My boss and I couldn’t believe it. Five years has passed since I first walked into the Vernier building. I arrived early because I wanted to make a good impression, only to meet my boss’ boss since my boss hadn’t arrived yet.
I’ve been incredibly blessed to have been part of a company as wonderful as Vernier. God strategically placed me there for He knew my needs—and my future family needs—when I was hired.
I remember standing at a Radio Shack and admired a simple-looking fellow in a dungeon on a computer monitor. I pushed a few buttons on the keyboard and got the man to move about, and eventually jump.
I was amazed at the fluid movement animation that even had inertia. I made my way through the dungeon and came across another man, who came at me with a sword. The other man proceeded to kill my avatar and I figured out that I needed a sword for my character—who turned out to be a prince.
Here are our loosely-themed superhero pumpkins for this year: Iron Man, Hulk (but could be a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle without the head sash), the Bat Signal, and a lil’ Baby with a binky 😉
Looking back at my first year with you, all I can think of is how thankful I am to have you as a daughter. You are so sweet, beautiful, and funny—just like your mother.
I have to give props to all the volunteers who pulled the event together in a few short months. Even with a solid foundation and several experienced staff members, Bridge Town Swing (BTS) had some big internal changes this year, but I believe the new direction will be good for the event and the Portland Swing Dance Club.
Jenni and I had planned to go to BTS for Saturday afternoon, after Gerry and Amy’s wedding in Oregon City. We couldn’t justify the cost of attending the event in full, but since we were in the area for the wedding, visiting our dance friends afterward was a no-brainer.
On the Sunday before BTS, Greg Krolicki, the new event director, called Jennilyn and offered complimentary guest passes for my work on the Portland Swing Dance Club web site—in particular, the BTS section. It was a very generous of him.
After holding out from joining yet another social network, I finally signed up on Facebook, and was amazed at the automation Facebook does to connect people. It does a pretty scary good job at matching me to people I actually know in real life.
Jenni, Kadence, and I had the privilege of attending Gerry and Amy’s wedding this past Saturday. Gerry helped us move from our first apartment to our second, delivered our current sofa and taking our old sofa back to GoodWill, and drove us when Jenni was pregnant and couldn’t walk home from church.
We were very happy that Gerry found the woman God designed for him. We met Amy only briefly before their wedding, but they looked very happy together.
The cloudy sky gave a diffused glow to the outdoor ceremony. Small streams trickled alongside the area with the gazebo at the Abernethy Center Veiled Garden. I enjoyed that the atmosphere was serene and peaceful, devoid of any hectic and anxiousness that can happen on such a monumental day.
Hey matey, it’s International Talk Like a Pirate Day! We be eastbound to de airport, see…going fer some loot at Bridge Town Swing. Perrrhaps we’ll stumble upon some golden treasure…
Our lil’ lass will be gettin’ her dance legs! Arrrg! It’ll be grrreat seeing our friends, pillaging de midnight buffets, and gettin’ a little booty swayin’ in ourselves. Can’t say we’ve been out to de dance floor much dis year, da baby keeps us at port most nights, arrrg…cleanin’ poop decks and de like. Still, can’t keep a good pirate anchored!