one of those days

It's one of those days.  It's been a really good day....in many, many ways.  I went running, worked out at the gym, rode my bike, went rock climbing for Ben's b-day...and even went on a date.

But I also had a meeting with Jeanne about Nepal.
Well, it's not looking promising.  I'm not giving up yet, but I've heard from two different sources that there are no teaching positions in the school at Scheer Memorial Hospital.  None of the full time missionaries have any students in the school, so they are not having SM's teach at the school.  I don't even understand entirely what that means.

But like I said, I'm not giving up yet.  I'd really like to work in the hospital in Nepal, actually, this has been my goal all along.  But in the past this has not been an option, so....

I haven't looked into any other SM options very seriously.  Because I want to live in Nepal.  I'm obsessed with the country.  Which brings me to another point.  I've never even really wanted to SM any place besides Nepal.  Do I want to SM?  Do I want to travel for a year?  For a quarter?  Do I want to learn another language?  Would I want to do any of these things by myself?  Do I want to go to PT school this year?

I called my mom this evening.  She wants to know what I'm doing with my life.  I told her everything about today.  Probably shouldn't have.  If I'm spending so much time exercising and going to birthday parties...am I studying?  Mom, not every day is like this.  "Jenny, if you decide to go to PT school next year, I am going to freak out."  (She thinks I will decide a week before it starts, and she has good reason to believe I would make a decision that last-minute-like.  However, Loma Linda wouldn't let me decide that late...)

I want to go to Nepal.  And I am oh so tired.

They don't care what you know

until they know that you care.

Father Daughter Bonding Time

Way back on President's Day Weekend, I made homemade vanilla ice cream and chocolate syrup at home.  I had a houseful of friends, and I made a LOT of ice cream.  Apparently no one else eats ice cream like I do, and we have a huge tub left over.  My parents forget it's in the freezer when I'm not home, but I always pull it out first thing when I arrive.  My mom laughs and my dad rolls his eyes when I announce my need for ice cream.  "I've been thinking about it during the whole drive home!"  But as I drizzle hot chocolate syrup on top, I always ask, "Anyone else want some?"  Almost without fail, my dad will serve himself some as well.  He rarely eats ice cream when I'm not home, but he'll always eat some with me.  It's our time.  We eat ice cream, shivering in fleece jackets, and talk about....things.  It's like going on coffee dates - I'm not a coffee drinker, but I'll always have a date over ice cream.  Yum.  I pretty much love my dad.

PHOTO: When the cranking gets hard...