MY WATCH

My watch is nice to have around. It has quite a few advantages over having no watch at all. It also has a disadvantage, but I can overlook that after remembering all of its advantages.

One of the many advantages of my watch is the fact that it is water resistant— a useful feature when floating down a river. My watch also has a stopwatch feature, which I use daily when I run. Yet another advantage of my watch is that it tells time. This feature is very useful because it helps me make sure I’m on time to things. One final advantage of my watch is that it is easy to carry, seeing that it has a handy strap to go around my wrist.

My watch does have one disadvantage: it chimes on the hour. From what I can tell, this feature was activated when I was at the Haiti Relief Bbq at church on February 20. I was standing by Golf Course Road and holding a sign advertising the bbq, and several times I did some extreme dance moves to attract attention that involved me rolling on the grass and jumping around. The alarm on my watch suddenly went off at 12:13, and I quickly tried to turn it off. I figured out how to deactivate the alarm, but my watch has been chiming on the hour ever since then.

This chiming has proven to be quite cumbersome. Whenever the watch chimes, I jump slightly at the unexpected sound. This cumbersomeness of my watch is even worse when I’m wearing it in public, since I don’t want to shock a room full of people.

There may be a possible solution to this problem: find the owner’s manual for the watch. However, this method poses its own problem, since I would have to scour my desk for the manual. Nevertheless, I’m keeping this solution to the cumbersomeness in mind.

As you should be able to gather, my watch has many features. Most of the features are advantages, although one feature of my watch appears to be a cumbersome disadvantage. In the end, it’s my watch, and it’s nice to have around.

Levi Karth

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Anyway. Here are a few random thoughts for this morning:

1. My little boy is growing up. I know that I don’t have to really feel this for quite some time. He is now three and a half and while he has gotten bigger and learned so much, the realization that he is growing up actually hit me for a completely different reason. He has two blankets, a puppy, and a dragon that he sleeps with each night. For the longest time everything had to get out of bed with him in the morning. For the past two weeks it doesn’t. If he gets cold he will go get a blanket and every now and again he will grab either puppy or dragon (neither one has a real name) to play with. But for the most part, they stay in his bed until he needs them.

2. Today I would like a cup of hot chocolate. I haven’t bought hot chocolate for the house since moving down to Texas. The need for something hot to drink just isn’t there like it was when we lived in Michigan and Wisconsin. After all, coming in from a thirty degree day is a lot easier than the cold that happens up there. So, we have cocoa and I could make myself some hot chocolate and it would be good, it just sounds like too much work. I know, I know, I shouldn’t be that lazy, but right now putting a coffee mug in the microwave and stirring in a pre mixed and pre measured amount of powder sounds loads easier.

3. It takes us a number of years to master the concept of sharing. Marcus is a fantastic big brother. He helps me, he checks on his sister, he worries about her falling off the couch (he will put his hand up and let her know she is getting to the edge even though both Mommy and Daddy are sitting there), and so on. However, she has entered the stage where she likes playing with toys (a lot) and she is moving around (a lot). For the life of him he doesn’t want to let her play with anything! Her toys are very interesting. All the toys are his. The baby toys are amazingly interesting. Then if it isn’t a toy he is worried it will hurt her. So, pretty much he takes anything that she wants away from her.

Well…that’s it for my random thoughts. Parenthood clouds the thoughts as you can see. I am excited and pleased to watch them grow. It also thrills me that they are learning so much. Anyway…it’s time to feed Vanessa breakfast. Till next time!

~ Danelle

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Marcus learned to crawl in some weird ways. He actually didn’t crawl at eight months. Instead he learned the under the wire crawl you see in movies and boot camp ideals. He knees would be on either side of him like a little lizard and he would get to moving at scary fast speeds. He tried crawling a few times and decided his way was faster. He was ten or eleven months old before he crawled in a normal manner!

Well, I certainly knew this day was coming and at eight months she is on target rather than early…

But time does fly so fast and with it comes so many changes…

Everyone should wear a bandanna. After all, is there a better wardrobe accessory that can keep your neck warm in the winter and can also be soaked to water to cool you down in the summer? Of course not! Furthermore, bandannas are incredibly useful when it comes to cleaning things; to dust off that cabinet, all you have to do is use the cloth around your neck! Finally, and most importantly, bandannas look cool. Therefore, it is plain to see that everyone should wear a bandanna.

Levi Karth

So, while this issue isn’t one that happens often, it is clear that there is a strong family resemblence. No doubt about it that Marcus looks like a Karth!

The other bit of news is that sadest news I have yet! Vanessa is gearing up to say her first word. Right now her sounds include “babababa” and “lalalala”, but what concerns me the most is that she is also saying “dadada”. While she hasn’t realized that it sounds like a word, it won’t be long. For the life of me, I can’t get her to say anything that sounds like “mama”! I thought we had a deal! Marcus said, “dada” first so Vanessa was supposed to say Mama first! Well…so much for my plans. :-{

This is an essay Rebekah wrote that won an award back in 2007 when we first moved to Texas.

My Brother and the Bus

“What if I fail algebra? What if I get lost? What if I don’t make any friends?” I wailed disconsolately.

“You’ll be fine,” my brother assured me. “You’ll be a diligent student, and you will enjoy meeting new people.”

We were sitting on the bus, on our cross country trip, so I could go to college on the other side of the country. I had planned to go by myself on the plane, but then Isaac had gotten the idea of coming with me. Why not make the journey by bus, see the country, and really have an adventure? So off we went.

Nearly two years before our bus trip, Isaac had been commuting from home while earning his college degree. As the bus rolled away from everything familiar in the Midwest, I thought about a conversation that we had had at that time. Isaac had recommended that I should consider going to college away from home because I was too comfortable in my familiar surroundings and because I needed to be pushed outside my comfort zone if I wanted to soar. I had begun to think for some time; perhaps he was right.

Isaac had been on a long bus trip before and had about eight books packed to my one. There we sat, he reading and I staring out the window having a last look at familiar roads. He was quite absorbed in his books, so much so that whenever I would spot something remotely interesting, he did not have his camera ready until we had passed it.

When we got to Chicago, we had a disagreement. The bus was late, and we did not know when it would arrive. Isaac thought we ought to get something to eat since we had time, but I adamantly disagreed. What if the bus came while we were in line at the food court and we missed it?

Pulling out of Chicago about an hour later, I stared into my lunch bag and wished I had something more substantial than trail mix. I stubbornly persisted in thinking that it was a good thing we had not stopped to buy lunch. After all, the bus could have come earlier. I weakened a bit upon hearing the woman in front of us complain about how the buses in Chicago are always late. At St. Louis, Isaac again insisted that we should get something to eat, and this time I agreed.

However, our bus trip from Chicago to St. Louis had been delayed; therefore, we just barely made it onto the bus with only one chicken sandwich between us because that was all we had time to purchase in our haste.

We were in such a hurry that we wondered for a few moments if we had caught the correct bus. Isaac says I panic too easily. I suppose I may. I like to have everything planned out to the smallest detail, and I sometimes have difficulty adjusting when things have to change. That tendency to avoid change was one of the reasons I had wanted to attend a college in my hometown. I would still be able to live at home, and I would be around most of my friends.

I am beginning to believe that Isaac’s assessment of the situation almost two years ago was correct. I would have been fine if I had stayed with my original college choice since I still would have the experience granted by the higher learning process and would have earned a degree. However, I would have been surrounded with a sense of comforting familiarity that could have become stifling. Isaac was right in pointing out that since I already knew so many people who would be there, I probably would not make as much effort as I could to reach out and to take advantage of all opportunities.

Sometimes, we need to be transplanted in order to grow properly. The trip we made wasn’t just in miles or from one region of the country to another. I didn’t just leave behind my old home, but I left a period of my life forever. For the next few years there will be college and then probably working for a living for a long period of time. I will have more responsibility for the rest of my life, which will involve continually stepping outside of where I feel comfortable and taking the risks involved in trying something different, maybe even more daring than riding a bus across the country.

A full day after we had started, we reached Elk City, Oklahoma, and stopped at a little gas station and diner in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Isaac again insisted that we buy something to eat because it might be our last chance. I resisted, saying that we could buy something to eat at one of our later stops and that they would probably just have greasy diner food. It was greasy diner food as I had predicted, but Isaac was correct that it was the last place we were able to get food.

We finally arrived in Odessa safely, although ravenously hungry by that time, since we had not eaten much of anything since supper the night before we left. I noticed how different the landscape was from what I was used to, and I began to think about some of the changes that were taking place in my life. I wasn’t sure how I felt about some of the changes, but like it or not, my life was never going to be the same.
Changes can be frightening, but they can be exciting as well. Life can be an adventure if we allow it to be. The bus trip was a good ice breaker to acquaint myself with the idea that it is all right to try something I have never considered doing before. I think my experiences on that trip and at college for the next two years will serve as good preparation for when I transfer and go someplace new in two years. The rest of my life is a new adventure.

While I am not certain I want to make a cross country trip by bus again any time soon, it was very interesting and I learned a bit about myself because of it. The trip was definitely an adventure, and I gained more confidence and became more willing to have new experiences.

So far, I am beginning to think Isaac was right about college, too. By not having a safety net of friends and a familiar area, I have been forced to assert myself and take opportunities to meet people and to be involved in the community. As Isaac had predicted, college coursework does not have to be overwhelming for the diligent student.

Beyond all the other things I learned on the trip, I think Isaac was correct on another point: when on an adventure, eat whenever possible.

–Rebekah Karth