink / No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how / Your eyes are like starlight now
To break the spell / I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no, sir / Mind if I move in closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried / What's the sense in hurting my pride?
I really can't stay / Baby don't hold out
Ahh, but it's cold outside

I simply must go / But baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no / Baby, it's cold outside
This welcome has been / I'm lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm / Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious / Gosh, your lips look delicious
My brother will be there at the door / Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious / Boy your lips look delicious
Well maybe just a cigarette more / Never such a blizzard before

I've got to get home / Baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your comb / It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand / I thrill when you touch my hand
But don't you see / How can you do this thing to me?
There's bound to be talk tomorrow / Think of my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied / If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay / Get rid of that hold out
Ahh, but it's cold outside

our musical advent calendar, day 02

2011-12-02T11:00:00.001-05:00

Humans and elves alike select Christmas music in one of two ways: 1) via the artist method, and 2) via the song/theme method. "Lo! How a Rose E'er Blooming" is, I do believe, my all time favorite Christmas hymn, making it my quintessential choice via method 2.

I first heard this song at church, sometime during my elementary school years, on what was most assuredly a chilly night made warmer by Swiss Miss hot chocolate. I remember two particular things about hearing the song on that occasion. The first was the fervor with which my mother sang the song (which she knew very well). If you know my mom (or are my mom) you know that she (you) can belt it. The second was the captivating time signatures and gorgeously asymetric melody and harmonies. As a lover of most all things music, this second fact keeps me coming back to this song as the very first one I listen to every Christmas season. I'm currently in a Sufjan Stevens phase, hence the chosen arrangement. Bon apetit!

— Ian

Lo, how a Rose e'er blooming from tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse's lineage coming, as those of old have sung.
It came, a flower bright, amid the cold of winter,
when half spent was the night.

Isaiah 'twas foretold it, the Rose I have in mind;
and so then we behold it, the Virgin Mother kind.
To show God's love aright, she bore to us a Savior,
when half spent was the night.

our musical advent calendar, day 01

2011-12-01T14:57:00.000-05:00

Inspired by Pinterest, I wanted to do an advent calendar. And inspired by Advent Conspiracy, I wanted to make it about presence, not presents. Ian had a brilliant idea to use music. We each picked out some of our favorite Christmas songs and will be counting down together with festive tunes and the fond memories attached to each of them. And what better way to share our yuletide adventure with friends and family than here on the blog?

day 01. "I Celebrate the Day" - Relient K, Deck the Halls, Bruise Your Hand

I acquired this Relient K Christmas album thanks to my brother Nathan's couple years of super-fandom. As you may have guessed from the album title, they carried their quirky yet insightful signature songwriting into the holidays. I appreciate the punk versions of classics (ex. "12 Days of Christmas"), as well as the humor in their original songs (ex. "Santa Clause is Thumbing to Town"), but the song that rockets to the top of my Christmas list is "I Celebrate the Day." It connects Christmas and Easter in a way that never before had occurred to me, highlighting the juxtaposition of divinity and humanity. And it reminds me that Christmas isn’t about a sweet little baby in a manger, but about a Savior on a cross who, knowing all our failures, still chose to come and rescue us.

— Anna

And with this Christmas wish is missed
The point I could convey
If only I could find the words to say to let You know how much You've touched my life
Because here is where You're finding me, in the exact same place as New Year's eve
And from a lack of my persistency
We're less than half as close as I want to be

And the first time
That You opened Your eyes did You realize that You would be my Savior
And the first breath that left Your lips
Did You know that it would change this world forever

And so this Christmas I'll compare the things I felt in prior years
To what this midnight made so clear
That You have come to meet me here

To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me
In the hope that what You did
That you were born so I might live
To look back and think that
This baby would one day save me

And the first time
That You opened Your eyes did You realize that You would be my Savior
And the first breath that left Your lips
Did You know that it would change this world forever

And I, I celebrate the day
That You were born to die
So I could one day pray for You to save my life
pray for You to save my life
pray for You to save my life

thankful list | November

2011-12-01T09:59:00.000-05:00

01. warmer weather after the unexpected snowstorm
02. our new space heater: why did we wait so long?
03. 2% spandex in my new jeans (the ones they replaced had no give. ouch.)
04. a great Skype session with Luis
05. the new Gmail iPhone app.
06. a hitch free shindig at work planned by yours truly
07. a husband bearing flowers after aforementioned shindig
08. a heart to heart with a great friend
09. friends as crazy about K-State sports as we are
10. a TV antenna that works (internet viewing was only lacking live football)
11. great friends to spend Thanksgiving with.
12. the ladies clobbering the lads in Celebrities.
13. only losing the rematch by 4 points when the names were stacked against us.
14. Thanksgiving food, particularly mashed potatoes and gravy.
15. and soul sweet taters.
16. and leftover soul sweet taters all weekend.
17. our cast iron dutch oven.
18. mom's football stew and buttermilk biscuit recipes.
19. Pushing Daisies season 2 on Blu-Ray.
20. my new sumi brush for SCRIPTschool.
21. video chats and phone calls when we can't be home.
22. the fireplace scent that has settled in our neighborhood.
23. goat cheese.
24. cheap tickets to CA for a wedding thanks to @JetBlueCheeps.
25. listening to Christmas music without dirty looks from Ian.
26. clean water.
27. Instagram.
28. sunshine.
29. fuzzy feelings after going through all our wedding cards for a project.
30. the [REUNION] Black Friday gift making open house.

Happy Thanksgiving from Brookline

2011-11-24T09:00:00.000-05:00

May your day be full of friends and family, and your heart be full of thanks and joy.

NYC and The 7 Tour

2011-11-23T15:42:00.000-05:00

Before we knew Dane and Micki's exact itinerary, we knew David Crowder Band was on The 7 Tour, their last ever. Ian promised me, after seeing DCB while on his internship in LA, someday he would take me to their show. For lack of future options, that someday became October 29, 2011.

The day after Dane and Micki left, we caught a 6:30 a.m. Bolt Bus to NYC. By the time we disembarked on 34th Street, the predicted precipitation had started to fall. We bundled up and walked in the direction of the High Line, since travel always involves landscape architecture sightseeing.

We trudged through the increasing downpour until we arrived at the stairs to the High Line. Already cold and wet, we remembered how much windier it is 30 feet above street level. And while I was wearing waterproof L.L. Bean boots and a poncho, Ian was drenched. One block and one photo in, and Ian gave up.

We walked back to Macy's in search of gloves and/or a poncho for Ian. It was crowded, and we were wearing giant dripping backpacks. They directed us to the 7th floor, via crowded elevators. We didn't find ponchos, but were starving and decided to patronize the penthouse McDonald's. We were desperate.

After scanning for several minutes, we spotted an open table. A man sitting nearby said to Ian, "Nice haircut!" Surprised, he thanked the man, who responded, "I have to shave it every three days" and then talked at people the next table over. Ian suggested I sit at the table by myself, next to the crazy man, and watch all our stuff while he ordered food. I decided we were not that desperate.

Several recommendations and elevator rides later, we were back on the first floor, exactly where we started, only to be informed they did not have ponchos or gloves cheaper than $60. Defeated by the weather and Macy's, we left in search of a warm meal. Contrary to advertising, shopping at Macy's over the holidays is less magical and more panic-attack-in-the-middle-of-the-aisle-and-cry-like-a-baby.

Thankfully, we found a warm pizza joint with an open table and after a chocolate croissant and an Instagram session, the day was looking much better. We hopped on the subway to our hotel, blow-dried/ironed our wet clothing, and watched the first half (the good half) of the K-State/OU game from under a toasty pile of blankets.

At halftime, we braved the weather and headed to Irving Plaza. And John Mark McMillan, Christ August, Gungor (with a beatboxing cellist), and David Crowder Band more than made up for the miserable weather.

The night culminated with a multi-artist performance of "How He Loves" and a DCB encore that included a guitar-melting rendition of Carol of the Bells.

The next morning was cold, but the sun was shining and we had 9:15 a.m. tickets to the 9/11 Memorial.

The park is open to the public, but until construction around the site is completed, access is limited and you must reserve a free pass online (these go quickly so don't wait). The memorial is completely worth the extra effort. The pools are stunning, and I appreciate how they arranged the victims' names based on their relationships to each other (with input from friends and family). The survivors tree was saved after the attacks and nursed back to health. The tree returned to the site only to be uprooted again by the hurricane this summer, but it continues to live up to its name.

After exploring the park and visitors center, we continued our landscape tour with Teardrop Park and a few trips down the giant slide.

We headed back to the hotel to check out, and enjoyed brunch at Felix, celebrating Halloween with a Prohibition theme. All of the wait staff was decked out in twenties garb and champagne corks periodically landed under our table as the bartender mixed mimosas. (The cork popping happens whether or not they're dolled up like a speakeasy, but helped sell the theme.)

We tried once again to visit the High Line, but were foiled, this time by icy conditions that kept the park closed (I'll blame that on our overly litigious society).

We moved on to Plan B: Brooklyn Bridge Park.

A waterfront park in Brooklyn replacing abandoned piers, parking lots, and storage buildings, it's a beautiful open space with a great view to Manhattan and Lady Liberty. We wandered around and Ian took site photos until we couldn't walk anymore.

Exhausted but satisfied, we took the Metro back to 34th Street and the Bolt Bus stop, procured Chipotle for dinner (to make Brett proud), and headed back to Boston.

Because of crazy amounts of traffic at 10 p.m. (really, Connecticut?) we arrived too late to catch the T. Fortunately, we hailed a "sit-down" comedian for a taxi driver, who knows every U.S. president in chronological order, as well as countless other Boston tidbits and jokes. And he was a good driver, too. They do exist!

We came away from the trip with a to-do list: Look into comfortable waterproof shoes for Ian. Buy some of the music from The 7 Tour. Revisit the High Line when an unseasonably early snow/rain storm is not ravaging the streets of NYC. Third time's a charm, right?

Advent Conspiracy: xmas cards

2011-11-22T09:30:00.000-05:00

Last Christmas, we decided to make Christmas more [relational, intentional, meaningful, joyful] with less [stress, spending, obligation, stuff]. And we invited you to join us by writing about some of our favorite gift ideas that fit with this thing we call Advent Conspiracy.

When I saw our friends Micah and Marianna at Old Try are conspiring this year with their design talents, I knew I had to share.

photo © Old Try, Inc.

Each year through Advent Conspiracy, [REUNION] supports (along with a few other worthy causes like fighting sex trafficking in Boston) clean water initiatives in developing countries. And this year, Old Try is partnering with [REUNION] by offering beautiful Christmas cards to support this cause. For each and every card purchased, $3 goes towards digging fresh water wells.

photo © Old Try, Inc.

"The X on the front in place of Christ is there for a reason. This card, this season, will raise money to help eradicate thirst, make people less susceptible to droughts and help prevent disease from the lack of clean water. Christ can do a lot, and we can, too." — Old Try

Buy xmas cards, spread Christmas cheer, and give the gift of clean water. It doesn't get any better than that.

For more Advent Conspiracy ideas, click here.

the annual eye exam visit: D.C. in a day

2011-11-17T17:43:00.000-05:00

I left work early on Monday to finish packing and meet up with Dane, Micki (with her squeaky clean, post-appointment contact lens), and Ian for our 7:50 p.m. flight to DC. Since Ren spent part of his summer studying at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum and Ian has been working on a certain project at Arlington National Cemetery, we thought it would be a good family adventure for Micki's birthday.

Thanks to the itinerary Ian mapped out for us, we managed to squeeze in Arlington, the USDA cafeteria, Holocaust Museum, and Pentagon Memorial before our 7 p.m. return flight Tuesday evening.

Most of our time at Arlington we spent examining the Kennedy memorial. Ian brought plans and renderings so we could better envision the senator's future grave site. We also happened upon a funeral taking place nearby. The soldiers who participate in the services demonstrate such respect for those who have served our country, and such consideration for the family. I couldn't help but think back to the soldiers who folded Grandpa's flag before handing it to Grandma at his graveside.

The USDA cafeteria came recommended by Ren, who frequented it on lunch breaks while he was completing his intensive study program across the street at the Holocaust Museum. Keeping in mind it is a cafeteria and not a five-star restaurant, it was quite tasty. I also realized I've fully adjusted to the cordial but cooler tendencies of New England when I was taken aback by the guy behind the counter, who cheerfully offered to make my panini to order, sans mushrooms. His smile had joy behind it, not formality, and it was refreshing.

There are not words to describe the Holocaust Museum (or photography, which isn't permitted in the exhibits). The musty wooden smell of the interior of a cattle car that brought hundreds of thousands of unsuspecting Jews to their deaths. The pile of empty suitcases that had been filled with personal belongings and family treasures, the owners fully expecting to use the contents. The tower of family portraits. The overwhelming smell of leather in a room piled with discarded shoes. The stories of the debate on whether or not to participate in the 1936 Olympics in Germany (the winners of the debate argued sports weren't political, despite the fact that successful games would support Hitler's cause).

I recommend exploring their website. Not only do they have information, teaching material, and numerous online exhibits, they also address genocide as a current issue and list at-risk countries including Sudan, near and dear to our family.

Our final stop was the Pentagon Memorial. It is eerie to see the repaired section of the building, a subtle change in color distinguishing the old from the new. The memorial is beautiful. One bench for each victim, organized by birth year. Still pools of water under each bench. Muted colors, exquisite detailing. If you're interested in learning more about the design, you can view the Washington Post interactive here.

And just like that, 24 hours after we started, we were on a plane home.

I've been to D.C. two other times, and both visits were less than a day. Ian says if we keep it up, we'll hit all the popular destinations by age 60. Maybe by then the Metro will have simplified fares and written instructions that can fit on the machine in font bigger than size 10. Nah, it's Washington.

the annual eye exam visit: cold on the water

2011-11-16T17:43:00.000-05:00

Dane and Micki were in town a couple weeks ago for Micki's checkup at the Boston Foundation for Sight. Her cancer is in check thanks to Herceptin and healthy living, and her second cornea transplant is continuing to do great thanks to the special prosthetic contact from the Foundation.

We picked them up from the airport late Saturday night, and woke up relatively early the next morning, given their two hour time adjustment, to grab Boloco truckstops (for Dane) and Starbucks (for Micki) before the second gathering at REUNION. Which, by the way, was a successful first day as one church in two locations: 152 people attended the Somerville launch and there was still a great turnout in Back Bay.

After church, we decided to catch the Head of the Charles Regatta, "the world's largest two-day rowing event." It was a cool day, and even colder on the water. After taking some photos and watching a few boats dart past, we decided we'd experienced enough of both the race and the weather.

We took the Red Line back downtown for some clam chowder and original Boston Cream Pie. As many times as Dane and Micki have visited Boston, they're no longer interested in the touristy things. But that cake is just too good to pass up while you're here. (On another note, this is the best group photo we got all week...)

We relaxed that night over an episode of Fringe, knowing we had a full couple days of birthday celebration adventures ahead of us. Stay tuned...

Siri is helpful.

2011-11-15T17:34:00.001-05:00

Maybe a little too helpful.

the annual eye exam visit: gastronomical delights

2011-11-15T13:45:00.001-05:00

Since Gerald + Mel had us over for dinner last month and Mel shared the secret to her culinary success, Ian has been a little obsessed with Barbara Lynch. (I bought him the cookbook; I can hear it calling out from the shelf, "Ian, use me to cook dinner for Anna.") So when Ian selected a nice restaurant for Micki's birthday dinner Wednesday night, naturally he chose The Butcher Shop.

The space is small and casual. Butcher paper covers the tables and you can pick up meat cuts, sauces, and a handful of deli-type food selections from the refrigerator in back. The menus are printed on sheets of paper as they change weekly.

We chatted about work, life, and the future over mouth-watering comfort food. Tender juicy chicken over broccoli puree with twice-baked fingerling potatoes. Yes, they scooped out tiny potatoes, stood them on end, then refilled them with creamy goodness and sprinkled on cheddar and bacon. Venison over mashed yams with kale chips. A mesclun greens salad with pumpkin seed vinaigrette, a ring of roasted fall vegetables lining the edge of the plate. Prime rib with roasted fingerling potatoes and a side of the aoli Mel couldn't stop gushing about. And to top it all off, a slice of pumpkin cheesecake and helping of chocolate mousse that perfectly balanced deep chocolate flavor with creamy rich texture. We might have licked the bowl. Our waitress assured us this was perfectly acceptable.

Thursday, Dane and Micki treated us with an exciting home-cooked dinner: stuffed pork chops, potatoes au gratin, and sweet Halloween snacks. We made the most of their last night in town, relaxing over football.

Early Friday morning we picked up a ZipCar and drove Dane and Micki to the airport.

As hard as it was to say goodbye, we can look forward seeing them again soon: Christmas is just around the corner!

our iPhone event + uncommon giveaway

2011-11-05T21:24:00.000-04:00

Last Friday night, we had a lovely community group leaders dinner at the Publick House. We enjoyed the company and talked logistics for our upcoming multiplication. But at 8:45, Ian gave the signal for the iPhone 4s hopefuls to head to internet access. Unless we wanted to wait 2+ weeks for online orders, we knew we'd have to reserve iPhones at 9 p.m. via the Apple web site for next day in-store pickup.

Brett was also in the market for a new phone, so the three of us sat in Brett and Emily's living room and used two computers to repeatedly attempt the reservation process. High traffic volume resulted in lots of error messages, sometimes right before the final step. Brett threw in the towel with his netbook and passed it off to Ian in exchange for Emily's iPhone. With the app, he managed to reserve two (the maximum allowed) for CambridgeSide Galleria. The Boylston Store downtown was already out. One for Brett, one for us.

"We're getting another one. I don't care how far we have to drive," Ian said, flushed with iPhone fever, a glint in his eye. He looked at the online map and tried for a reservation in the Burlington Mall. Two attempts later and we had another destination on our iPhone road trip.

This resulted in a heated discussion on the way home: could we pick up both iPhones and still get the house ready for company? With iMotivation, Ian dusted and swept while I worked on the [REUNION] slideshow for Sunday, and he promised to do more in the morning while I was at my eye doctors appointment.

By 11:30 a.m. I was back with new corrective lens prescriptions and the apartment sparkled. Brett picked us up in the rental car they had picked up for their weekend trip to Jersey. We hopped in the iPhone line after confirming our registration, and thirty minutes later the three of us were on the floor with an Apple Specialist.

Ian and I began the iPhone setup process while Brett looked at cases. When it was time to access our Verizon account, we kept getting an error message. We tried different combinations of our two phone numbers, names, and last four digits of social security numbers to no avail. Our helpful Specialist took us to the Verizon kiosk right outside and after a little searching and some panic about the possibility of a stolen identity, discovered Ian had been reciting the last four digits of our credit card number, not his social. Back to the store we went.

We continued the process and paid for the phone, only to realize they hadn't applied our New Every Two credit; a few weeks ago, the Boylston store had told us they could do everything a Verizon store could do. While I set up my phone, Ian talked to the guys at the kiosk and called Verizon. He learned they only offer the credit through Verizon directly. We'd have to return my phone, then buy it online through Verizon and wait two weeks for delivery. Our specialist talked to her manager. He couldn't give us a phone discount, but offered merchandise to make up the difference. Another reason I love Apple: we got a $50 App Store gift card for our trouble.

Brett dropped us off on his way to pick up Emily and wished us luck with iPhone number two. We grabbed Fox's car (thanks again for the loan!) and headed west.

The Burlington Mall is in the middle of a sea of cars. That it felt surreal is a testament to our adjustment to city living. We parked and quickly located the Apple Store, pleased to see there was no one in the iPhone line. Veterans at this point, we could chuckle at the well-off older gentleman inquiring as to the availability of the new iPhone. No reservation, no phone. In five minutes, we were talking with our second Apple Specialist of the day (who referred to the Boylston Store as "heaven") and breezed through the process.

Mission accomplished, we headed to the food court for some celebratory Chick-fil-a. And I told Ian the next time we need to get iPhones, we're ordering them online.

We're thrilled with our new phones, and wanted to share the love. Our awesome uncommon capsule cases arrived with a couple discount codes to share. Each is good for $5 off any uncommon case: iPhone 3gs, iPhone 4/4s, or iPod touch. Comment with what image you'd wrap around your device of choice, and we'll randomly select two coupon recipients. Deadline is Friday, November 11. Go!

thankful list | October

2011-11-01T14:46:00.000-04:00

01. Fringe season 4 starting on Hulu
02. baptisms
03. sweet messages from Ian (see above)
04. time with friends + new baby
05. ProPresenter 4 at [REUNION]
06. SCRIPTschool. still.
07. a visit from amazing in-laws
08. our quick trip to DC
09. a passing grade on the first three of Ian's LAREs
10. Pepto-Bismol for my sometimes finicky stomach
11. a visit from our landlord, reassurance there's no hard feelings after a lease fiasco
12. once again, for many reasons, God placing us in Boston
13. [REUNION]'s successful Somerville location launch
14. my new (Missoni, unintentionally) travel pillow: no more Bobble Anna
15. good weather for half of our NYC weekend
16. in-room iron and blow dryer after a morning in the cold rain of NYC
17. David Crowder Band
18. Gungor + Chris August + John Mark McMillan
19. friends who call when they go to IKEA
20. friends who pick up things for us at IKEA when we can't go with them
21. our space heater
22. iPhones

Happy Halloween!

2011-10-31T13:37:00.003-04:00

We're recovering from our (unrelated to Halloween) weekend trip to NYC. Stay tuned for stories from our last couple of crazy good weeks. In the meantime, we hope you have a trick-free and treat-full Halloween!

dinner and a movie: messy but good

2011-10-21T13:33:00.000-04:00

A couple weekends ago, we met up with indie-film-loving and Coolidge-Corner-Theatre-membership-carrying friends Brad and Caitlin. Because we haven't been taking advantage of the free after 6 p.m. Sundays perk to our membership.

We started our dinner and a movie night at Blue Ribbon Bar-B-Q in Arlington, our taste buds skeptical but hopeful. It's gotten rave reviews, but we keep in mind that New England good barbecue isn't always the same as Midwestern good barbecue.

This was good barbecue period, and decently priced to boot. Ian and I got sandwiches (TX brisket and KC burnt ends), two sides each, and drinks, plus cornbread and a slice of pie to share, all for under $25.

Tips: don't miss their delicious homemade pickles at the condiment table, and make sure one of your sides is a potato option (mashed or salad), because they really know how to make a spud taste good.

The place is tiny but full of character. Most customers called in their orders and/or took their food to go. There isn't a lot of seating, but it wasn't too cold to take advantage of their outdoor tables.

After we couldn't eat anymore, we licked our fingers, wiped our faces, packed up our leftovers (including our still-untouched slice of sweet potato pie), and drove back to Coolidge Corner, just in time for the 7 p.m. showing of Drive.

The last time we went to the Coolidge expecting an action/thriller, it turned out to be an awkward and disappointing character study that fell flat. Drive is also a character study masquerading as an action/thriller, but the similarities end there. Drive received it's R rating for a small handful of short, Quentin Tarantino-esque bursts of violence, not uncomfortable hooker scenes. It also had an 80s vibe in music, typography, and color (the cars, on the other hand, were not stuck in the 80s). The script was pared down to only the essentials, relying on the incredible acting to give it body. Everything in the movie seemed so purposeful. Even though I felt most of it went over my head, it provided depth.

Be prepared for a few violent scenes — they are short and spread across the movie. Only the middle few are extremely graphic; the crescendo and decrescendo of depicted violence seems, again, purposeful, but I haven't deciphered it yet.

This was a fantastic film that didn't disappoint; we couldn't stop talking about it the whole way home. Overall, I give dinner, movie, and great company four stars.

Anna + Ian in the DR: another Skype session

2011-10-19T12:58:00.000-04:00

We were able to Skype with Luis and Dilson a couple Fridays ago. He and his family are doing well: Jason is adjusting to the poly-technical school he started a month ago and is starting to enjoy it, Dilson is studying hard and eating well, and Reina passed with flying colors the tests she took while we were there in pursuit of her degree (I think in psychology and/or teaching?). Luis, who just got back from a G.O. retreat, was beaming as usual, sharing how they miss us, can't wait for us to come back, and are continually praying for us. It's a good reminder to be more intentional in praying for them, our friends and partners.

La Mosca continues to have issues with violence, but they are making progress. A few households can't make it to Sunday services, so Luis goes to their homes and holds mini-services, which neighbors also attend. He also asked us to pray for twins Juan and Jose; people in our group have gotten to know them over the past couple years. They've been busy working (they have a large family to support) and missing services. Luis wants to make sure they continue to grow in their faith. He also updated us on his son Luicito (pre-Reina in Luis's street thug days). Luicito isn't happy with his life away from God, but continues to put off commitment to change. They continue to love on him, and I know they would appreciate prayer.

We hope you can continue to pray for the Vargas family and La Mosca alongside us!

go squirrel, go!

2011-10-17T12:21:00.000-04:00

A while back, Micah and Marianna invited us to join them for some college football. Thanks to one of their friends who coaches at BC, they had free tickets to the Wake Forest game on October 1.

Boston is a sports-crazy city (see Sox, Celtics, and Bruins). But the enthusiasm doesn't generally extend to college sports (unless you're talking ice hockey).

I think this is best illustrated by the fact that the goal line cross eliciting the most cheers was executed by a lost squirrel, whose appearance near the line of scrimmage paused the game. He ran from midfield to the goal line, then celebrated just a little in his newfound sports celebrity status.

Boston College didn't fare as well, losing to Wake Forest 27-19. The game reminded me what I miss about fall back in Kansas: spending Saturdays in Bill Snyder Family Stadium doing the Wabash. Thankfully, in addition to spending some quality time with Micah and Marianna, we were able to enjoy the second half of the game behind the Wake Forest bench, chatting with new REUNION friends who moved here from NYC and happen to be K-State architecture alum.

We left the game in the middle of the fourth quarter to watch K-State on some big screens. When you can't be at the game, cheering on the 'Cats with good friends over cheesy tots and nachos is the next best thing.

countdown to iPhones

2011-10-13T12:24:00.001-04:00

We've been saving up as we waited for the lastest iPhone model announcement and release. (If you only knew how easily I get lost in Boston, you'd understand why I'm really going to benefit from an upgrade to a smart phone.)

We aren't getting them tomorrow. We're nerdy enough to wait in line, but we already have other plans. Which works out pretty well for us. We want to make sure our investments are protected from day 1, and the delay gives us flex time to wait for our personalized cases to arrive. (Guess which one's mine...)

Uncommon has a simple interface for designing iPhone + iPod cases.

01. Upload your own image or use one from their library.
02. Position and resize until you're happy.
03. Order.

We've heard great reviews from friends and well-loved blogs: they're good cases, and their printing technology really doesn't scratch or peel. As quasi-designers/artists, we were thrilled to find out this was a possibility within reach, for not significantly more than in-store options ($35-40 + shipping). Confession: that Uncommon only makes iPhone cases factored into my phone decision.

Ecstatic photos with the real things (cases + iPhones) in the near future.

Steve Jobs, 1955-2011

2011-10-06T11:09:00.001-04:00

(tribute on apple.com)

"RIP Steve Jobs. You touched an ugly world of technology and made it beautiful. You changed the world. Things won't be the same without you." —Matt Galligan (@mg)

We saw the news last night around 11pm, and read the New York Times article on our new MacBook Pro. Fitting.

Steve created some of my favorite things: aforementioned MacBook Pro, my previous model (6+ years and still trucking), our future first iPhones (we're getting them in a couple weeks, but I'm already predicting they make the list), and Pixar. It's hard to imagine what the world, our lives, would look like today without his influence on technology and design. Beautiful, simple, forward thinking.

In the words of Toy Story's Little Green Men, "We are eternally grateful."

thankful list | september

2011-09-30T09:00:00.000-04:00

01. Chrome (the Google browser).
02. Angry Birds.
03. making our "cash flow plan," i.e. budget, really work.
04. after 6+ years, a new MacBook Pro (paid for via sinking fund).
05. community group growth.
06. seeing lives changing thanks to FPU.
07. helping Ian organize his Gmail; yes, I'm a nerd.
08. Ian's month-ish break in studying for LAREs.
09. fall weather and the wardrobe that accompanies it.
10. caramelized onion+prosciutto+Gruyere pizza.
11. Skype dates.
12. crossing term life insurance off our to-do list.
13. my home inspiration book, i.e. the IKEA catalog.
14. our new community group curriculum (version 2.0).
15. SCRIPTschool. And Erin taking it with me.
16. our slow and steady move towards less stuff.
17. Ian nailing homemade pasta thanks to this book.
18. K-State's win over the U
19. our IKEA desk chair
20. the [REUNION] picnic
21. Trader Joe's pita puffs (not to be confused with pita chips.)
22. dinner and design shop talk with Gerald and Mel

"It's just a flesh wound."

2011-09-26T14:51:00.000-04:00

We've mentioned before how we're working through the Dave Ramsey plan. We're on step 3 of 7: debt is gone and we're filling out our $1,000 emergency fund to 3-6 months worth of expenses.

The plan also includes other important financial tasks, so we're in the process of getting 20-year term life insurance. Which involves a basic medical exam: medical history, immediate family medical history, blood pressure, height/weight, and blood and urine samples.

Ian schedules our appointment for 6:30 Friday morning, so we won't have to fast all day. The alarm goes off at 5:40. Do you know how hard it is to shower, standing under running water, while you're trying to wait to provide samples? The medical assistant is running a little late, so I play Angry Birds to distract myself while Ian is a grownup and reads the news (on our new Mac!).

Natasha arrives a little before 7 and I make a beeline to the bathroom with the little cup and vials while Ian gets started with his paperwork. Forty minutes later we're almost done. I'm signing papers at the counter while Ian sits down for his blood sample. And then it's my turn. I should mention here that I get a little anxious about this. I can feel the needle the whole time and it's a little unnerving. So I steel myself and sit down. Natasha makes small talk to keep me calm, and Ian sits on the kitchen counter and makes faces to distract me. I'm doing great.

And then it happens. Or rather doesn't. No blood. She digs, but only a little. "I'm so sorry. The needle might be dull. I'll try again with a new one." Professional, friendly, caring. Ian breaks eye contact to check out what's happening on my arm.

The back of my neck goes cold. "I'll just sit back and breathe a little."

The next thing I know Ian's concerned face is hovering over me and Natasha is fanning me with our medical papers as I'm lying on our (not-cleaned-in-two-weeks) kitchen floor. We don't have juice, so Ian starts finger-feeding me honey after he grabs a pillow from the living room.

"It's a good thing you're light!" Natasha consoles me with a story about a larger man who also passed out on her, while his very pregnant wife watched helplessly from their sofa. Ian feeds me chopped up banana bits.

After a few minutes resting on the floor, Natasha asks if I want to try again or do it another time. But I want to get this knocked off our list. "Do I have to get up?" I don't. One poke and it's over. She packages our samples (we should hear back in a couple weeks), tells us to call her if I have any problems, and heads out.

I hope they don't need to run any blood tests at my annual exam in a couple weeks.

"When the world spins crazy"

2011-09-12T11:33:00.002-04:00

Yesterday was normal. We went to [REUNION], Ian studied for his licensure exams, we went out for ice cream with John and Erin, and had our every-other-weekend Burn Notice double feature double date with Brett and Emily.

Yesterday was different. We remembered, Ian watched old footage online, and we talked about where we were ten years ago when we first heard. Ian was eating cereal and watching TV before school when the coverage began. I was in class and couldn't believe the odds that two planes would accidentally hit the World Trade Center. I got to my next class and my accounting teacher told us, "You have lost your innocence" — I knew then it was no accident.

We were young, and far away in Kansas. I don't think it ever seemed quite real until we saw Ground Zero on our trip to NYC three years ago. And now, in Boston, it is closer than ever. We took time to remember those who were needlessly lost, those who sacrificed everything for others, and those who continue to serve. At [REUNION], we also prayed a prayer written ten years ago in response to 9/11.

“When the world spins crazy,
spins wild and out of control,
spins toward rage and hate and violence,
spins beyond our wisdom and nearly
beyond our faith,
When the world spins to chaos as it does now among us...
We are glad for sobering roots that provide ballast in the storm
So we thank you for our rootage in communities of faith,
for many fathers and mothers
who have believed and trusted
as firm witnesses to us,
for their many stories of wonder, awe and healing.
We are glad this day in this company
for the rootage of scripture,
for its daring testimony,
for its deep commands,
for its exuberant tales.
Because we know that as we probe deep into this text...
clear to its bottom,
we will find you hiding there,
we will find you showing yourself there,
speaking as you do,
governing,
healing,
judging.
And when we meet you hiddenly,
we find the spin not so unnerving,
because from you the world again has a chance
for life and sense and wholeness.
We pray midst the spinning, not yet unnerved,
but waiting and watching and listening,
for you are the truth that contains all our spin. Amen.”
—Walter Brueggemann

Yesterday, today, and always, in this broken world, may this be our prayer.

Irene: our before & after

2011-09-08T14:19:00.001-04:00

Last summer, when my family came to visit, we purchased a membership to the New England Aquarium, allowing us to bypass the long line. And, we reasoned, we only had to go one more time to make it pay for itself. We did, kind of: I took Stewie. Four tickets not purchased, membership worth it. But Ian and I had only gone together once, and Ian loves aquariums. With an impending expiration date of August 31, we knew we had to squeeze our final aquarium date in on Saturday before Irene hit.

Ian spent the morning studying for his upcoming LAREs, and then we hopped on the T. For two and a half hours, we wandered past our favorite exhibits (penguins, jellies, and the giant ocean tank) and spent some time at the new shark and ray touch tank.

I have a new favorite aquatic animal: cownose rays. How can you resist a perpetually smiling creature that enjoys interacting with humans?

For the exhibit, the aquarium clips their stingers (as painless as clipping fingernails). You place your hand in the water near the edge, palm down, and they swim under your hands as they school around the tank. One even turned around to get an extra touch from Ian. There's plenty of room for the rays to avoid visitors, but most are eager to glide under waiting hands.

After we finished our circuit, we headed to the McArdles' going away party (Phil is going to serve in a New Hampshire church and eventually lead a new location for them). It was a great send off, but the first Irene downpour hit as we were leaving.

The next morning, we woke up to howling winds, thanked REUNION for wisely cancelling the gatherings, and fell back asleep.

Irene left Boston in time for us to still have community group, so at 6:45pm, we finally left the apartment. And immediately noticed the damage from a fallen tree just down the street. The tree was already gone, but the aftermath remained.

Several scrapes ran down the side of the building, but the tree only broke one window and smashed a few fence sections. The sidewalk and street did not fare as well. The granite curb, asphalt paving, and sidewalk uprooted along with the tree, jutting up at strange angles. We were extra-thankful our only issue was a hiccup in electricity.

And just like that, Irene was gone. Now we just have to eat through our emergency preparedness Clif bar stash...

Friday Night Photobooth

2011-09-05T22:21:00.001-04:00

Friday night, Ryan and Tyra threw together a community group + friends night full of tacos, photobooth, and fun.

Untitled from Tyra Bleek on Vimeo.

Maybe a little too much fun...

man vs. water

2011-08-28T18:39:00.001-04:00

Today, water wins. Hurricane/Tropical Storm Irene canceled [REUNION] gatherings this morning and kept us inside today. And we have it better than most: no internet outages, no power outages, no flooding.

But last weekend, we watched man conquer water. The Red Bull Cliff Diving World Series included a stop in Boston. Leaps into Boston Harbor from a platform constructed on top of the Institute of Contemporary Art's cantilever wowed more than 23,000 spectators. Including us.

Fox, Ian, and I arrived early to scope out the best vantage point. We started in the risers, where we saw the first practice dives. The ICA cantilever and deck framed out the takeoffs and landings, leaving us with a simple view of men falling from the sky like giant raindrops.

The space around the ICA continued to fill. Even the water was cluttered with boats and kayaks pressing up to the floating line, which cordoned off the diving area.

After the national anthem officially started the event, a member of the Red Bull Air Force parachuted in on a kayak. They called it skyaking.

Halfway through the first round, we worked our way to the edge of the deck to get a better view of the dives in full. With a little patience, we ended up directly below the diving platform. For handstand take offs, legs would appear beyond the platform then vanish again as the diver lifted himself into position.

Growing up, the two summer Olympics events I enjoyed most were gymnastics and diving. The precision and grace with which the divers fall is amazing. Small movements, an arm slightly curved, toes pointed, and they spiral through the air with the beauty of a falling leaf. How can you do so much in three short seconds?

A perfectly executed dive produces only a small circle of bubbling water. This feat is much more astounding to witness in person.

After two rounds, they cut the field to the top six, who would execute one final dive. The still, bright day offered the perfect conditions for the divers to attempt the most complex dives in their repertoires in an effort to land on top.

We cheered for the underdog finalist, Mexican Jorge Ferzuli. We rejoiced with American Kent De Monde (and his large group of supporters, the DeMondsters) after a well executed dive launched him onto the podium. And we gasped at the beauty of British Gary Hunt's series winning dive.

As we made our way to the North End for post-diving cannoli, Fox and Ian discussed how this could set a precedent for hosting more events on the Harbor. I just hope they come back next year.

Anna+Ian in the DR: in retrospect

2011-08-26T13:26:00.003-04:00

800+ served at the medical clinic in La Mosca.
20 kids learned more about worship and music.
1 fence wall completed for the future parsonage in Hato del Yaque.
0 ER visits made.
0 days affected by Tropical Storm Emily.
countless prayers answered, countless lives changed (including ours).

Thanks for sticking with me on our week in the DR. We appreciate your support so much and hope you enjoyed the stories. And remember, it doesn't end here. Continue to pray for the Vargas family and the communities we served. Dios te bendigo!

our photos | our blog posts

REUNION in the DR 2011 GO Video from Nate Oaks on Vimeo.

Through G.O. Ministries, [REUNION] partners with Pastor Luis Vargas and his family in the Dominican Republic. The Vargas family works tirelessly to share God's light and love with their impoverished neighborhood, La Mosca — a place held hostage by disease, addiction, crime, illiteracy, and malnutrition.

For the past four years, [REUNION] has given financially, provided for special needs (like a ministry-enabling truck), and even more importantly, supported them relationally. Each year, [REUNION] sends a team to help with construction, offer a medical clinic, and encourage Pastor Luis's family.

Anna+Ian in the DR: home again

2011-08-24T18:00:00.000-04:00

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Yesterday morning we had breakfast, finished packing, and said goodbye to the kids. Thanks to an early afternoon flight, we had a decent chunk of time to hang out with them before their nutrition clinic. Michelle definitely stuck closer and gave lots of hugs (Maria came later when we were already on the bus, so I could only wave to her).

The kids all had fun taking last day photos for us. And right before we loaded onto the bus, they all gathered into a group to tell us gracias. With Yannie as the spokesgirl, they said a lot of nice things (Jenn translated). What I remember the most is "We are sad you are leaving, but happy because we know you will be back."

I'm definitely leaving a little piece of my heart in the DR.

We said more goodbyes at the airport, and Jenn prayed for us right before we headed into the terminal.

Where security took my batteries. I didn't understand, because TSA doesn't take them away. Apparently the DR's TSA equivalent thinks loose batteries are dangerous (but they're fine if they're in something, like our fans or flashlights). And of course, instead of trashing them they put my batteries aside. At least they won't be wasted, but had I known, they would have gone either in our checked bag, or donated to Jenn/G.O.

My resulting grumpiness contributed to Ian and I's heated discussion over his purchase of a $6 can of Pringles. Dave would not be happy. I wasn't.

We whiled away our wait with UNO until I heard my name over the loudspeaker, rattled off with a couple other people from our team and a few I didn't recognize. We headed over to the gate and learned our checked bags were randomly selected for inspection, and we had to be present. The gate attendant escorted us downstairs right next to security, where our bags were piled on a cart. If I spoke decent Spanish, I would have asked for my batteries back so I could put them in my checked bag.

Mine was first. I had to sign papers (in Spanish, no idea what they said) while someone looked through all my stuff. The security officer paid special attention to the multiple bags of coffee, sniffing each one. He laughingly said I must like coffee (I think that's what he said). I told him my husband does, plus some are gifts. Funny to think of the contrast between the ease of our entry (with controlled medical supplies) and hassle of our exit (with souvenirs and batteries).

We finally got on the plane. I love non-stop flights. We watched Thor without sound, then again sharing Emily's headphones (thanks Emily!).

We arrived at Logan, made our way through customs, and then it was time for our last round of goodbyes: Jess and Torre, headed to New Zealand for a year, and Brent (Phil's dad) and Tom (Brent's friend), headed back to Illinois.

And then we were home. It's strange how the trip seamlessly connected in our life. It wasn't jarring to go there, or to come back. Like going to visit family. And really, that's what we did.

Today I've had so many chances to talk with coworkers about the trip, the Vargas family, and [REUNION]. I'm so thankful it's opened a door and given me a new sense of boldness and purpose. On the trip I knew construction wasn't my strong suit. Other people discovered how God had woven their gifts and talents into their experiences on the trip: Danielle meeting several deaf kids and using her AIDS work experience to help out with the sex ed class, and Naomi, the elementary school teacher, building relationships with the kids. And now I've had my own "aha!" moment — I can use my gifts and passions to share our stories. I can't wait.

Anna+Ian in the DR: baptisms + goodbyes

2011-08-22T22:09:00.001-04:00

Monday, August 8, 2011 (evening)

This morning we all met for breakfast, then headed down to the beach for baptisms!

Emily decided to get dunked after a year of discussions with [REUNION] staff and lots of prayer. She was baptized as a child, by her own choice but sprinkled, not immersed. Church opinions vary greatly on baptism, but Emily concluded it was an act of obedience to do it exactly as Jesus did (right down to the open water).

Izzy's story was inspiring. She decided to follow Christ in elementary school. Once she hit middle school, she saw how her baptized friends around her were falling away from their faith. She didn't want to be baptized, only to "mess up." But she learned to rely on God as she faced the gossip and backstabbing that too often accompanies groups of teen girls (which I totally get). On the trip, she decided she was ready to get baptized (by her dad!). She's only a senior in high school. I know we all have our own journeys, but I wish that when I was her age, I "got it" as much as she does.

We also prayed for Phil and his family with their upcoming transition to a new church, for Jess and Torre as they move to New Zealand for a year, and for Josh and Joylyn, who got engaged a couple nights ago. (I think I forgot to write about that. They met on the trip last year. Josh proposed on the roof, and we all found out the next morning at breakfast when Danielle noticed the ring!)

Note: Luis caught a crab on the beach while we were filtering down for the baptisms.

We spent the rest of the morning on the beach. Ian convinced me to jump off the rocks with him. It seems so much higher looking down than it does looking up.

Brett, triathlete i.e. fish, gave Dilson several rides, and we convinced Yeison to jump off the rocks (with Brett spotting). I learned last night from Jenn that lots of people here don't know how to swim. There are accidents, because people don't know how to swim, and then parents want to keep their kids away from the water and they never learn to swim, which perpetuates the problem. Surprising to me, since it's an island.

After lunch, we relaxed on lounge chairs and in the mini pools for a couple hours, then headed to the public beach for a little shopping. It's the sort of place where you haggle prices, but G.O. has a relationship with one of the shop owners, Juanita, who gives teams a no-haggling-needed price. We picked up a sarong for me (a yellow one that says "Republica Dominicana" to go with my beloved purple sarong from the Philippines) and some cigars in a cool wooden box for Ian (with strict instructions to SHARE them with other guys in the "I like to smoke sometimes to feel manly" category).

We also joined the group headed to Patrick's, the fancy pants jewelry store. Which just means they sell pieces handcrafted in the DR, instead of cheap souvenirs possibly made in China. Ian bought me a pair of larimar (a blue stone only found in the DR) earrings that we picked together. I can't wait to wear them!

After shopping, and sharing some fries and pina coladas (in pineapples!) with Gerald and Mel, our team hopped back into the van. The 2 hour trip back involved Hunger Games discussions and an ice cream pit stop.

When we got back, a few people on the team arranged for us to have a candlelit dinner on the roof to celebrate Brent's birthday (the company and the cake was excellent). We also realized how burnt Ian is: he looks like a lobster. ouch.

After dinner, Jenn played a video slide show from our week.

REUNION in the DR 2011 GO Video from Nate Oaks on Vimeo.

And then we had to say goodbye to the Vargas family. It wasn't as hard as I thought, because I know we can look forward to Skype, and we're praying for them as they're praying for us. More than ever, I see the new testament missionary+supporting churches relationship. And we've already been using the phrase "next year..."

Anna+Ian in the DR: the Vargas family + Puerto Plata

2011-08-21T18:00:00.000-04:00

Sunday, August 7, 2011 (evening)

This morning, we returned to La Mosca for church. Ian and Jess helped out with music (using songs from last night, which they had learned in Spanish thanks to the worship clinic). Luis preached about Paul's balance of wisdom and boldness as he shared the Good News, with Jenn translating for us. After the service, we spent a little time with the community (and took some group photos).

Then we were off to Hato del Yaque to pack for the beach — we're taking an overnight trip in Puerto Plata with the Vargas family. The guys all finished in 5 minutes and even had time for a nap before lunch. Us ladies took a much more communal approach and shared packing suggestions. We're on Dominican time anyway, so a 1:30 p.m. departure is more of a suggestion...

Two hours and a bathroom+ice cream stop later, we were checking in at the resort. Ian and I dropped our bags in our room, then headed to the beach. It was a little overcast, but still beautiful. We relaxed in the water until it was time for dinner.

After dinner, we gathered on lounge chairs and took some time to share our experiences on the trip. Danielle, who knows sign language and is working towards translator-level fluency, shared how God allowed her to cross paths with three different deaf individuals, bringing two of her passions (the deaf community and the DR) together. People who have been on the trip before talked about the amazing growth they've seen in both La Mosca and the individuals in the church. We also were amazed at how God worked through us despite the language barrier (particularly with the worship clinic). And how despite the different languages, cultures, experiences, we all share the same purpose: pursuing God and redeeming lives and communities.

We stayed around long after our "official" debriefing was over. I was part of an interesting conversation with Jenn — she shared some of the stories behind the rules for teams serving with G.O. (I'm blown away by how one thoughtless decision can ruin someone's life). Then we had fun interrogating Luis and Reina (thanks to Emily's translating skills). Reina gave us a little more detail about having Luis investigated after he told her he was interested in her (the report: he's a good man). After seeing photos and getting ministry updates, it's nice to learn about them on a more personal level. Luis also called Ian his baby (i.e. his son) after Ian laughingly called Luis his father in response to Luis telling him to sit up straight. So we're family now.

On one hand, it seems a little frivolous to spend a day at a resort, albeit a very modest one (at least by our culture's standards), when there are so many unmet needs all around us. (How do we enjoy all-you-can-eat buffets when the kids we've spent time with are lucky to get one meal a day?) On the other hand, it allows us to grow our relationship with the Vargas family, and treat them to a much deserved vacation. They're a pretty amazing family.

Anna+Ian in the DR: La Mosca + bilingual worship

2011-08-20T18:30:00.000-04:00

Saturday, August 6, 2011 (evening)

We finished the wall yesterday, pillars and all. After getting all our tools cleaned and put away, we even had time to visit the "salon," run by little Dominican girls, while watching some final music lessons at the worship clinic.

A girl grabbed me from outside and sat me down for a new hairdo. She introduced herself as Michelle. A little later they swapped clients, and Maria started working on my hair. Those girls are so sweet! When they got tired of ponytails, they decided to squeeze in a jam session.

The kids left once the medical team returned (final patient count for the two-day clinic set a new record: 800+). We took showers, then headed to a nearby colmado for some liquid refreshments. (Glass bottles must return to their colmado of purchase.)

I want their kitty.

After dinner last night, we all walked to an empanada stand while a few ladies stayed behind to help Jenn with a sex ed class for her girls bible study. It's not surprising for a girl here to get pregnant as young as 13, and spend the rest of her life having kids and trying to find a man to support her family. Education on this subject can literally change a girl's life.

The empanada stand, by the way, is powered with some pirated wires rigged to the power lines. Sometimes it would fritz out and they'd jiggle the wires until it came on again. My cheese empanada was excellent, but I don't think I could handle more than one in a week (that's saying something: I love cheese and fried food). We also had some entertainment. A little boy (possibly related to the woman and daughter running the nearby stand) started showing off for us so we would take his picture.

This morning, we put on some nicer clothes, then headed to La Mosca to visit homes. In the States, door-to-door is not well received, but everyone who had been before assured us it's much different here. It was. We started at Luis's church, where we split up into several smaller groups, each with a translator. Ian and I joined Isaiah, Mel and Gerald (who translated for us). We went to a few houses, asking if they'd been to the medical clinic, and telling them that church services are tomorrow at 9 a.m. At the first house, Daniel invited us in. He is a handy man and has a cold (or the flu?). We prayed for him, then headed out.

A couple houses later, we were invited in again, this time by Maria. She has a brain tumor as well as several other medical conditions requiring surgery. In the DR, you have to purchase all the equipment for your surgery, from the scalpel to the gauze pads. She showed us her list. It's heartbreaking to see someone in that situation without access to the care she needs. She reminded us a lot of our moms — she has already been through breast cancer, and in spite of everything, she has such a strong spirit and solid faith that God was in control no matter the outcome. She showed us around her house, and I was struck at how even though her family doesn't have much, they do what they can to make their house welcoming and inviting.

We also talked to a man who had been in an accident. Gangrene was setting in his leg, but he didn't trust the doctors. Instead, he prayed and was healed. He showed us his scars, and asked us to pray for his son, who is in prison for something he didn't do.

When we headed out, I didn't expect to be so inspired. Other groups had different experiences than we did, sharing their own stories and planting seeds in the midst of hopelessness. But I know I don't have as much trust, faith, and contentment as the people we met today.

We met back at the Vargas's church for lunch, then drove to the Vargas's home. We didn't all fit in their living room, but it didn't matter. Luis and Reina shared their stories: how they came to follow Christ, how they met, and how they started their ministry in La Mosca. Luis used to be a street fighter, and ended up in church following a girl he thought was cute. But soon he was going because he was interested in what the pastor had to say. A week after he answered an alter call, he was in church leadership. He also told us about the partnership with [REUNION], which started four years ago. At the time, he was working in another church. Two years ago, G.O. asked him to move to La Mosca, but said another church was supporting the ministry there. Luis refused to go without "his people." So now [REUNION] supports him in La Mosca. I'm amazed at the relationship we have with the Vargas family — how can you be so close and committed with so little time and such great distance? Only God.

After spending some time with the Vargas family, we headed back into Santiago to tour the G.O. school and medical facilities, and allow time for the G.O. Kids sponsors on our team to meet their kids. The school might not be that great compared to our expectations, but in the Dominican, it's an incredible school: manageable class sizes, good resources like a library and computer lab, and low cost compared to private schools (with a sponsorship program to minimize family costs as needed).

Delores showed us around the medical facilities, then the old headquarters, which they are demolishing to make room for a bigger, better medical clinic (the space occupied by the current clinic will then become part of the school).

We got back to Hato del Yaque a little later than planned. After a quick dinner, we set up for the culmination of the worship clinic: a bilingual service for the community. The band was a combination of our team and Dominicans who attended the clinic. The songs alternated languages, but at times, everyone was singing together, Spanish and English intertwined. I think maybe that's what heaven will be like. All praising God together with our own cultures. The beauty of diversity without any cultural barriers.

Anna+Ian in the DR: construction + La Sirena

2011-08-19T13:00:00.018-04:00

Friday, August 5, 2011 (siesta)

Yesterday afternoon, we made a lot of headway and finished up the walls!

After getting cleaned up and eating dinner, we headed to the Dominican equivalent of Super Target, La Sirena. On the way, Ian and I looked through my photos. So many funny ones from kid photographers.

At the store, we picked up lots of vanilla and coffee for us and for gifts. They really have everything. Like the giant loaf of bread Magen found.

Downstairs is a grocery store (food + personal care) and upstairs is like True Value+Sears on steroids. School supplies, books, furniture, appliances, keys, home goods. You name it, they have it. We all met up at the food court for snacks (mas Bon ice cream!), then together headed for the checkout, where we saw a giant mascot pencil (back to school?).

When we got back to Hato del Yaque, I was ready for bed but ended up helping make guacamole with monster avocados while Ian started an impromptu worship session. Which was lovely, but also made a rough evening for us, since we hadn't talked much. I just wanted to sleep, but Ian was unavailable due to his guitar playing and singing. I finally gave up on saying goodnight and started getting ready for bed. Right before I crawled into my bunk, they finished up. I went out and we had an emotional but productive chat about improving communication. Always a work in progress.

(post-trip note: most of the couples on the trip had a similar sort of "need to work on it" situation, and us married ladies discussed how nice it is to have that "me too!" moment. Marriage takes work, and we're all imperfect. I needed to adjust my attitude, and Ian needed to communicate more. So we work on it. And I wanted to include that little paragraph here on the blog to keep it real.)

This morning, we poured the pillars in the cement block wall we finished yesterday, and we also leveled the yard (the soil is so dark and rich). It's looking good! Lots of mixing though. I performed minor blister removal surgery, using scissors and copious amounts of antibacterial. And had a great chat with Shannon and Dave about working, kids, and money. Until we were ambushed with water balloons. Apparently, when Ben mentioned he had water balloons, he was informed they are like crack to little Dominican kids. Which explains their rabid excitement at nailing all the Americanos. We didn't mind. The water felt so good!

This afternoon, we have mucho mas concreto to mix. It's getting easier. And messier. I can't wait to shower tonight!

Anna+Ian in the DR: construction + Hoya de Bartola

2011-08-18T13:00:00.009-04:00

Thursday, August 4, 2011 (siesta)

Yesterday we moved concrete blocks and buckets of mortar and soupy concrete. Generoso and Felix are the masons, and we kept them supplied (with help from Jeissy). Ian and I also met Pastor Luis in person for the first time — he came from La Mosca to spend the day with us. He is so full of joy and love. He and two of his sons, Luiscito and Dilson, helped us mix the mortar and concrete.

We're working on the brick wall surrounding the site of the in-progress parsonage. This will be a two family home, allowing the pastor, Elido (EL ido), and Jenn, our G.O. Ministries coordinator who serves at the church here in Hato del Yaque, to move to the neighborhood from Santiago. (This will also be a great situation for Jenn who is moving forward in the process of adopting a Haitian boy). I was so sore when I woke up this morning, but it's very rewarding work.

Right before lunch yesterday, we went to Hoya de Bartola a.k.a. The Hole, a trash dump neighborhood very similar to La Mosca.

It reminded me of some of the poorer parts of the Philippines.

We went to the (newly finished) church and talked with Felix, the pastor (his son was playing with a Mater toy truck). Felix has been serving in The Hole for 10 years. He thanked us for sacrificing our time, and said because of groups like ours, the kids in this neighborhood — many of whom are ignored, abused, and abandoned by their families and community — have learned to trust adults again. Yesterday morning at our breakfast table, we had wondered what difference we can make in just a week. God gave us a powerful answer through Felix. After asking a few questions, lunch for the nutrition center was ready. We went downstairs to serve the kids. For most, it is their only meal of the day. Each plate is portioned, and they know what they're supposed to get.

One girl "picked" me, and kept waving, hugging me, and smiling. After lunch we took a quick walk through the Hole, and she wanted to ride on my back. She wasn't small — maybe 10 years old? Ian gave a kid named Freddy a ride on his shoulders. When we got back on the bus, all the kids kept waving through the windows. Freddy ran after us, smiling and waving until he couldn't keep up. I never want to forget that face.

We came back, ate lunch, then worked more until it rained. Which meant showers for us. Much appreciated.

I also should note that the rest breaks run long. This morning, we played with the kids who showed up. Rosa did my hair, and Miguel and Riley played the game where you cover someone's eyes and make them guess who you are.

After dinner, we got our money (last night we gave Derek, with G.O., cash to exchange into pesos), then headed for ice cream at Helados Bon. It was so good! I got a cone with two scoops: macadamia nut and organic chocolate. Amazing.

Then we went back to Hato del Yaque and played games. I killed it with Monopoly Deal, thank to Park Place+Boardwalk and two consecutive rent cards.

This morning was full of more bricks and concrete. I even helped mix a batch. Fingers crossed I'll be ripped and tan by the time we go home. Hah! Worship clinic is going well. It's a nice soundtrack to our construction work. Can't wait to hear more from Ian.

Anna+Ian in the DR: arrival

2011-08-17T08:00:00.003-04:00

Wednesday, August 3, 2011 (morning)

Roosters are crowing, and morning light makes the corn and banana plants glow a warm green. It's beautiful here.

We arrived yesterday in the middle of the afternoon after a flight delay (unrelated to Tropical Storm Emily). I intentionally didn't bring anything for the plane (no headphones, no book) so I could "be there" with the team — only to get put between two (pleasant but quiet) non-team Dominicans. God's working on my attitude. This trip is not about me.

We sped through customs without a hitch. Apparently, airport officials know G.O. Ministries and what they do (and we wore t-shirts identifying us as a G.O. team), so none of our bags were randomly selected for screening.

Driving through Santiago reminded me so much of the Philippines. The colors, the signs, the style — just a little less congested/dense. And Hato del Yaque is a bit like Meycauayan. Winding streets, dogs wandering around, lots of motorcycles.

The houses are one room, maybe divided by blankets. Small. Simple. Concrete blocks or mismatched collections of wood boards (which actually looks shabby chic). I'm reminded how cushy we have it at home. It makes me want to get rid of more stuff.

Last night we took a walk around the neighborhood: a parade of Americanos. The kids following us, who increased in number the farther we walked, loved Izzy's Instax camera. After an introduction, Rosa linked arms with me and we walked and talked a little (limited by my Spanish). She has 4 hermanas (or she's 1 of 4), is 12, and a student. I told her I work as an "assistante en la oficina" and Ian is my "esposa." Oops. Next time, he'll get the masculine ending and be my husband, not my wife.

When we got back to the church, Ian and I talked sports with Isaiah (from [REUNION] and currently on a 3-month internship with G.O.), and when the electricity went out we looked at the constellations.

A quick shower later and I was in bed. This morning, I realized how easy it is to get ready when you don't care what you look like. After throwing on some work clothes, I came outside for devotions and journaling before breakfast. I love this pace of life.

We made furniture (it's a coffee table).

2011-08-15T16:25:00.000-04:00

I saw Elise's diy coffee table post back in April, when Ian was lamenting the slow demise of our 4-year-old particle board IKEA coffee table. It had a good run, but was beginning to come apart after three moves and Boston humidity.

When I first suggested making one ourselves, he was skeptical. We don't have woodworking tools and he thought it would be complicated. I explained that E&P made it in their apartment. Surely we could manage.

After more debate, we settled on our ideal dimensions and purchased hairpin legs. A few weeks later, we dedicated a Saturday to errands. We expected to pick up wood at Home Depot, but went to IKEA for other items (like a real chair for our desk that doesn't leave holes on your bum) and happened across an unfinished pine tabletop in the exact dimensions we wanted (well, off by a few fractions of an inch, since the Swedish use the metric system). After some post-shopping free frozen yogurt courtesy the IKEA family program, we were on our way to Home Depot to pick out stains and paint. We went with Minwax wood finish in English Chestnut, water-based Polycrylic protective finish, and Rustoleum's Oil Rubbed Bronze for the legs, which receives Young House Love rave reviews.

Ian took care of sanding/staining/finishing the tabletop, and I took care of spray painting the legs. No process photos, unfortunately. I didn't want the camera to get speckled with paint.

I used Sherry's spray painting tips and did three light coats, waiting 10 minutes between each. Ian lightly sanded the tabletop, wiped it down, then applied two coats of stain with a rag, waiting 10-15 minutes before wiping off the excess with a clean rag. He let each coat completely dry before moving to the next coat/step. We got a cheap paintbrush to apply the two coats of finish. As recommended, after the first coat had dried, Ian lightly sanded and wiped down the tabletop before applying the second coat. It was a hot day, so we shortened the recommended drying wait times. We finished the tabletop and the legs in one afternoon.

After several days of drying (outside for an afternoon, then inside for a total of at least 48 hours), Ian assembled it while he waited for Verizon's technician to show up (between 8 a.m. and 8 p.m.). Who was unable to fix our 6-months-and-counting issue, which now will involve utility work. Our internet still intermittently drops, but we have a beautiful coffee table!

and we're back!

2011-08-10T14:56:00.004-04:00

Our flight landed in Boston last night around 7 p.m. Enough time to get through customs, say goodbye to our team (a few we won't see for a long time, like Jess + Torre who are spending the next year in New Zealand), unpack, shower, apply generous amounts of aloe vera, and still hop in bed before 11 p.m.

We have so many stories. But it's going to take us a few days to get our bearings, sort through 500+ photos, process almost 400 emails, and wash several loads of laundry. So please stay tuned.

For now, here's the video Jenn, our GO ministries facilitator, shared on our last night.

REUNION in the DR 2011 GO Video from Nate Oaks on Vimeo.

Know that by partnering with us, our ministry was also your ministry. Dios te bendigo!

We're on our way to the DR!

2011-08-02T09:30:00.001-04:00

Right now, we're at the airport. But before we actually took off, we wanted to send out a final request. Please continue to pray for the trip, our team's health and safety, our impact in the DR, and for the Vargas family's ongoing ministry. Specifically, you can pray for the construction work, the medical clinic, the worship clinic, and the event we're hosting for neighborhood kids. We don't know our exact schedule, especially with the tropical storm potential, but we trust that God can handle any offsets in timing. And while you're at it, pray that the tropical storms in the region won't hinder what needs to happen while we're there.

Thanks again for all your support, and we'll be posting an update when we get back.

Harry Potter and the Skirt from Malawi

2011-07-31T22:17:00.000-04:00

On opening weekend, Erin and I went to a ($6!) 11 a.m. HP72 showing (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2, not the Hewlett Packard 72 ink cartridges). It was bittersweet. As the title appeared on the screen, I thought "this is it." A decade in our lives is over, but it ended beautifully. Ian hasn't seen it yet, so no spoilers.

After the movie, we headed to Haymarket for some cheap produce. On our way, we ran into the African Festival of Boston in City Hall Plaza. Summer in Boston is full of interesting events. It almost makes you forget how long winter lasts. Almost.

We wandered through the market, but ended up in front of handcrafted textiles. (Not surprising. Erin and I's last husband free afternoon involved fabric and paint.)

Linda, director for MicroLoan Foundation here in the States, talked to us about the organization. The textiles at their booth, crafted in Malawi, came from Desenyo, a company founded with one of their microloans, which support African women in a wide variety of industries. She told me about their new project to bring in a tomato processing plant, ensuring the microloan-funded, tomato-farming women have a dependable market to sell their produce. Then I saw a flash of orange and blue. I peered around the corner — a volunteer was modeling a wrap skirt. I happily traded my birthday money to take it home.

Textiles tucked in our bags, we marched on to Haymarket.

Two hours and $9.50 later, I walked away with a pound of strawberries, two pounds of bananas, a container of blackberries, one pomegranate, two avocados, eight limes, and a bundle of leeks. Erin fared just as well. Of course we had to eat most of that in two days. Haymarket produce shelf life is not long, my friends.

Erin — thanks for a great Saturday!

Chihuly: Through the Looking Glass

2011-07-27T13:26:00.001-04:00

For our birthdays, my family gave Ian and I a membership to the Museum of Fine Arts. The museum is huge and amazing, and impossible to squeeze into one day. We're looking forward to wandering through on our own time, without the pressure to squeeze every penny out of a $25 ticket.

Chihuly: Through the Looking Glass is one of the current exhibits (through August 7). I've been a fan since seeing the wheat-inspired orange Chihuly chandelier at K-State's Beach Museum of Art. After constant reminders via T ads, we finally planned our art date after [REUNION] a few Sundays ago.

Of all the modern art galleries we've experienced (only a handful) Chihuly seems the most accessible. People talked, photographed — Chihuly "invites visitors to take pictures for personal, non-commercial use," and examined each piece from every angle. And it was breathtaking.

A shoulder injury 30 years ago left him unable to blow glass, so he hires craftsmen to execute his vision, which he communicates through paintings. Some of these were on display. I was inspired by his process — using tubes of paint as loaded brushes, and how his paintings capture the movement of the glass art it informs.

The exhibit closes soon, but the MFA is raising money to keep the lime green icicle tower in the Shapiro Family Courtyard. I have my fingers crossed for it to stay.

Anna+Ian in the DR: Anna's story

2011-07-25T09:34:00.002-04:00

As we've prepared for the DR these past several months, we've reserved time to share our stories. And we thought it only fitting to share our stories with you, our partners in this journey. Ian's story coming soon.

My journey to faith started with my family - my parents served as missionaries until they had me. When I was six, I “prayed the prayer,” and was baptized a few years later. A few years after that, most of my classmates started partying, and in a small town, peer pressure runs high. But God blessed me with an amazing best friend and a supportive and passionate youth group. Together we were okay being different. When I left for college, my faith became my own. I plugged into a new church - not because of family or friends, but because I chose to pursue God. I don’t have a big sexy testimony where God saved me in some dramatic way, but I do know how faithful he was in blessing me with the support and community that allowed me to pursue him. God honored my parents’ faithfulness and prayers.

My journey to Boston started when a nearby town’s show choir toured northwest Kansas high schools. I knew several of the guys thanks to joint youth group mission trips, and they selected me for a serenade. This cute curly-haired boy was the soloist. A year later and my freshman year of college almost behind me, I found out he hadn’t forgotten me, and was coming to K-State in the fall. Three years later, he proposed. We spent eight months in Philly for his internship, then returned to Kansas for his final year of school. He graduated when the economy tanked. Thanks to a classmate he had a lead in Boston, and we felt a growing call to the city. We waited. And waited. It was a big lesson in patience and trust. He eventually got the call, and right before Thanksgiving 2009, we moved to Boston.

Our journey to [REUNION] started with two friends who lived in Boston: a high school youth group friend going to seminary, and Ian’s friend at the office. Both went to [REUNION], originally without knowing the other one did. We figured it was a good place to begin our church hunt. On our first Sunday, we had a quick conversation with Hank about the huge need in Boston, and we met the Naumans - architects. It felt like home. We started getting plugged in, and the rest is history.

My journey to my job started with a plan to hunt once we arrived in Boston (I’m an English major with passions but no career aspirations). A few months later and still no job, we were nearing the end of our emergency fund. Ian had to work over a weekend, so I joined him at the office instead of moping with another season of Alias. Ian read an email from HR - the office needed a temp during the receptionist’s maternity leave. I applied and interviewed. They turned me down as a temp, but offered me a full-time administrative assistant position. God provided, with perfect timing, a job that more than fills that gap in our finances. And I love it - I organize for other people, and am part of the office social media and web site efforts. Plus the regular hours leave me plenty of time for blogging.

Our trip to the DR started with a desire to serve God together. I’ve experienced the joy of serving others through several mission trips - house building in Mexico, outreach in inner city Chicago, school improvements on a Navajo Indian reservation, and relief efforts in Pascagoula, Mississippi a year after Katrina. Ian and I also knew that while we both were pursuing God, we were still learning how to do that together after serving apart, in different communities, for so long. On our first Sunday at [REUNION], we heard about the DR trip, but weren’t ready to commit. Over the next year we learned more about the Vargas family and their partnership with [REUNION]. We heard the stories and saw glimpses of the community through photos and video. We realized we each could use our own talents and gifts to meet different needs. But we’ll be serving one community together.

the day barbeque came to Boston

2011-07-17T19:08:00.001-04:00

A few weeks ago we joined John and Erin at the Phantom Gourmet BBQ Beach Party. Because excellent barbecue is hard to come by here in Boston.

Erin was smart and purchased cheap tickets in advance, but Ian and I were stuck buying tickets at the gate ($10 per person just to get in = ouch). As we waited in line, a guy walking past handed us a ticket for two. He'd apparently bought a pack and had extras ($0 per person just to get in = amazing).

We met John and Erin inside, assessed the options, then formulated a plan of attack.

We each took an assignment. Erin: Aussie ribs + shrimp. Anna: Texas brisket. Ian: pulled pork. John: sausage.

We reconvened in the beer garden to snag a table (only later did we find the non-beer garden seating), which was a little too close to the speakers blasting Savage Garden. But chatting took a back burner to the food. Notable was how much I enjoyed the "shrimp from the barbie" since I'm not a big shrimp fan. Good call Erin!

Stuffed with meat and sauce, we headed away from the music to the plaza with a perfect view of backstage.

We marveled at the piles of meat and contemplated what to do with the rest of the day: stay all afternoon for barbecue round 2 at dinnertime, or wander around the North End. Since the only entertainment seemed to be a midsized Ferris wheel, we opted for the latter.

We first headed to the Harbor Islands Pavilion, where Erin and I had fun in the gift shop with the scallop puppets while John and Ian talked shop.

Hanover Street was our next destination, and we arrived at Modern Pastry (our first visit) just in time to see a gigantic wedding cake go out the door. After waiting in a ubiquitous North End pastry line, we ordered cannoli and cupcakes.The cannoli are a bit smaller than Mike's, making them a more manageable one-person dessert, and John was impressed with the red velvet cupcake.

We indulged as Erin got her bargain face on at Haymarket ($23 for around 20 pounds of produce). Thanks to Boston Organics, Ian and I had a stocked fridge, but we did pick up 3 pounds of tomatoes for $2. Haymarket can be a bit overwhelming for an mildly obsessive–compulsive introvert like myself, but they offer great deals, especially at the end of the day. (Tip: bring cash in small bills.)

Full of barbecue and mascarpone and laden with corn and fresh herbs, we hiked back to the green line and headed home. Thanks to John and Erin for the invite to a great day downtown!

July 4, 2011

2011-07-06T22:51:00.000-04:00

Boston's summer is short. In fact, I wouldn't even say it started until a couple weeks ago. You can tell because it's humid now. Snow followed by cold dampness, followed by a hot sticky mess. But then Boston celebrates the Fourth of July (possibly my favorite holiday thanks to a July 2 birthday). And the weather doesn't matter anymore.

After a late lunch with some friends, we headed to the [REUNION] tarp on the Esplanade. Sarah, a July 5 birthday and Independence Day fan, and her husband Paul set up at 5:30 a.m. to reserve a space larger than most downtown apartments. This space is on the lagoon directly in front of the barge. The one with the fireworks.

We played cards and chatted with friends until the 1812 Overture — the non-televised fireworks teaser. This year I felt a little like I was watching Britain's Parliament explode. Thirty minutes later, the pyrotechnics began in earnest, choreographed to music. My favorite pairing was the Tinkerbell-esque green lights that danced to Owl City's Firefly.

And then it was over. I can't wait until next year.

Click here to see all of our photos from the Fourth.

happy 4th!

2011-07-04T12:34:00.000-04:00

We'll be on the Esplanade tonight, watching the fireworks (on CBS at 10pm EST). Hope your holiday is full of friends, family, fun, and fireworks!

Anna+Ian in the DR: fundraising & Pastor Luis

2011-07-03T10:35:00.000-04:00

With the trip just under a month away, we're fully funded! Once we finalized the team's airfare, our cost came out to $1700 each. Thank you SO MUCH for your support. Partners, you'll be receiving your postcards in the mail soon.

Thursday, a small group of us Skyped with Pastor Luis — [REUNION] does this on a semi-regular basis but it was the first time schedules allowed Ian and I to make it.

Even in a grainy image with choppy audio and a language barrier, his joy shined through. He was so happy to see us — to meet Ian and I, to catch up with others. We asked if they are still selling ice cream as a side business. He laughed and said no, their two sons were eating too much of their profit margin. We also joked about him joining one of our GO contacts in a marathon. He said he'd have to stop eating before he could even start walking, and we teased the new truck is making him lazy. It's amazing to see this partnership, this friendship, to fulfill God's mission. He and his family work tirelessly, and it's a blessing to be able to encourage him. I imagine this is, in some small way, how the churches supporting Paul felt.

We asked if there was anything he needed that we could bring with us, and he suggested a simple digital camera. If you have one you don't use let us know!

Please continue to pray for the trip, our team's health and safety, our impact in the DR, and for the Vargas family's ongoing ministry. And you can still donate medical supplies and warm weather clothes.

If you have any questions please don't hesitate to contact either of us, and/or leave a comment below. You can also learn more and see photos and videos from past trips at www.reunioninthedr.com. We'll keep you up-to-date here on the blog via our A+I in the DR page (linked in the menu above).

Thanks so much for your generosity toward God's work in La Mosca!

(read the previous DR post here.)

thankful list | June

2011-07-02T09:20:00.002-04:00

01. fruit
02. the library
03. chocolate mint
04. walks on the Greenway with Ian
05. knowing when, and when not, to freak out about tornado watches/warnings
06. pretty flowers making their way to our apartment after a fancy work party
07. finding my makes-me-cry-it's-so-good burger
08. the 16 days Ian and I are the same age
09. getting to know my dad in grad school
10. finishing the month with real summer weather after a cold and rainy start
11. celebrating our engagement anniversary with a Pomplamoose show
12. a week with family
13. our proximity to the ocean
14. the color green

continuing a writing habit

2011-07-01T09:00:00.018-04:00

Today I'm guest-posting for my inspiring novelist friend Katharine while she and her husband Marc take their five kids on a cross-country adventure via minivan.

Katharine squeezes writing into her homeschooling schedule — note the five kids — in 10-minute increments. Keeping with the spirit of 10 Minute Writer, I’m sharing my story of how I’ve integrated my passion for writing with my own life. Head over to 10MinuteWriter.com to read the rest.

Pomplamoose!

2011-06-30T17:44:00.002-04:00

The day tickets went on sale for the Pomplamoose First Ever Tour, Pomplamoose tweeted about it. It pays to follow your favorite bands. The tour happened to be of New England. The first location happened to be in Boston. On the day of Ian and I's fourth propose-aversary/engagement-versary (June 21). So I bought tickets.

After work, I swapped business casual for my Pomplamoose tee (courtesy Ian way back when), and we headed downtown. Before the show, we enjoyed a nice romantic dinner at B Good over a shared a mint chocolate chip shake. Then we walked to Cafe 939.

I was slightly worried we'd get stuck in the back, but a 7:15 p.m. arrival put us near the beginning of the line, which by 8 p.m. resulted in a front row square of floor next to Jack Conte's keyboard, right between a nice Japanese Berklee student (name pronounced you-skay, no idea how to spell it) and two little girls. Pomplamoose has a very diverse following.

The show was everything we hoped it would be. Lauren O'Connell opened with an excellent acoustic set — she's a very talented and honest songwriter. After a few stage modifications, Jack and Nataly walked out with Carlos (drummer) and Ryan (bassist for Ben Folds' latest tour). They are as funny, quirky and talented as they look/sound on YouTube.

Jack is energetic and an entertainer — he joked about how he was talking between every song. Nataly is his perfect balance — calm, with the ability to deadpan one-liners in response. When someone hollered a request for one of Jack's songs, he said, "This isn't a Jack Conte show, it's a Pomplamoose show!" to which Nataly replied, "There's a difference?"

They played through a good chunk of their repertoire. Nataly dubbed us, the audience, the best backup vocalists for "If You Think You Need Some Lovin'" and for "September", their "last song" they divided us into three sections and assigned backup parts. After much cheering, they returned for two more songs and finaled by rocking out "Centrifuge." As cliche as it sounds, I couldn't believe it was over. How was that two hours already? It was in that moment I realized Pomplamoose is not just one of my favorite bands, but my favorite band period.

After the show, we stuck around to buy "The Album You Bought at Our Show (thanks for that)." and meet Lauren, Jack and Nataly. I clammed up and kept repeating, "You're amazing!" but managed to wow them with my shirt — one of the original batch of v-necks promoed on their "If You Think You Need Some Lovin'" video (2:31), and the fact I've been a fan for almost three years.

(photo taken and twittered by @pomplamoose)

We also signed their poster. I like thinking our handwriting and some of Ian's sharpie ink is hanging on a wall in their recording studio.

Click here to see the rest of our Pomplamoose photos on Flickr.

the day Ian saw the Stanley Cup

2011-06-28T14:02:00.000-04:00

After driving my family to the airport at 5 in the morning, Ian and I went home and crashed. But we set the alarm for 10 a.m. so we could head downtown for the Bruins Championship Parade. Ian, avid sports fan, wanted to see the Stanley Cup in person.

We arrived at the D line a little after 11 a.m. and watched three trains pass while one drunk Bruins fan stripped to his boxers. Then we checked with a nearby MBTA official - all trains between our stop and the end of the line were full. Plan B - the C line didn't end in a suburban commuter parking lot, so hopefully it wouldn't be as busy. We headed towards Beacon Street, turning down a ride from the group of drunk Bruins fans containing the formerly almost-naked guy.

Our hunch about the C line was right and we hopped on the next train. The conductor informed us over the loudspeakers that Copley and Park Street station were closed (to more evenly distribute the crowd), but we were planning on Arlington anyway. The Public Garden would provide more room to move and a good view of the parade route.

We relaxed under some trees in the Public Garden until an increased number of helicopters alerted us to the Bruins' approach.

After watching the last boat drive down Boylston Street, we headed out in search of hydration and a usable T stop. Two hours and three beverages (water, iced coffee, and a coconut frappuccino) later, we completed a loop around downtown and got on the green line at Park Street - two blocks away from where we started.

When we finally got home, Ian decided to continue our hockey theme with the first documentary in ESPN's 30 for 30 (birthday present thanks to Dane and Micki). King's Ransom follows the trade of Wayne Gretzky, "The Great One," from the Edmonton Oilers to the Los Angeles Kings. As upset as the Oilers fans were, it's amazing to think how one trade led to huge growth for the NHL and it's American fan base.

I'm still not a hockey fan, but I have a new appreciation for the game.

they're not in Kansas (again): the finale

2011-06-27T13:42:00.000-04:00

Friday morning, I dusted off my Camelbak, Ian packed a picnic, and we met my family at Kupel's Bakery for breakfast. We've heard rave reviews since we moved to Boston, and it's a pretty sweet bagel joint. In addition to tasty bagels + cream cheese, we also picked up, for our picnic, a bag of their rolls - they turned out to be ideal sandwich buns. And I'm excited to try items from the sweeter end of the counter. A nearby pocket park served as our breakfast spot and allowed us to experience the exact moment it started sprinkling. We lamented not sending the family to the Harbor Islands the day before and saving the MFA for the rainy forecast.

Since it wasn't pouring, we decided to risk it and hopped on the train inbound. By the time we popped out at Government Center we needed our umbrellas. Ever the optimist, Ian realized this was the perfect time to check out the new Boston Harbor Islands Pavilion with its rain-capture roof.

Our 21 Flickr photos of the pavilion are just the highlights of a much larger group of photos I found on my camera when Ian handed it back.

By 11 a.m. things were dry enough for us to put the Harbor Islands back on the schedule. We took the noon ferry to Spectacle for a picnic and sea-glass hunting. The ranger's theme of the day was red glass. I found one and took a photo before adding it to the rangers' collection.

We then headed on to Georges Island, home of civil war fortress Fort Warren.

After a relaxing (and dry!) afternoon in the Harbor, we headed back and meandered through the Quincy Market area - Mom got to celebrate the Bruins win with famous Celtics coach Red Auerbach.

And what would a family trip to Boston be without an authentic Filipino dinner at JnJ Turo Turo? Filipino food doesn't get a lot of attention, but thanks to the archipelago's colorful colonial history, it's arguably the original fusion cuisine.

And just like that, their vacation was over. Early Saturday morning, we drove them to the airport. Mom was a little disappointed they couldn't see the Bruins Stanley Cup parade before they left.

Thanks to Mom, Dad and Nathan for spending their vacation in Boston with us (and for treating us to dinners at our favorite restaurants) - we loved every minute.

See the rest of the week's photos here.

they're not in Kansas (again): the birthday boy

2011-06-23T20:54:00.000-04:00

Last Thursday was Ian's birthday. (Happy 25 years + 1 week to the guy who loves me more than I deserve. Sorry I was lame and didn't write you a birthday post ON your birthday. I'll make it up to you.)

To celebrate, we went to Ian's restaurant of choice: The Dumpling Cafe. It's hard to resist juicy pork buns (a.k.a. soup dumplings, a.k.a. xiaolongbao, a.k.a. C11).

Mom, even more exuberant at Asian restaurants, told our waitress, who didn't speak a lot of English, that it was Ian's birthday and jokingly asked her if they could sing to him. The waitress pointed to the owner. Five minutes later, the owner came to our table. With her soft-spoken accent, the distance across our table, and the noise level at our neighboring tables, we weren't entirely sure what she was saying. But her gestures seemed to indicate she would be bringing some sort of birthday hat for Ian.

We returned to our sesame chicken, pepper beef, and pork buns. Then Ian noticed behind the counter they were searching YouTube. A few minutes later, the Chinese version of "Happy Birthday" played over their sound system. Other patrons smiled and glanced our way, singing and gesturing along. Ian insisted his face was only red because of the pepper beef.

After the song ended, they moved on to the English version of "Happy Birthday" performed by a Chinese group, which repeated approximately six times as the owner beamed at our table. We laughed and thanked her.

After dinner we contemplated a Mike's Pastry run for some sort of sweet birthday treat. Then decided we were too full. Instead, we strolled to the nearby theater to catch Super 8.

Our whole family loved it. I don't know what else to say but J.J. Abrams is a genius behind the camera, and this one is an instant classic.

Thanks to my family and Mr. Abrams for making Ian's birthday one to remember. And thanks to Ian for wanting to celebrate your birthdays with me. I love you.

Stay tuned for the family's vacation finale!

See the rest of the week's photos here.

they're not in Kansas (again): Bruins fever

2011-06-23T10:16:00.001-04:00

Monday evening, while Ian was stuck at the office thanks to an impending deadline, I left early to meet up with the family. We wandered around the Public Garden, where all of the statues seemed excited about the upcoming Bruins game.

And Nathan was excited about impersonating another Boston animal statue.

We ended up at The Last Hurrah, a (cheaper-than-the-restaurant) bar at the Omni-Parker House (hotel - Mom didn't realize this until the waitress asked if we wanted to charge the bill to our room), for incredible chowder and the original Boston Cream Pie. The Oyster House may have the atmosphere, but the Parker House has the flavor.

Tuesday contained their last-minute day trip to NYC via the Chinatown bus, departing at 6 a.m. and arriving back in Boston at 2 a.m. Much to my dissapointment, they didn't make it onto Cash Cab.

After walking and riding all over Manhattan, riding on buses for eight hours, and taking a, shall we say challenging, cab ride back to the hotel, Mom, Dad, and Nathan were tired. So we decided to take it easy Wednesday. They came over to our apartment for dinner and Ian rolled out a batch of homemade spaghetti. Then we headed back to their hotel for free cable to watch the game (seven, Stanley Cup). Within minutes of turning on the tv, Mom was cheering loudly for the Bruins. We'll have to get her some gear for Christmas. We stayed long enough to watch several Bruins players make laps around the rink with the Stanley Cup, and watch several Canucks fans toss their jerseys into a bonfire.

Ian and I headed home and fell asleep to the sound of firecrackers, car horns, and yells in the distance.

Stay tuned for Ian's birthday celebration.

See the rest of the week's photos here.

they're not in Kansas (again): the airport and the ivy

2011-06-22T13:44:00.001-04:00

Mom, Dad, and Nathan arrived two Saturdays ago to cool weather and predictions of rain. Not an auspicious start to summer vacation. But sunshine or not, we were excited to see them!

(Their flight from Kansas was domestic - Southwest flies into Logan's international terminal. Go figure.)

Like last summer, we kicked off their visit with Jewish comfort food at Zaftigs. The rain began just as we started digging into our knish and kugel. After dinner, we picked at the last of the french fries and guessed the gender of our pregnant waitress's baby (boy). Still it rained. The kitchen closed, and we were forced to acknowledge the inevitable: the walk home would be wet. Dad settled the bill (thanks Dad!) and we headed out the door, huddled under two umbrellas. Picking our way down the street, stuffed with challah french toast and corned beef, we hoped the forecasters were wrong about the coming week.

Sunday morning was cool and overcast, but sans precipitation. After [REUNION] and brunch at Charley's, we crossed our fingers and headed to Boston College, then Harvard, so Nathan (future planner) could experience a few Boston campuses.

Dad had an ulterior motive: collect evidence demonstrating how Cornell's ivy (fig. A) is significantly more impressive than Harvard's (fig. B).

Figure A

Figure B

We finished the evening at another favorite restaurant - FuGaKyu, where we convinced Dad to try the sushi. Growing up, I thought of Dad as a fearless eater. He bragged about eating dog and boa constrictor during his time in Indonesia, so I was shocked to learn he'd never before tried sushi. Something I, pickiest eater of the family, tried (under loving duress from my then-boyfriend Ian) and now enjoy. Ian decided to push the limits with sea urchin, but they were fresh out so he settled for mentaiko - spicy cod roe. I stuck with the spicy tuna and Philadelphia rolls. Nathan, the only family member to try balut (link warning - not for the faint of stomach) with Ian, loved everything. Mom and Dad also gave their stamp of approval, even though they aren't sushi aficionados.

Stay tuned for hockey and Boston Cream Pie.

See the rest of the week's photos here.

Battle of the Sox

2011-06-17T20:24:00.001-04:00

Thanks to a connection with the White Rhino, Memorial Day included cheering for the Sox (the red ones) at Fenway. Al knows everyone at the park, and we know Al. He offered to let us volunteer with him in Autograph Alley, then sit with him behind home plate. Twist our arms.

The weather was perfect for an evening baseball game and the park was full of Sox fans, both red and white (the white ones being from Chicago).

Fenway pulled out all the stops to honor veterans - a massive American flag unfurled down the green monster as the announcer introduced all the veterans working at the park. Frank Zarba, of the Ancient and Honorable Artillery Company of Massachusetts, belted the national anthem.

Fred Czupkiewicz, a 94-year-old WWII veteran and former POW, nailed the first pitch. I might have teared up a bit.

Aside from lackluster pitching and a final score of 7-3 Sox (white, Chicago), is was a perfect evening at the ballpark. Ian's favorite thing about Fenway is the absence of gimmicks - aside from the hot dog prices and gigantic screen, you can imagine you're at a game from years past. And win or lose, you always* have fun - we sure did. Thanks to Al for inviting us along!

*exception: Yankees.

strawberries for Sabbath

2011-06-15T16:49:00.000-04:00

We've been talking about Sabbath lately - how we, as Christ-followers, are still called to Sabbath, but observing Sabbath isn't simply about following legalistic rules. Our community group brought up a challenge to think about what a day of rest and focus on God would look like for each of us. Ian and I had some good discussions and started by structuring our weekend with all of our chores and errands on Saturday - we felt very intentional. But when Sunday rolled around, we ended up watching Hulu all night because we had only been intentional about not working on Sunday, instead of making Sunday meaningful. So we tried again.

Sunday of Memorial Day weekend resulted in Sabbath growth for us. Ian played in the band at [REUNION], then we headed home to get ready for community group. Ian relaxed and I had the kitchen to myself. I methodically hulled and halved strawberries, mixed up batter for Smitten Kitchen's strawberry summer cake, and assembled, taking photographs along the way.

Once the cake was in the oven, Ian joined me and together we prepared empanadas and cucumber, tomato and feta salad from Bon Appetit magazine.

As we turned off the oven and the apartment started cooling down, our community group began to arrive. We had a great evening of fellowship and learning how to put our faith into practice.

We didn't observe Sabbath in the traditional sense. In fact all of the cooking (plus other electricity usage like lights and electronics) is in direct violation of Sabbath law. But I felt so purposeful. The baking and cooking was relaxing - a different kind of "work" than the rest of the week. Structured but creative. And all of it was about relationships - with others and with God.

We don't have it all figured out, but I think we're on the right track.

bread pudding that doesn't disappoint

2011-06-07T22:37:00.001-04:00

During our eight-month honeymoon in Philadelphia, i.e. Ian's internship, we fell in love with Caribou Cafe's brioche bread pudding with white chocolate butterscotch sauce. Unfortunately, it set the bar so high we've avoided bread pudding at restaurants, afraid of disappointment. Then Ian heard about Eastern Standard in Kenmore Square.

A few Sundays ago, after [REUNION], we stopped by. Ian marched up to the hostess and asked if they were currently serving bread pudding. She confirmed, then seated us with a dessert menu only, per our request. This threw off the waitress, but we soon had a large slice of butterscotch bread pudding topped with praline ice cream and salted caramel.

We each took an apprehensive first bite, quickly followed by many more enthusiastic fork-fulls. Ian might have licked the plate.

Where Caribou is classic, Eastern Standard is modern and punchy. Take a bite of Caribou's pure flavors: caramel, chocolate and vanilla, and your eyes close as you savor the perfect balance, the richness, and the copious amounts of butter. Eastern Standard hits you with one intense flavor: caramel, and adds intrigue with textures: warm bread pudding, smooth ice cream, and a thin disk of salted caramel crunch.

Ian ordered a cup of coffee and declared it was the perfect balance to dessert-for-brunch. I took his word for it.

Like Caribou, Eastern Standard's dining experience was as good as the bread pudding. We sat on the patio next to a wall of greenery dividing diners from pedestrians. It cut out the distracting sights and sounds without losing the al fresco. Not often can you enjoy garden dining in the city.

We'll be back.

chocolate world tour: Tanzania

2011-06-03T11:01:00.012-04:00

73% cocoa, subtle fruitiness with a fine hint of vanilla
Ideal pairing: jasmine tea

We don't stock jasmine tea. It's a comforting scent, in that it reminds me of my family's quarterly trips to the nearest Asian food store 1.5 hours away. We'd come home with buko juice, dried mangoes, and at least 200 pounds of rice (as well as a few unsavory - at least to a picky preteen - items like durian and strange vegetables). But for unknown reasons, I don't enjoy tasting that pleasant jasmine scent. Go figure.

So when jasmine tea showed up as the ideal pairing for Tanzania, we ~~were lazy and skipped a grocery run~~ decided to go for a pure chocolate experience.

We first noticed a more pronounced butter flavor than previous chocolate tastings. The "subtle fruitiness" mentioned in the description came through with citrus tendencies. The chocolate was sweet (possibly the vanilla), but also developed a sharper and almost savory taste. It was subtle but pleasant. The bar had a nice snap to it without any chalkiness, and finished smooth in both flavor and texture.

Our friend Grant spent a summer in Tanzania a few years ago, and last summer he was kind enough to share with us his stories and photos. If secondhand experience serves me well, I'd say they managed to infuse the cocoa with the essence of their country. It's just the sort of chocolate I'd want to eat sitting on a white sand beach while watching boats skim over quintessential equatorial waters.

We, of course, had to settle for our living room and an online photo of Zanzibar.

adding "green" via Boston Organics

2011-06-01T22:27:00.000-04:00

CSA (community supported agriculture) subscriptions are popular in Boston. And we were very interested. Buying a share in a local farm and enjoying farm-fresh food all summer sounded like a sweet deal. Unfortunately, all the ones nearby didn't have pick-up times that worked with our schedule, and we weren't sure we wanted to commit to the possibility of massive amounts of kale and a ZipCar rental every two weeks. After all, it's just the two of us - could we eat it all?

Then our friend Amanda introduced us to Boston Organics. We signed up, and for $29 every two weeks, we get a small box of produce, perfect for two people. Unlike a CSA, we can put it on hold if we're out of town. We signed up for a half veggie half fruit box, and like a CSA, the exact mix is a surprise every time. They locally source as much as possible, and everything is organic. (You can also sign up for an all-local mix, but Amanda said it's more veggie heavy, and I'm a fruit girl.)

We feel good about this decision, but realize making green choices can be complex. Local isn't always eco-friendly when you factor in additional CO2 emissions for smaller delivery batches (thanks Dad, for sharing the article). So you drive more to pick up your CSA. They might drive more to make deliveries. But what if you have a hybrid? What if they do? And do the green farming practices used by CSAs offset the additional miles? Where do you factor in the health benefits of food with less chemicals? Is my desire for fruit while living in New England increasing air pollution, or do the efficient large-delivery supply chains make it work out the same?

We don't have the answers to these questions. But we do know our new Boston Organics food subscription is an extra boost to our efforts in a healthy diet. And a more plant-heavy diet is better for the environment. We're indirectly supporting local farms. It's all organic - also good for us and the planet (and for the people who live where the food is grown, even if it isn't fair trade). And Boston Organics cares about the environment: they plan deliveries to maximize efficiency, recycle and compost, and place orders to minimize waste.

Our best option is to support companies that share our values, and to keep learning. More knowledge means better choices. And better choices mean happy planet.

How do you add "green" to your food?

a date with a landscape architect

2011-05-26T10:20:00.000-04:00

During Ian's internship in Philadelphia, we visited our friends Daniel and Megan in Boston, also on internship. While roaming the city, Megan and I came up with a list - "you might be an architect's wife if..."

And I thought of this list when Ian suggested we explore the city a few Saturdays ago.

"I thought we could check out Boston College, Harvard, MIT... It'll be romantic - we can hold hands."

"You're trying to trick me into helping you research campus entryways, aren't you."

"Maybe."

Saturday morning we took the T to Boston College and assessed both entrances.

We then took the T to MIT, and had a rousing conversation on potential strategies for separating pedestrians, bikes, and vehicles.

It was a cold day, so to warm up we cut through a few buildings. And we happened upon the mood meter. It worked (not surprising - it's MIT). Weird date = happy.

We then walked from MIT across the Harvard Bridge and on to Northeastern.

The romance factor was significantly reduced by the cold, but he did buy me this sweet birthday cake pop:

(And we held hands.)

ripped from a mix-n-match flip book

2011-05-24T13:12:00.000-04:00

Walking along Copley Square, your eye is drawn to a hefty fur coat with hat to match - Russian perhaps. Against black fur the points of two mirrored triangles, traced in bleach-yellow lines, fill the back and meet in the middle, implying an hourglass figure where there is none. Long, coarse blonde hair flutters like a flag in the gap between hat and coat.

Thick fingers hold a cigar in a diameter to match. An inch of ash clings to the end, and a trail of smoke follows behind. You cough.

The coat stretches down until it is arrested by knees. Below are dark wool dress pants with a hint of pinstripe. You note they create a textbook medium break as they meet polished men's oxford dress shoes.

Your eyes slide to the left, towards the noise of wheels on brick paving. A faded red rolling backpack shows it's age.

The distance between you increases - his pace is fast. As he pulls away you see his profile. Dark sunglasses atop a strong nose. Chiseled bone structure. Deep creases everywhere, as if he were a chainsaw sculpture. Red complexion. Another moment and he is gone.

not from the neighborhood

2011-05-19T13:01:00.000-04:00

A few weeks ago, Ian peered out the bedroom window while on the phone with his dad. "ANNA! There's a turkey!" It took me a moment to realize he mean a live one.

I threw on my rainboots and decided to photograph the event paparazzi style, following the turkey to a house down the street.

She wanted to meet the neighbors...

...but they didn't answer the door.

Then she confronted the paparrazzi.

And like any good starlet, ran away.

Families of wild turkeys live along the Emerald Necklace, but they don't often venture as far as our street. Our unusual visitor brightened an otherwise dreary weekend.

WE'RE DEBT FREE!

2011-05-17T12:56:00.000-04:00

At our last Financial Peace University class, we got to celebrate our achievement with a Dave Ramsey yell. In 1.5 years, we paid off just over $20,000 in school loans. More importantly, we're on the same page financially, living responsibly, and honoring God with our choices.

Next up - filling out our emergency fund.

Tuesday, the Third of May

2011-05-10T17:46:00.000-04:00

or, "Why I Haven't Been Blogging Much This Past Month."

5:54 a.m. Wake up - hit snooze and sleep 10 more minutes.
6:04 a.m. Wake up - change into workout clothes.
6:08 a.m. Turn on TV + Wii. Do Body Test and 20 minutes of yoga + strength training.
6:38 a.m. Shower and get ready for work.
7:20 a.m. Wash face. Realize nose is dripping.
7:21 a.m. Look in mirror and realize you have a bloody nose.
7:22 a.m. Sit in living room pinching nose with copious amounts of Kleenex.
7:25 a.m. Curse your allergies which have weakened your already delicate nose lining.
7:28 a.m. Stress about being late for work.
7:29 a.m. Remember stressing makes a nosebleed last longer.
7:30 a.m. Flip through J. Crew catalog to take your mind off nosebleed.
7:50 a.m. Leave for work. Realize too late you forgot to pack breakfast.
7:53 a.m. Eat oatmeal raisin cookie you were bringing for lunch.
8:45 a.m. Arrive at work only 15 minutes late despite monster nosebleed.
8:47 a.m. Eat chocolate chip cookie stashed in your desk.
8:48 a.m. Scan emails to make sure nothing is urgent.
8:50 a.m. Spend three hours assembling news submissions for a local newsletter.
9:15 a.m. Pause when you realize you need to order food for events later this week.
9:22 a.m. Order food while you wait for additional submission information.
11:55 a.m. Submit news items online with 5 minutes to spare.
11:59 a.m. Anticipate your now 30 minute lunch before your front desk shift.
12:00 p.m. Notice you've only recieved 2 of 3 news submission confirmations.
12:02 p.m. Send an email to check on submissions.
12:19 p.m. "Hi Anna - do you have 10 minutes to print off some documents?"
12:20 p.m. Look at the clock.
12:21 p.m. Assess: no lunch + front desk duty in 10 minutes.
12:21 p.m. Assess: All other admins are out or also swamped.
12:22 p.m. "Sure."
12:31 p.m. Apologize to receptionist you are a little late.
1:03 p.m. Apologize to people in your one o'clock meeting for your tardiness.
1:05 p.m. Go over adjustments needed on a website before looming relaunch.
2:01 p.m. Prepare 3 expense reports for earlier-than-usual deadline: today.
2:16 p.m. Pause to eat sandwich.
3:28 p.m. Submit expense reports to Accounting.
3:29 p.m. Head to front desk.
3:30 p.m. Multitask: during front desk shift #2 set up appetizers for 4 p.m. event.
3:45 p.m. Check email from front desk.
3:46 p.m. See email with travel request.
3:47 p.m. Forward it to travel agent.
3:48 p.m. Hope you can finalize by 5:30 p.m. to avoid potential fare increases.
3:58 p.m. Head to your desk to grab your camera.
3:59 p.m. Check email.
3:59 p.m. Forward email with flight options and pricing to the travelers.
4:00 p.m. Grab some snacks and sit down to watch and photograph lecture.
5:24 p.m. Realize Q&A isn't finishing up in the next couple minutes.
5:25 p.m. Head to your desk to check for expected travel emails.
5:28 p.m. See email with chosen flights. Forward to travel agent.
5:31 p.m. Recieve confirmation travel agent booked all requested travel.
5:32 p.m. Head back to lecture to catch the rest of the Q&A.
5:41 p.m. Send emails to follow up with other travel arrangements and food orders.
5:46 p.m. Leave work and wait for bus with Ian.
6:20 p.m. Stop at Trader Joe's to pick up microwave dinners.
6:45 p.m. Arrive at FPU class early so you can heat dinner.
9:16 p.m. Catch ride home from class.
9:34 p.m. Unwind and get ready for bed.
10:28 p.m. Don't think about laundry, cleaning, meal planning and grocery shopping.
10:29 p.m. Or the fact you won't have a chance to do any of it until the weekend.
10:32 p.m. Wonder what you'll scrounge together for lunch tomorrow.

Rinse and repeat.

In all seriousness, I love my job and all the things I've had the opportunity to do this past month. And I love all the extra things we're doing, like FPU. But I'm also excited things are starting to slow down. It means we can catch up on laundry, Flickr and the blog. Remove the ~~carpet~~ hair from the bathroom floor. Cash in our gift certificate for a real professional massage. And most importantly, let Ian get back to his homemade pasta experiments. Amen.

thankful list | April

2011-05-09T10:02:00.000-04:00

01. spring flowers
02. getting to watch the marathon
03. rediscovering origami
04. Starbucks birthday cake pops
05. crafty friends
06. books
07. fruit
08. WiiFit Plus
09. using my social media experience at work
10. our Easter box from Micki (diy dirt cups + family heirlooms)
11. Cabot cheddar cheese
12. Jesus's sacrifice to bring heaven to earth
13. quiche on our usual meal rotation (I make crust and Ian fills it)
14. MBTA operator 70185 - best bus driver on our commute!
15. the vase of yellow tulips in our living room
16. weeping cherry trees
17. Ian experimenting with pasta making
18. discount codes for moo.com
19. rain cleaning pollen out of the air and alleviating my allergies
20. surving the Run of the Charles