I found this list and think it reveals just some of the odd things TCKs deal with. It's amazing because it mirrors my life so well...especially the last one! :)
*You know you're a TCK when:
-"Where are you from?" has more than one reasonable answer
-You flew before you could walk
-You had a passport years before your driver's license.
-You have frequent flyer accounts on multiple airlines.
-You constantly want to and do use said frequent flyer accounts to travel to new places.
-You know how to pack.
-You own personal appliances with 3 types of plugs, know the difference between 110 and 220 volts and realize that a transformer isn't always enough to make your appliances work.
-You fried a number of appliances during the learning process.
-You speak with authority on the quality of airline travel.
-You go into culture shock upon returning to your "home" country
-You get confused because US money isn't colour-coded.
-You feel odd being in the ethnic majority
-You wince when people mispronounce foreign words
-You sort your friends by continent
-Someone brings up the name of a team, and you get the sport wrong.
-You don't know where home is
-You realize it really is a small world, after all.
-You know the geography of the rest of the world, but you don't know the geography of your own country.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Emerald Bowl
So the Emerald Bowl was hilarious. First of all, I didn't even know such a bowl existed! But hey, it was a surprise my Seminoles made it to a bowl game...after such a horrible season. Secondly, I didn't know there were bowl games in December...again because the Seminoles usually get into a bowl game that is played in January, I guess you learn a lot when your season sucks. Thirdly...the sponsors of this bowl are just plain genius. I don't think I've laughed so hard during commercial breaks and actually looked forward to seeing commercials so much in my life. I found a snippet of an article about it and they described it so well I thought I'd quote part of it:
Yes, it is completely ridiculous...but then again I think random things are hilarious! Like the Superbowl commercial for Tabasco sauce...there's a guy who's eating his pizza and you'll have to click the link to see what happens!
Anyways here are the four Emerald Nut commercial tag lines I saw while watching the Seminoles win the game. :)
Envious Nomads love Emerald Nuts! <--my absolute favorite one! Extreme Nurses
Electromagnetic Navigator
Entangled Nine-year-olds
I went on a hunt to try and find clips of these commercials, but alas I didn't find them. However, I did find other ones...
Official Website: (click "tv ads" at the top of the page, then click "hi" or "lo" connection speed)
Eccentric Matadors Exercising Religiously And Littering Do Not Use The Steamroller
Engrossed Manicurists Eventually Relay Advice Like Do Not Untie That String
Superbowl 2006:
Eagle-eyed Machete Enthusiasts Recognize A Little Druid Networking Under The Stairs
Superbowl 2005:
Umm...that's not true Jim. <--My siblings and I laughed so hard at this one and replayed it many times...we all decided the girl in this one is just plain strange and slightly creepy...but so much fun to imitate!
If you haven't caught the ads, they're as simple as they are absurd. In one, a chubby North European stands by a giant target as someone shoots arrows around the bull's-eye. The European coaches the archer, who is off-camera. Even when an arrow hits the dude in the leg, he remains cheerful. Then the tag line goes: "E. N. Encouraging Norwegians love Emerald Nuts."
Yes, it is completely ridiculous...but then again I think random things are hilarious! Like the Superbowl commercial for Tabasco sauce...there's a guy who's eating his pizza and you'll have to click the link to see what happens!
Anyways here are the four Emerald Nut commercial tag lines I saw while watching the Seminoles win the game. :)
Envious Nomads love Emerald Nuts! <--my absolute favorite one! Extreme Nurses
Electromagnetic Navigator
Entangled Nine-year-olds
I went on a hunt to try and find clips of these commercials, but alas I didn't find them. However, I did find other ones...
Official Website: (click "tv ads" at the top of the page, then click "hi" or "lo" connection speed)
Eccentric Matadors Exercising Religiously And Littering Do Not Use The Steamroller
Engrossed Manicurists Eventually Relay Advice Like Do Not Untie That String
Superbowl 2006:
Eagle-eyed Machete Enthusiasts Recognize A Little Druid Networking Under The Stairs
Superbowl 2005:
Umm...that's not true Jim. <--My siblings and I laughed so hard at this one and replayed it many times...we all decided the girl in this one is just plain strange and slightly creepy...but so much fun to imitate!
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
keeping the right perspective on $$
I read this article today and I was reminded of the value of keeping the right perspective on the link between money and our responsibility to the Lord. It is all His, I am merely a steward not an owner. If I can continually view my possessions as His, then it will be easy to give them up when He asks, and trust Him, for He is much more creative than I am at providing for His children's needs. :)
Spending God's Money
by Heather Koerner
I certainly didn't wake up on that Sunday about five weeks ago expecting God to teach me a major life lesson. Expect to learn? Yes. To worship? Of course. To get a serious attitude adjustment? Decidedly not.
It had started off just like most Sunday mornings. After the opening worship songs, I had scurried from the choir loft into our family's usual pew. Bible out, pen clicked, ready to go. Today's text was Acts 2, our pastor informed us. My brain whirred. I know that passage. Acts 2.... Got it. Pentecost. Holy Spirit. Tongues of fire.
"Verses 42 to 47," he continued. Okay, wait, that's definitely after the tongues of fire. I skimmed down the chapter and read it with him. "They devoted themselves to the apostles' teaching and to the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer," he read. Oh yeah, I thought. The early church passage. He continued on....
"Everyone was filled with awe, and many wonders and miraculous signs were done by the apostles. All the believers were together and had everything in common. Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had need...." The pastor continued on, but I didn't. I was transfixed. Like it was marked with a holy highlighter, that one particular verse — which I must have heard a hundred times in my church career — was screaming out at me:
"All the believers were together and had everything in common. Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had need."
I kept reading it over and over. And then, I swear this happened though I'm not proud of it, a smirk crept across my face and I gave a discreet little laugh. "They had everything in common?" I thought. "Well, that's nice for them, but that would never work nowadays. I can't see Christian communal living working — even here in the Bible Belt."
"And selling their possessions and goods to give to anyone as he has need?" I continued. "Wow! That's awesome, but if the church can't even get a handle on tithing, I doubt that most people would actually sell their stuff." Another discreet little laugh.
That's when the Holy Spirit stepped in. It must have taken tremendous patience for Him not to want to just pop that smirk right off my face. But, as ever, He was patient. The conversation was not exactly chronological, but here's the gist:
You know, Heather, that group's use of their money is just as precious to me as their commitment to the apostles' teaching and to prayer.
Ouch, busted! I sat up a little straighter and tried to fly right. "Yes, Lord. Absolutely. I'm sorry about that." I managed, rather weakly. "I certainly didn't mean that it couldn't happen. Just that I don't see much of it around me."
And what about you?
"About me, Lord?"
That's what I said.
"Oh ... well ... um. You know I'll give whatever you want me to, Lord. If you really wanted me to sell my possessions, well...."
And that's when it hit me. One can tithe. And one can give offerings. But one can still be — or rather ... I can still be clinging to my possessions as if they are really my own. I know what being a steward is. But, sitting there, I realized I had restricted myself to a narrow practice of the concept — that, as a steward, I should be "wise" with my money. You know, not spend it foolishly. Spend it where God wants. All my life I've heard the saying, "God doesn't just own 10 percent of your finances, He owns it all." I knew that. But did I practice it? Would a steward even flinch if the landowner told him to sell a field? I doubt it. It's not the steward's field, why should he care? He'd just go do it. Yet, here I was, flinching just at the idea of having to sell something of value to me.
In the past, I've given out of my excess. "Sorry, God, but the bills are really piling up this month — I only have this amount left over to give to you." I understood the responsibility to give, but didn't really understand that it was the Lord who had control over my finances, not me.
Later, I gave without regard to excess. "Here, God. You're first. No matter what else happens this month, you will not be the one shortchanged." I started to understand the privilege to give and also that getting my financial priorities straight was a major prerequisite for spiritual maturity.
Now, I'm starting to see the person that God wants — and is teaching me — to be. The person He can trust to obey. To do my duty in giving, yes. But to be willing to do so much more. To sell the field, if He commands it, without batting an eye. Have I ever actually sacrificed something that I had? Had to give up something that I enjoyed or — shall I say it — treasured? My clothing? My furniture? My car? Not simply putting off a purchase or choosing not to purchase, but giving up something that I already had?
The answer was no.
"Lord, is there something you want me to sell?" I asked quietly.
You already have, came the answer, just as quietly.
I knew immediately what He meant. I had just sold my daughter's entire wardrobe, infant to size 5, in a consignment sale and sold what was left in a garage sale. The proceeds were still sitting on my kitchen counter, ready to be taken to the bank. I had meant to use the money to replace my 10-year-old, very beat up kitchen table. So I took a deep breath. My God is a faithful God. He has given me what I could never repay. Even in this lesson, He was asking for so little. "You've got it, God."
Later, over Sunday lunch, I broke the news to my husband. "Honey, I think we're supposed to give the money from the sales to the Lord." We met eyes for a second. "Yeah, okay," he said and took another bite of potato chips. "I mean all of it," I said, not sure he had heard me right. "I think God's trying to teach me something." He gave me a little smirk. "Got it, hon. That's fine." Well, I breathed a sigh of relief, that was easy. Thanks, God.
The next Sunday, we had the check ready. "Here we go, God." My toes were tapping a little. I understood in an even deeper way the real joy there is in giving and feeling a part of God's plan. That's when the pastor made an announcement: "By the way, we will be collecting a special offering tonight for our Benevolence Fund — which gives to those in our community who have need."
My husband and I just looked at each other and smiled. Don't you just love it when God ends a lesson with an exclamation point? I don't know who is going to get that money. But God does. And they will get it, not because I am faithful, but because He is. Had I refused God's request, He would have provided through other means. Only I would have been the loser.
I'm sure this won't be my last lesson from Acts 2. But my husband and I both agree that this one has taught us a lot. As anal financial planners (yes, we do have our entire wedded life's finances on Quicken), it can be hard to let go of control and just, as my husband put it, "give that money away." But we know we can't serve both God and money, so, boy oh boy, we know which one we choose. And who knows? This holiday season, maybe you should keep your ears and your heart open. I wouldn't be surprised if God pulled an Acts 2 on you too.
Spending God's Money
by Heather Koerner
I certainly didn't wake up on that Sunday about five weeks ago expecting God to teach me a major life lesson. Expect to learn? Yes. To worship? Of course. To get a serious attitude adjustment? Decidedly not.
It had started off just like most Sunday mornings. After the opening worship songs, I had scurried from the choir loft into our family's usual pew. Bible out, pen clicked, ready to go. Today's text was Acts 2, our pastor informed us. My brain whirred. I know that passage. Acts 2.... Got it. Pentecost. Holy Spirit. Tongues of fire.
"Verses 42 to 47," he continued. Okay, wait, that's definitely after the tongues of fire. I skimmed down the chapter and read it with him. "They devoted themselves to the apostles' teaching and to the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer," he read. Oh yeah, I thought. The early church passage. He continued on....
"Everyone was filled with awe, and many wonders and miraculous signs were done by the apostles. All the believers were together and had everything in common. Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had need...." The pastor continued on, but I didn't. I was transfixed. Like it was marked with a holy highlighter, that one particular verse — which I must have heard a hundred times in my church career — was screaming out at me:
"All the believers were together and had everything in common. Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had need."
I kept reading it over and over. And then, I swear this happened though I'm not proud of it, a smirk crept across my face and I gave a discreet little laugh. "They had everything in common?" I thought. "Well, that's nice for them, but that would never work nowadays. I can't see Christian communal living working — even here in the Bible Belt."
"And selling their possessions and goods to give to anyone as he has need?" I continued. "Wow! That's awesome, but if the church can't even get a handle on tithing, I doubt that most people would actually sell their stuff." Another discreet little laugh.
That's when the Holy Spirit stepped in. It must have taken tremendous patience for Him not to want to just pop that smirk right off my face. But, as ever, He was patient. The conversation was not exactly chronological, but here's the gist:
You know, Heather, that group's use of their money is just as precious to me as their commitment to the apostles' teaching and to prayer.
Ouch, busted! I sat up a little straighter and tried to fly right. "Yes, Lord. Absolutely. I'm sorry about that." I managed, rather weakly. "I certainly didn't mean that it couldn't happen. Just that I don't see much of it around me."
And what about you?
"About me, Lord?"
That's what I said.
"Oh ... well ... um. You know I'll give whatever you want me to, Lord. If you really wanted me to sell my possessions, well...."
And that's when it hit me. One can tithe. And one can give offerings. But one can still be — or rather ... I can still be clinging to my possessions as if they are really my own. I know what being a steward is. But, sitting there, I realized I had restricted myself to a narrow practice of the concept — that, as a steward, I should be "wise" with my money. You know, not spend it foolishly. Spend it where God wants. All my life I've heard the saying, "God doesn't just own 10 percent of your finances, He owns it all." I knew that. But did I practice it? Would a steward even flinch if the landowner told him to sell a field? I doubt it. It's not the steward's field, why should he care? He'd just go do it. Yet, here I was, flinching just at the idea of having to sell something of value to me.
In the past, I've given out of my excess. "Sorry, God, but the bills are really piling up this month — I only have this amount left over to give to you." I understood the responsibility to give, but didn't really understand that it was the Lord who had control over my finances, not me.
Later, I gave without regard to excess. "Here, God. You're first. No matter what else happens this month, you will not be the one shortchanged." I started to understand the privilege to give and also that getting my financial priorities straight was a major prerequisite for spiritual maturity.
Now, I'm starting to see the person that God wants — and is teaching me — to be. The person He can trust to obey. To do my duty in giving, yes. But to be willing to do so much more. To sell the field, if He commands it, without batting an eye. Have I ever actually sacrificed something that I had? Had to give up something that I enjoyed or — shall I say it — treasured? My clothing? My furniture? My car? Not simply putting off a purchase or choosing not to purchase, but giving up something that I already had?
The answer was no.
"Lord, is there something you want me to sell?" I asked quietly.
You already have, came the answer, just as quietly.
I knew immediately what He meant. I had just sold my daughter's entire wardrobe, infant to size 5, in a consignment sale and sold what was left in a garage sale. The proceeds were still sitting on my kitchen counter, ready to be taken to the bank. I had meant to use the money to replace my 10-year-old, very beat up kitchen table. So I took a deep breath. My God is a faithful God. He has given me what I could never repay. Even in this lesson, He was asking for so little. "You've got it, God."
Later, over Sunday lunch, I broke the news to my husband. "Honey, I think we're supposed to give the money from the sales to the Lord." We met eyes for a second. "Yeah, okay," he said and took another bite of potato chips. "I mean all of it," I said, not sure he had heard me right. "I think God's trying to teach me something." He gave me a little smirk. "Got it, hon. That's fine." Well, I breathed a sigh of relief, that was easy. Thanks, God.
The next Sunday, we had the check ready. "Here we go, God." My toes were tapping a little. I understood in an even deeper way the real joy there is in giving and feeling a part of God's plan. That's when the pastor made an announcement: "By the way, we will be collecting a special offering tonight for our Benevolence Fund — which gives to those in our community who have need."
My husband and I just looked at each other and smiled. Don't you just love it when God ends a lesson with an exclamation point? I don't know who is going to get that money. But God does. And they will get it, not because I am faithful, but because He is. Had I refused God's request, He would have provided through other means. Only I would have been the loser.
I'm sure this won't be my last lesson from Acts 2. But my husband and I both agree that this one has taught us a lot. As anal financial planners (yes, we do have our entire wedded life's finances on Quicken), it can be hard to let go of control and just, as my husband put it, "give that money away." But we know we can't serve both God and money, so, boy oh boy, we know which one we choose. And who knows? This holiday season, maybe you should keep your ears and your heart open. I wouldn't be surprised if God pulled an Acts 2 on you too.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
A Day of Thanksgiving and Praise
Proclamation of President Abraham Lincoln
The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God.
In the midst of a civil war of unequalled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theatre of military conflict; while that theatre has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union.
Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defence, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle, or the ship; the axe had enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battle-field; and the country, rejoicing in the consciousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years, with large increase of freedom.
No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy.
It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and voice by the whole American people. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to his tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquility and Union.
In testimony whereof, I have hereunto set my hand, and caused the seal of the United States to be affixed.
Done at the city of Washington, this third day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, and of the independence of the United States the eighty-eighth.
The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God.
In the midst of a civil war of unequalled magnitude and severity, which has sometimes seemed to foreign States to invite and to provoke their aggression, peace has been preserved with all nations, order has been maintained, the laws have been respected and obeyed, and harmony has prevailed everywhere except in the theatre of military conflict; while that theatre has been greatly contracted by the advancing armies and navies of the Union.
Needful diversions of wealth and of strength from the fields of peaceful industry to the national defence, have not arrested the plough, the shuttle, or the ship; the axe had enlarged the borders of our settlements, and the mines, as well of iron and coal as of the precious metals, have yielded even more abundantly than heretofore. Population has steadily increased, notwithstanding the waste that has been made in the camp, the siege and the battle-field; and the country, rejoicing in the consciousness of augmented strength and vigor, is permitted to expect continuance of years, with large increase of freedom.
No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy.
It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and voice by the whole American people. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens. And I recommend to them that while offering up the ascriptions justly due to Him for such singular deliverances and blessings, they do also, with humble penitence for our national perverseness and disobedience, commend to his tender care all those who have become widows, orphans, mourners or sufferers in the lamentable civil strife in which we are unavoidably engaged, and fervently implore the interposition of the Almighty Hand to heal the wounds of the nation and to restore it as soon as may be consistent with the Divine purposes to the full enjoyment of peace, harmony, tranquility and Union.
In testimony whereof, I have hereunto set my hand, and caused the seal of the United States to be affixed.
Done at the city of Washington, this third day of October, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three, and of the independence of the United States the eighty-eighth.