Friday, September 30, 2011

eight wants.

8 wants.

This will be hard to narrow it down to 8.

I want...

1. to go back to China and be reunited with my friends.

2. a Macbook. One day I will own a Macbook.

3. at least 5 kids.

4. to go to UNC and major in elementary education.

5. to have a white house with black shutters and a big porch.

6. my family to know how much I love them.

7. to try out for the homeschool girls basketball team. I will be made fun of for doing this for the rest of my life.

8. to be a good testimony for Christ everywhere I go by being like Him, in His love for others, encouragement to others, and sacrificial life for others.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

nine loves.

Today is 9 loves. I'm going to skip all of the typical "family, friends, and God" thing because those are the obvious ones. And everyone knows that I love my family, friends, and God. And if you didn't, then now you do.

So here are 9 loves, not including family, friends, and God.

1. Sports. Anything sports-related. Except Nascar, because it really isn't even a sport. And I'm not a huge fan of baseball.

2. T-shirts. I live in t-shirts. And thanks to my brother Joseph cleaning out his closet, I recently got a bunch of new t-shirts.

3. Road trips.

4. Facebook stalking. I know so many things about people that would probably freak them out if they realized how much I know.

5. Hayley Saffer. The best math teacher on the planet.

6. Camping. I just love sleeping outside. No matter what Jim Gaffigan says.

7. Documentaries. A big thanks to brother, Josh, for instilling in me a love for documentaries and all things didactic.

8. Weddings. I'm in love with weddings. The dresses, the tuxes, the hair, the flowers, the pictures, the decorations, the dancing, the cake, the ceremonies, the music, the food, everything. I just love it.

9. Having a license. So convenient. Now, I just need my after-nines.

10 secrets.

Hi. I am here to do some sort of challenge thing. It was on my sister-in-law's blog and so I thought I might as well do it. Not because anyone cares about reading it, but because I feel lame for never blogging, and this blog really serves no purpose if I want to do something random, then who cares. So that is why I am here. Because I have no life. No pressure to keep reading. And if you're only reading because the title is "10 Secrets" and you think I'm going to tell you all about how I'm in love with this boy, and I think this girl is obnoxious, and I really can't stand the way that one girl does her hair, then this isn't the post for you. These secrets have to do with pimento cheese and stuffed animals.

It is called the 10 Day You Challenge.

The first day of this 10 day challenge is to write down 10 secrets.

Let me pause. I have every intention of keeping this up and actually doing it for all 10 days without missing a day. But don't expect it. I don't really follow through with these sort of plans. (Example: 30 day photo challenge on Facebook. I eventually finished it, but it took me a few months.)

Ok here we go. 10 secrets. This is gonna be tough. And they probably won't really be secrets. I'll try my best.

1. Sometimes there are foods I don't like, but I think it would be cool if I liked them..because everyone else does. So I force myself to eat them, so that in the end I will like them. For example, I used to not like pineapple or pimento cheese. I do now, because I made myself eat them.

2. I always wanted to play basketball but was scared I would be bad, so I never played. I now regret this because it is completely ridiculous. I might play this fall. I will be terrible. But if I never do things that I'm not good at, I'll never get anywhere in life.

3. I feel sentimental about random things. You should see all of the stuffed animals in my closet that I won't get rid of.

4. I love getting/sending cards and letters. So much better than a text or a facebook message.

5. Texting gets on my nerves and sometimes talking on the phone is just way more convenient. But I'm horrible at talking on the phone and get really awkward when I do.

6. I've never really been trick-or-treating. But I really want to go.

7. I have random breakdowns way too often because of different things. Some of which are missing Harvey, missing all of my siblings/siblings-in-law, not wanting to grow up, wanting to go back to China, and the list goes on.

8. If you want to read the most embarrassing things I have written, don't visit my blog. Read my journal. It is located beside my bed. It's worse than my crapping-my-pants story. It's embarrassing. I've never let a soul read my journal. And I never plan to. Some nights when I'm feeling bored, I pull out my old journal and read the stupid things that used to go through my head.

9. I think a lot about the jerk-ish things people have said to me. And it makes me regret the jerk-ish things I've said to other people.

10. Boys have lost the whole "gentlemen" thing and I hate that. You don't have to open the door for me constantly, but don't wait for me to open the door for you. Be a gentleman.

Sunday, September 18, 2011

dear harvey...

To Harvey:

I miss you.

I miss having you around, and you being a main part of my life.

You don't know how much I miss you. Really, you don't even know who I am. You don't know that your parents love you, nor do you understand the concept of love. You don't know that I'm your aunt, or what an aunt is. You don't remember my voice. You don't know that I put your pacifier in your mouth at least 500 times in your first month of life outside of the womb. You don't know that I was in the process of perfecting a diaper-change (with tips from your Dad) right when you went back to the land of your birth. You don't know that you're quite possibly the cutest child alive. You don't know that I flew to the other side of the world, just for you.

And you don't know how much I love you.

But I know.

I take it back. I don't know how much I love you. It's too much for my brain to handle. But what I do know is that I love you more than you'll ever imagine, no matter how strange-looking you turn out, or what you choose to believe, or what brand of apple juice ends up being your favorite. I loved you May 20th, I love you today, and I'll love you forever. And if you hate me, you're stuck with me.

Yesterday your Uncle Joe recorded a song for you. If you haven't listened to it, urge your parents to show it to you. You won't regret it. He's a wise boy and you've got much to learn from him, along with the rest of your uncles. If you turn out anything like your Daddy, your uncles, or your Papa, you've done exceptionally well.

Before I go, I just want to say thanks. Thanks for making Summer of 2011 the best summer yet. Thanks for teaching me how to take care of a newborn. Thanks for helping me look forward to being a mom even more. Thanks for crying loud enough when you were born so that I could hear you from the waiting room. And thanks for being the little brother I always wanted, but never had.

I love you. I miss you. And I'm praying for you.

Anna Ayi

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

pinterest, monsters, and sporcle.

You know those nights where you need to go to sleep but you don't want to so you just fumble around on the internet looking for something to keep you occupied? Yeah I didn't think you did. Because most of us are sane and when it's time to sleep, we sleep. But for some reason I can never bring myself to go to sleep before 11;30ish...unless I'm just super tired. So when it was only 8 o'clock and I didn't know how I would make it to 11:30ish without exhausting all of my creative abilities of looking up things on the internet, I decided to watch the Princess Diaries. It was a good decision. I just love Anne Hathaway.

I also decided to conquer one of the things on my "i WILL make these one day" Pinterest board. I made the monster bookmarks. That was also a good decision. These are super easy and so cool. And much better than just finding some random gum wrapper on the floor to use as a bookmark.

After I watched the movie and made the bookmarks, I resorted to the internet to give me something to do. I read up on the Twitter home page. I read the entire Facebook news feed, possibly more than once. I Facebook stalked random people that I hardly know. I looked at everyone's latest pins. I pinned everyone's latest pins. I tried to find things on blogs to pin. I checked tomorrow's weather forecast. I entered in a giveaway for a free iPad on the Pioneer Woman's blog.

And checked my Facebook in between each of the aforementioned activities.

The only thing I didn't do on the internet that would've been a good time-user was Sporcle quizzes. If you've never heard of Sporcle, go look it up now. There's all sorts of quizzes about history, geography, sports, word ladders, etc. etc. While in Beijing this is how I spent quite a few hours during our long wait for Harvey. They're very entertaining...and sort of educational.

So here I am, with nothing left on the internet to do. So I thought I'd blog. Which was probably a bad idea. If you're blogging because you're so bored and there's absolutely nothing left on the computer to do that you haven't already done, it's probably going to be a bad blog post. And for that, I apologize.

One thing that I thought you should all be aware of, is that Pinterest is my new obsession. I'd heard of it and looked at it and thought it was cool to look at other people's (particularly the Young House Love lady cause she's gotta be the craftiest lady in the world), but never really thought I'd get into it. And then Ashley blogged about it. So I looked at all of her boards and every single pin. I came across one pin and thought to myself, "I have to repin this!!!" So I got a Pinterest acount...just so I could pin that one pin. And now I pin like crazy. Literally. After having a Pinterest account for like...3 hours I already had over 100 pins. It's not ok. I'm addicted. But, it's a really cool thing and you should all do it. After all, without Pinterest, I would never have made those awesome bookmarks. And I pretty much have my entire wedding planned out in pins.

Ok I'm going to go read my Bible now. That would have been a very good use of my time for the last 3 and a half hours. Much better than making bookmarks and pinning cool pillow tutorials.

Oh and one more g of a sister-in-law wrote a blog post that everyone should read. It's called" a Case of the Somedays." And here's the link: A Case of the Somedays.

Monday, September 5, 2011

tweet tweet. the idol of approval. and rompers.


Twitter has become an incredibly popular social-networking site. I used to hate it. Now I love it. I never thought I'd get into it. I'm way into it. I never really cared about this tweeting thing I heard of. Now I tweet every day.

For those who are unfamiliar with Twitter (i.e. those over the age of 60), I will explain it for you. First of all, I'm going to assume you all pretty much get the gist of Facebook. So Twitter is like Facebook, in that you can post pictures, and "statuses" and things of the sort. But the main difference in Twitter is that no one can comment on the said "statuses" and such. The good thing about this is that people like Justin Bieber don't have to deal with 2 million little girls commenting on each post. This way, all of the little girls can still see what he's doing, and fall in love with him all over again, but they can't comment.

So that's pretty much the basics of Twitter.

For some reason I have become a fan of it. I've been wondering why. Maybe it's just that it's the cool thing to do these days, and, being the cool person I am, I figured I'd do it too. Or maybe because I waste too much time on the internet, so hey, why not add another thing to my list of internet-time-wasters? Or maybe it's because I always wanted to #hashtag and everyone knows it's lame to hashtag on Facebook. Or maybe it's because I wanted to follow Justin Bieber along with the rest of the Biebs-obsessed world.

But I believe I've come to a conclusion. Before I pronounce my conclusion, though, you need to know about a problem I have. This problem is approval. My flesh desires approval by others. By friends, familiy, strangers, anyone. The reason I'm ok with telling the world about this problem is because I know I'm not the only one who has this problem.

Why do you buy expensive clothes? Why do you try to look cute every day? Why do you put on makeup? Why do you search magazines for the new style? Why do you exercise? Why do you do your best to be good at sports?

I don't know about you, but when I do these things I'm not thinking Oh, God would be so happy with me right now...He must be so proud that His child looks gorgeous today. I bet He'd just love this dress. Now, He must have been so impressed when He saw me score that goal today. We just don't go throughout our day trying to look good in front of God. Why not? I don't know. I don't think He really cares too much which color shirt I buy. He cares more about the homeless man on the side of the street that I did my best to ignore. I don't think He really cares too much about which jeans I wear. He cares more about the girls I talk junk about. I don't think He really cares too much about how straight my teeth are. He cares more about how much I smile because of the joy in my heart.

So, what in the world could this possibly have to do with Twitter? On Facebook, you can seek approval from others all you want. On Twitter, no one can comment, no one can "like", it's just you posting and others reading. You don't know what they're thinking.

So my conclusion is that this is why I like Twitter. I don't have to worry about approval. While I was in China, I was hanging out with the girls and we listened to a sermon about idols in our lives. One of the idols it talked about was the idol of approval. I've thought about it ever since. I know I struggle with it. Maybe you do too. I'm no expert on the subject, but I just thought someone else might care to hear my thoughts. If you didn't...well, ignore this post.

But I'm not so sure about Google+. I haven't quite gotten into that yet. But I have no doubt that I will. Sort of like Toms. I used to hate them. I haven't gotten into rompers yet, though...I just can't handle them. I'd rather wear a dress. Or shorts and a shirt. I just find them awkward. But no offense to you romper-lovers out there.


Saturday, September 3, 2011

i miss you. and you. and you and you and you.

Tonight I miss China. I miss Josh. I miss Danielle. I miss Harvey.

I miss Ryan, Lyndsay, Grace, Lindsey, Daniel, and Harrison.

I miss Mi Gue You, Xiao Yan, and Ma Lao Shi.

I miss Chinese food and the diarrhea it gave me.

I miss walking to the market, riding in taxis, and going to the girls' house to watch movies.

I miss changing diapers, folding laundry, and washing dishes.

I miss being called wai guo ren and watching women dance in the park.

I miss our inside jokes, our after-dinner walks around the lake, and running around the house searching for the gas drops.

I miss trying to (and being able to) pick up words here and there in a Chinese conversation.

I miss being around people who understood when I laughed at the thought of "I will read my Bible every day," CD players, and "I've got a brand new pair of roller skates."

In short, I miss my life from April 23rd through June 30th. And (almost) everything that went on between those two dates.

Do I love my life now? Absolutely. Am I happy to be home with my family and friends? You bet. Do I miss China frequently? Every day. Do I have breakdowns every once in a while because I miss Harvey? Certainly. Was the trip worth my current sadness? It was worth every single tear. Would I take back any of the memories? Not a chance.