Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Isn’t the Advent season a blur?! Wait, its only September, almost October, and the last time I checked Advent wasn’t until the few weeks leading up to my favorite time of year, Christmas. So, I ask you this, what on earth am I doing talking about Advent NOW? Well, there has been a tradition in my family for years, on October 24th, my mother’s birthday, it was always a rule that the Christmas records came out of the closet, and sweet songs began to fill the air. Now, imagine if you would being 10 years old, out trick-or-treating, and stopping by my house to grab a quick treat, a warm place to sit, and often, a look into my mothers very WEIRD tradition. There on the table sat the pumpkins, and the candy, nothing out of the ordinary. But, instead of the "goulish" sounds of clanking chains and haunting ghosts, you hear the Muppets Twelve days of Christmas" playing in the background. It happened EVERY YEAR! Just when I thought I could sneak out of the house with out my friends having to bear witness to the horror that was MY Halloween, there she was. My mother, dressed in a Santa hat, peaking around the corner to chime in with a festive "Five Golden Rings.. BA DUM BUM BUM! (It was really more devastating then it sounds.) There was a hidden joy behind it though, in my house the Christmas season wasn’t something we shared one day a year, it was a time of year where we stopped to reflect over the joys of Christmas, the sprit of advent, the great coming of our Lord Jesus. So I say this to you now, as I shed light on the point of my story. Christmas is coming, it’s a time I think we all need to slow down and take a little more time to prepare for.
In the third Chapter of Luke it says.4As is written in the book of the words of Isaiah the prophet: "A voice of one calling in the desert, 'Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight paths for him.
We should all be doing this NOW, not just because the season nears. The path of the Lord should be with in our own hearts each day. As we, the Choir, rehearse each Wednesday at 7:30, we hope to make straight the way of the Lord our God through song. We invite you, the congregation, to join us each Wednesday for rehearsal, if you are not so inclined, we invite you to not only hear our message in song, but listen to it, absorb yourself in it. For in our words, is Gods message to each of you. Prepare your hearts for the songs of Advent, make ready your hearts for the coming of the Christ Child, and make ready your ears for the message of the Gospel in song. I invite you, the choir invites you, as we unite as one church family, prepare the way of the Lord to come in to your hearts this season.
I wish you all the "Merriest" of days ahead.
Yours in the Songs of Christ,
Lynn Hase
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In the third Chapter of Luke it says.4As is written in the book of the words of Isaiah the prophet: "A voice of one calling in the desert, 'Prepare the way for the Lord, make straight paths for him.
We should all be doing this NOW, not just because the season nears. The path of the Lord should be with in our own hearts each day. As we, the Choir, rehearse each Wednesday at 7:30, we hope to make straight the way of the Lord our God through song. We invite you, the congregation, to join us each Wednesday for rehearsal, if you are not so inclined, we invite you to not only hear our message in song, but listen to it, absorb yourself in it. For in our words, is Gods message to each of you. Prepare your hearts for the songs of Advent, make ready your hearts for the coming of the Christ Child, and make ready your ears for the message of the Gospel in song. I invite you, the choir invites you, as we unite as one church family, prepare the way of the Lord to come in to your hearts this season.
I wish you all the "Merriest" of days ahead.
Yours in the Songs of Christ,
Lynn Hase
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Sunday, April 18, 2004
Yeah, so its been a while since I last posted. I am FINALLY done with my fair Lady at JUCO, and maybe now I will have a little more time to concentrate on my own projects. I am still working on several Forums, both as an Admin, and as a mod. Its kind of fun, but also time consuming. It takes away time from my BLOG, but It is still vital information accesible through the world wide web. So anyway, Nikki and I are in the process of moving to a new apartment, nothing fancy, just a larger two bedroom Flat in the WIndsar Square apartment complex. Trust me, the name is MUCH fancier than the complex. Its got new appliances, carpet, and windows, and its ALL Bills paid. SO that will be nice.
Lets see, what has been going on....Nothing. I have lived, ate, slept, and breathed the Show for the last three weeks. I played Cockney 3, as well as an Ascot Proper, and a few other bit roles. It was so much fun being back on stage, it was thrilling to be able to work with people who had the same goal as me, A GREAT SHOW. e opened on Tax day, and for those of you who missed it, you missed a hell of a show. My friend Prisca played Eliza Doolittle, Cliff was Alfie Doolittle, and Justin N. was Freddie Einsford-Hill. I made many good friends while in the cast, and even had the chance to test out my Cockney acent on two guys who were actually from the common side of London. It was great. Well, I really cant think of much else to say. I am running on about three hours sleep B/c I stayed up and helped with Inman High Schools After-prom party. Mike and I built a REALLY KICK ASS Lazer tag room. We rule!.. We thats all I got.
Bye for now, keep on blogging.
LCH
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Lets see, what has been going on....Nothing. I have lived, ate, slept, and breathed the Show for the last three weeks. I played Cockney 3, as well as an Ascot Proper, and a few other bit roles. It was so much fun being back on stage, it was thrilling to be able to work with people who had the same goal as me, A GREAT SHOW. e opened on Tax day, and for those of you who missed it, you missed a hell of a show. My friend Prisca played Eliza Doolittle, Cliff was Alfie Doolittle, and Justin N. was Freddie Einsford-Hill. I made many good friends while in the cast, and even had the chance to test out my Cockney acent on two guys who were actually from the common side of London. It was great. Well, I really cant think of much else to say. I am running on about three hours sleep B/c I stayed up and helped with Inman High Schools After-prom party. Mike and I built a REALLY KICK ASS Lazer tag room. We rule!.. We thats all I got.
Bye for now, keep on blogging.
LCH
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Wednesday, March 24, 2004
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Wow, it has been almost three weeks since I last blogged.
LEt me quickly bring you up to speed.
Mike and I are currently undertaking the construction of a forum at this address.
We now have a blog that the whole KC family, as well as other invited guests, are posting to. It can be found here
Mike and I are currently working on a tech web page that we eventually transfer the first forum I listed too. It can be found under construction here
And Finally I have MY OWN WONDERFULL FORUM here
That is really all I have been doing other than school. I am working on the show "My Fair Lady" and just found out that our choriographer is none other than Leah Darby. For those of you who have NO clue who she is, she was Miss Kansas 1999. So thats kind of cool. Get to work with her and she is preaty nifty if I do say so myself. So that about it.
OH, Nikki and I are going to have the baby in Lyons Hospital, in May, and we are using the same mid-wife as before. (hopefully we wont have the same Mother-in-law problems as before) and we are having the Sonogram on Friday, so we will find out what the sex is then, and if possible I will post sonogram Pics on the forum.
That is really it for now. FOr more Lynn info, check out the forums listed above.
Have a nice day, and Ill be sure to keep this more updated in the future.
LCH
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LEt me quickly bring you up to speed.
Mike and I are currently undertaking the construction of a forum at this address.
We now have a blog that the whole KC family, as well as other invited guests, are posting to. It can be found here
Mike and I are currently working on a tech web page that we eventually transfer the first forum I listed too. It can be found under construction here
And Finally I have MY OWN WONDERFULL FORUM here
That is really all I have been doing other than school. I am working on the show "My Fair Lady" and just found out that our choriographer is none other than Leah Darby. For those of you who have NO clue who she is, she was Miss Kansas 1999. So thats kind of cool. Get to work with her and she is preaty nifty if I do say so myself. So that about it.
OH, Nikki and I are going to have the baby in Lyons Hospital, in May, and we are using the same mid-wife as before. (hopefully we wont have the same Mother-in-law problems as before) and we are having the Sonogram on Friday, so we will find out what the sex is then, and if possible I will post sonogram Pics on the forum.
That is really it for now. FOr more Lynn info, check out the forums listed above.
Have a nice day, and Ill be sure to keep this more updated in the future.
LCH
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Sunday, February 29, 2004
Basicly the last point I was trying to make is this. I feel alone in this town. I realy have no one person in my corner outside of my house. I have mike and Milly, they are there for Nikki and my self, and I have Cliff, but he to will soon be gone. Donkey is in Lawrence, the KC fam is in KC, and the few friends Nikki and I had here are gone. Stabbed us in the back. Nikki and I both feel so alone here. I try and I try to do what is right for my family.
Another thing that weighs heavily on my heart is my KC family. I know that EVERY ONE of them means well, I TRULY KNOW THAT. But have you ever noticed that when a person starts a sentance with "Now I PROMISE I am not saying this as a lecture, or to chew your ass..." You still feel like you are going to sit sideways in your chair b/c part of your ass is gone. I feel that way EVERY time I talk to people up home, SAVE ONE CONVERSATION that I had the other night on the phone with Dan. I have not felt so good after a phone call in a long time. Dan is truly one of the few people I trust these days, and I was THRILLED to waste an hour of cleaning tables, and scrubbing coffee pots to talk to Dan and Kris. That was the first time in a long time I felt "Talked with" rather than talked TO. I just want people to realize, LECTURES ARE WEARING THIN.
I do not need lectured on every aspect of my life, and for those of you sitting there reading this thinking it is jut coming from KC, WRONG! Nikki and I do not need to be told how to raise our son by our friends WHO DONT HAVE KIDS! We do not need to be told how to eat by py our friend WHO SKIP MEALS AND DO PALATIES TO TRY AND LOOK LIKE SKELOTANS. I do not need to be lectured on how to spend my money by people who are trying to find get rich schemes like donating plasma or selling clothes! I am TIRED OF LECTURES, I WANT TO HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH A REAL PERSON WHO IS ON THE SAME PAGE AS ME! DAMNIT I AM SO FRUSTRATED RIGHT NOW!
On a side note,
I love my donkey, I do, she is the greatest thing to me since sliced bread. I think my world would end if I lost my donkey for one second! She is great, and I hope she knows how much I love her.
That is all I got for now, sorry to those of you who liked the blog as a light hearted window to my world, seems lately to be a dark catacomb in my soul.
But keep reading, it will only get better!
Lynn
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Another thing that weighs heavily on my heart is my KC family. I know that EVERY ONE of them means well, I TRULY KNOW THAT. But have you ever noticed that when a person starts a sentance with "Now I PROMISE I am not saying this as a lecture, or to chew your ass..." You still feel like you are going to sit sideways in your chair b/c part of your ass is gone. I feel that way EVERY time I talk to people up home, SAVE ONE CONVERSATION that I had the other night on the phone with Dan. I have not felt so good after a phone call in a long time. Dan is truly one of the few people I trust these days, and I was THRILLED to waste an hour of cleaning tables, and scrubbing coffee pots to talk to Dan and Kris. That was the first time in a long time I felt "Talked with" rather than talked TO. I just want people to realize, LECTURES ARE WEARING THIN.
I do not need lectured on every aspect of my life, and for those of you sitting there reading this thinking it is jut coming from KC, WRONG! Nikki and I do not need to be told how to raise our son by our friends WHO DONT HAVE KIDS! We do not need to be told how to eat by py our friend WHO SKIP MEALS AND DO PALATIES TO TRY AND LOOK LIKE SKELOTANS. I do not need to be lectured on how to spend my money by people who are trying to find get rich schemes like donating plasma or selling clothes! I am TIRED OF LECTURES, I WANT TO HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH A REAL PERSON WHO IS ON THE SAME PAGE AS ME! DAMNIT I AM SO FRUSTRATED RIGHT NOW!
On a side note,
I love my donkey, I do, she is the greatest thing to me since sliced bread. I think my world would end if I lost my donkey for one second! She is great, and I hope she knows how much I love her.
That is all I got for now, sorry to those of you who liked the blog as a light hearted window to my world, seems lately to be a dark catacomb in my soul.
But keep reading, it will only get better!
Lynn
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Tuesday, February 24, 2004
I tell you all this, if anyone out there can read the post below, and actually get the point I am trying to make, and/ or understand what I am feeling these days, then by all means, I welcome you to comment on it, and offer advice. However, several people close to me have failed to hit the nail on the head, and if they have understood what I was trying to say, they pretty much decided to kick me while I was down with both Harsh tone, harsh words, and/ or SMART ASS REMARKS ENDING IN YAY! SO I am done for a while. Done posting, done commenting, DEFINITELY done defending my posts, and just plain done.
yes, I am feeling a little betrayed right now, yes I may be over reacting, yes I may be being childish, but it, I get the impression, is all I know how to do these days. The events that have unfolded and transcribed in t he last 36-48 hours have seriously caused me to do some soul searching and deep looking into myself. I don't like the person I am , the person I was, or the person I have become. I am stuck, fucked, and that is really all there is to it. I don't really know where to go from here, and I certainly cant try and find my way back, b/c reverse would be stupid, redundant, and probably cost me more pain than I am worth. Please do not expect a explanation, I have explained enough, or tried, and I was persecuted for it b/c people decided to read to much in to what I was trying to say, and the point escaped them entirely.
That is all, for now.
-LCH
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yes, I am feeling a little betrayed right now, yes I may be over reacting, yes I may be being childish, but it, I get the impression, is all I know how to do these days. The events that have unfolded and transcribed in t he last 36-48 hours have seriously caused me to do some soul searching and deep looking into myself. I don't like the person I am , the person I was, or the person I have become. I am stuck, fucked, and that is really all there is to it. I don't really know where to go from here, and I certainly cant try and find my way back, b/c reverse would be stupid, redundant, and probably cost me more pain than I am worth. Please do not expect a explanation, I have explained enough, or tried, and I was persecuted for it b/c people decided to read to much in to what I was trying to say, and the point escaped them entirely.
That is all, for now.
-LCH
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Sunday, February 22, 2004
I have been doing a lot of soul searching lately. There is a lot of people in my life that I have lost contact with along the way of my travels through lifes winding roads. I am missing some of those people right now. I had many friends in HS that I have sort of lost touch with.
My boy Scott DeWitt for example. Scott was there for me through thick and thin after my dad died, and the summer before. I had lived with my brother, and I hated to sleep in that dark, stuffy, HOTT, basement. Scott would sneak over in the middle of the night and we woudl go to hutch, or to Mac, or just go swim in his pool out at the farm. He and I had mor long talks under the moon that summer, about girls, who we liked, who we didnt, fears of senior year, fears about college, just the basics. Then Scott met Marry, she hated me (she hated all Scotts friends, we all had a pact, since 6th grade, "Bros before Hos" Well, Scott didnt hold up to his end of the deal. Mary ran us all off, and we havent spoken in a year. I miss Scott, I wish he was here to hang with me tonight. But Marry and him broke up last week, and he called me last night, he wants to Play on my S-ball team this summer, so things may be changing.
Then there is Deborah. She was practicly my best friend in Choir, and since choir was my life, she was my second half that made life fun. She and I were two years apart, but she was my dance partner for Junior and Senior year, and she was the best listener I have ever met ( save a few) When I graduated, Deborah used to come to hutch, or into AMpride to see me, we always loved to see each other, and when ever we did, I could always rely on our secret greeting to one-another. Deborah would "Ni" me from across any crouded room, or even across the Gym after a ball game to get my attention. (NI like from MOnty Python) We were so good togeather, we told each other EVERYTHING. When I was a sophmore at Juco, well Summer after, Deborah told me she was pregnant with a guy who was supposed to have been a reound. But she married him. Sh eis misreable, lives in wichita, and we hardly ever see each other. Jessy (her Hubby) even had the balls to UN invite me, and about ten other guys from her wedding b/c we had once meant something to his future bride ad had been more than just friends. Hes an ass hole, and b/c of him, NO DEBORAH FOR ME! I miss her like crazy, and long to see her if only for a few brief moments.
There are more that I dont have time to list, but lets just say, if you are reading this, and we were ever close, and have drifted apart, lets do what we can to get back what we had. With out friends, life (even married happy life) can get preaty boring.
Kristy was a friend, IS a friend, like none I have ever had. Kristy saw in me something no one else did, Faith. Faith in me, faith in her, faith in God. She encouraged that faith that she saw, that is what makes her unique in my friends. True, none of my friends, not on single one, has ever questioned or tried to persecute me for my faith, but Kristy, and Kristy alone, helped me to discover a new found level. I had my entire world rocked when my father passed so suddenly, I also lost most of my faith. It was the second time such actions had transpired while I was in High School. When my best friend Lindsay was killed in a car wreck, I lost all sence of myself, of who I was, and who I had wanted to be. My faith in God was gone, too many questions blocked my purpose in life from becoming clear. I found the church again, through friends, mostyl through my youth pastor Steve. I was in a good way, then dad died. I lost everything I had worked for. I threw it away, I could not stand to trust a God who could do this to me and my family. Kristy saw my struggle with my faith, she saw it when I was at my last concert of the year, broken into sobbing tears b/c I was so angry that my father could not be there. I cursed God for his trials he was presenting me with, I did not think I had the strenght to go on with out my father. I made a promise to myself that night, while dressing for the show, that this night would be my last, that I was going to sing myself home. I was not going to graduate b/c I could not bare to go through the ceremony with out my dad. However, before the final number, I walked out into the hallway, I lost it, I did not want to finish the show b/c of what I had promised to do afterward. Kristy and Deborah came out and talked me down, the calmed my fears, and Kristy prayed with me, it was the longest three minutes of my life, but for the first time since dads death only a few months prior, I decided God could hear me. I never told anyone else about my promise that night, not even Kristy, there was no need, I had begun my walk towards restoring my faith.
**** Skip ahead a few years to the fall of 2002.
Nikki and I were planning a wedding, and our son had just been born, we met a very sweet girl, through choir, by the name of Prisca. Well, I had met her in speech, and Nikki in theroy, and somehow, we had both become friends with her on our own levels. I knew with in the first few minutes of speaking with her, that she was a good christian, and some one I wanted to associate my self with. Nikki asked her a few months later to be her Maid of Honor in our wedding. Hence, a Stong Bond was formed with her, and us, as man and wife, as well as being friends with us both individually and being a shining star in our sons world. Prisca would tell us about the biblical way she leads her life, and I would respect her more as each day went on. Then, just a few months ago, and after a rocky breakup from a realationship with my best friend Bill, things between Prisca and I changed. My faith had been rocky at best for several months, I had lost guidance in church, and was beginning to feel alone in my home town, and cut off from friends and family. Then the unthinkable happened. Prisca, along with another dear friend Emily, betrayed our trust as friends and went behind our backs, making false accusations, and alomst costing Nikki and I our family. My world was shattered, Nikki's almost destroyed. We were issolated, cut off entirely from friends, and most importanty from the few "christian" friends we had left. My faith has since been in sharded peices laying on an empty frame. I have no strenght and no pillar to lean on any longer. I have never lived by total christian standards, but my faith was strong, and it was keeping me sain, and helping me to know that the trials my family are facing will all be handled in the hands of God. I believe that, I believe he will provide what I need. But now he seems to have taken more than I can get back, My friendships shattered across the board, my faith left in ruins, my family hours away, and the few people i trust with my faith and to help me through all this, gone away to persue their lives. I am alone right now, I only wish I knew for how long, and weather or not anyone bothers to realize it.
Lynn
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My boy Scott DeWitt for example. Scott was there for me through thick and thin after my dad died, and the summer before. I had lived with my brother, and I hated to sleep in that dark, stuffy, HOTT, basement. Scott would sneak over in the middle of the night and we woudl go to hutch, or to Mac, or just go swim in his pool out at the farm. He and I had mor long talks under the moon that summer, about girls, who we liked, who we didnt, fears of senior year, fears about college, just the basics. Then Scott met Marry, she hated me (she hated all Scotts friends, we all had a pact, since 6th grade, "Bros before Hos" Well, Scott didnt hold up to his end of the deal. Mary ran us all off, and we havent spoken in a year. I miss Scott, I wish he was here to hang with me tonight. But Marry and him broke up last week, and he called me last night, he wants to Play on my S-ball team this summer, so things may be changing.
Then there is Deborah. She was practicly my best friend in Choir, and since choir was my life, she was my second half that made life fun. She and I were two years apart, but she was my dance partner for Junior and Senior year, and she was the best listener I have ever met ( save a few) When I graduated, Deborah used to come to hutch, or into AMpride to see me, we always loved to see each other, and when ever we did, I could always rely on our secret greeting to one-another. Deborah would "Ni" me from across any crouded room, or even across the Gym after a ball game to get my attention. (NI like from MOnty Python) We were so good togeather, we told each other EVERYTHING. When I was a sophmore at Juco, well Summer after, Deborah told me she was pregnant with a guy who was supposed to have been a reound. But she married him. Sh eis misreable, lives in wichita, and we hardly ever see each other. Jessy (her Hubby) even had the balls to UN invite me, and about ten other guys from her wedding b/c we had once meant something to his future bride ad had been more than just friends. Hes an ass hole, and b/c of him, NO DEBORAH FOR ME! I miss her like crazy, and long to see her if only for a few brief moments.
There are more that I dont have time to list, but lets just say, if you are reading this, and we were ever close, and have drifted apart, lets do what we can to get back what we had. With out friends, life (even married happy life) can get preaty boring.
Kristy was a friend, IS a friend, like none I have ever had. Kristy saw in me something no one else did, Faith. Faith in me, faith in her, faith in God. She encouraged that faith that she saw, that is what makes her unique in my friends. True, none of my friends, not on single one, has ever questioned or tried to persecute me for my faith, but Kristy, and Kristy alone, helped me to discover a new found level. I had my entire world rocked when my father passed so suddenly, I also lost most of my faith. It was the second time such actions had transpired while I was in High School. When my best friend Lindsay was killed in a car wreck, I lost all sence of myself, of who I was, and who I had wanted to be. My faith in God was gone, too many questions blocked my purpose in life from becoming clear. I found the church again, through friends, mostyl through my youth pastor Steve. I was in a good way, then dad died. I lost everything I had worked for. I threw it away, I could not stand to trust a God who could do this to me and my family. Kristy saw my struggle with my faith, she saw it when I was at my last concert of the year, broken into sobbing tears b/c I was so angry that my father could not be there. I cursed God for his trials he was presenting me with, I did not think I had the strenght to go on with out my father. I made a promise to myself that night, while dressing for the show, that this night would be my last, that I was going to sing myself home. I was not going to graduate b/c I could not bare to go through the ceremony with out my dad. However, before the final number, I walked out into the hallway, I lost it, I did not want to finish the show b/c of what I had promised to do afterward. Kristy and Deborah came out and talked me down, the calmed my fears, and Kristy prayed with me, it was the longest three minutes of my life, but for the first time since dads death only a few months prior, I decided God could hear me. I never told anyone else about my promise that night, not even Kristy, there was no need, I had begun my walk towards restoring my faith.
**** Skip ahead a few years to the fall of 2002.
Nikki and I were planning a wedding, and our son had just been born, we met a very sweet girl, through choir, by the name of Prisca. Well, I had met her in speech, and Nikki in theroy, and somehow, we had both become friends with her on our own levels. I knew with in the first few minutes of speaking with her, that she was a good christian, and some one I wanted to associate my self with. Nikki asked her a few months later to be her Maid of Honor in our wedding. Hence, a Stong Bond was formed with her, and us, as man and wife, as well as being friends with us both individually and being a shining star in our sons world. Prisca would tell us about the biblical way she leads her life, and I would respect her more as each day went on. Then, just a few months ago, and after a rocky breakup from a realationship with my best friend Bill, things between Prisca and I changed. My faith had been rocky at best for several months, I had lost guidance in church, and was beginning to feel alone in my home town, and cut off from friends and family. Then the unthinkable happened. Prisca, along with another dear friend Emily, betrayed our trust as friends and went behind our backs, making false accusations, and alomst costing Nikki and I our family. My world was shattered, Nikki's almost destroyed. We were issolated, cut off entirely from friends, and most importanty from the few "christian" friends we had left. My faith has since been in sharded peices laying on an empty frame. I have no strenght and no pillar to lean on any longer. I have never lived by total christian standards, but my faith was strong, and it was keeping me sain, and helping me to know that the trials my family are facing will all be handled in the hands of God. I believe that, I believe he will provide what I need. But now he seems to have taken more than I can get back, My friendships shattered across the board, my faith left in ruins, my family hours away, and the few people i trust with my faith and to help me through all this, gone away to persue their lives. I am alone right now, I only wish I knew for how long, and weather or not anyone bothers to realize it.
Lynn
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