Thursday, September 30, 2010

On my reading list

I will always remember Euna and her husband Mike first as the friendly couple that I met in a home group from church three or four years ago.  They had a gorgeous three-year-old daughter who was incredibly well behaved and would sit on the floor and patiently empty her mom's purse one item at a time and then replace each item while the adults talked and prayed together. 

I held my breath with the rest of the world last year during Euna's captivity in North Korea when she and fellow journalist Laura Ling were arrested along the border while doing a story on refugees who had escaped North Korea.

While flipping through People Magazine at the newsstand this morning, I noticed that Euna wrote a book about her experience.  I haven't read it yet, but I can't wait to pick up my own copy. 



They go to a different church now, but Mike does comedy at iO West and Greg and I will occasionally run into him still. 

Sometimes when I read some of Paul's passages in the Bible, I wonder what it must have been like for him-- to be in prison and yet still have so much faith.  I read a lot of Paul while Euna was in prison, and I used to pray (along with groups of folks who arrived early to church specifically for Euna and Laura) that Euna's faith would be like Paul's in such dismal circumstances. 

I can remember worrying about her, and praying as hard as I could that she wouldn't be sentenced to a notoriously harsh North Korean work camp, and I remember that it was like a punch in the gut when she and Laura Ling were sentenced to 12 years of hard labor.  I remember the moment that I realized how incredibly hopeless the situation was. 

Hana would have to grow up without a mother.  Mike would be a single dad, always knowing that his wife was out there across the world in horrible conditions.  Wondering if she was still alive even.  How does one live like that?  How does one "move on?"  How does one wonder what to cook for dinner one moment, and then wonder if his wife is being fed tonight in the very next moment?  Those months of waiting must have been hell.

I remember the reality of the situation sinking in after the women were sentenced to the work camp.  I desperately realized that the only one who could save Euna was God.  This was an epiphany that shaped my prayers for her.  And in light of those prayers, knowing that her situations was entirely in God's hands and trusting that he had her, I cannot wait to read this book.


What I made for Monday's dinner

I found a tasty recipe in my September issue of Real Simple magazine, which I received a subscription to from my mother-in-law last Christmas and have been enjoying all year.  I'm not always very observant when it comes to recipes in magazines for several reasons:
  • Until recently, I really didn't cook.  Like, ever.
  • I'm a vegetarian, and inevitably, all the recipes in most standard magazines have meat in them. 
  • If the recipe is vegetarian, it's really complicated and requires ingredients I've never heard of.  Or a food processor. 
This recipe caught my attention because it seemed simple, vegetarian-yet-hearty, AND I had most of the ingredients already on hand.  Enjoy:

Image pulled from the Real Simple website.  I, of course, did not think to take a picture of my final meal, but I did end up serving it with some pita bread and a side of hummus.

Serves 2

Hands-On Time: 15m
Total Time: 15m

Ingredients

1/2 cup couscous
1/2 cup chopped toasted walnuts
1/2 cup crumbled Feta (2 ounces)
1/2 cup halved red seedless grapes
1/4 cup chopped parsley
3 tablespoons olive oil
2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
kosher salt and black pepper
pita bread, for serving

Directions

In a bowl, combine the couscous with ½ cup hot water; cover and let sit for 10 minutes.

Fluff the couscous with a fork and fold in the walnuts, Feta, grapes, parsley, olive oil, lemon juice, ½ teaspoon kosher salt, and ¼ teaspoon black pepper. Serve with pita bread, if desired.
 
I've also tried this using quinoa, instead of couscous, which made it more like a cold pasta salad:
(Aren't my Matryoshka Doll measuring cups adorable?!  These were a gift as well.  No wonder I enjoy cooking more with kitchen accessories like these!)

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Restless and thankful

Today I am reminding myself that blessings sometimes come in frustrating packages-- but I still need to count them.

I am restless and eager to make some changes in my life, but I know that at times I'm really good at barreling on through and I neglect to be still and listen for that still small voice that loves me and has my best in mind.  That sweet spirit that has "plans to prosper me and not to harm me..." (Jeremiah 29:11)

I have a lot of things going for me, I know this and I need to keep perspective when this one little area of my life starts weighing down on me.  I don't want to give it more weight than it is worth.

In my frustration, I look back on some of the hard times that I've overcome-- times that were much more difficult than this-- and I can see how God brought glory to those situations.  Not only did he bring me through the tough times, he made me better and stronger and more graceful because of them.

And I suppose that I am grateful, even for the pain.  During the hardest part of my life-- in which I would cry myself to sleep and pray to God to please take me home before morning-- God still loved me.  He delighted in me, even as I cursed each morning that my eyes peeped open.  And if I had to do it over again, I don't think I would cash in those precious lessons, those glimpses of grace that God showed me in spite of my hurt.


Sweet Jesus, thank you for being with my in my irritation and unrest.  Help me not to sin in my impatience.  Keep my eyes focused on you and the life that you have given me.  In all circumstances, be my joy, and help me to love others as you first loved me.  Amen.


Today I am frustrated.  But I am also thankful.  So I praise the Lord!

Monday, September 27, 2010

Officially spoiled rotten

Welp, this past weekend will forever be known as the weekend Greg and I were spoiled rotten on our home turf by my beloved grandparents:
Bob & Nadine = As awesome as they are adorable.

Oh, they were troopers.  We ran them all over town and then up the coast and back-- Lemme tell you, these two were game for everything we threw at them.  Including:

  • Attending an 11pm (2am their time) Friday night comedy show starring my honey.
  • Hitting happy hour each day at our local breweries.
  • Visiting the Infamous Pea Soup Andersen's for lunch on Saturday.
  • Coasting through the town of Solvang, which is entirely Danish, it's crazy...
  • Wine tasting. (And then abandoning wine tasting all together in lieu of margaritas at a nice Mexican restaurant in Santa Barbara)
  • Attending our Hollywood church, at which they were exposed to the teaching of our brilliant pastor-- who wears jeans while he preaches and has tattoos and a nose piercing.  (Oh, they were blown away!)
  • Shopping. (For a housewarming present AND Christmas presents for me and Greg-- I know, I told you we were good and spoiled...)
We loved the adventures and all the quality time we got to spend with them this weekend.  It was nice to have their attention and their care.  It was nice to hear that they approved of our home and the life that we're building together.  Nice to have their blessing.

Here are some more pictures from the weekend:

Greg and I looking awkward at the Mexican restaurant we visited.
(I don't know why I'm making that face? I think I was trying to explain how to take a picture on an iPhone.)

Delicious margaritas and homemade guacamole.

Menu at Pea Soup Andersen's.

Bottom of the bowl. 
I had no idea pea soup was so tasty!


And last but definitely not least, my personal favorite picture of the whole weekend--

drum roll please...

LOVE. THIS. PICTURE:


Dear Nadine and Bob,

Thank you for travelling all the way across the country to spend time with me and Greggers.  We love you and we enjoyed every bit of your visit.  You are welcome any time, and I'm sure BJ's Brewery will be happy to have their regulars back for a cold one!

Love,
Beth & Greg

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

It's here, it's here!

Today is the day that Bob & Nadine arrive!  I will be picking them up from the airport in just about 30 minutes and I could not be more excited. 

Last night Greg and I hung some more pictures-- having company always motivates us to continue our efforts of finally putting art on our walls.  (I'll post pictures soon, I know I've been promising photos for a year now...)

In the meantime, please enjoy these photobooth pictures of my grandparents from my wedding last summer. (Also featuring my cousin, Crystal-- we're the only 2 girls on that side of the family so she's pretty much the sister I never had.)


Is there anything that could possibly make a girl feel more special than a visit from her grandparents who travelled all the way ACROSS THE COUNTRY (from Florida to California) to spend time with her? 

Answer:  Nope.  I think not.   I'm pretty sure that's the epitome of feeling special.

I love you Bobby & 'Dine! 
I'll be hugging your necks in less than an hour (squeeeeeaaaalllll!!)

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Donut date

It was a busy weekend at our house, especially for Greg.  We got some good quality togetherness time on Sunday evening, but it was brief because Greg had to go back to work at 9pm.  (yuck!)

Last night as we were getting ready for bed, Greg asked me if I would go on a date with him this morning.  He invited me to wake up a little bit early to meet him in the living room for Krispy Kreme goodness and some piping hot coffee with a splash of cream:


My heart is full this morning and my mind is peaceful despite my hectic work day ahead of me because I am loved and loved well. 

I am reminded that my joy comes not from my circumstances, but from my Heavenly Father, and the way Greg served me this morning-- hopping out of bed at 7:15am to retrieve hot donuts while I jumped in the shower-- somehow reminded me of how much my Heavenly Father loves me as well. 

In the quiet moments of this morning (well, not too quiet, I'm afraid I talked Greg's ear off...!) I was reminded that just as Greg and I needed time to simply sit and enjoy one another this morning, I need to also make time to be still before God so that I can refuel and fill up with his grace and goodness and love. 

Today is already much easier than every day last week, not because my work load has changed, but because I have. 

Monday, September 20, 2010

I'm a visual person

This weekend I took on the challenge of building the House Manager/Concessions schedule for the first four months of the season at the Actor's Co-op.  There are 3 shows, a possibility of 6 weekends of extended runs and more than 30 volunteer availabilities to work around... but I built this schedule and it is freakin' amazing!

This is what my living room floor looked like on Saturday night:


I'm a very visual person.

I went through a pack of note cards and two colors of mini-post-it-stickies, but I am confident that this is the most accommodating schedule EVER.

And coming off a sort of rough week of work, it was the perfect project to really sink my teeth into.  Meticulous, but also mathematical and it felt SO GOOD to produce results that I could just be proud of. 

Putting the final names on the list felt like snapping the last piece into a 1,000 piece jigsaw puzzle. 
Does anyone else enjoy schedule-making in this way?  What is it about it that I find so satisfying?

Friday, September 17, 2010

Rustic retreat

Hey!  Long time no post, but I've been slammed at work and just haven't had time to post.  (4th quarter is in full swing, ya'll!)

I had a comp day at work that I garnered from working an event on a Saturday that I needed to use or lose by the end of this week, so Greg and I took a day off on Tuesday.  We had a Groupon for a stay at a "rustic resort" about 2 hours away that we also had to use or lose because it expires come October 1st.   Done and done.

Below is a hipstamatic tour of our day off...
We had a really great time, but looking back over these images, some of them strike me as sort of creepy.  I mean, on a scale of charming to creepy, I'd say that a few of these shots lean a bit more towards the creepy end of the spectrum: 
This was our room.  Quaint and spacious. 
We watched a lot of Food Network.

Right outside our room was a field of organic lavender.

We explored the acres of property.

Ran across the picnic tables.

Just enjoyed being surrounded by nature that we city folk don't get to see much.

It was quiet. 
After we checked in, we never saw another living soul.

Statue on an island in a pond.
(Gave me a hankering for mini golf for some reason?)

There were sunflowers as big as my head...

See?

Fallen tree

Cactus garden

Salt water pool

Pool rules. This place has been here quite a while. 
("Women wear bathing cap...")

I put my feet in, but it was too cold to jump in.

Narnia?

It was fun, I had a good time.  But as we walked around, we'd occasionally hear wildlife rustling in bushes and I was really jumpy.  (It probably didn't help that the lady who checked us in jovially warned us to watch out for their "secret bobcat."  Seriously.  I don't know what she expected our reactions to be to that one.) 

As it got darker, I started to feel a little uneasy because there was NO ONE else around.  We had no neighbors in the cabins near us.  We never saw any staff roaming around.  I kept my thoughts to myself, but in general, I felt that it was a little too quiet.

Because I had to work at 9am on Wednesday, Greg and I woke up at 5am to hit the road so we would make it back in time.  As we rolled out of town we stopped at a gas station and while Greg filled our tank a sketchy man pulled alongside our car to ask for directions.  Greg apologized and said he didn't know the area and the sketchy man went inside to ask the clerk. 

Greg finished up and then hopped in the car and said: "We gotta get outta here.  Too many Stephen King novels start out this way..."

As soon as he said that I made up my mind that: This place is definitely more creepy than charming and I'm so glad we're leaving right now.

It was a good day off, but there's no place like (familiar, safe, noisy, busy, crowded, etc.) home!

Monday, September 13, 2010

5 Things I'm Thankful for Today

(Doesn't counting blessings make you rethink your perspective after a stressful day of work?)

5 Things I'm Thankful for Today:
  1. That I got to have lunch with Greggers this afternoon.  He made me a yummy sandwich, we shared an Asian Pear and we watched an episode of "Community" on DVD.
  2. That I have a happy home to return to at the end of the day, a place that seems all the more sweet on especially stressful days at the office.
  3. For the starbucks gift card that my mom sent me for my anniversary at the beginning of the month, because it let me begin my morning with a latte, which was a real treat.
  4. I am thankful for people who verbalize encouragement (my love language is totally "Words of Affirmation")
  5. I am thankful for creative outlets like this blog and like the actor's co-op 

Friday, September 10, 2010

Happy Friday!

My Friday began with SURPRISE BAGELS from my boss: 


Woooooohooooooo!!!!


Hope everyone has a great weekend!

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Equation for a Great Start

This morning began when I hopped stumbled groggily out of bed at 6:20am to... GO RUNNING!

"How did she do it?" some of you regular readers might be wondering, "It's a well known fact that Beth hates running and loves sleeping in her warm comfy bed until the last possible moment each morning..."

The credit belongs not to me, but to this pretty little miss:

*Photo shamelessly stolen from the facebook-- taken during D's recent trip to Kenya.

The truth is, I can't quite make myself leave my warm cozy covers in the morning to push my body to run when my body is still craving gentle sleep.  This is a hard fact. 

(I know because I've been conducting a very scientific experiment for the past few months that involves an early alarm clock setting, an over-active snooze button and a cranky, non-worked-out Bethers oversleeping until 8am every morning without fail...)

BUT!  I can make myself leave my warm cozy covers in the morning when I know that I'm meeting Dianna!  Not only does she work out with me but she also is a delight to talk to and the two of us chatter on and on so working out isn't boring.

Oh, how I love this girl-- And not just because she runs with me, she's a real gem of a friend to boot.

In honor of our conversation this morning regarding teaching children how to do math (yep, we pretty much talk about anything...) I've concocted an equation for Beth's Running Success:

Sleeping Beth + Appointment with Dianna = Successful Morning Run

That is of course, the preferred equation.  There are many.  But that is the most abbreviated and most happily successful equation.  There is also the below equation which I'm also familiar with and occasionally revisit in an attempt to make 2+2=4 (rather than 2+2=FAIL!  Ahhhh, math jokes!!)

Sleeping Beth + Setting Out Running Clothes The Night Before + 1 Snooze Allowance + Drinking Plenty of Water Before Bed + Good Night's Sleep - Discipline = FAIL

Dear Dianna,
I love you very much and I'm grateful for your friendship.
Thanks for getting up at the butt crack of dawn to jog with me this morning.
You're pretty awesome,
Beth

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Is it Christmas yet?

Maybe I was spoiled by time off over the long weekend...

Or maybe it's the sudden cold snap in the weather...

Or maybe it's the fact that I deal with long lead magazines and it's "Gift Guide Season" so I've been crafting holiday-themed pitches for their December books...

...but I am SO ready for the holiday season to get here already!


Does anyone else suffer from Christmas-itis the moment Fall hits each year?

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Labor (of love!) Day

This post could also be titled "The Weekend of Tears" because I think I managed to cry (both good and bad tears) on every single day.

Bad crying:

  • Friday, on the phone to Nadine when I told her that there's a possibility that I may have to work the weekend that she and Bob are visiting. She called me Sweetie in a comforting tone and told me that she understands how work can be sometimes and that she'll make the most of any time I can spend with them. I was pretty much a puddle of love for my grandmother and I think I managed to blubber out that I'd keep her updated and that I was so thankful that she was coming to see me.
  • Saturday night, when I saw a certain photo of myself from Kevin and Kat's awesome wedding that Greg and I went to earlier that day.  (I considered posting it here, but I've decided not to dwell on it and I think that hunting it down and pulling it off of facebook would be considered "dwelling...") Let's just say it was a REALLY bad picture.  Once that left me thinking "Do I really look like that?"  (PS-- After a wonderful weekend with my husband, I am feeling better, but considering I've been really wrestling with how I look/feel lately-- old and frumpy-- this was definitely a difficult picture to see of myself.)

Good crying:

  • On Saturday I teared up multiple times at Kat & Kevin's wedding-- it was so beautiful and I just love them so much and am so happy for them. Plus, especially in light of my own anniversary this weekend, weddings pretty much always make me cry now.
Look how gorgeous Kat looked...

  • On Saturday night (after I saw that awful photo), Greg pulled me aside before we went to bed and he told me that he thinks I'm a beautiful woman and that it was a bad photo, but that I don't look like that. I cried because I wanted to believe him, and even though I couldn't 100% accept his words of kindness right at that moment, it did help, and I was thankful that I have a husband who is observant enough to know when something is wrong and makes such an effort to comfort me and speak kindness to me.
  • On Sunday Greg took me to an amazing Bed & Breakfast in Santa Barbara-- it was gorgeous and he even splurged to get us a room with a fireplace because he knew I'd love that (I did!) We had a wonderful dinner that night with really great conversation as we reflected on our first year of marriage and discussed hopes/plans for this next year. I think both of us got choked up as we shared from the heart.
  • Last night we returned home from Santa Barbara and popped our wedding video in before we went to bed. Both of us were a complete mess as we relived that day.
What a bunch of emotional softies we are!  (Especially me!)

Okay, okay-- now here are some Santa Barbara photos:
Before we checked into our B&B, we found a cute little place to grab lunch on Sunday...

Greggers got himself some hot wings!

This is the front door to our room (which had its own private patio-- so fancy!)

Our pretty room

Our room, note the fireplace (!!!)

Handsome hubby playing cards and enjoying a glass of pinot in the parlor before dinner.

Look!  They served milk and cookies at night!
We were too full from dinner to partake, but I had to get a photo anyway.

In front of the gazebo with my honey

Doesn't that place look great?  Greg really romanced my socks off by bringing me here-- I loved every bit of it: the quiet, the snacks, the gardens, the fireplace, the game of cards...

How on earth did I manage to snag such a catch?  He knows my heart so well and he's an expert at treating me like a queen in all the ways that matter to me.

I hope everyone else had a wonderful long weekend as well! 

Thursday, September 2, 2010

1 Year

This Sunday is my first anniversary as a Mrs. 

In the past year, I've learned:
  • How to make a few dinners and really great salads (never was much of a cook before I had someone to cook for)
  • That my husband appreciates special gestures that let him know that I'm thinking about him, and this can be anything from a sweet text to a surprise date night
  • Better communication
  • How to schedule my calendar so that I get time with friends, but still get the maximum amount of time with Greg that I can throughout the week
  • Boys don't care for Glee
  • Socks on the floor aren't always "dirty," sometimes they're being "saved for later"
  • My husband's hands knead worries out of my shoulders better than any masseuse
  • That there is something about being married that helps me to understand better how much God delights in me
  • Even when I feel frumpy, Greg thinks my eyes are pretty
  • When it comes to socks, "saved for later" is the same thing as "dirty"
  • That compromises happen on both sides, but that overall, Greg and I make the perfect team

Dear Greggers,

Be my darling today?

Your,
Beth

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Comfortable in my own skin

I have been spoiled for the past 4 years that I've been working at my current place of employment because there is no dress code.  Of course I'm expected to look professional on the days that I go to meetings with clients or visit studios, but when I'm just hanging out around the office I totally wear jeans and tees.  It's nice, but it's also given me permission to be sort of lazy with my outfits.

Something else that has happened during the past 4 years is that I have somehow become a 29-year-old married woman instead of a 25-year-old single girl.  (Whhaaaatt?!)  That's a pretty dramatic change, but it didn't happen overnight so it sort of sneaked up on me.  I recently realized that it's possible that one of the reasons why I haven't quite been feeling comfortable in my own skin lately is because I haven't given myself the grace to grow up.  It's deeper than my wardrobe, but perhaps my closet full of extremely casual clothes that I've accumulated throughout my mid-20's isn't quite offering me the polish that I desire as an almost-30-year-old.

I need to stop looking at all the 22-year-old actresses out here that throw together the cutest outfits that just aren't-- dare I say it-- age appropriate (gasp!) for me anymore.  Oh I had my "trendy" phase with clothes, where I could throw together pieces from sales racks and thrift stores and rock any look I wanted-- but now I just feel silly in that sort of stuff.  It's hard, because I run in social circles that include a fair share of trendy 24-year-olds and it's difficult to be faced with adorable girls wearing fashions that I just can't pull off anymore.  It's hard for me not to compare myself to them sometimes and then I just feel really old and dowdy.

But, on the other hand, I'm not afraid of turning 30, I'm excited for this new phase in life, and I am so content with my life right now.  I love being married, for example.  At times, I look at those same 24-year-old girls and I almost pity them because in some ways I've been-there-done-that and wouldn't want to go back.  I am happy about that wisdom. 

Strangely enough, this post was inspired by a pair of pants that I bought this weekend.  I went into a store at the mall in search of some staple items that I could use to slowly upgrade my wardrobe as I begin to weed out the suddenly-too-short-for-me-skirts in my closet that I never wear anymore.  These new pants are cute and gray and they fit me so well.  They're still comfortable and casual, but they're definitely a step up from my endless collection of blue jeans.

Classy, huh?
I probably won't wear my pants with heels like these, however...

I'm learning to let go of more than clothes. I feel like I'm letting go of an era of Beth.  A 20-something-year-old-Beth whom I love and have even learned compassion for, but who I also can't help but roll my eyes at. It's time my outward appearance reflects some of that maturity and polish that I feel that I've garnered in this past decade.  The epiphany that I've been trying to be someone that I'm not (at least not anymore) feels like a gift.  It feels like permission to be beautiful and to be myself.

And I'm excited!  I really, really am!  :)