I think we found the ones, here they are!!!

Pastor: Will you answer me right now
These questions, as your wedding vow?

Groom: Yes, I will answer right now
Your questions as my wedding vow.

Pastor: Will you take her as your wife?
Will you love her all your life?

Groom: Yes, I take her as my wife,
Yes, I'll love her all my life.

Pastor: Will you have, and also hold
Just as you have at this time told?

Groom: Yes, I will have, and I will hold,
Just as I have at this time told,
Yes, I will love her all my life
As I now take her as my wife.

Pastor: Will you love through good and bad?
Whether you're happy or sad?

Groom: Yes, I'll love through good and bad,
Whether we're happy or sad,
Yes, I will have and I will hold
Just as I have already told,
Yes, I will love her all my life,
Yes, I will take her as my wife!

Pastor: Will you love her if you're rich?
Or if you're poor, and in a ditch?

Groom: Yes, I'll love her if we're rich,
And I will love her in a ditch,
I'll love her through good times and bad,
Whether we are happy or sad,
Yes, I will have, and I will hold
(I could have sworn this has been told!)
I promise to love all my life
This woman, as my lawful wife!

Pastor: Will you love her when you're fit,
And also when you're feeling sick?

Groom: Yes, I'll love her when we're fit,
And when we're hurt, and when we're sick,
And I will love her when we're rich
And I will love her in a ditch
And I will love through good and bad,
And I will love when glad or sad,
And I will have, and I will hold
Ten years from now a thousandfold,
Yes, I will love for my whole life
This lovely woman as my wife!

Pastor: Will you love with all your heart?
Will you love till death you part?

Groom: Yes, I'll love with all my heart
From now until death do us part,
And I will love her when we're rich,
And when we're broke and in a ditch,
And when we're fit, and when we're sick,
(Oh, CAN'T we get this finished quick?)
And I will love through good and bad,
And I will love when glad or sad,
And I will have, and I will hold,
And if I might now be so bold,
I'll love her my entire life,
Yes, I WILL take her as my wife!

Pastor: Then if you'll take her as your wife,
And if you'll love her all your life,
And if you'll have, and if you'll hold,
From now until the stars grow cold,
And if you'll love through good and bad,
And whether you're happy or sad,
And love in sickness, and in health,
And when you're poor, and when in wealth,
And if you'll love with all your heart,
From now until death do you part,
Yes, if you'll love her through and through,
Please answer with these words:

Pastor and Groom: I DO!

Pastor: You're married now! So kiss the bride,
But please, do keep it dignified.

Marty Blase, the author of these vows, writes: "My fiancee and I agreed a long time ago that we wanted to write our own wedding vows, and as a spur-of-the-moment idea, I suggested the following. To my disappointment, she didn't quite go for it..."

So, I missed the whole phase in high school when you kiss a bunch of people and get mono. Luke didn't, so he's a carrier. I think he gave me mono.

I went to the doctor on thursday and he was like, no, I don't think you do, because you would get this really bad sore throat and your glands would be all swollen... oh wait your glands are all swollen... but you don't have the sore throat and you said you're actually feeling better, and your fever went away... so I don't think you have mono.

Guess who woke up Friday morning with a really bad sore throat that still hasn't gone away? Yeah, it's me. Anyway, this kinda sucks. Mostly because it started the day after I went to the doctor... So now I'm like, do I go back to the doctor (which will take about 2 weeks) or just wait it out for, like, a month?

So I signed up for a Beth Moore book study... and I don't know.

So far it's been alright. I've only done day one, though.

Let me start further back, though...

This morning I got up and went to BCC. In the atrium there were a bunch of tables set up for the woman's brunch with yellow table cloths and elaborate centerpieces and up front there were two cushy chairs on a platform. "What are those for?" "I dunno, that's big church for you." As it turns out those were for a drama presentation. Yes, folks, a DRAMA PRESENTATION. During brunch two performers got up onto the stage.
One of them was a middle aged lady and the other was this guy in a white choir robe holding a Bible. At the beginning, they were both seated in the chairs and she was about to start her quiet time, but she received a phone call. The woman on the other end was one of her friends telling her about a great sale that she was going to miss, unless she left right away.
"But I'm kind of busy right now" "but you need to get down here" "Alright, I'm going"
So then as she's getting up to go, the man in the robe (at this point, she starts calling him Lord, to signify God, I think) starts to follow her and she's like, "no, you stay here" and he keeps trying to follow her as she's getting ready. And eventually she gets annoyed with him and grabs his wrist, and says forcefully as she nails it to an invisible cross "YOU STAY HERE" and with each word, there's a sound effect like hammering as she nails both wrists to the invisible cross.

And then after that, another woman gets up and starts talking about how we become too busy for Jesus and that we leave Him up on the cross while we go about our days, never living in relationship with Him.

So, I'm not sure what to think at this point. Do I feel somehow guilty for not spending enough time with God? Or do I feel sorry for a God who doesn't say anything?

That's what really bothered be the most. The way they portrayed God as helpless and silent. Instead of a God who speaks to us. I guess that was their point: that we don't stop and listen. And that God will speak to us when we slow down and seek Him. It just seemed like an extreme example. As if missing my quiet time for one day is like crucifying my savior again.

Rather than portraying a loving, jealous God, who wants my whole heart, they portrayed Him as a weak God who can only speak to you under the right conditions. As if it's up to me when and how God will speak.

Anyway, this is already a long post, so I'll just say that Beth Moore is alright, she's just a little intense and I'll get over it. Aside from that she's a biblically sound woman who loves the Lord and I feel like I owe her an apology for any mean things I may have said about her or her studies in the past.

I haven't updated in a while, so here goes:

I'm engaged.
I'm going to take a chemistry class at PCC.
I'm also trying to save up some money for a wedding and that seems to be in conflict with going to school and cutting my hours at work.
They did change my hours at work to accommodate my school schedule, so I feel a little weird about being like, "oh, thanks for bending over backwards to change my schedule around, but just kidding I won't be taking that class after all."
Also, I'm taking a class for a major that isn't offered at PSU and the closest program I've found is at OSU... and the likelyhood of me moving anytime in the next year is very very slim... soooo... why am I taking this class?

Oh and I decided against my better judgment to have a fantasy football team which is doing very poorly and is causing me unneeded stress. But on the bright side I dyed by hair and it looks really pretty.

Okay, officially, we need a roommate.


I'll know for sure about my car on Monday, but I'm pretty sure it's totalled. I'll figure out what I'll do about it then...

More importantly, Will gave his official notice and has moved out his stuff. So we officially need and official roommate. Any takers?

That's our craig's list add down there:

http://portland.craigslist.org/mlt/roo/719204128.html

So a car hit my car and it sucks cuz I liked that car a lot and now it has a smashed up door and I'm sad.

Here's what happened. I was pulling left out of our driveway across to go left and the fred meyer driveway across from our driveway, but not directly across. There were 2 or 3 cars lined up to go left out of their driveway. Car 1 goes as I am going, not a problem. Car 2 pulls out into the side of my car! I'm sure she didn't see me, she even said so. I'm fine, but now how am I supposed to get to work?
These two guys buying beer saw the whole thing, so I got their names and numbers as witnesses that it wasn't my fault. And this really nice guy named Bob helped me out by bending the metal away from my tire so I could go back across the street to my appartments and park... but this really does suck.

I accepted a job at the airport behind the security checkpoint at a European bistro that I can't remember the name of. It sounds like a better job because I'll be able to move around once they open a resturaunt downtown and he says that he doesn't like to keep people in the same position too long once they get bored. Unfortunately, I have to be there at 4 in the morning... Not too excited about that, but I will get more pay, 10/hr, versus the 9 something I would have gotten at Embassy. I do hope it's worth it.

Anyway, I have to get fingerprinted on Friday and that takes a few days to process they say, so I won't start until next week... Anyone want to hang out? Ashby left for Kenya yesterday, so the house is kinda quiet. And if anyone feels so moved, she would appreciate your prayers. I'm nervous for her because the government is so unstable there... I don't want her trip to be useless or her to get hurt. Speaking of prayer... We have a prayer night at our apartment on Wednesday... That's tonight.

So yeah, yesterday Luke and I went to see Mr. Obama speak at the waterfront.
Here's what the koin news people had to say:



It didn't feel like there were 75,000 people there, but we were sorta in the middle so we didn't know how many people were behind us. We were close enough to see that there was a skinny black man on the podium, but it could have been any skinny black man.

He gave a good speech, though. Lots of ambitious promises, like universal health care and our troops home by the end of '09. That seemed a little far fetched to me, but it's worth hoping for, maybe. The question that seems to be asked the most is "well, it sounds good, but how is he going to pay for it?" or "How is he going to actually make these things happen?" The only answer I heard is that he's going to pay for things with the money that was going to fund the Iraq war. That's a little more of a concrete answer than there has been so far, but far from a solid plan. I'm still undecided, but leaning toward voting for him if he becomes the nominee.

One good thing he talked about was how it's about the American people, and that's one thing I think our nation has lost sight of. The whole "by the people, for the people" idea has left American politics. That's one of the reasons I wouldn't vote for Hillary if she became the nominee. I think she's about her own ambitions and for her own purposes running for president.

Oh, and in other news, I have possibly the worst sunburn I've ever had. I don't feel like taking pictures of it to show it off, but I thought I would let you know.

Finally! I have a job. I'll be working at the Embassy Suites down at the airport. There is another job that I might take if they offer it to me, but they won't call me back until Monday. I figured I might as well take the job and change my mind later if it comes to that, rather than waiting and ending up with no job. I'll be making breakfast from 6-9 and then salads for the rest of the day, until 2ish. Hooray!!!

Thank you to everyone that has been praying for/with me, we have been answered, Praise God!!!

Seriously, there is an assisted living home within walking distance. That is so sweet, cuz it's about the only thing I have experience at. I applied today and hopefully they will get back to me by the end of the week. That would be sweeeet.

On a roommate finding note, someone who works there responded to our add on craig's list... too bad he's a dude.

How come no one ever calls you back when you don't get a job after the interview. Or at least a "sorry, we hired someone more qualified. Don't worry, we don't hate you" email?

Just an email, is that too much to ask...
sigh. I need a job.

Seriously, on my way home I saw a U-haul truck with flames shooting out the bottom of it. It was one of the scariest things I've ever seen. And he was in the oncoming lane, so there was nothing I could do to tell him about it. I wish I could have taken a picture...

It would have been kinda like this picture:



Combined with this picture:




And driving down the road...

In an effort to increase readership, I've decided to start writing here instead of (maybe in addition to) myspace. I'm also kinda over myspace since everyone seems to have moved to facebook... which I'm guessing everyone will be over in another year or so... anyway, I'll be using my livejournal once again.

I don't have too much to report right now. I'm still unemployed, though I did have an interview on Monday and hopefully they will call me back this coming Monday to tell me that they love me and want me to work for them. "They" are a preschool in LO and I will be cooking meals for about 60 kiddos. It's only part time, but it seems like it will probably be a pretty sweet deal if I get it.

So here's the skinny. I wanna have prayer nights at my house on Wednesday nights, but I want more people to come than last time... cuz lots of times it was just Harmoni and me. And one time it was me alone with a guy, which was awkward... so I would like to open up our new apartment for prayer on Wednesdays at 8 pm. Does anyone want to come?

I interviewed at Loaves and Fishes yesterday. Hooray for interview! Boo for panel interview! Who decided that it is ever a good idea to have the first interview be panel style? I understand that in a call back situation it makes more sense, and if the person is told in advance, but they didn't tell me until I got there. Anyway, I think it went well, except that it was 4 on 1. I thought I answered well, but if someone with more experience interviews they will get the job over me. I think I did well for my experience level; since I have no experience at the job I'm aplying for.

I also decided I need new music. Not that I'm giving up Five Iron or anything, I still love it, but I need something new... any suggestions?

So, I'm half way moved and have connected my computer to the internets once more. I still don't have a job, but I have an interview on thursday. It sounds promising, since I feel slightly unqualified for the position and they are giving me a chance. So anyway, as always, your prayers are appreciated. Thanks.

I'm an idiot. I picked my Mom up from the airport and she gave me 40 bucks for gas compensation... and I freaking LOST it! I'm unemplyed and I lost money! Just for the record, I don't really think I'm an idiot. I just can't believe I did something like that in the situation I'm it (unemplyedness). Oy!

So if anyone would like to donate the the "Ginny's an idiot and can't keep track of her money fund," she would really appreciate it...



no takers, huh?

I opened my cookie and it said...



The moment you were born, a problem was solved.



What does that mean?!?

It's Cities by Anberlin. I am in love with this CD at the moment. When I first got it, I listened to it for a week straight. I know I'm a little behind the times, since it came out in 05 I think, but it's still awesome, and the best CD I've gotten this year. Yeah. That's all.

So, I'm reading the Ragamuffin Gospel and it's one of the best books I've ever read. I had no idea how little I understood about how God views us and how underserving of His love and grace I am, but He gives it anyway because He is love and (to quote some supertones) how else would I be grateful if I could do anything to deserve it? Anyway, here's the quote (yeah, it's kinda long, but good):

"In his book Mortal Lessons, Fichard Selzer, MD, writes: 'I stand by the bed where a young woman lies, her face postoperative, her mouth twisted in palsy, clownish. A tiny twig of the facial nerve, the one to the muscles of her mouth has been severed. She will be thus from now on. The surgeon followed with religious fervor the curve of her flesh, I promise you that. Nevertheless, to remove the tumor in her cheek, I had to cut the little nerve.
'Her young husband is in the room. He stands on the opposite side of the bed and together they seem to dwell in the evening lamplight, isolated from me, private. Who are they, I ask myself, he and this wry mouth I have made, who gaze at and touch each other so generously, greedily? The young woman speaks.
"Will my mouth always be like this?" She asks.
"Yes," I say, "It will. It is because the nerve was cut."
She nods and is silent. But the young man smiles.
"I like it," he says, "It is kind of cute."
'All at once I know who he is. I understand and I lower my gaze. One is not bold in an encounter with a god. Unmindful, he bends to kiss her crooked mouth and I am so close I can see how he twists his own lips to accommodate hers, to show her that their kiss still works.'
"Since reading this passage, the image of the husband contorting his mouth and twisting his lips for an intimate kiss with his palsied wife haunted me. Yet something eluded me until one day in prayer, it exploded anew in my memory of the violence on a hill outside the city wall of old Jerusalem."

Okay, so it was a quote from someone he quotes...
And he finishes the chapter with this:

"Grazie, Signore (Thank You, Lord), for Your lips twisted in love to accommodate my sinful self, for judging me not by my shabby good deeds, but by Your love and that is Your gift to me, for Your unbearable forgiveness and infinite patience with me, for other people who have greater gifts that mine, and for the honesty to acknowledge that I am a raggamuffin. When the final curtain falls and You summon me home may my last whispered word on earth be the wholehearted cry,'Grazie, Signore.'"

I thought that was powerful imagery, the infite God of the universe contorting his lips so he could kiss his bride's misshapen mouth.