Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Bad things
Last night a friend of ours was returning from the airport late, after dropping his parents off. The taxi was stopped by some bad guys and my friend was beat up and robbed. Please pray for Daniel to heal from his injuries and to find peace about the incident. I am assuming the taxi driver was also hurt and robbed, so pray for him too. Thanks.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Christmas party
Last night I had a Christmas party for the ladies that come to aerobics. I am one of the worst party planners, but it turned out great.
Everyone came late, which added to my anxiety. I always am ready way early and Indians usually come way late. I had a friend with me to help me pass the moments.
We had lots of cookies, chocolate cake, momos and chai. I was given a very high complement by ladies when they drank my chai. Several said, "Very nice chai. You are turning Indian." So that was nice. I also think I make pretty good chai. I like cardomon chai. I squish a green pardomon pod and boil it with the tea leaves. I also give a shake of cinnomon sugur in the leaves. It makes it taste so nice.
We played charades with different movies or actors. That went over well also. And then we had an arm wrestling competition. That was my idea. So we had the Americans vs. Indians. I thought that the Indian ladies would be weak, but was surprised that all of us Americans LOST. I lost to one of my trainers who I thought for sure I would win. It was halarious. We had two ties, one between my two trainers and one with the second trainer and an American lady. I will add pictures later.
I found the Christmas story in a children's Bible and had it read it Hindi which the ladies enjoyed. Then we danced. First up was the daughter of one of the ladies. I didn't have the song she wanted so she said, "That's okay, I will sing too." So she sang, "Crazy kya hai" and did the dance too. Then we all danced and laughed at eachother. So much fun.
Finally the ladies started to leave. All were happy to have come. I was extremely happy with how the party turned out. I am thankful for those who helped me by baking sweets, bringing things, coming up with games. I am thankful that my househelp lady will come today and clean up from our mess. And I am thankful that we were able to hear the real Christmas story, maybe some of them for the first time.
Everyone came late, which added to my anxiety. I always am ready way early and Indians usually come way late. I had a friend with me to help me pass the moments.
We had lots of cookies, chocolate cake, momos and chai. I was given a very high complement by ladies when they drank my chai. Several said, "Very nice chai. You are turning Indian." So that was nice. I also think I make pretty good chai. I like cardomon chai. I squish a green pardomon pod and boil it with the tea leaves. I also give a shake of cinnomon sugur in the leaves. It makes it taste so nice.
We played charades with different movies or actors. That went over well also. And then we had an arm wrestling competition. That was my idea. So we had the Americans vs. Indians. I thought that the Indian ladies would be weak, but was surprised that all of us Americans LOST. I lost to one of my trainers who I thought for sure I would win. It was halarious. We had two ties, one between my two trainers and one with the second trainer and an American lady. I will add pictures later.
I found the Christmas story in a children's Bible and had it read it Hindi which the ladies enjoyed. Then we danced. First up was the daughter of one of the ladies. I didn't have the song she wanted so she said, "That's okay, I will sing too." So she sang, "Crazy kya hai" and did the dance too. Then we all danced and laughed at eachother. So much fun.
Finally the ladies started to leave. All were happy to have come. I was extremely happy with how the party turned out. I am thankful for those who helped me by baking sweets, bringing things, coming up with games. I am thankful that my househelp lady will come today and clean up from our mess. And I am thankful that we were able to hear the real Christmas story, maybe some of them for the first time.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Shopping Woes
Today I ventured out to go Christmas shopping. I didn't think it would be so crowded if I went in the morning. Morning turned into afternoon when my househelp didn't show up on time. So I went to Khan Market, which is an expensive, but easy market. I had only a few things on my list which I thought would be easy to find in Khan Market.
I drove around trying to find parking and ended up on the side of the street close to a "no-parking" sign. There were other cars so I figured I was okay. A little old lady who sits on the side of the road started talking to me as I got out of my car. I thought she was saying, "Give me food" and she was waving a cup of chai at me. I shook my head and walked away. All the while thinking, "What was she saying?" Later it occurred to me that maybe she was warning me not to park there. Anyway, off I went for my shopping.
First stop was the Levi store. Steve mentioned yesterday that he would like a jean jacket, so what better place to look than the expensive Levi store in Khan Market. No jackets! I couldn't believe it. So I continued walking and decided I should take a peek at the car to make sure it wasn't getting towed. But there was no car. I was too embarrassed to show my face to the old lady. I decided to keep shopping and worry about the car later.
I called Steve to see if he had ever been towed from there and if he knew where the car would have been taken. But Khan market is one place we haven't been towed from before. So I ate lunch at McDonald's and tried to not think about the car. Finally I finished shopping and decided it was time to deal with the car.
I found a local police guy and tried to communicate that my car was towed. He finally understood and pointed me to the police stand. I made my way over there and the policeman flagged a down a auto rickshaw and explained to the driver where to take me. My car was the only one in the tow yard! I felt a little picked on. But still I was guilty. So I gladly paid my debt and drove my ashamed head home.
I don't feel like going shopping anymore. Too bad for Steve. Maybe I will make him a hat!
I drove around trying to find parking and ended up on the side of the street close to a "no-parking" sign. There were other cars so I figured I was okay. A little old lady who sits on the side of the road started talking to me as I got out of my car. I thought she was saying, "Give me food" and she was waving a cup of chai at me. I shook my head and walked away. All the while thinking, "What was she saying?" Later it occurred to me that maybe she was warning me not to park there. Anyway, off I went for my shopping.
First stop was the Levi store. Steve mentioned yesterday that he would like a jean jacket, so what better place to look than the expensive Levi store in Khan Market. No jackets! I couldn't believe it. So I continued walking and decided I should take a peek at the car to make sure it wasn't getting towed. But there was no car. I was too embarrassed to show my face to the old lady. I decided to keep shopping and worry about the car later.
I called Steve to see if he had ever been towed from there and if he knew where the car would have been taken. But Khan market is one place we haven't been towed from before. So I ate lunch at McDonald's and tried to not think about the car. Finally I finished shopping and decided it was time to deal with the car.
I found a local police guy and tried to communicate that my car was towed. He finally understood and pointed me to the police stand. I made my way over there and the policeman flagged a down a auto rickshaw and explained to the driver where to take me. My car was the only one in the tow yard! I felt a little picked on. But still I was guilty. So I gladly paid my debt and drove my ashamed head home.
I don't feel like going shopping anymore. Too bad for Steve. Maybe I will make him a hat!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Stupid People
I just have to tell you how stupid people make me so upset. I just want to hit them.
Today my househelp told me she quit her second job. She had only been working for them for a couple of weeks. They paid her well. The problems started when Bimla (my househelp) arrived a little late on a holiday. It was hard to find a bus so that is why she was late. But the woman she was working for yelled at her and scolded her for being late. Now I know how it is to have to wait for Bimla to show up sometimes and it can be frustrating if you have other things to do. But to scold someone like they are a child is rediculous.
Last week Bimla's brother was in an accident and she got the phone call at my house. She was very worried. His leg was got a very deep cut and he was on his way to the hospital. When a person has to stay in the hospital the family has to bring food, and sometimes sheets. It is good if someone stays with the patient to take after them. So Bimla called her second job to tell them she wasn't able to come clean that day. The lady yelled at her and told her what a horrible person she was. She told Bimla that she HAD to come work. So Bimla told her she was quitting.
On Friday Bimla told me the lady had called and apologized for yelling and Bimla thought maybe she would still work for her. But her husband told her not to because people like that will continue to get angry. So Bimla called the lady back and told her "no". So then the lady yelled again and insisted she come right away to return the key.
So today Bimla told me she went yesterday to return the key and the lady told her, "You will never find work. You are stupid." Then the lady through Bimla's work clothes out the door at her and shewed her away like a dog.
No one should be treated like Bimla was treated. It makes me so mad. But there is no sense trying to talk with someone like that. It is better to just leave it and be thankful that Bimla doesn't have to deal with her again.
Today my househelp told me she quit her second job. She had only been working for them for a couple of weeks. They paid her well. The problems started when Bimla (my househelp) arrived a little late on a holiday. It was hard to find a bus so that is why she was late. But the woman she was working for yelled at her and scolded her for being late. Now I know how it is to have to wait for Bimla to show up sometimes and it can be frustrating if you have other things to do. But to scold someone like they are a child is rediculous.
Last week Bimla's brother was in an accident and she got the phone call at my house. She was very worried. His leg was got a very deep cut and he was on his way to the hospital. When a person has to stay in the hospital the family has to bring food, and sometimes sheets. It is good if someone stays with the patient to take after them. So Bimla called her second job to tell them she wasn't able to come clean that day. The lady yelled at her and told her what a horrible person she was. She told Bimla that she HAD to come work. So Bimla told her she was quitting.
On Friday Bimla told me the lady had called and apologized for yelling and Bimla thought maybe she would still work for her. But her husband told her not to because people like that will continue to get angry. So Bimla called the lady back and told her "no". So then the lady yelled again and insisted she come right away to return the key.
So today Bimla told me she went yesterday to return the key and the lady told her, "You will never find work. You are stupid." Then the lady through Bimla's work clothes out the door at her and shewed her away like a dog.
No one should be treated like Bimla was treated. It makes me so mad. But there is no sense trying to talk with someone like that. It is better to just leave it and be thankful that Bimla doesn't have to deal with her again.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Teera Zameen Per
Yesterday I watched the movie Teera Zameen Per and loved it. This is a Hindi movie, but I heard it is dubbed in English now. I highly recommend it. SO I have added my two favorite songs from the movie to my playlist here. But to help you out I am also copying the English translation to the first song, Maa (Mom). I loved it. I cried, smiled, cheered. Check it out.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
7 Random Book Facts
Thanks Linda for tagging me. I don't even have seven people to tag though. Sad me.
1. Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
2. Share seven random and/or weird book facts about yourself.
3. Tag seven random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
4. Let each person know that they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
1. I read a book this year that made me so mad that I made comments in it about how stupid I thought the author's ideas were. "Created To Be His Help Mate" is the title. DON'T READ IT!!!
2. I also would like to write my own book one day. I started a daily devotional book many years ago and I think I wrote two days worth of devotionals. Then my mind went blank.
3. A book is coming out this next year that I am in. An American lady, Miranda Kennedy, is writing a book on Indian ladies and she has a bit about my gym in it. She let me pick out my own alias and I chose Betty. Then she said she would just use my real name. So I am going to be famous. I hope it makes me look good.
4. I also have a selfish desire to have a whole book written about me. The only problem is that I haven't done anything book worthy to write about. I'm still working on that. It will probably be a comedy.
5. My favorite author right now is Erwin Raphael McManus. He has a new book out called "Awake". I have loved all his books and even listen to him online. Pastor of Mosaic church in L.A.
6. In my house I have books in three languages. I can read two of them, but only understand one. Hindi, English and Urdu. Three totally different scripts.
7. I am married to a book collector. He likes to buy books and keep them on the shelf. I like to read a book and then give it away. I am tempted to give his books away too.
So now I am suppose to tag seven "random" people. I first have to figure out how to make it link to their blogs. Then I guess I will just choose some random people by clicking "next blog" at the top of the page. Here we go.....
Janet, Christy, Steve, Lori, Billy Bob, Betty, and for Christmas...Santa! You guys are now tagged.
1. Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
2. Share seven random and/or weird book facts about yourself.
3. Tag seven random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs.
4. Let each person know that they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
1. I read a book this year that made me so mad that I made comments in it about how stupid I thought the author's ideas were. "Created To Be His Help Mate" is the title. DON'T READ IT!!!
2. I also would like to write my own book one day. I started a daily devotional book many years ago and I think I wrote two days worth of devotionals. Then my mind went blank.
3. A book is coming out this next year that I am in. An American lady, Miranda Kennedy, is writing a book on Indian ladies and she has a bit about my gym in it. She let me pick out my own alias and I chose Betty. Then she said she would just use my real name. So I am going to be famous. I hope it makes me look good.
4. I also have a selfish desire to have a whole book written about me. The only problem is that I haven't done anything book worthy to write about. I'm still working on that. It will probably be a comedy.
5. My favorite author right now is Erwin Raphael McManus. He has a new book out called "Awake". I have loved all his books and even listen to him online. Pastor of Mosaic church in L.A.
6. In my house I have books in three languages. I can read two of them, but only understand one. Hindi, English and Urdu. Three totally different scripts.
7. I am married to a book collector. He likes to buy books and keep them on the shelf. I like to read a book and then give it away. I am tempted to give his books away too.
So now I am suppose to tag seven "random" people. I first have to figure out how to make it link to their blogs. Then I guess I will just choose some random people by clicking "next blog" at the top of the page. Here we go.....
Janet, Christy, Steve, Lori, Billy Bob, Betty, and for Christmas...Santa! You guys are now tagged.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Hats
I have decided the next thing I want to give. I want to make hats and give them to the beggar kids. So now I have to find a store that sells yarn. I thought it would be easy to find a store because a lot of people knit. My first trip out to buy yarn resulted in no yarn.
I have one of those Nifty Knitter circle looms that helps you make a hat or scarf or leg warmers. I could make a hat a day if I don't have a lot of other things to do. But first I need yarn. Oh where is the yarn in this city?
Thursday, December 4, 2008
To fear or not to fear, that is the question
Today's newspaper reports that we are on the highest alert level for terrorist attacks in the city. The airports in India are preparing for attacks or hijackings. At least three air marshals are reported to be on each flight leaving the city. http://www.asianage.com/presentation/leftnavigation/news/top-story/airports-turn-into-fortresses.aspx
Last Sunday while I sat in church, instead of listening to the sermon, I was thinking about terrorist attacks at our church and what I would do. Outside our church we have two or three armed guards. I thought about a church in Pakistan that was attacked a few years ago and several people were killed. I don't mind being killed, but I don't want Micah to have to witness anything like that. So the kids go off to Sunday school. What if someone just attacked the Sunday school area? Oh boy. I am reminded again to "take every thought captive". And I tried to concentrate on the sermon and not on my terrorist thoughts.
So today again, with the thoughts of security in my mind, I try to still my mind and calm my heart. I picture myself in God's hands and find rest. I read Psalms 140 and pray along with David that God will rescue me from evil men and preserve me from violent men. Keep me Oh Lord, from the hands of the wicked.
Last Sunday while I sat in church, instead of listening to the sermon, I was thinking about terrorist attacks at our church and what I would do. Outside our church we have two or three armed guards. I thought about a church in Pakistan that was attacked a few years ago and several people were killed. I don't mind being killed, but I don't want Micah to have to witness anything like that. So the kids go off to Sunday school. What if someone just attacked the Sunday school area? Oh boy. I am reminded again to "take every thought captive". And I tried to concentrate on the sermon and not on my terrorist thoughts.
So today again, with the thoughts of security in my mind, I try to still my mind and calm my heart. I picture myself in God's hands and find rest. I read Psalms 140 and pray along with David that God will rescue me from evil men and preserve me from violent men. Keep me Oh Lord, from the hands of the wicked.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
First round of giving
OK, so God must be really trying to teach me about giving. Yesterday I listened to a sermon and it was also about giving. Random? I don't think so. I asked God to show me how to have joy and this seems to be what He wants to show me. So I share my giving with you not as a way to brag, but as a way to spur you on to greater giving and joy.
Last week I listed online all my gym equipment to sell. I would love to get some of our investment back out of it. On Sunday I met with a friend who lives in another part of India and she was asking about the equipment. She wanted to know how much because she is thinking about opening a gym for women. I told her that I wouldn't sell it to her, but I would love to give it to her. I am all for the benefit of the women and the chance for my friend to get to know the ladies better. She told me she would still need to think about it. The minute I walked in the door after meeting with my friend, the phone rang. It was a guy responding to my online ad. He was interested in buying the equipment. I would be so much happier to give it to my friend however. Funny how that is.
Then I thought of a car that we have that is being used by some friends. We have talked about selling it to them and they are open to buying it. However, again I feel prompted to give it without cost. So I told Steve this morning (who has already been open to giving it to them) that I am now wanting to just give it to them. And you know what? I feel good about it. I guess it is joy I feel. I feel like I am helping others and that makes me feel good.
As for the investment we made that we aren't getting money back from.... I really feel that the investment is deposited in heaven, where neither moth, dust or the bad economy can destroy.
Last week I listed online all my gym equipment to sell. I would love to get some of our investment back out of it. On Sunday I met with a friend who lives in another part of India and she was asking about the equipment. She wanted to know how much because she is thinking about opening a gym for women. I told her that I wouldn't sell it to her, but I would love to give it to her. I am all for the benefit of the women and the chance for my friend to get to know the ladies better. She told me she would still need to think about it. The minute I walked in the door after meeting with my friend, the phone rang. It was a guy responding to my online ad. He was interested in buying the equipment. I would be so much happier to give it to my friend however. Funny how that is.
Then I thought of a car that we have that is being used by some friends. We have talked about selling it to them and they are open to buying it. However, again I feel prompted to give it without cost. So I told Steve this morning (who has already been open to giving it to them) that I am now wanting to just give it to them. And you know what? I feel good about it. I guess it is joy I feel. I feel like I am helping others and that makes me feel good.
As for the investment we made that we aren't getting money back from.... I really feel that the investment is deposited in heaven, where neither moth, dust or the bad economy can destroy.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Money thoughts
After doing the "5 Things Meme" I have been thinking about the million dollars that I have to do something with. I am also reading the little book, "The Treasure Principle" by Randy Alcorn. It is about giving. Apparently I will find more joy in giving than in keeping. So, if I ever get a million dollars at one time, I hope I give it away. I would rather have a million dollars worth of joy. That is what I am really after. I have been thinking about joy and wondering how to get it and then I found out that it is in giving. I am going to try it out. Let's see if it is really true. I want to be a giver. If someone needs a blanket, I want to give them one. If someone needs money then I want to give it. There is plenty of opportunity here in India to be a giver and I want to start taking those opportunities. Even if the person I give to is not grateful (which they seldom are here), I want to be grateful that I can give. And in this way I will store up for myself treasures in heaven.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Huntington Beach Police Meme
Give this a try.
1. Put your iTunes on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the meme as well as the person you got the meme from.
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Victory In Jesus - The Door
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Lazy Days - Enya
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Lies - Keith Green
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Holiness - Sonic Flood
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Wings of the Morning - Caedmon's Call
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Children of Light - Vinyard
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Storms in Africa - Enya
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Under the Floor - Switchfoot
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
You - Jaci Valesquez
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR SPOUSE?
One Love / People Get Ready - Bob Marley
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
I Fought the Law - The Clash
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Galatians 5 - Inspired by Media
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE YOUR SPOUSE?
How It Is - Conkrete Angels
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
There You Are (Live) - Caroly Arends
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Just Fine - David Ruis
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Two Hears Beat As One - U2
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
From The Inside Out - Hillsong
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Big Fish - FFH
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
The Just Shall Live - Rich Mullins
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Lie in Our Graves - Dave Matthew Band
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
There is A Redeemer - Keith Green
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
No One Like You - David Crowder
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Twenty One - The Cranberries
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Whom Have I But You - David Ruis
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
The Way I Was Made - Chris Tomlin
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Carry The Call - Danny Chambers
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
What Susan Said - Rich Mullins
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Damage Done - Shaun Groves
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Huntington Beach Police - Lifesaver
1. Put your iTunes on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the meme as well as the person you got the meme from.
IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
Victory In Jesus - The Door
WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Lazy Days - Enya
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Lies - Keith Green
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Holiness - Sonic Flood
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Wings of the Morning - Caedmon's Call
WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Children of Light - Vinyard
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Storms in Africa - Enya
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Under the Floor - Switchfoot
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
You - Jaci Valesquez
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR SPOUSE?
One Love / People Get Ready - Bob Marley
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
I Fought the Law - The Clash
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Galatians 5 - Inspired by Media
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE YOUR SPOUSE?
How It Is - Conkrete Angels
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
There You Are (Live) - Caroly Arends
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Just Fine - David Ruis
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Two Hears Beat As One - U2
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
From The Inside Out - Hillsong
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Big Fish - FFH
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
The Just Shall Live - Rich Mullins
WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Lie in Our Graves - Dave Matthew Band
HOW WILL YOU DIE?
There is A Redeemer - Keith Green
WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
No One Like You - David Crowder
WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Twenty One - The Cranberries
WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Whom Have I But You - David Ruis
WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
The Way I Was Made - Chris Tomlin
DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Carry The Call - Danny Chambers
IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
What Susan Said - Rich Mullins
WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Damage Done - Shaun Groves
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Huntington Beach Police - Lifesaver
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
5 Things Meme
Here is my list of 5 things about me
5 Things on my to-do list
Make banana bread with the rotten bananas
Make the bed
Buy presents online for family members
Pop the zit on my nose
Get my prescriptions refilled
5 Things I like to snack on
cookies
toast with butter and peanut butter
coke and whatever
popcorn, although I don't have any
anything someone else makes
5 Things I would do if I were a millionaire
Save money for retirement
support missions more
College for Micah
Buy a fur coat (just kidding)
Open the gym
5 Places I have lived
Oregon
Washington
Kenya
India
California
5 Jobs I have had
Payless Drug store
Airport in Kenya
Delta Airlines
Gym in India
Cleaning airplanes for Alaska Airlines
5 Things on my to-do list
Make banana bread with the rotten bananas
Make the bed
Buy presents online for family members
Pop the zit on my nose
Get my prescriptions refilled
5 Things I like to snack on
cookies
toast with butter and peanut butter
coke and whatever
popcorn, although I don't have any
anything someone else makes
5 Things I would do if I were a millionaire
Save money for retirement
support missions more
College for Micah
Buy a fur coat (just kidding)
Open the gym
5 Places I have lived
Oregon
Washington
Kenya
India
California
5 Jobs I have had
Payless Drug store
Airport in Kenya
Delta Airlines
Gym in India
Cleaning airplanes for Alaska Airlines
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Weight
This is the time of year that many start worrying about their weight. Lots of goodies to eat and less sunlight to be outside in. I am thankful that I am not in America during this season so that I don't have to constantly be consumed by my weight. We just don't seem to have the temptations here that are there. Part of me misses all the parties and the food that goes with it, but the other part of me is happy to not have them.
So today I weighed myself. It has been two months since I have had the wonderful opportunity to step on the scale. I've been walking more and doing aerobics so I thought I would see a difference in the numbers. After two months the scale says I am .4 kg. less than I was two months ago. Notice the small point before the 4. If it was 4, without the point, I would be thrilled. You see, in America I gained 8 kg, so 4 would still only be half. But no, there is that small little dot before the 4.
This past year I have learned something about myself. I have never thought I was one to have a weight problem, but I do. It isn't that I gain or lose too much weight, but the scale can become an obsession. I want to see the numbers drop. And when they don't it can ruin at least part of my day. I don't just step off the scale and resume life as before. I dwell on it for a good part of the day. This is a problem.
So I make a new days resolution to not step on the scale for the rest of the year. I prefer to live in the ignorance of not knowing how much I weigh and whether I have lost, gained, or stayed the same.
So today I weighed myself. It has been two months since I have had the wonderful opportunity to step on the scale. I've been walking more and doing aerobics so I thought I would see a difference in the numbers. After two months the scale says I am .4 kg. less than I was two months ago. Notice the small point before the 4. If it was 4, without the point, I would be thrilled. You see, in America I gained 8 kg, so 4 would still only be half. But no, there is that small little dot before the 4.
This past year I have learned something about myself. I have never thought I was one to have a weight problem, but I do. It isn't that I gain or lose too much weight, but the scale can become an obsession. I want to see the numbers drop. And when they don't it can ruin at least part of my day. I don't just step off the scale and resume life as before. I dwell on it for a good part of the day. This is a problem.
So I make a new days resolution to not step on the scale for the rest of the year. I prefer to live in the ignorance of not knowing how much I weigh and whether I have lost, gained, or stayed the same.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Dance Competition Judge
A few days ago I was asked by a lady who use to come to the gym, to be a judge at her school's dance competition. So I agreed to do so. Today was the day. There were only three schools present and it wasn't dance, it was aerobics. There were other competitions as well. Indians like to honor the special guests with lots of flowery talk. So each judge was introduced. All the other judges were men who were heads of departments at different universities. About me it was said that I had my BE (Bachelor of Education) and an aerobic certificate from America. Both of those are not true. And it was said that I am an aerobic instructor now. That is true.
So I sat for an hour as different teachers spoke their appreciation for all who had come. Then finally the competition began. On the stage was first the group singing competition. Three school groups sang loudly to Hindi songs accompanied by accordion and tabla (Indian drum). Very long songs. And finally it was the aerobics.
When I arrived at the school I was given the judges folder to keep score in. The schools were listed by code names so that I wouldn't show partiality. But the teacher who asked me to come told me that her school was the third one and the students were the best. She also described their outfits so I would be sure to know which one was their school. And finally, just to make sure I understood, she said, "Do good to our school." Hmmmm. Luckily their school was in fact the best and I could honestly score them the highest.
After the aerobics the judges were treated to coffee and snacks back in the teachers lounge. About 15 minutes later we went back to the stage and the awards were given out. For each subject of competition the honorable judge was asked to come forward, was thanked again, and then the winners were announced. Shockingly, the school that my friend works at received first place in all but one of the competitions. Students came on stage and pictures were taken. Finally we stood for the school song and the national anthem.
I had taken a cycle rickshaw to the school, but since I was an honorable judge I couldn't be seen taking a cycle home. So instead I got to ride in the school van. I was given a small gift and the event was over.
I know this seems like a bit long for a post, but it seemed like a long event for me too.
So I sat for an hour as different teachers spoke their appreciation for all who had come. Then finally the competition began. On the stage was first the group singing competition. Three school groups sang loudly to Hindi songs accompanied by accordion and tabla (Indian drum). Very long songs. And finally it was the aerobics.
When I arrived at the school I was given the judges folder to keep score in. The schools were listed by code names so that I wouldn't show partiality. But the teacher who asked me to come told me that her school was the third one and the students were the best. She also described their outfits so I would be sure to know which one was their school. And finally, just to make sure I understood, she said, "Do good to our school." Hmmmm. Luckily their school was in fact the best and I could honestly score them the highest.
After the aerobics the judges were treated to coffee and snacks back in the teachers lounge. About 15 minutes later we went back to the stage and the awards were given out. For each subject of competition the honorable judge was asked to come forward, was thanked again, and then the winners were announced. Shockingly, the school that my friend works at received first place in all but one of the competitions. Students came on stage and pictures were taken. Finally we stood for the school song and the national anthem.
I had taken a cycle rickshaw to the school, but since I was an honorable judge I couldn't be seen taking a cycle home. So instead I got to ride in the school van. I was given a small gift and the event was over.
I know this seems like a bit long for a post, but it seemed like a long event for me too.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
aerobics again
Yesterday was another aerobics day. One of the ladies who normally does aerobics had offered her basement for us to use for aerobics. So we all walked over to her house and the guard rang the bell for us. Her servant answered and said "Maam is sick today and is sleeping, so you can't use the basement." So we headed to my house again (where there is no guard and the servant had left). We pushed the furniture aside and squished together. I had to adjust some steps so we wouldn't kick the walls or each other, but other than that it worked quite well. We had six ladies and 4 helpers that I told to just sit and watch.
I am amazed at how many times I need to make adjustments. I think I have something all figured out and then something happens last minute. I have learned to be flexible most of the time and not get my panties in a wad over it all. Sometimes I freak out and want to throw in the towel (last week), but if I see it as God having other plans than mine I can handle it. And the ladies here are amazingly flexible. Not a one complained about the tight space. And after aerobics I made chai for the four who stayed and we chatted for a half hour or so. When it is all said and done, the relationships are what really matters, not the place we do aerobics. And I love the ladies and my time with them. Maybe I will post a picture so you can see how small of a place they can do aerobics in. I feel like I am breathing down the neck of the person in front of me. But they love the closeness. I love them!
I am amazed at how many times I need to make adjustments. I think I have something all figured out and then something happens last minute. I have learned to be flexible most of the time and not get my panties in a wad over it all. Sometimes I freak out and want to throw in the towel (last week), but if I see it as God having other plans than mine I can handle it. And the ladies here are amazingly flexible. Not a one complained about the tight space. And after aerobics I made chai for the four who stayed and we chatted for a half hour or so. When it is all said and done, the relationships are what really matters, not the place we do aerobics. And I love the ladies and my time with them. Maybe I will post a picture so you can see how small of a place they can do aerobics in. I feel like I am breathing down the neck of the person in front of me. But they love the closeness. I love them!
Monday, November 17, 2008
Looking Back
Another week has started here in India (even though my blog time says it is still Sunday). Looking back at last week I can say I am glad that it is done. I had a rough week. I felt down all week. I would like to blame Satan for it, but maybe it was God trying to teach me to rely on him. Maybe we give Satan too much credit. Anyway, I am glad it is over.
So looking back here is what I have learned: I have to continue to self-talk myself into the right way of living. Sounds all new age, but it is biblical too. "Take every thought captive..." Thoughts run through my mind with things like, "I am done with India" and "This is too hard." But when I turn to God to check those thoughts I don't hear him agreeing with me. So I must quiet those thoughts. When it is time for us to move on to a new job I am sure God will make it semi clear. And the Word tells me that God will not allow us to be tempted beyond what we can bare. So it is not too hard. Now that doesn't make me all happy and cheery again, I am still struggling. But at least I can rely on the fact that I am where God wants me to be and most likely next week it will all be a distant memory.
And it is a distant memory. I still remember, but I can see more clearly. I can pick up my feet and move again. I am thankful for the time of quietness last week, even though I wasn't happy during it. I needed rest. And I am thankful for a new day. His mercies are new every morning.
So looking back here is what I have learned: I have to continue to self-talk myself into the right way of living. Sounds all new age, but it is biblical too. "Take every thought captive..." Thoughts run through my mind with things like, "I am done with India" and "This is too hard." But when I turn to God to check those thoughts I don't hear him agreeing with me. So I must quiet those thoughts. When it is time for us to move on to a new job I am sure God will make it semi clear. And the Word tells me that God will not allow us to be tempted beyond what we can bare. So it is not too hard. Now that doesn't make me all happy and cheery again, I am still struggling. But at least I can rely on the fact that I am where God wants me to be and most likely next week it will all be a distant memory.
And it is a distant memory. I still remember, but I can see more clearly. I can pick up my feet and move again. I am thankful for the time of quietness last week, even though I wasn't happy during it. I needed rest. And I am thankful for a new day. His mercies are new every morning.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Depression
Every time I look at my blog I get depressed. I only have two followers and no one has commented. When I look at my friends' blog she always has like 15 comments to each of her blog blurbs. I either have quiet followers or only 2, and one I added myself. So if you happen to read my blog, could you please add yourself as a follower.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Frustrations
We have been having aerobics twice a week in our community center. There is a "ladies only" time each day from 2:30 - 4:30. So we meet at 3:30 for an hour. My first complaint is that this is the worst time of the day for ladies. Kids are coming home from school, they need to fix food, it is rest time. But in India it seems women are second class citizens so we get the dregs. Well now the community center wants to charge an arm and a leg for each lady that comes. The men who come each day to play badminton pay 200/- ($4.00) for the whole month. They can come mornings and evenings each day. So why do they want to charge us ladies 500/- ($10.) to come at the worst times and only given two hours available?
So now I have to find a new place to have the aerobics. I get so frustrated with feeling taken advantage of. I think part of the reason they want more money from us is that I am a rich American. We get charged more for so many things. The vegetable guy sells us veggies at an increased rate, the cloth sellers give us a higher price, and the rickshaw drivers triple the fare.
We feel taken advantage of in the purchase of Spot, our puppy. The guy sold us a dog that has mange. Probably all the dogs he sells has it, so it isn't just us. But it is just one more example of paying a high price for poor quality.
Lord give me the strength each day to love people with your love!
So now I have to find a new place to have the aerobics. I get so frustrated with feeling taken advantage of. I think part of the reason they want more money from us is that I am a rich American. We get charged more for so many things. The vegetable guy sells us veggies at an increased rate, the cloth sellers give us a higher price, and the rickshaw drivers triple the fare.
We feel taken advantage of in the purchase of Spot, our puppy. The guy sold us a dog that has mange. Probably all the dogs he sells has it, so it isn't just us. But it is just one more example of paying a high price for poor quality.
Lord give me the strength each day to love people with your love!
Monday, November 10, 2008
Butter Ball Baby
Yesterday I was visiting Khushboo who is spending a few days at her family's house. Since none of her sisters are married yet, I get to answer her "personal" questions about marriage. So we sat and talked about what is normal.
I encouraged her to keep taking the vitamins I gave her so that when she gets pregnant the baby will be healthy. She asked if that meant the baby would be big and she would need a c-section. I told her what the different vitamins would help with, especially folic acid. Before she got married she said she would prefer to wait a few years before having a baby, but now she is anxious to be pregnant. I asked her if her husband wanted a baby soon. She said it wasn't him, but his family. She lives with the extended family so she daily interacts with the mom, sister in-law, and granny. Khushboo said that almost daily the mother in-law asks if she has any "good news" to tell them. Meaning, "Are you pregnant?" And the granny tells her how she hopes to see a baby before she dies. So now Khushboo wants to get pregnant.
Khushboo asked me a strange question. She said she had heard that when it is time for the baby to be due that the mother should eat lots of butter. That way the delivery will be easy. Meaning that the baby will slip out because of all the butter. I laughed and said that it wasn't true. When we eat butter it gets digested. She told me that her sister in-law ate lots of butter and when the baby came out it had butter on it's head.
I encouraged her to keep taking the vitamins I gave her so that when she gets pregnant the baby will be healthy. She asked if that meant the baby would be big and she would need a c-section. I told her what the different vitamins would help with, especially folic acid. Before she got married she said she would prefer to wait a few years before having a baby, but now she is anxious to be pregnant. I asked her if her husband wanted a baby soon. She said it wasn't him, but his family. She lives with the extended family so she daily interacts with the mom, sister in-law, and granny. Khushboo said that almost daily the mother in-law asks if she has any "good news" to tell them. Meaning, "Are you pregnant?" And the granny tells her how she hopes to see a baby before she dies. So now Khushboo wants to get pregnant.
Khushboo asked me a strange question. She said she had heard that when it is time for the baby to be due that the mother should eat lots of butter. That way the delivery will be easy. Meaning that the baby will slip out because of all the butter. I laughed and said that it wasn't true. When we eat butter it gets digested. She told me that her sister in-law ate lots of butter and when the baby came out it had butter on it's head.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Khushboo
It has been almost a month now since Khushboo got married. I have seen her a couple times. Last week she was at her old house and I came over for chai and to visit. She was staying for a few days. She said her husband called everyday, several times, and was missing her. He calls her "My Baby". I am told that he buys her bananas every morning and chips in the afternoon. The family's routine is different from her old one. The sleep late and stay up late. Dinner is often after 10. So she is hungry in the afternoon. Hence the chips.
So I just wanted to update the blog to let you know that she is doing good. And my initial reaction towards her husband was just my shock. He seems to be a good guy. Here is a picture of the reception. That is him sitting in the fancy chair next to her.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Kisses
The other day I was thinking about greeting people with kisses. I am very much a non-kissy person. However, the world seems to be full of kissy people and I am learning how to break out of my comfort zone a bit.
I have a tainted history of kissiness. I remember my first awkward moment was when I was in France when I was 19. I met a guy named Ole Fagerli from Norway. After a few months of working with him in France, it was time to say good-bye. So I thought I would do the french greeting and kiss on both cheeks. I didn't know what the Norwegian way was so this was my default. Well Ole was going for the American way of not kissing, but just hugging. So we ended up just touching cheeks together and I made an awkward kissing noise. This was quite humiliating. It seemed like such a weird sounds. I still cringe at the memory.
Then there is my husband's family. They are a very kissy bunch. In fact, they kiss on the lips. Now for someone who had never kissed anyone on the lips before my husband, this was extremely uncomfortable. So it was a few years after we were married that we were leaving after a visit and it came time for the good-bye kisses. I did the unthinkable and told my father in-law (who is the king of kissiness) that, "I don't do that kissing thing." I think he was crushed. I alienated myself from that moment on.
And now here I am many years later dealing with kisses again. I go to a Bible study that is very multi-ethnic. There are British, South Africans, Afganis, and me. So I was the first one to arrive the other day and shook hands with the host. But as everyone else arrived they went around and gave a kiss on both cheeks to each person in the room, including me. So after I watched this happen to the next person that arrived I got into the spirit of it all and prepared myself for kisses. It is quite a nice way to greet someone.
The only problem is I don't know what the proper amount of kisses is. I have Indian friends that do three kisses and some that do one kiss. It seems the Bible study people do two. So now I have this horrible fear of doing the wrong amount and ending up making another strange kissy sound in someones ear. My anxiety level is rising just thinking about it.
I have a tainted history of kissiness. I remember my first awkward moment was when I was in France when I was 19. I met a guy named Ole Fagerli from Norway. After a few months of working with him in France, it was time to say good-bye. So I thought I would do the french greeting and kiss on both cheeks. I didn't know what the Norwegian way was so this was my default. Well Ole was going for the American way of not kissing, but just hugging. So we ended up just touching cheeks together and I made an awkward kissing noise. This was quite humiliating. It seemed like such a weird sounds. I still cringe at the memory.
Then there is my husband's family. They are a very kissy bunch. In fact, they kiss on the lips. Now for someone who had never kissed anyone on the lips before my husband, this was extremely uncomfortable. So it was a few years after we were married that we were leaving after a visit and it came time for the good-bye kisses. I did the unthinkable and told my father in-law (who is the king of kissiness) that, "I don't do that kissing thing." I think he was crushed. I alienated myself from that moment on.
And now here I am many years later dealing with kisses again. I go to a Bible study that is very multi-ethnic. There are British, South Africans, Afganis, and me. So I was the first one to arrive the other day and shook hands with the host. But as everyone else arrived they went around and gave a kiss on both cheeks to each person in the room, including me. So after I watched this happen to the next person that arrived I got into the spirit of it all and prepared myself for kisses. It is quite a nice way to greet someone.
The only problem is I don't know what the proper amount of kisses is. I have Indian friends that do three kisses and some that do one kiss. It seems the Bible study people do two. So now I have this horrible fear of doing the wrong amount and ending up making another strange kissy sound in someones ear. My anxiety level is rising just thinking about it.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Spot
We got a dog for Micah's birthday. His name is Spot. Micah named him. I find it humorous that he chose the name Spot. You see, I had a "spot" incident in my past that was quite humiliating and the incident was always known as "the spot". It even took some counseling to work through it this past year (after 14 years of pain from it). SO to have a little Spot now that is so cute is refreshing and a reminder of the God's goodness in helping me through my pain.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
New nephew, Daniel
This is my newest nephew, Daniel. He was born on the 14th and weighs 7lbs. 12 oz. What a sweet little boy.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Wedding
Saturday was the wedding of our friend, Khushboo. She is the youngest sister in a family of 9 siblings whose parents died several years ago. I would guess her to be 20 years old. This was an arranged marriage. Her oldest brother had met the guy once or twice before the wedding. Khushboo didn't even get to see a picture of the guy. Before the guy even arrived she had signed the paper saying she would marry him and was officially married. Then the guy arrived......
Azhar is the groom. He was said to be around 31 years old. He comes from a good family in old Delhi. When I saw him my stomach dropped. I would guess his age to be closer to 40. I filmed his arrival and then brought the camera to Khushboo to show her what her husband looked like. I couldn't see her face because she was all covered, but she said, "Aachaa luckta hai." That means, "He looks nice."
I was introduced to the grooms family and thought they all seemed pleasant enough. Then I went on the stage where the groom was sitting with some family and friends and introduced myself to him. This may not be proper in muslim culture, but I wanted to meet him. He was a bit rude to me and brushed me off. His uncle excused his behavior saying he was tense. I didn't like him.
A couple hours later it was time for the couple to meet. The groom went off the stage and Khushboo was brought up all covered. I watched the groom as she was brought into the room. He looked bored and never once glanced her way. This may be cultural, but it made me not like him even more. He then went up and sat next to her. They didn't look at eachother. Pictures were taken with different people sitting next to them. And then it was time for them to leave. Khushboo's family and friends hugged her. As I hugged her good-bye I started to cry. I just felt so sad for her. It didn't seem like a good match for her. I can't understand why her brother would arrange it. He says it is a good family. That seems to be the important part.
So Khushboo's brothers carried her out to the car. It was so sweet to see her brother carrying her. She was crying as they put her in the car. Then the groom got in by her in the back and they drove away.
I was the spectacle of the evening with my crying. Several from his family came up to me and hugged me and told me to be happy. I think pictures were snapped. I heard several comments of "Leslie is crying." But I didn't care. I let the tears roll. I was very sad to say good-bye to Khushboo. And really that is what it is. She will no longer be the same Khushboo, she is now a woman and not a carefree young girl. She will be forever changed.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Aerobics anyone?
Next week I will start two classes of aerobics for the ladies in the community. I haven't taught aerobics in over a year and a half and have about 10 extra pounds on my body to prove it. So I have been working on my routines (I feel silly just saying that). I'm using some great songs. Oh Mickey! Remember that one? And I Think We're Alone Now, by Tiffany. Too bad no one here will know how cool these songs really are.
So this morning I was going through the routine and got to the floor work were I do the doggie and donkey moves. You know those? Where you are on hands and knees and doing leg lifts to the side and back. Well I can hardly do 8 and my rump is killing me. And I am suppose to be the leader here. Yikes! I already knew that most of the 10 pounds were down there, but this made it a sore subject. So I am starting to worry about next week when I am in front of ladies. What if I get a cramp in my gluteus maximus and can't move?
The positive side of all of this is that it forces me to get back in shape. I will never have the figure that I had on my wedding day, but if my arms will stop wiggling when I wave to someone that will be enough. Anyone else want to join a class with me?
So this morning I was going through the routine and got to the floor work were I do the doggie and donkey moves. You know those? Where you are on hands and knees and doing leg lifts to the side and back. Well I can hardly do 8 and my rump is killing me. And I am suppose to be the leader here. Yikes! I already knew that most of the 10 pounds were down there, but this made it a sore subject. So I am starting to worry about next week when I am in front of ladies. What if I get a cramp in my gluteus maximus and can't move?
The positive side of all of this is that it forces me to get back in shape. I will never have the figure that I had on my wedding day, but if my arms will stop wiggling when I wave to someone that will be enough. Anyone else want to join a class with me?
Saturday, October 4, 2008
The song - I get knocked down
I know this song doesn't have the best words, but I love it anyway. And I think it comes from the Bible so it is Christian. 2 Cor. 4:9 "We get knocked down, but we get up again and keep going." This was my theme last year (and last week when I fell).
Monday, September 29, 2008
I Get Knocked Down, But I Get Up Again
I fell! No one knocked me down, I just fell. One second I was walking along and the next I was down. I had a few images flash before my eyes, which was a new experience. But nothing about life. They were just images of falling. I either stepped on poop or slid on mud. Either way, I went down. One leg went straight out in front, the other stayed bent, which helped in the quick get-up. I put one hand down to catch myself and now that hand is all bruised. From the wrist to the palm is black, blue and red. But the worst part of falling is all the people around. Thankfully it was getting dark out, which may be why I didn't see the "mud". It was right where the cycle rickshaw drivers wait for customers. I heard a few "tsks" which is like saying "oh, too bad." Then I shot back up and dusted off my behind. Usually I laugh when people fall, but this time I didn't laugh.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
What's Wrong with Your Face????
Several of my Indian friends have asked me lately, "What is wrong with your face?" This is never a question you want to hear or answer. When I look in the mirror I ask the same question though.
Yesterday my good friend was over and of course the subject of my face came up again. There is a wedding in a few weeks and she hopes my face will be alright by then, because everyone will be looking at me.
The problem is that my body has betrayed me. Here I am, 37 years old and I have more pimples then I ever have had before. And it really doesn't help to pick at them. So I have red spots on my forehead, chin and cheeks. I am a big freak!
Indians are so honest with their comments too. Like when you gain weight they say, "You are fat (healthy)." Or when you lose too much weight they say, "You look thin and sickly." And now with zits on my face, "What's wrong with your face?"
Yesterday my good friend was over and of course the subject of my face came up again. There is a wedding in a few weeks and she hopes my face will be alright by then, because everyone will be looking at me.
The problem is that my body has betrayed me. Here I am, 37 years old and I have more pimples then I ever have had before. And it really doesn't help to pick at them. So I have red spots on my forehead, chin and cheeks. I am a big freak!
Indians are so honest with their comments too. Like when you gain weight they say, "You are fat (healthy)." Or when you lose too much weight they say, "You look thin and sickly." And now with zits on my face, "What's wrong with your face?"
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Sealed again!
The story continues....
The MCD let us have three days to remove our items from the basement, known as "the gym". We got everything out except an old shelf that probably has a next of cockroaches under it. There was no electricity so we had to work in the dark, damp basement by just the light that came in the door.
My friend and I stood outside the gym waiting for the MCD guys to show up to de-seal the door. I'm so thankful for this friend. She is so loyal. Then we looked inside. What a mess. After four months it can get pretty dirty. Most of the equipment is too heavy for us to move so we just started gathering the smaller things. A guy friend showed up and got things rolling. He hired a truck and a few guys to help load everything. A lady from the gym is letting us use her basement as storage so we had everything taken there. What we didn't realize is that her basement is worse than ours. It has about an inch of water on the ground. But what can we do? So it all got moved there.
Three days later the MCD came again and sealed the door shut again. This means they wrapped the lock with gauze and dripped candle wax on it.
Now what? Well we wait to see if anything can be found to rent that is in our price range. I am trying to sell some of the equipment before it rots in the flooded basement. And I am going to try to teach aerobics during the week. That is the plan. May God lead!
The MCD let us have three days to remove our items from the basement, known as "the gym". We got everything out except an old shelf that probably has a next of cockroaches under it. There was no electricity so we had to work in the dark, damp basement by just the light that came in the door.
My friend and I stood outside the gym waiting for the MCD guys to show up to de-seal the door. I'm so thankful for this friend. She is so loyal. Then we looked inside. What a mess. After four months it can get pretty dirty. Most of the equipment is too heavy for us to move so we just started gathering the smaller things. A guy friend showed up and got things rolling. He hired a truck and a few guys to help load everything. A lady from the gym is letting us use her basement as storage so we had everything taken there. What we didn't realize is that her basement is worse than ours. It has about an inch of water on the ground. But what can we do? So it all got moved there.
Three days later the MCD came again and sealed the door shut again. This means they wrapped the lock with gauze and dripped candle wax on it.
Now what? Well we wait to see if anything can be found to rent that is in our price range. I am trying to sell some of the equipment before it rots in the flooded basement. And I am going to try to teach aerobics during the week. That is the plan. May God lead!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
MCD
To me, the letters MCD have never brought happy thoughts. But yesterday that changed. Yesterday the MCD came and opened the gym door so we could move our things out. MCD stands for the Municipal Corporation of Delhi. What I see them doing is removing store items that have been placed on the sidewalk (displays or signs) and removing cows from the streets of Delhi. The last couple years they have been enforcing the property laws regarding businesses in residential areas. They have closed thousands of businesses in the last few years. Mine was closed by them in May.
This wasn't my first run-in with the MCD. About three years ago they came in our neighborhood to remove signs and merchandise from sidewalks. I had a sign out in front of the gym that was a sandwhich board type sign. While I was away at lunch the big truck came and they loaded my sign in the back along with all other items they had confiscated. I was truly naive to the situation and felt it was unfair that my sign would be "stolen". I came back from lunch and my employee/friend told me what had just happened. She went with me to track down the truck. We walked through the market and found the truck with my sign in the back. Thankfully it was near the rear of the truck. I handed Micah over to my friend and climbed up on the truck to get my sign. There were probably 50 men standing around watching all that was happening and two men in the truck. I stood on the edge and while I grabbed my sign I told the guy in the back of the truck (like a garbage truck) how wrong it was and how bad it was of him to take my sign. The crowd of on-lookers cheered me on, some telling me to run. The man in the truck told me that I couldn't take it, but I did anyway. He didn't try to stop me, probably because of my skin color and being a woman (not a lady at that point). I walked home with my sign and my friend holding Micah still. We walked fast. As it hit us of what I had just done we started laughing. It was really a funny thing I had just done.
A few months after this incident the MCD returned to our neighborhood and took my sign again. This time we didn't know until it was too late. They got my sign.
Then came the "sealing" campaign. That is what they call it when a business is closed. The MCD show up and put a seal on your door that you aren't suppose to break. We knew we weren't in a proper commercial building but the landlord insisted we were fine. He said he had connections. So we continued to operate there. We are in a basement of an apartment building just across the street from the market. Gyms were not allowed in residential areas nor in basements (both stupid rules I think). So we were looking for a new location.
One day we got word that MCD was coming to our neighborhood. We decided to hide the gym. We painted over our sign on the wall and closed for the day. Apparently the MCD guys came and had chai at the restaurant directly across from the gym. We went unnoticed.
After that day I decided I wasn't going to hide anymore. If they came then I would deal with it. So on another day MCD came to the neighborhood. I saw the guys outside so I went out to talk to them. I pointed out the gym, told them it was in a basement, and asked what should I do. They said it was no problem and that I was fine there. I felt a little better. But Indians have a reputation of saying what you want to hear, not necessarily the facts. They didn't do anything that day.
It was over a year later when they came and sealed the gym. Business was the best it had ever been. There was going to be a good-bye tea in the gym that day for one of the employees. But the MCD came while we were away and locked it up. No warning at all. They put the seal on the door and cut the wires for the electricity. Everything has been sitting in a dark, damp basement for four months now. That is, until yesterday. But that story will have to be told at another time. I need to go visit a friend and drink some diet coke with her.
This wasn't my first run-in with the MCD. About three years ago they came in our neighborhood to remove signs and merchandise from sidewalks. I had a sign out in front of the gym that was a sandwhich board type sign. While I was away at lunch the big truck came and they loaded my sign in the back along with all other items they had confiscated. I was truly naive to the situation and felt it was unfair that my sign would be "stolen". I came back from lunch and my employee/friend told me what had just happened. She went with me to track down the truck. We walked through the market and found the truck with my sign in the back. Thankfully it was near the rear of the truck. I handed Micah over to my friend and climbed up on the truck to get my sign. There were probably 50 men standing around watching all that was happening and two men in the truck. I stood on the edge and while I grabbed my sign I told the guy in the back of the truck (like a garbage truck) how wrong it was and how bad it was of him to take my sign. The crowd of on-lookers cheered me on, some telling me to run. The man in the truck told me that I couldn't take it, but I did anyway. He didn't try to stop me, probably because of my skin color and being a woman (not a lady at that point). I walked home with my sign and my friend holding Micah still. We walked fast. As it hit us of what I had just done we started laughing. It was really a funny thing I had just done.
A few months after this incident the MCD returned to our neighborhood and took my sign again. This time we didn't know until it was too late. They got my sign.
Then came the "sealing" campaign. That is what they call it when a business is closed. The MCD show up and put a seal on your door that you aren't suppose to break. We knew we weren't in a proper commercial building but the landlord insisted we were fine. He said he had connections. So we continued to operate there. We are in a basement of an apartment building just across the street from the market. Gyms were not allowed in residential areas nor in basements (both stupid rules I think). So we were looking for a new location.
One day we got word that MCD was coming to our neighborhood. We decided to hide the gym. We painted over our sign on the wall and closed for the day. Apparently the MCD guys came and had chai at the restaurant directly across from the gym. We went unnoticed.
After that day I decided I wasn't going to hide anymore. If they came then I would deal with it. So on another day MCD came to the neighborhood. I saw the guys outside so I went out to talk to them. I pointed out the gym, told them it was in a basement, and asked what should I do. They said it was no problem and that I was fine there. I felt a little better. But Indians have a reputation of saying what you want to hear, not necessarily the facts. They didn't do anything that day.
It was over a year later when they came and sealed the gym. Business was the best it had ever been. There was going to be a good-bye tea in the gym that day for one of the employees. But the MCD came while we were away and locked it up. No warning at all. They put the seal on the door and cut the wires for the electricity. Everything has been sitting in a dark, damp basement for four months now. That is, until yesterday. But that story will have to be told at another time. I need to go visit a friend and drink some diet coke with her.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Gym news
Our gym has been locked up since May 7th. It is the craziest thing really. We have a beauty parlour in the gym also and the mean ole city people came when the gym was closed but the beauty parlour was open. So the lady that runs the beauty parlour talked to the guys and made them angry, which may be why we didn't get a warning about the closure. They asked her to step outside and while they were talking to her they put a lock on the door. That's it! So everything is inside (hopefully no customers).
This past week we have gone to the city office to see if we can get the door opened for a day to get the equipment out. This isn't the first visit to the city offices. Back in May there were several visits and then in June too. So it turns out that some of the workers have not been showing up for the past three weeks, kind of a strike. I guess they are striking because of a new rule being inforced regarding the removal of cows off the street. Anyway, the guy in charge of our case is one of the workers who has chosen to not come to work. Not very helpful for us. And aparently he is being transferred to another department so our case has to go to someone else. But no one knows were the file is right now.
So now where things stand is that we will go back to the city office and find the new case worker and plead with them to open the door for us. Even other city workers tell us they are surprised it is taking so long just to get our things out.
This past week we have gone to the city office to see if we can get the door opened for a day to get the equipment out. This isn't the first visit to the city offices. Back in May there were several visits and then in June too. So it turns out that some of the workers have not been showing up for the past three weeks, kind of a strike. I guess they are striking because of a new rule being inforced regarding the removal of cows off the street. Anyway, the guy in charge of our case is one of the workers who has chosen to not come to work. Not very helpful for us. And aparently he is being transferred to another department so our case has to go to someone else. But no one knows were the file is right now.
So now where things stand is that we will go back to the city office and find the new case worker and plead with them to open the door for us. Even other city workers tell us they are surprised it is taking so long just to get our things out.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Umbrellas
Today I used an umbrella to shade me from the sun for the first time. I have always thought that people looked silly using umbrellas for the sun. But today I was visiting a friend and when I left her house we commented on how hot it was. She said I should have an umbrella. I told her I didn't even own an umbrella. So she rushed back inside and brought me out a new umbrella to have. So of course I used it. The thing I like about it is that when I come up to men on the street it hinders the eye contact and conceals my identity a bit. So maybe I will continue to use the umbrella.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
another month
September has begun. This month Ramadan is celebrated. I believe it starts tomorrow. That means our friends will be fasting. It also means that at sunset time we get to celebrate the breaking of the fast with them. This is a great time to gather with friends and eat a really quick snack. The minute the alarm sounds you are suppose to put something in your mouth and start eating. They don't want people to wait because then you might become proud that you kept the fast longer than someone else. There is usually fruit, dates, some fried snacks, some sort of boiled beans like garbonzo beans, and water. After you quickly eat, the men go to the mosque to pray. The women hurry and make the evening meal. People go to bed early during Ramadan because they have to get up early.
I like the month of Ramadan because of the community feel. Everyone is doing the same thing at the same time. You may send a plate of food to a neighbor right before sunset so that they can enjoy your food. Everyone is excited for the breaking of the fast. And I like that people go to bed earlier. Usually people eat dinner around 9 or 10, but during Ramadan it is like 7 or 8. Then they get up before sunrise to eat some food and drink a bunch of water. All throughout the day they aren't even suppose to drink water.
So I like Ramadan, but I am thankful that I don't have to follow a fast in order to know eternal life. God accepts me how I am.
I like the month of Ramadan because of the community feel. Everyone is doing the same thing at the same time. You may send a plate of food to a neighbor right before sunset so that they can enjoy your food. Everyone is excited for the breaking of the fast. And I like that people go to bed earlier. Usually people eat dinner around 9 or 10, but during Ramadan it is like 7 or 8. Then they get up before sunrise to eat some food and drink a bunch of water. All throughout the day they aren't even suppose to drink water.
So I like Ramadan, but I am thankful that I don't have to follow a fast in order to know eternal life. God accepts me how I am.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Happy Anniversary
Today we celebrate 13 years of being married. Amazing how time flies when you are having fun. That is like kindergarten to graduating from high school. We will go out to dinner tonight and our little guy gets to spend the night at his friend's house.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Gym news and blues
In May the gym was closed down by the city. For a couple years now the city has been closing thousands of businesses for being in residential areas. They finally got us. They are suppose to give you notice so that you can remove your belongings, but for some unknown reason we were not given any notice. The city guys just showed up and five minutes later a lock was placed on the door. So here it is August and things are still the same. The lock is on the door. Our Indian friend has gone to the city to try to get the place opened for a day to remove items, but this also is a slow process. So for now the equipment sits locked up in a basement to rot.
The landlord of the gym is no where to be seen. There is rumors that he is in jail. His wife is hiding at her mom's house. I don't think it has anything to do with the gym, but probably other business deals.
I have heard from several ladies that went to the gym. They all tell me how they miss the gym and really want it to open again. I have also met with my employees and they are anxious for it to open. They haven't gotten jobs.
A gym in a neighboring colony was visited by several ladies from my gym. I guess they asked for longer "women only" time and the owner told them no. So they got a group of ladies and came again to demand "woman only" time. The owner got mad and now there is a sign that says no woman from Fitness Circle are allowed. I thought that was pretty funny.
I have heard from several ladies how well the gym was doing when it got closed down. Twenty-four ladies doing aerobics in an area that is tight at 12. But they loved it.
And then there is me. I don't really want to open it again. It was too much work and tension for me. I am torn. I know it is a great way for me to get into the community and I really love the women. I also know that it provided jobs for my workers who have now been without jobs for three months. So here I sit, waiting for direction, waiting for the city to open the door again, and wondering what the future holds.
The landlord of the gym is no where to be seen. There is rumors that he is in jail. His wife is hiding at her mom's house. I don't think it has anything to do with the gym, but probably other business deals.
I have heard from several ladies that went to the gym. They all tell me how they miss the gym and really want it to open again. I have also met with my employees and they are anxious for it to open. They haven't gotten jobs.
A gym in a neighboring colony was visited by several ladies from my gym. I guess they asked for longer "women only" time and the owner told them no. So they got a group of ladies and came again to demand "woman only" time. The owner got mad and now there is a sign that says no woman from Fitness Circle are allowed. I thought that was pretty funny.
I have heard from several ladies how well the gym was doing when it got closed down. Twenty-four ladies doing aerobics in an area that is tight at 12. But they loved it.
And then there is me. I don't really want to open it again. It was too much work and tension for me. I am torn. I know it is a great way for me to get into the community and I really love the women. I also know that it provided jobs for my workers who have now been without jobs for three months. So here I sit, waiting for direction, waiting for the city to open the door again, and wondering what the future holds.
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