Another night of venturing out to the border and another night of absolute excitement. I spoke with two people and actually received responses to my inquiries. Amazing.
  It's one thing to hear a person's tale by reading it in a book or the newspaper, but it's a whole nother ball game when you are standing there, listening to them tell you it in their native tongue and somewhat understanding it. I'm not going to claim by any means to be fluent in Spanish but heck, I try my hardest and I think it shows.
  Octavio has crossed the border more than five times. His leg is infected because of a wound he incurred as a result of the wrong shoes and the wrong weather. He and a group of others were deported yesterday. The 43-year-old just wanted to work. "And they call me a criminal," Octavio told me. I know where he's coming from, but in the same instant I can't help but say politely, "yes, I know, but a lot of things happen when we don't obey the laws. You need a job, but it also hurts our economy. It's a difficult situation to deal with." He nodded and said something else. He wanted to speak to me in English, to put me more at ease and allow me to stop fumbling over vocabulary words I somehow lost along the way. He let me know that he had taught himself English, that it was tough to speak with people at first, but he kept on doing it. Now he speaks nearly perfect English from what I could gather, only with his native accent. He told me he's not sure when or if he'll try to cross again. If he does, it will be after he gets his wounds taken care of.
  I notice a hobble in most of the steps of these deportees. I ask one woman how long she had been out walking before she and her husband were picked up. Three days. She's only 23, but beautiful and open with me. She doesn't speak any English, so I'm on my own, hobbling along with my Spanish. But once I get over my fears, I get her to smile even though I know she's cold and tired on a night where rain cascaded from the sky in continuing sheets. I try to ask her how long she's been married to her husband, but I word the question incorrectly because her answer doesn't compute. I fumble with conjugations and other words, but I get by. I can't help but think my last semester Spanish teacher would have been shaking her head at me. Oh well, I'll learn. Shoot,  I'm learning.
  Hasta luego mis amigos.

Estoy cansada. -j.g 7/25/04
A las once y no puedo dormir,
Quiero esperar aqui y pensar de vida
Quiero mirar el mundo
Mientras todos estan dormiendo.
Quiero correr en las calles gritando
"Estoy libre."
Libre para vivir
Libre para amar
Libre para siempre.
Pero, nadie puede oirme.
Estoy en un mundo del silencio,
Caminando en el oscuro.
Esperando para la luz del dia.
Por ahora, solo voy a mirar al mundo,
Espero aqui
Sin mi amor
Sin mis amigos
Sin mi familia.
Sin embargo, tengo este tiempo.
Tengo todo del tiempo del mundo
Solo para pensar de las cosas importantes
Y esperar aqui para siempre.

mi amigo m.m-no sabes como has afectado mi vida pero estoy alegre que yo te encontre. Gracias por repartiendo las cosas de la frontera conmigo. Estaban las experiencias de mi vida. Continue buscar las repuestas de la vida y no te olvides leer el libro de Cristo por Strobel y la Biblia. Los dos tienen las repuestas de la vida y puede ayudarte durante todos de las situaciones encontrarte.

    I've been sort of working all weekend, but it hasn't felt like work. In fact, I've been working a lot lately, but that doesn't feel like work either. Is that wrong?  I mean, I guess I have this weird notion in my head that if you're doing "work" then you should be looking forward to quitting time, looking forward to getting home and away from the craziness of it all. But I don't.
 I've been going to the border and actually seeing what goes on down there. Not by myself, mind you, actually, with another reporter. His name is Michael Marizco and he's one of the Star's border reporters who knows what he's doing. I respect him a lot because he's the type of journalist who can talk to someone and call their bluff. He doesn't mess around and he knows his beat. I wish all reporters were like that and I hope to be like that someday. In some ways I'm just too trusting of people. I want to believe that a person is being honest with me. In the same respect, I'm not naive and I for the most part can tell if a person is trying to pull the wool over my eyes, but I'm still learning and growing. I have a lot of that to do still and that's something I need to continually remind myself of. I'm still growing.
  So we've been going down to the border in the evenings after work and interviewing everyone from the chief of police in Nogales, MX to deportees who have just been shuffled back over the border. And by "shuffled" I mean tossed back over the border only to go right back over a few hours later. It's like this ridiculous game of hide and seek along with some elements of capture the flag.
  Off topic, but I have to say right now that I'm looking at the most amazing sunset. I can barely see it through my 2nd story window because of a bunch of palm trees blocking my view, but the bit I can see is amazing. The sky is dark and thick with clouds, but touches the horizon just enough to leave space for some color. The lowest part of the sky is this blazing color of orange with some reds and purples jumbled together. It's even peaceful over the sounds of college kids playing volleyball in the yard just outside of my building.
  Okay, so back to Mexico. Gosh I wish I could just be there 24/7.  I don't know why, but it's just a very appealing place to me. It's so fascinating to me. So different and yet so beautiful and unique. I've felt pretty safe with the border reporter because he just knows his stuff. He knows the area, knows what places are good and bad, who to trust and where to go. It's great! Even better, I've been practicing my Spanish with him and though I forget numerous vocabulary words, he's very polite and willing to help me here and there. I finally feel like I'm here doing what I had wanted to do. But things around the paper have been insane because of all the political shake ups going on so it's been difficult to get a clear cut answer on anything.

Stolen Heart  7/25/2004--j.g

Her eyes are blinded by smoke and dirt
By profits and poverty
By hope and coke.
Yet, like a child she wanders
Searching for the answers
Learning by trial and error.
How I wish my hands could help
How I wish my lips could run more smoothly, easily
To comfort her
To guide her.
She's everything and has my heart
Stolen by large doe eyes,
Broken by feeble hungry hands
Enlightened by simplicity.
She reminds me of all that I want to be
That person who cares more deeply for another
That person who puts all other things aside
She makes me want to live
To breathe
To move
Just to be.
When I leave her
My heart calls back for its return
To feel whole and alive
Awake and wired.
Just to learn of her graces and trials
To understand why she weeps
Why everyone wants to leave her
Use her
Scorn her
Yet, die for her.
What has she to give to me?
Nothing.
Everything.
My love,
My foreign 
Mexico.

 

I'm so annoyed. I tried to get this link on my sidebar, but it's not working. Anyway, if you want to see what time it is in Ireland right now (at this time it's 5 in the morning Tuesday), check out this site.

http://www.worldtimeserver.com/?locationid=IE

It's now 7:30 p.m. and I'm sitting at work. It's not so bad though. I did a weather story, but that's about it so far. We'll see what else the night brings...
My parents came down and visited over the weekend and that was fun. We went out to lunch at the best sandwich place on the planet--Beyond Bread--and ate huge sandwiches. The Killough boys (more Luke or David actually) would love the sandwiches. Then again, I don't think I know anyone who wouldn't like the place. I've been there twice now, mostly because I'm watching my waistline and my money so I don't go out very often.
I did go out on Thursday and Friday night with some aquaintances from work. It was a good time, but I didn't feel like I completely fit in. Being engaged and then talking with a group of singles who also don't have much in common with you except for a passion to write, makes it difficult. As soon as most of them saw my ring it was like "eeeerrrrttt" (brakes). But still, some guys don't take that as a reason to back off, they see it as a challenge. So I'm not sure if I'm going to go out anymore because I don't really feel like dealing with that kind of pressure. Maybe that's not the word...I don't know what the word is it just makes things weird.
Anyway, so I've been trying to depend on God more since Obadiah's been gone because I've felt somewhat convicted about my priorities. I found a great scripture last night and I think I have it memorized. Mine is the NLT version, so let's see if I remember it...
Psalm 32:8&9 The LORD says "I will guide you along the best pathway for your life. I will advise you and watch over you. Do not be like the senseless horse or mule that needs a bridle and bit to keep it under control." I think that's how it goes for the most part. I think I messed up a word or two. Anyway, I think it's a great scripture to remember because there are so many times when we have to make decisions and we're given the option to do what God wants or what we want. He's not going to force us with bits and bridles. I think sometimes I wish he did because I feel like it would make things easier, but then we'd be robots. We wouldn't be what God intended for us to be.
Anyway, that's my thought for the day.
Toodles from Tucson!

He's been gone for about 3 1/2 days now...so we're down to about 17 1/2 until he's back home...Obadiah, that is. I'm doing fine so far, although I do have my moments when i feel a little sad. That mostly happens when my phone rings and I realize it's not him calling me. I just miss talking to him. But I'm doing okay. Just trying to keep my mind on other things though I pray for him and the group every time I think about them.
Things are getting better at the office, though I'm still not sure when I'm going to adjust to being "edited" by an editor. It's never an easy thing, especially when you're trying your hardest. I suppose I just need to keep reminding myself that everyone is edited and that no one escapes it. My editor said she's edited others much much more than me, so that made me feel better. I guess it's just hard for me to watch someone go through my work and tell me that it's not yet good enough. That my work is never "perfect." I never thought it was, but I've never had so much critiquing before so it's taking adjusting...
Monsoon storms have rolled in each evening this week. Last night I was really excited that it was raining...until I was outside and saw the bright, thick lightning bolts that seemed only about a 1/2 mile from my door step! That was pretty freaky. I thought Phoenix lightning storms were crazy! These ones are so much closer than back home. I was also missing my Bronco yesterday when I was driving through some heavily saturated parts of the streets. It makes me a little nervous because we haven't even gotten torrential downpours yet. But I'll survive.
My quest continues to figure out food and photography for the wedding. Man there is so much to think about. But, I'm now 10 months away from being married--by this time it'll be just Obadiah and I, which is so exciting to think of. Our relationship reminds me of my really close friendships with my friends Christal and Chelsea. If given the opportunity,I'd never leave their sides because all we do is have a fun time when we're together. I mean, he's my guy best friend. That's why it sucks when he's away because it's like my best friend's abandoned me :) But I know he's probably having a good time and will grow in Christ on this trip, so I am completely supportive. It's only in those selfish, lonely times that I feel like he shouldn't have left! Those are few though. lol
I'm still getting used to this whole "engaged" thing. It's very nice, I have to tell you, just because you never feel like you have to explain your relationship situation to anyone. They ask "so are you engaged or married?" You answer "engaged" they say "congratulations." End of story. On the other hand, you get people (mostly guys) who don't take the relationship seriously when you say "I have a boyfriend." Boyfriend just isn't as serious. Anyway, that's my little rambling on about nothing important. It's just nice not to have to explain all of those details and to not have to wonder about other people's intentions.
Tomorrow night Lynn and I are going to go out with some of the other younger reporters to the Sidewinders game. We'll see how that goes. Maybe this time the Sidewinders will score more than one run...
On another note, yet another article printed...
http://www.dailystar.com/dailystar/neighbors/29869.php

Enjoy!

He wore a bright, tangerine jumpsuit. Tattoos were enblazen across his forearms, a dark green snake zigzagging from his chin to his cheek. He looked rough.
His intercessor spoke on his behalf to the judge. His client had changed. Everday the man would be reminded of his past when he gazed into the mirror and saw the snake zigzagging across his face. He would be reminded of the mistakes he had made, though he had been changed.
The judge asked if the man had anything to say on his behalf. He answered "yes, I have a letter" and struggled against the chains around his hands to unfold the three-pages he had tucked away. His hands shook, his eyes grew shiny as he spoke in his letter to the judge.
"Dear Judge Phil," he read, with in a voice unaccustomed to reading aloud to a crowd, let alone a person who held the fate of a life in his hands.
"I would never want anyone to sell crack-cocaine to someone I loved or even my seven-year-old son, who is here today." He gestured over to the pews across the room. The boy was the youngest in the room.
"My life changed when I met Jesus Christ in August of last year. My girlfriend, because of my habits, would not marry me until she saw a change. I had moved to Texas after living here in Tucson and committing the crimes and thought I could continue drinking when I got to Texas. When I met Jesus, that changed. I got a job at the China Buffet restaurant and began working there. I even built a good relationship with my boss and he trusted my judgment and hired my 17-year-old son too. I'm so proud of him. He's working and going to school and is passing with flying colors. It's more than what I did with my life at his age."
" My life was getting better and I found out my girlfriend had become pregnant and after she saw the change, she married me the following month. We now have a baby boy. Things were changing until I was arrested in Texas after finding out Arizona authorities were looking for me."
His eyes grew moist and his voice began to break.
"I've changed through the salvation of God and I just want to provide for my 4 kids and my wife. Please, give me mercy and grace that I don't deserve. Please don't give me the punishment I deserve." Tears flowed as he finished and tried to fold the letter once more, dropping one page on the ground. The prisoner shackled to him, next to him, bent down with him so he could pick up the page.
The judge paused and said, "You don't need to impress me with your changes, you need to do that yourself. It's clear that you are changing, but you need to stay away from alcohol and do what you need to do."
Then the judge said he could be on 5 years probation, pay some fines and live where they felt it was appropriate. He had to attend counceling, do community service and other things.
They began signing papers immediately.
He had been released.
He would need to pay, but not the harsh penalty he deserved.
He was forgiven and allowed to move on with his life.
And at first, all I could think of was how Christ saved him and me in the same way.

Lord, thank you for saving the life of this man and bringing him into Your presence. I pray that you would continue the work within him that you have begun and I pray that he would be an encouragement for others who have made wrong decisions, even if it isn't drugs or alcohol. May he be a blessing in your kingdom and go about praising you just as Saul did after you freed him. Make him into a new creation and give him a new identity, a new name. Thank you for giving us freedom to choose and thank you for freely blessing and freely giving. Help me to freely give, freely bless and freely serve others the way you did when you were here on earth. Thank you Father for allowing me to witness this miracle and testament today. Please continue to shed light into the darkness. You're amazing and I praise you.

Hello all!
Yesterday was a tad busy and my "highly anticipated" RSD article was finally published today. It got really good "play," by newspaper standards. That means it got into a great spot with a lot of copy. Anyway, I'm hanging in there after a weekend that wasn't quite as I had planned it. It's all good though.
Hope everyone's doing well. It was soooo nice to see everyone on Sunday and I was so excited to hear that Paul and Erin's new baby, Samara is now in the world. What a blessing!
Love y'all

http://www.dailystar.com/dailystar/metro/28816.php
http://www.dailystar.com/dailystar/metro/28829.php
http://www.dailystar.com/dailystar/metro/28810.php

72 minutes on the treadmill. It's amazing how time flies when you've got a TV in front of you. At first I didn't think things were going to go so well because one of the girls occupying the other treadmill had Sex In the City blasting on a TV and it was more than I could bear. I mean, it was all...sex. Okay, okay, so the show should be about sex because it's in the name, but c'mon! This show was a big hit?? It must've been a big hit among the women who find romance novels entertaining--as he slowly walked across the room, she could see his deep, piercing green eyes evading hers. It was as if in a dream, yet she knew in her heart he felt the same way--c'mon!!! Anyone can write that junk! I just can't believe some people find substance in that show...meanwhile I was blasting my No Doubt's hits album on my CD player--yes, we Christians listen to secular music from time to time.
Anyway, so I met my goal tonight and I'm feeling pretty dang good...pretty dang tired, but pretty good.
So on to things of more substance...
Since I have no accountability partner, I'm going to journal things to myself knowing others are reading this so in essence, I have not only an accountability partner, I have an accountability club. Would you agree?
I've been trying to read my Bible more, pray and get a little more centered and balanced like the "old Jen" used to be. It's not that I've changed drastically, but it's amazing how your routine is thrown off in a matter of months and this is all about priorities. Being in a relationship is truly a great blessing from God and to find the person you're going to spend the rest of your life with, well, all I can say is that I couldn't be happier if I tried. However, just like anything else, it's all about balance and moderation and I know I haven't done a good job of that and God has really been speaking into my heart about it. And man, when it rains, it pours! God's also been speaking to me about temptations (in my Purpose Driven Life book), money (Acts)and faith (Acts). I want so badly to be what God wants me to be, to make the right choices every time, but man, I suck at being a Christian sometimes, you know?
I was listening to an Christian AM station this morning here in Tucson and Tony Evans was speaking at a Promise Keepers convention in 1995 in LA. He was so passionate about motivating the men to live for God, use what they're doing--their jobs--and look at it as being a messenger and be bold, not a closet-Christian or a "secret agent Christian." Later, James Dobson was saying that the one complaint he always heard from the women he spoke with was that they wished their husbands would be the spiritual leaders of the household that they were meant to be. How beautiful it is to see a family that is in balance with what God wants for them to do! I can't tell you how many families in my church just make me want to cry with joy to see how they love and support one another, and how the husband and wife function as the spiritual role models and really support one another in that way with the kids and their relationships.
I think it's so easy in this stage that I'm in, to just be so wrapped up in my "new" love that I forget about my forever true love, Jesus Christ. I mean, if something were to happen, Christ would always be there. So anyway, I've been convicted about my dependency on God and my faithfulness to God in this stage and even after in my marriage.

Let me drink your water of Life,
Let me sit near your throne in awe,
Let me pour out my tears on your feet,
And wipe them dry with my hair.
Let me give all that I have to you in my life,
And serve you with all that I have.

Let me fall in love with my Creator again,
Let your mercies cascade over me.
Let me come into your presence,
arms open wide
As you embrace me and hold me,
to your side.

I know I have deliberately disobeyed You
I know that I've spat in your face
I know that I've ignored your Words
When you spoke them deep into my heart.
I know you've had a great plan for me
You've whispered it into my life
And the times that I've turned and run from you
I only needed one step back to see

You're the one who I fell in love with years ago
And you're the one who's always been there
And whenever I turn and run from you
All that it takes is my prayer.

I've cried at your altar,
I've cried in the dark
I've cried for no reason
But for the burden on my heart.
I give you this pain,
This uneasiness, this worry
I give you this helplessness
This hunger, this yearning.
You've known it since the day that it became
And you'll know it on the day that it was.

Some people are driven to drink. I'm driven to chocolate.
I've been trying to be good in my eating and exercising regiment--very limited sweets, if any, more veggies, etc and I've been doing really really well. But then the topic of the number of guests that can be at the wedding reception comes into play, and the limited amount of money, and all the things I need to check on by a deadline that has been set for me--July-something; and I head for the vending machines.
Interesting that a small bag of Hershey's milk chocolate kisses can calm my nerves...it didn't hurt that my pay check also came in and I was able to get up and talk with a few coworkers. But gosh, thank goodness God gave me an afinity for chocolate instead of alcohol or man would I be in trouble!!!
Tonight it will be an hour on the treadmill...

This article worries me a bit.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/5324463/
As a journalist I worry about free speech. Obviously we want it greatly so we can tell the truth to people and what's out there. But I also wonder if our Supreme Court takes it too far. I mean, people peddling pornography to children can be protected by their right to free speech? It's heartbreaking. They're poisoning children and are going to be protected? That's not fair!
As a woman, I am completely and utterly offended by pornography and the fact that our Christian (and non) men are exposed to the temptation everyday. The images of half-naked women are continuing to be plastered across magazines, walls in shopping centers, across the TV and even on the little girls shopping at Abercrombie. WHY????? I'm jealous. I don't want my guy or anyone else's guy looking at other women and I can't believe that we would not ban this from the sight of our next generation. The younger they're exposed to this sexual immorality, the more it is going to cling to them in their futures. Who can even get on the Internet anymore without seeing popups advertising these sorts of things. I am sick to my stomach by this issue of pornography. It grieves me and I hate it. Why would you look at someone else? Why? And start kids out at a young age? What about my future daughter? Will I have to worry about her boyfriend looking at pornography, even if he's a good little Christian boy? It's not fair. Our eyes take in so much these days and everyone knows how lust can capture someone's attention; especially guys, not to say girls can't have a problem with it. If we don't do something about this now, what about our future generations?
I think what it comes down to is this: the Supreme Court seems to take an edge to being politically correct nowadays and the fact that every person determines what is right or true for them (which may not be the same as someone else) contributes to that. Our standards in this country have changed because of so many contributing factors and it's just so..heartbreaking, there's no other word for it, that we can't stand up and say unanimously "that is wrong." I wonder if we were to poll a majority in America if we would get a response from people that that is wrong and should be banned--pornography from the eyes of our children. But if we're not allowing their eyes to see it, why should we let adults? How does it benefit anyone? But when will their opinions change about kids not seeing pornography? When the generations do. And what are we teaching our future generations? Political correctness, relative morality, tolerance(not bad all the time).
What would the Court do if much of society said pornography was wrong? Would they still turn to the Constitution and say that that is the ultimate determinant of what goes in our country? For the people, by the people--but which people?
The more we take God out of our schools, our conduct and our country, the more these types of things are going to happen. It just saddens me because I look at the state of the country now, even with a Christian President at the helm, who speaks of God openly like Reagan did, but now 20 years later, there's an uproar about it. I was watching a memorial segment with Tom Brokaw shortly after finding out Reagan had died and he asked Reagan's historian this question: Former President Reagan always spoke of God, whether it was "God bless America" at the end of a speech or even quoting scripture and he didn't seem to get the same backlash as the current president,is that true?" Reagan's historian replied that it was true, Reagan didn't get the same response.
Now, I know I was only a baby when Reagan was President, however, if that is true (and I have since heard some of Reagan's speeches and the religious overtones he used throughout them), then this society has grown even more intolerant to God and religion--in only 20 years! What's going to happen when my future children are teenagers 20 years from now???
I can only pray that my generation, the so-called "Joshua generation" can rise up against this trend. But then again, how many of my neighbors will be living the "alternative lifestyle" raising children right next door to me? Will I need to worry about my daughter or son walking home from school and worry he/she may be nabbed by another child predator? Can I even safely send my children to school without the fear of a deranged teenager pulling a gun out and repeating Columbine? Will I need to worry about getting on a plane or walking into a large building or opening my mail or traveling overseas? Or spreading the good news?
The future will only continue on in the way we allow it, therefore it is up to us to determine what we want it to consist of.
Tolerance? Freedom to express inappropriate lusts through images of children and women or men? Very sobering to think of...

Again, the Internet has been down for the last few days. Que terrible! Very frustrating. When my connection with the outside world is lost, man is it not fun. Anyway, just got off of work a bit ago. It was a very nice day because I just had a short brief to work on and tied up a few loose ends with another story. I also played around on-line in the down time looking at wedding dresses and bridesmaids dresses and the sort. It's hard to pick the right colors!!! I don't know what I'm going to do. Let me know if you have any color combination suggestions. Although Obadiah might be opposed, I love pink and champagne--so a main color that would be springy and match would be good. Brain storm for me people...
What else? Well, after reading several bridal magazines, I realize that I need to really whip myself into shape. I mean, I'm not in terrible shape, but dangit, I wanna look good on our wedding day! :) So fun times for me--I'll be staying away from the sweets as much as possible, though I've already failed today (I ate a chocolate chip cookie, nevermind the size of it--but I ate a salad to counterbalance it!). Food. Food sux. I wish we didn't have to eat--it seems like such a waste of time and money--then we'd also never have to worry about being gluttonous, you know? Well, at least I wouldn't--I just like food way too much. The more I like it, the more I have to run, which I've been doing by the way...
So that's my ongoing saga with what is commonly referred to as "the battle" (I'd say "bulge," but the task of losing a little bit of extra body fat doesn't seem so "bulgy" to me...).
Happy day, it rained yesterday and the clouds are building in a grey sky to the east. Yesterday was crazy. Lightning and thunder and tons of wind--oh it was so nice! I absolutely loved it! Rain is great. Especially in the desert. There's nothing like the smell of rain in the desert--that musty, dusty, I-can't-put-my-finger-on-that-smell smell. You know what I mean if you live here. If not, you should move here because Arizona's great.
Anyway, what else? Hmm...I had something else. Oh! The 4th of July weekend. Well, my friend Chelsea needs a place to stay Friday night, so I'm going to stick around here for that, then Obadiah's probably going to come visit me on Saturday and spend the day with me, and my friend the intern, Lynn, is working Saturday day. I think what we've planned now is Lynn is going to come up to Phoenix with me, stay with me and we'll go to a BBQ and fireworks with my parents and maybe ditch out to hang out with some of the college people. WHO'S HAVING A SCHINDIG? I know there'll be a youth group party, but aside from that? We'll have to figure it out. Let me know if anyone will be up for a late night hang out on Sunday night since most people dont' have to go to work the next day--well, most people except us INTERNS! Yes, I have to work Monday afternoon/night. From 2pm until 11pm I'll be working the cops shift. Pray that people are just hung over and staying home for the evening, PLEASE! No homocides or people falling down elevator shafts and getting crushed by the ensuing cart--this really happened today. I guess a guy fell down the shaft, elevator hit him, he was swung up onto the top of the cart and then the people inside saw blood dripping from the ceiling. Crazy huh? Pretty bad and unbelievable that something like that happened. Anyway, Jen wants none of that on her shift...
Well, I think I've babbled for long enough. I'm getting into my Bible more (finally!) and have once again picked up my Left Behind book and the Purpose Driven Life book so hopefully those will be finished this summer and I'll have some spiritual growth to show from it. (not that growth comes directly from a book mind you)
Toodles from Tucson!
Jen
P.S. Worship leader on Sunday had us sing "Praise Him" by the David Crowder Band. What an awesome worship song it is! Ohhhohhh Praaaiissee Hiimmm... 0:)

Internet is back up again and it's 11 o'clock at night. I just got home from the "cop shop," which is basically a newspaper/media office located in the downtown police station. That's where the reporters camp out at computers and next to phones getting info from various sources. Anyhoo, it was my first night shift training session and it was boring at first, but then it picked up for the last few hours. Picture this...
At 8:30 we get a call about an officer-involved shooting. We get the address and I follow the other reporter in my car. It's raining. The air has that musty smell, but it's the unique smell of the desert during a rainstorm..can't really explain it, but you know what I'm talking about. The PIO gave us the wrong address, so we spend 10 minutes circling the block to no avail. Raining more.
We finally get the right address, get to the scene, only to find out that we won't hear anything for a while. I check my trunk and for the first time in I don't know how long, I hear myself blurt out "Thank God!" at the sight of my bright red umbrella. Was that a praise or was that in vain? I don't know, maybe a mixture of both...
We go back to the station, all the while Eric is calling a highway patrol person getting info on a serious rollover accident on the West Side. Man was apparently drunk, ejected from his vehicle which subsequently rolled over him. He has massive head injuries, and from what we can tell, he's not expected to recover.
Is it wrong to get a thrill out of the news? My heart just aches like no other when I hear these things, yet the journalist inside of me is jumping out of my skin from the adrenaline rush. I'm still nervous, very nervous in fact, to cover a shift by myself. I found out today that my first one will be this Friday from 9am to 2 pm. Alone. What are they thinking???
Anyway, go figure, I write all day long and then I come home and I sit and write some more. I suppose that just shows my love for communicating.
Aside from that, I've been working on an article for the last week and finally sat down and spent a good 5 hours writing it yesterday. My editor loves the lede, which is definitely the most important thing to me. There's nothing more frustrating than having to change your lede because it feels like you're having to do plastic surgery on your baby. Well, maybe not, but it's not fun. So I'm happy she liked it. The rest of the story just needs some more organizational tweaking here and there and it'll be good to go. Meanwhile I have another story in the works that I'm not thrilled with, only because it's outdated news that my editors are just scrapping together at the last moment to fill space. Who do they get to write it? The intern. But I'm not complaining, really. I'd rather have SOMETHING to do rather than NOTHING.
Okay, so I should probably stop blabbing on and on, but I'll leave you with my poem I wanted to post last night before I discovered that my Internet was down.

Always There 6/22/04

You ask me to follow you,
Yet I pick my own path,
You ask me to listen,
And I shrug off your wrath.
Daughter of a king,
Blessed with it all,
I often times take it for granted,
So often betray you in ways so small.
But no matter how I dismiss it,
No matter how I try,
I always end up at your feet,
Groveling and apologizing as I cry.
Red-rimmed eyes, shining with tears,
You cup my face in your hands, scars in all,
And tell me no sin is ever small.
It's so easy to categorize,
To compare my deeds to my brother,
Deemphasize what I've done and instead focus on him,
Take the focus away from me and put it on another.

But you see me,
You see into my heart,
You know the deeds I've done,
You've been there from the start.
You knit me in my mother's womb,
You lovingly placed me in their arms,
You taught me how to love,
And how to watch for the world's charms.
You've always been my daddy,
My Creator and my friend,
Though I've not always been faithful,
You're faithful to the end.

I promise that come high waters or storms,
You will always be the one to whom I cling,
Help me now to learn how to serve you,
To invest time into our relationship rather than just a meaningless fling.
You're in it for the long haul,
Forever traveling with me,
No matter where I go,
It's me you'll always see.
I can try to hide in the garden,
I can try to escape by ship,
But you'll always know,
Every time that I slip.
And every time that I do,
You'll be right there,
Helping me off of my knees,
While I'm shaking, raw and bare.

Toodles from Tucson!

Sorry it's taking me a while to write--Internet's down at the apartment complex. I'll write a nice long one and update you on what's been going on as soon as it's back up and running. Work's a little too busy at the moment to be blogging. Gtg!
L8er
Jen

Wow...I guess I've been a little busy lately. Well, I'm still waiting on something to do today. Things are really slow and I'm not sure if it's because my editor just doesn't have anything for me to do or what, but oh well. Four more hours of work. I think that probably bothers me the most--I'm getting paid for doing nothing. I mean, you would think that would be good, but I think if you're going to pay me for doing nothing, let me go do something I want to do--like go shopping. Even if I can't really buy anything right now, still, at least I'd be doing something and not just sitting here staring at a computer screen all day long, trying to find something to do.
I have two stories in the works right now, but I'm waiting on contact with a few people. That's definitely what stinks about newspaper reporting, you're just waiting on people to call you back a good portion of the time...
Well, the wedding preparation pinch is just beginning for us. This weekend was a weekend of talking about caterers, decorations, dresses, times, dates, blah blah blah. We did a catering tasting on Friday and that went well. We're just waiting on the "numbers" now. I think the hardest thing about this whole wedding thing is that we are so limited on how many people can spend time with us at the reception after the wedding. It really stinks. I guess I just don't want my wedding to end up being this "party" where all of the people attending are relatives. I want my friends there, but then you have to decide which friends to invite over which friends, if we can even invite kids to the reception (of course you don't want kids running amuk in the reception hall or even getting loose outside and getting into the lagoon or the pool or something) and that brings in the whole issue of parents we want to invite. I know that parents won't have as good of a time if they have to watch their kids...I don't know...then you've got the dynamic of me wanting to invite the two boys (almost 12 and 10) I've watched for forever and the flower girl and then not inviting other kids and having other parents who are invited to the reception getting mad because they couldn't bring their kids....:sigh: It's just so freakin' complicated in that we don't want to hurt anyone's feelings but we know it's going to happen...Eloping is seriously looking more appealing, however, the biggest, most important thing about getting married (aside from marrying my best friend, of course) is having those I love there to celebrate the day. I want my grandparents from Maine there. I want my closest friends there. I want close family friends there. Anyway, I'm sure this won't be the last you here from me and my griping about the wedding invitation list...
What else? Well, I'm looking forward to wedding dress hunting one of these days, although my mom's already gone without me. Quite interesting if you ask me, but whatever, parents are just inherently "different," right? Someday I'll be "different" too...oh goody.
:Sigh: I'm so bored. What else can I do here, I have no idea.
Went to college group Friday and I'm so incredibly happy I was able to go. It was nice to see a good portion of the group and then hang out later. I loved being home, although living out of a suitcase is getting a little old. However, that won't be happening again any time soon. I probably won't be going back to Phoenix again during this internship, but I guess we'll see what happens with everything. From what I gather, they'll really be using us in the month of July. It's good to be the intern.
I'll call it quits for now...later!
Toodles from Tucson!

Hey kids!
Sorry it's been a little while since I've blogged. It's been pretty busy since I got back from my weekend jaunt to Phoenix, which was much needed, by the way. There's something about being able to get back home--even just driving into Mesa I was feeling relieved. However, I have to say that I am getting very used to this place in terms of knowing where things are located.
Today I worked on a kids group visiting a local fire station. Not exactly hard-hitting news, but I'll take it. It did make me miss working with the kids though and just hearing all of the cute things they were saying was precious. The kids were trying on the firefighter's uniforms. I'm sure you can picture it, but these little boys were putting on the fireman pants with the suspenders, the butt of the pants was down at their knees, the extra pooled around their little feet. Then one of them put on the fireman's hat--backwards! It was too adorable! It was fun just interacting with them and asking them questions about what they learned while they were there. Cutie pies.
So yes, I miss my summer job with the boys. :) Hi guys if you read this...
In other news, just keeping busy with many stories and, I will be back up this weekend! Yippee! We've got a catering tasting tomorrow evening before college group, then we have college group and then I think we're playing volleyball at our house--well, it's Obadiah's now at least, but it's kinda mine too...
I'm looking forward to being with my dad on Father's Day, but it's sort of bittersweet because while I'm celebrating, my best friend will be grieving. Her dad just died right before I came down here so it'll be the first one without him. I can't even imagine. Father's Day has taken on a different meaning to me since my dad's heart attack back when I was 18. He was once Superman, but that day he turned human. So take advantage of every day with your dad because you honestly never know...
See you tomorrow kids!
Jen

It's Saturday and I'll soon (relatively speaking) be home! Two stories to cover...
Today's article made it into the "A" section right next to a bunch of top stories, so I'm really excited about that. Here's the link...
http://www.dailystar.com/dailystar/news/25850

Hope everyone's doing well!

Good morning all!
Well, my story was going to run today, but they decided to leave it for tomorrow, however, it is making it into section A--I guess anything on Reagan right now makes it there--whoohoo for me! It's actually a pretty good story though, if I do say so myself. So watch for posts tomorrow...
Today I'll be reporting on a new class being offered at UA, which I actually enterprised and pitched. My editor loved the idea, so I'm getting out there today. Fortunately summer school is going on, so I'll be able to ask students on campus if they would consider taking the class in the fall. Kind of fun. So that will probably run tomorrow also.
What else? Well, tonight we'll go see the Sidewinders. I'm not much for baseball games, however, it's something to do.
I'm proud to report that I followed through with what I thought I might do yesterday evening. After dinner, I went running again, same exact distance, which I think is 4 miles round trip. Basically I ran for an hour yesterday for however long the distance was. Then I went to the workout room to lift weights and stretch and ran into a girl there that I'd seen running on the treadmill the other night. Normally I wouldn't just ask any girl running on a treadmill if she'd like to go running sometime, but she looked like she had been running on the treadmill at a decent pace for quite a while so I figured it might work. So we're going to go running next Friday morning. I'm not sure what pace she runs at, but she says it's around 10 minute miles. So we'll see how that goes. Better to have a partner than no one right? Although I have to say I've been having a pretty good time running by myself just because the surroundings are new and different. Just gotta crank my CD player, which also has a radio, and just go. So yesterday was a very good work out day.
This Wednesday I think I'm going to do an activity with my editor. I found out the other day that she used to do cross country, covered it a lot a few years ago and still runs pretty frequently. She also ran the Boston Marathon a little while back. Pretty cool...anyway, so we may go running together sometime and she also has dogs, so we may take them running. Wednesday there's this thing that goes on called an Aquathon where you swim a 1/2 mile and then run 3 miles. I guess she says about 60 people usually do it, so it would add some variety to my work out routine. I won't be able to do it very often because it costs $5 a pop, but we'll see.
So that's about it for me today. Hope everyone's doing well and maybe I'll see some of you this weekend.
Toodles from Tucson!

Hello everyone...
Well, it looks like it's going to be a busy next couple of days for me. I'm going to work on a story tomorrow (hopefully the people will call me back), then I'll have TWO stories to report on Saturday. Fortunately, only one of the stories is due that night and will run on Monday. The other one will run on Thursday. I also have 2 other stories in the works now, and I reported and wrote a story today. PHEW...I really enjoy doing this though. The busier, the better for me. It keeps me from having too much time to dwell on feelings of homesickness.
Speaking of home, I'll be back Sunday for a bridal show, then Monday I have an eye appointment, lunch with Obadiah, hopefully some time with my sister, dinner with my dad and hopefully more time with Obadiah. Tuesday I don't have to be back in town until around one because I'm doing the "cop shop" shift from 2-11pm. I'm a little nervous only because I haven't had to cover a cop story by myself yet. I'm so worried that I'll end up driving to the wrong place and totally missing something! Oh well, I guess we'll see. They say Mondays are pretty slow for crime...probably because criminals are too tired from the weekend, or so I speculate. It would make the most sense to me at least...
This morning's run was just great. The weather was in the 60s and the high today was like 92. It was a beautiful day. So beautiful in fact, I may go running again after my food settles a bit.
Tomorrow night the other intern, Lynn, and I may go to a Sidewinders game. It should be interesting because it's "Military night" and since there's a base really close by, I wouldn't be surprised to see a bunch of guys there tomorrow. I've also found out that Shaun Groves (one of my favorite Christian artists) is coming to Tucson on July 10th. Might be cool to see him play if I don't have to work. The only bummer is that it's $15 general admission. Can you believe that? That's a lot of money--seems like more than usual for a Christian concert. I don't know, maybe the venue is small. The other thing, really funny, if you do the "gold circle" for an extra $5, you get dessert and coffee--ooo la la!
Hmm...what else? Well, my bout with shopping is increasingly better. I haven't been shopping for things that aren't necessary all week long. I went to the grocery store yesterday and could've bought a magazine, but instead I only bought 2 gallons of water and some low fat ice cream sandwiches...which are really yogurt sandwiches, but for some reason that just doesn't seem as appealing. Anyway, those are my slightly sinful treat, though at 130 cal and 5 grams of fat, how much harm can they really do? Especially if you only eat 1. I have to say, eating 2 is quite tempting, but then I think of the treadmill (which I despise by the way, but put up with if I can't go out running by myself at night), and how much time it takes to burn off that amount of calories. I've decided what I need to do is start putting stickies on all my food so it says, instead of calories, how long I'd need to run on the treadmill to burn it off. That might stave off my cravings for a bit...or get me running more, whichever comes first!
Well, I think I've tired of all of my cleverness for the day. Off to find something productive to do without my roommate (her boyfriend's back in town now).
Toodles from Tucson!

Here's the latest article link:
http://www.dailystar.com/dailystar/metro/25553.php

If you have time, check out some of the other articles on www.azstarnet.com--it was a really good news day yesterday. Yesterday proved to me that even in a "small town" like Tucson (even though it's not a town...), "big city" news does happen.