I am going Home Home for the weekend. I think that this is the new way that I am going to refer to my parents house. Home Home will be my parents, Home will be my burro apartment, and New Home will be my new apartment. (which will eventually be Home)
Yesterday I met with new roommate to talk about furniture and to look at a coffee table that she has. She didn't know if I would want to use it or not.
When entering college, I did not expect to leave college and get a roommate. I thought that roommates were for college, but after spending a year in my own apartment, I find that I am a roommate person. I spend most of my time out of my at other people's houses, or at the library...
1. because my apartment is in the basement and it doesn't have sufficient windows for my comfort,
and
2. because I like being in the same room with another person.
So, back to the roommate situation. I picture it as a merger of two people. You each tally what you own that would be beneficial to the relationship (such as appliances, dishes, furniture, and the such) and then merge these items to produce the likeness of a household. The problem with this situation is that the frequency of turnover of roommates is much higher than other relationships like family and spouse. So, if you move from roommate to roommate, it becomes evident that you buy and sell and store more of the aforementioned household items.
I have had two other roommates, (amy and panda), and New Roommate has had only one other roommate. These were all college roommates, so this is our first out of college roommate experience. I think that we will bring not only material things to each other's lives, but also support as we both start our first "Career" jobs. It will also be nice to have someone to rant with and to laugh with. I am sure that it will cushion the blow of leaving practically everyone I know and branching out to a completely new town.
Anyway.... This is for change, this is for the unknown.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
I Liiii iiii iiii iiiiK My Biiii iiii iiii iiiiK
So,
I recently went on a long bike ride with a few friends round this little town I affectionately call "the burro." It was a great time! We kept reminding ourselves of the Butter Cream gang. Elise and I tried quoting the movie. (It didn't work too well since I haven't seen it in about four years.) The only line that I can remember is
"Is that a threat?"
"No that's a promise"
Anyway.... I realized how much I miss riding. I will need to find a safe place to ride once I move. After using my trusty cycle for about 12 years I am considering getting a new bike. There are some sweet Schwinns out there that are calling my name.
I have only owned Schwinn. My first adult bike was an old Schwinn. It was banana yellow, had three gears, and hand breaks. I hate to say that I was ashamed of it when I first got it, because it wasn't a cool new mountain bike like all of the rest of my friends had. Now looking back, it was a pretty sweet action bike.
I got my current bike right before my 12th birthday. We drove to W to the Schwinn shop, and I purchased half of a beautiful brand new Lipstick Red Schwinn Mountain Bike. I remember loving the fact that it was about 20 pounds lighter than my last bike. I picked it up and carried it around the store. I still remember debating between that color and a hunter green color. I also remember what the shop smelled like and what the floor was like. It was black and had little raised circular grips on it. It is interesting how much of the encounter I remember. I believe it is because of the significance of my first encounter with this particular bike. I was a proud owner.
The first time I wrecked that bike I cried, not because I cut up my legs (I still have scars), but because I scratched the amazing paint job on that fabulous bike.
Even if I do get a new bike I will still ride my old ones. Ahhh the memories...
(Wavy fade to me as a child with each of my Schwinns.)
I recently went on a long bike ride with a few friends round this little town I affectionately call "the burro." It was a great time! We kept reminding ourselves of the Butter Cream gang. Elise and I tried quoting the movie. (It didn't work too well since I haven't seen it in about four years.) The only line that I can remember is
"Is that a threat?"
"No that's a promise"
Anyway.... I realized how much I miss riding. I will need to find a safe place to ride once I move. After using my trusty cycle for about 12 years I am considering getting a new bike. There are some sweet Schwinns out there that are calling my name.
I have only owned Schwinn. My first adult bike was an old Schwinn. It was banana yellow, had three gears, and hand breaks. I hate to say that I was ashamed of it when I first got it, because it wasn't a cool new mountain bike like all of the rest of my friends had. Now looking back, it was a pretty sweet action bike.
I got my current bike right before my 12th birthday. We drove to W to the Schwinn shop, and I purchased half of a beautiful brand new Lipstick Red Schwinn Mountain Bike. I remember loving the fact that it was about 20 pounds lighter than my last bike. I picked it up and carried it around the store. I still remember debating between that color and a hunter green color. I also remember what the shop smelled like and what the floor was like. It was black and had little raised circular grips on it. It is interesting how much of the encounter I remember. I believe it is because of the significance of my first encounter with this particular bike. I was a proud owner.
The first time I wrecked that bike I cried, not because I cut up my legs (I still have scars), but because I scratched the amazing paint job on that fabulous bike.
Even if I do get a new bike I will still ride my old ones. Ahhh the memories...
(Wavy fade to me as a child with each of my Schwinns.)
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Long Distance Relationship
So,
I have never used this blog to talk about my romantic relationship. I have used it to rant about almost everything else, but not very often about my personal personal life. Right now I am going to break my rule.
Last summer Chris (Boyfriend, but I hate that term because it sounds extremely high school-esque.) spent the summer in northern Indiana working an internship. It was my first long distance relationship stint. It was difficult, but we each took action to get involved in other friendships. I had an excellent time with my small group at church, family, and other friends. When Chris returned in the fall, I felt like I knew him better because of the experience. When the only tools that a couple have to communicate are the phone and the internet, they don't have the opportunity to just sit and enjoy each other's presence. (Which is a beautiful thing, but it doesn't really increase the amount that you know about another person.) When they are on the phone, they have to talk about life and important stuff, or what they did that day, or anything, or the entire phone conversation sounds like this:
(Note that the (Cricket) inserts are the sound that a cricket makes in the lull of conversation in movies.)
"(Cricket Cricket) So..."
"(Cricket) I don't know what to say...(Cricket)"
"(Cricket) Well..."
" I, (Cricket), I wish I had something to say..., (yawn) I already told you everything that I did today..."
"I should let you go to bed."
"No, (cricket) I want to talk... (Cricket) I just don't have anything to say (yawn)."
Anyway, Since graduation Chris moved back to W. I see him a few times a week, and talk to him about once a day. We have found that this is harder than him being far away. We do have the opportunity to see each other, but we can't afford to make the drive every day because of the simple enemies of time and money.
I am learning things through the experience, things that you wouldn't expect a person to learn from stuff like this. Like:
Take time to hang out outside/join a biker gang.
Do random things that you wouldn't normally do.
Don't set an agenda for everything; be spontaneous.
Don't be surprised by what blessings may come by phone.
Make the time that you have with the people you love a concentrated investment.
P.S. If you have any long distance advice, I would love to hear it.
I have never used this blog to talk about my romantic relationship. I have used it to rant about almost everything else, but not very often about my personal personal life. Right now I am going to break my rule.
Last summer Chris (Boyfriend, but I hate that term because it sounds extremely high school-esque.) spent the summer in northern Indiana working an internship. It was my first long distance relationship stint. It was difficult, but we each took action to get involved in other friendships. I had an excellent time with my small group at church, family, and other friends. When Chris returned in the fall, I felt like I knew him better because of the experience. When the only tools that a couple have to communicate are the phone and the internet, they don't have the opportunity to just sit and enjoy each other's presence. (Which is a beautiful thing, but it doesn't really increase the amount that you know about another person.) When they are on the phone, they have to talk about life and important stuff, or what they did that day, or anything, or the entire phone conversation sounds like this:
(Note that the (Cricket) inserts are the sound that a cricket makes in the lull of conversation in movies.)
"(Cricket Cricket) So..."
"(Cricket) I don't know what to say...(Cricket)"
"(Cricket) Well..."
" I, (Cricket), I wish I had something to say..., (yawn) I already told you everything that I did today..."
"I should let you go to bed."
"No, (cricket) I want to talk... (Cricket) I just don't have anything to say (yawn)."
Anyway, Since graduation Chris moved back to W. I see him a few times a week, and talk to him about once a day. We have found that this is harder than him being far away. We do have the opportunity to see each other, but we can't afford to make the drive every day because of the simple enemies of time and money.
I am learning things through the experience, things that you wouldn't expect a person to learn from stuff like this. Like:
Take time to hang out outside/join a biker gang.
Do random things that you wouldn't normally do.
Don't set an agenda for everything; be spontaneous.
Don't be surprised by what blessings may come by phone.
Make the time that you have with the people you love a concentrated investment.
P.S. If you have any long distance advice, I would love to hear it.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Life Lessons
Recently I have learned some life lessons that I thought I would share...
1. Communication in all relationships is essential to the health of the relationship.
2. Never assume that you understand a person, even if you have known them all of their life.
3. Always take time to concentrate on the people who you love. (This means that you can not be distracted while you are taking this time. If there are distractions, remove them.)
4. It is better to stop talking about your worries and start praying about them.
5. Only God can truly change a person.
Beyond these things... Here are some life lessons that I am glad to share, but I do not know how applicable they will be to the general public.
1. If you choose to dress like a pirate and go out into public and smile at people you meet, do not expect them to smile back.
2. If you try to kick someone in the butt and actually miss and kick some one else (who you have never spoken to) in the butt, do not apologize immediately. Wait until the person has had time to process the incident and then admit to what you were trying to do and apologize profusely.
3. If you are going to be spending any length of time in Park City, make sure you Learn Spanish.
4. Sometimes you just need to blow off steam. If this means cramming 5 people into a TINY car and screaming "Move Along" while driving down busy city streets, then so be it.
1. Communication in all relationships is essential to the health of the relationship.
2. Never assume that you understand a person, even if you have known them all of their life.
3. Always take time to concentrate on the people who you love. (This means that you can not be distracted while you are taking this time. If there are distractions, remove them.)
4. It is better to stop talking about your worries and start praying about them.
5. Only God can truly change a person.
Beyond these things... Here are some life lessons that I am glad to share, but I do not know how applicable they will be to the general public.
1. If you choose to dress like a pirate and go out into public and smile at people you meet, do not expect them to smile back.
2. If you try to kick someone in the butt and actually miss and kick some one else (who you have never spoken to) in the butt, do not apologize immediately. Wait until the person has had time to process the incident and then admit to what you were trying to do and apologize profusely.
3. If you are going to be spending any length of time in Park City, make sure you Learn Spanish.
4. Sometimes you just need to blow off steam. If this means cramming 5 people into a TINY car and screaming "Move Along" while driving down busy city streets, then so be it.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Pirates
This evening I am going to watch Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. I will not hesitate to say that I am excited as well as skeptical.
When I saw the Curse of the Black Pearl, I loved it so much that I think I bought it at full price when it first came out. This action goes against my "six month movie rule" under which I am not allowed to buy a movie until it has been out for six months and/or the price has gone down approximately $5 or $6. I thought that Jonny Depp was wonderful. I loved how many of the scenes were so similar to the actual pirates ride at Disney World. I liked the way that it appealed to so many people, and how the plot made you pity Barbosa as well as want him out of the picture at the end of the film.
Last year when I saw Dead Man's Chest I was much less impressed. I thought that the effects and stunts were alright. The movie was well done, but I thought that it was extremely dark. The opening scene in the jail with the tortured screams of the prisoners was unnecessary, and for me it was unwanted. Also, Davy Jones and his crew contained no comical characters as the last movie's villain's had. I do have to admit that they did try to make Davy Jones character rounded. The only character on that boat who was dynamic was Bootstraps Bill, and he was still as dark even in his transformation.
On the positive side of the film, I liked Jack Sparrow again as always. I thought that it was a great Idea to bring back Barbosa at the end. It is good that they found ways to integrate the cast from the previous movie. Orlando Bloom was not nearly as annoying as Will Turner than he is as Paris in "Troy." I am intrigued to find out more about Tia Dalma. (The witch doctor character).
So after tonight I will have an opinion on the next film. I will not immediately write about it, so that I do not taint any one's opinion of the film. I am hoping that this series will be like most trilogies in that the first film and the last film will be the best films in the series.
When I saw the Curse of the Black Pearl, I loved it so much that I think I bought it at full price when it first came out. This action goes against my "six month movie rule" under which I am not allowed to buy a movie until it has been out for six months and/or the price has gone down approximately $5 or $6. I thought that Jonny Depp was wonderful. I loved how many of the scenes were so similar to the actual pirates ride at Disney World. I liked the way that it appealed to so many people, and how the plot made you pity Barbosa as well as want him out of the picture at the end of the film.
Last year when I saw Dead Man's Chest I was much less impressed. I thought that the effects and stunts were alright. The movie was well done, but I thought that it was extremely dark. The opening scene in the jail with the tortured screams of the prisoners was unnecessary, and for me it was unwanted. Also, Davy Jones and his crew contained no comical characters as the last movie's villain's had. I do have to admit that they did try to make Davy Jones character rounded. The only character on that boat who was dynamic was Bootstraps Bill, and he was still as dark even in his transformation.
On the positive side of the film, I liked Jack Sparrow again as always. I thought that it was a great Idea to bring back Barbosa at the end. It is good that they found ways to integrate the cast from the previous movie. Orlando Bloom was not nearly as annoying as Will Turner than he is as Paris in "Troy." I am intrigued to find out more about Tia Dalma. (The witch doctor character).
So after tonight I will have an opinion on the next film. I will not immediately write about it, so that I do not taint any one's opinion of the film. I am hoping that this series will be like most trilogies in that the first film and the last film will be the best films in the series.
Lightening is amazing
Yesterday I went to work and then back to Mac to work on the ever coming Garage Sale. Seriously, if I post about it enough, I just might have one.
Anyway... after pricing all of my pre-sorted items and neatly placing them back in their corresponding boxes, I settled down with my sister to watch a couple of episodes of Reba. These were the first two episodes of the series. I have seen a lot of the episodes, but never had I seen these two. I give that show a lot of credit. It is funny and for the most part incredibly clean for the television of today. Plus it is a show that my sister and I both like. That is saying something.
After my insistence my family got carry out Chinese. I ordered Chicken fried rice, (The Chinese food staple in my life) and we all sat around and enjoyed our meal. Then we started talking about the future, and everyone got all stressed out and dinner did not end well. (At least there was Chinese food.)
Later, I went grocery shopping and headed for home. All around me was incredible lightening. There were cloud to cloud bolts, cloud to ground bolts, and the kind of bolts that you can't see because they are too high in the sky above the clouds. Although the lightening accompanied a flash flood that made it impossible for me to get through the water by my house without taking off my shoes and rolling my pants to mid calf (wasn't high enough), I loved it. I like the spring storms in Kansas.
Anyway... after pricing all of my pre-sorted items and neatly placing them back in their corresponding boxes, I settled down with my sister to watch a couple of episodes of Reba. These were the first two episodes of the series. I have seen a lot of the episodes, but never had I seen these two. I give that show a lot of credit. It is funny and for the most part incredibly clean for the television of today. Plus it is a show that my sister and I both like. That is saying something.
After my insistence my family got carry out Chinese. I ordered Chicken fried rice, (The Chinese food staple in my life) and we all sat around and enjoyed our meal. Then we started talking about the future, and everyone got all stressed out and dinner did not end well. (At least there was Chinese food.)
Later, I went grocery shopping and headed for home. All around me was incredible lightening. There were cloud to cloud bolts, cloud to ground bolts, and the kind of bolts that you can't see because they are too high in the sky above the clouds. Although the lightening accompanied a flash flood that made it impossible for me to get through the water by my house without taking off my shoes and rolling my pants to mid calf (wasn't high enough), I loved it. I like the spring storms in Kansas.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Graduation weekend
Well,
All of the students (but a few who are working in the 'burro this summer) have left campus. It is a quiet atmosphere. There is not as much urgent work to do at work either.
Graduation week and weekend was great. All of the things that I had helped plan went well. Christopher, and Justin's reception went well. I don't think that Justin's family will ever be able to eat all of the left over food that they took home. Planning on 200 people may have not been the best idea.
At Katie's (Chris' Katie) reception, we did have almost 200 people. We all worked so hard to keep it running smoothly. We ran out of punch, and Mexican layer dip. Chris' dad came up with an alternative to Mexican layer dip that has similar ingredients because we ran out of cheese and tomatoes.
I went to work on Monday and worked on a large mailing. On Tuesday, I went to the Dr.'s for a check up for my job next year, and on Tuesday evening I went to Wichita to see Chris. We went with justin, elise, and doc to shop around then to Apple Bees. Becky met us there for just a short time.
All in all, I am exhausted. I think I am going to sleep the rest of the day. I have no goals, and no aspirations for the day. I want to start packing up things here in the burro for my move soon. I will have to be inspired.
I am thinking about trying to write a short book in a month with Doc, but I am not going to try it if I don't get some good ideas.... We will see.
All of the students (but a few who are working in the 'burro this summer) have left campus. It is a quiet atmosphere. There is not as much urgent work to do at work either.
Graduation week and weekend was great. All of the things that I had helped plan went well. Christopher, and Justin's reception went well. I don't think that Justin's family will ever be able to eat all of the left over food that they took home. Planning on 200 people may have not been the best idea.
At Katie's (Chris' Katie) reception, we did have almost 200 people. We all worked so hard to keep it running smoothly. We ran out of punch, and Mexican layer dip. Chris' dad came up with an alternative to Mexican layer dip that has similar ingredients because we ran out of cheese and tomatoes.
I went to work on Monday and worked on a large mailing. On Tuesday, I went to the Dr.'s for a check up for my job next year, and on Tuesday evening I went to Wichita to see Chris. We went with justin, elise, and doc to shop around then to Apple Bees. Becky met us there for just a short time.
All in all, I am exhausted. I think I am going to sleep the rest of the day. I have no goals, and no aspirations for the day. I want to start packing up things here in the burro for my move soon. I will have to be inspired.
I am thinking about trying to write a short book in a month with Doc, but I am not going to try it if I don't get some good ideas.... We will see.
Friday, May 18, 2007
One Minute post
So I am doing this as an experiment. I am going to post all that I can in one minute.
GO!
Ok, Yesterday was a great day. I went to W with Chris and we went shopping. He was looking for something to wear for Graduation. I found four shirts. He found one tie and borrowed a shirt from his Brother.
Then We listened to Katie have a concert. She did a great job!
All in all
STOP!
This is my one minute post.
GO!
Ok, Yesterday was a great day. I went to W with Chris and we went shopping. He was looking for something to wear for Graduation. I found four shirts. He found one tie and borrowed a shirt from his Brother.
Then We listened to Katie have a concert. She did a great job!
All in all
STOP!
This is my one minute post.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
yesterday ended with a purple coffee cup
Yesterday was Chris' first day of no college. We had an awesome day!
First we drove to Marion to get my TB test. (Which is red this morning, and I am afraid that they will tell me that I have to get a chest x-ray.)
Then we ran errands and got coffee at Little Pleasures.
After that, we cleaned out my music lockers. (all five years of music and books) The tub that we carried out of there was so heavy we had to drag it down the wolgi hallway.
Then we ran more errands which included going to Dale's and seeing Dawn (Chris' cousin's wife who we always see in the grocery store).
After that I collapsed on the couch and fell asleep while Chris went to church for a while.
For dinner we went to the lake and had a picnic with a group of friends and after we finished eating we skipped rocks.
Finally after all of this we went to Justin and Elise's to celebrate her finishing Music History. We watched American Idol and ate Smores.
The one downer of the evening. Malinda Doolittle got kicked off of American Idol. America let me down with that decision. The fact that people freaked out that she was so good that they voted for their other favorite and completely shut her out was extremely frustrating to her four loyal fans sitting that little living room. Simon was obviously also disappointed.
After we had gotten over our bummed state, we cooked our smores and then sat around and laughed at each other. The evening ended with us tattooing each other's feet.
A normal day, a fun evening, made a great day.
Random Fact: I have a purple coffee cup on my left ankle that says "Black and Strong and A Bit A Suga"
First we drove to Marion to get my TB test. (Which is red this morning, and I am afraid that they will tell me that I have to get a chest x-ray.)
Then we ran errands and got coffee at Little Pleasures.
After that, we cleaned out my music lockers. (all five years of music and books) The tub that we carried out of there was so heavy we had to drag it down the wolgi hallway.
Then we ran more errands which included going to Dale's and seeing Dawn (Chris' cousin's wife who we always see in the grocery store).
After that I collapsed on the couch and fell asleep while Chris went to church for a while.
For dinner we went to the lake and had a picnic with a group of friends and after we finished eating we skipped rocks.
Finally after all of this we went to Justin and Elise's to celebrate her finishing Music History. We watched American Idol and ate Smores.
The one downer of the evening. Malinda Doolittle got kicked off of American Idol. America let me down with that decision. The fact that people freaked out that she was so good that they voted for their other favorite and completely shut her out was extremely frustrating to her four loyal fans sitting that little living room. Simon was obviously also disappointed.
After we had gotten over our bummed state, we cooked our smores and then sat around and laughed at each other. The evening ended with us tattooing each other's feet.
A normal day, a fun evening, made a great day.
Random Fact: I have a purple coffee cup on my left ankle that says "Black and Strong and A Bit A Suga"
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Shaken
I don't feel like I am going to be on solid ground again for a long time.
I am shaken. I have placed my feet on the sand of an enormous desert that changes with the will of the wind.
One small breeze turned into a strong wind and now all of the sand beneath my trepidatious feet is blowing away.
If I move, I will fall.
If I do not move I will sink into the changing sand and loose my way even more.
I moved, and I fell.
God, Please take my feet and place them on the Solid Rock. Do not let me go astray. Let me love those around me with your perfect love. Grant me peace.
I am shaken. I have placed my feet on the sand of an enormous desert that changes with the will of the wind.
One small breeze turned into a strong wind and now all of the sand beneath my trepidatious feet is blowing away.
If I move, I will fall.
If I do not move I will sink into the changing sand and loose my way even more.
I moved, and I fell.
God, Please take my feet and place them on the Solid Rock. Do not let me go astray. Let me love those around me with your perfect love. Grant me peace.
Friday, May 11, 2007
The wash your hands post did not work
So, About a week ago I posted on the value of hand washing/sanitizing and trying to contain germs. Well this cry for help did not work. It all started on Sunday. My stomach was upset. It wasn't anything that hurt or anything, I just had an enormous amount of extra air in there. (I am feeling rather uninhibited right now, so you may want to run for cover)
After the gaseous experience passed (ahem) I began to feel fuzzy in the head which was accompanied by a strange sensation in my fingers, elbows, and shoulders. (My immune system is completely ridiculous. It creates war zones in all of the joints in my arms.) After these sensations ended I got the "upper sore throat." This begins behind my nose behind the "pharyngeal tonsil." (see diagram) This is an annoying soreness that is just enough to make me want to pour soothing water into my nose, and the only thing that keeps me from doing so is the knowledge that it would burn and cause me to want to swear.
The next day the soreness in the throat had moved down to settle where these things normally do. (It was much less painful than the previous day, probably because of the two tons of elderberry concentrate that I guzzled.) My nasal passages were not to be outdone by my throat, and they began a steady post nasal drip.
Finally today my body feels alright, my head does not. It is slowly draining every last bit of mucus out of my body. I will hopefully be a snot free person by this weekend, or it will be very difficult completing my tasks.
To all of you out there who are wondering, Yes I still wash my hands regularly and use hand sanitizer when hand washing is not available and after every time I blow my nose!)
Thursday, May 10, 2007
May 9th included Murder, Mystery, and Fireball
I am beginning my day in 4th grade. I am expecting it to be an eventful one. This afternoon is a play day for the 4th and 5th grades. I should have worn something different. I will have to go shoe-less because I am not getting these soaking wet.
Yesterday was Christopher's and Justin's birthdays. Last year we kidnapped them and took them out for Pizza in the middle of the night, so we knew we had to top that. Elise and I worked out butts off organizing a mystery dinner based on the game clue. We had it in the little theatre on the stage with stage lights and drippy candles. Everything looked amazing. I was afraid that people wouldn't get into it, but I think that everyone had a good time. After the dinner we unloaded everything at my apartment and did an enormous amount of dishes.
Later we drove over to Hillapalousa to see if anything was going on. It was over already, so we went to Justin and Elise's to play Fireball. I probably shouldn't be telling you this, so Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa, don't worry about my safety. Fireball is a game that Chris learned from the people who he went to church with in Indiana this summer. In the Game Fireball, You take a tennis ball and soak it in gasoline. Then you throw it above a candle so that it ignites. After the ball is on fire you let it bounce a few times without touching it because it is too hot right after ignited. Before the ball goes out somebody goes and catches it, and then you play a game akin to hot potato, only you are playing with a flaming tennis ball. The grass was so wet from the rain, it didn't light at all. The first few bounces leave little flaming patches on the ground, but they go out as soon as the gas burns up. I was surprised at how cool the ball was for being on fire. I have been told that the flames usually singe the hairs on your hands, but from today's inspection, all of my hand and harm hair is in tact. Elise was the only person who was less than thrilled about the activity. We got to play three times, and then decided that the neighbors wouldn't like the activity, so we went to the lake to continue. We only forgot one thing, the matches. So after driving to the lake to play fireball, and trying to light a candle with a car lighter (which doesn't work) we returned home.
Chris came over and opened the gifts from my parents and from me. All in all it was a good birthday. He also did his senior presentation yesterday and I think that he is glad to have it done. He did an excellent job.
Well that was my May 9th. I will tell you about today some other time.
Yesterday was Christopher's and Justin's birthdays. Last year we kidnapped them and took them out for Pizza in the middle of the night, so we knew we had to top that. Elise and I worked out butts off organizing a mystery dinner based on the game clue. We had it in the little theatre on the stage with stage lights and drippy candles. Everything looked amazing. I was afraid that people wouldn't get into it, but I think that everyone had a good time. After the dinner we unloaded everything at my apartment and did an enormous amount of dishes.
Later we drove over to Hillapalousa to see if anything was going on. It was over already, so we went to Justin and Elise's to play Fireball. I probably shouldn't be telling you this, so Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa, don't worry about my safety. Fireball is a game that Chris learned from the people who he went to church with in Indiana this summer. In the Game Fireball, You take a tennis ball and soak it in gasoline. Then you throw it above a candle so that it ignites. After the ball is on fire you let it bounce a few times without touching it because it is too hot right after ignited. Before the ball goes out somebody goes and catches it, and then you play a game akin to hot potato, only you are playing with a flaming tennis ball. The grass was so wet from the rain, it didn't light at all. The first few bounces leave little flaming patches on the ground, but they go out as soon as the gas burns up. I was surprised at how cool the ball was for being on fire. I have been told that the flames usually singe the hairs on your hands, but from today's inspection, all of my hand and harm hair is in tact. Elise was the only person who was less than thrilled about the activity. We got to play three times, and then decided that the neighbors wouldn't like the activity, so we went to the lake to continue. We only forgot one thing, the matches. So after driving to the lake to play fireball, and trying to light a candle with a car lighter (which doesn't work) we returned home.
Chris came over and opened the gifts from my parents and from me. All in all it was a good birthday. He also did his senior presentation yesterday and I think that he is glad to have it done. He did an excellent job.
Well that was my May 9th. I will tell you about today some other time.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
nothing to say
I have started two posts today. I can't finish either one of them. I just don't have anything to say.
Today our office all went out for coffee at the same time. It was good. I got a pican bar to go with my coffee.
Blah...
Today our office all went out for coffee at the same time. It was good. I got a pican bar to go with my coffee.
Blah...
Hickups strike again
So, I have the guilty pleasure of listening to Kidd Kraddick in the Morning. So, this morning while he was beginning to talk about last night's American Idol performances he got the hick ups. The entire show halted to talk about different ways to get rid of the hick ups. He even had Al hold his earl lobe and tap on his wrist six times. There were also suggestions to stand on his head and drink a glass of water, be frightened by Big Al, lay upside down on the sofa, and any number of other things.
All that I can say, is the only fool proof way that I have found to rid myself of the hick ups is to drink water from the opposite side of the glass. DO NOT try to do this standing upright. I have seen people try this. IT DOES NOT WORK. You will wind up with water all down the front of you.
All that I can say, is the only fool proof way that I have found to rid myself of the hick ups is to drink water from the opposite side of the glass. DO NOT try to do this standing upright. I have seen people try this. IT DOES NOT WORK. You will wind up with water all down the front of you.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Education Completion Dinner
Last night I attended the Education Completion dinner for graduates of Fall 2006 and Spring 2007. I must say that the dinner was great. Pioneer did an excellent job with the food. It was the best meal that I have ever eaten that was catered by the college.
The main speaker was a principal. (I know him from my student teaching experiences.) He talked about the differences in students, and how we need to acknowledge those differences in order to truly become teachers. He did an excellent job. The rest of the education department took the time to say a few words. We all took a group picture. And that is it. That is my last official act as a student at Tabor College. I thought that I was done after student teaching, but it never really ended. Soon students on campus will leave and I will be here working for alumni. Then I will leave and go out to do what I have been trained to do. I will teach elementary music kindergarten through fifth grade. I am excited; I am apprehensive; I am ready to know what this will be like.
The main speaker was a principal. (I know him from my student teaching experiences.) He talked about the differences in students, and how we need to acknowledge those differences in order to truly become teachers. He did an excellent job. The rest of the education department took the time to say a few words. We all took a group picture. And that is it. That is my last official act as a student at Tabor College. I thought that I was done after student teaching, but it never really ended. Soon students on campus will leave and I will be here working for alumni. Then I will leave and go out to do what I have been trained to do. I will teach elementary music kindergarten through fifth grade. I am excited; I am apprehensive; I am ready to know what this will be like.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
garage sales
This morning I woke up at 6:40. Why? you may ask, well because it is the season of garage sales! Chris, Em, Justin, Elise, and I got up at the butt crack of dawn to drive all over Hillsboro and seek out plunder from other people's discards. I am now the proud owner of a new jacket (from Old Navy with tags still on, never been worn) and the VHS Newsies. I also got an old antique door from a farmstead. With Christopher and hopefully his grandfather's help, I will be making this door into a fabulous coffee table. (It may be the longest coffee table on record) Chris got a chair straight out of the 70's. It is in Great shape and it has great aesthetic lines. I am proud to say that I spotted it first.
Now all that I need to do is figure out when My garage sale will be. My sister and I are working on getting it all together, but we hit a couple of snags. It may be farther into may than we originally planned. I have heard some people say that this means that I won't have it at all, but I intend to have one, I just don't know when.
All this to sum up the fact that I really want to know where I will be living next year so that I don't feel spread out so much. I am ready to plunge into teaching. I just wish that the rest of life would order itself.
"My shepheard will supply my need Jehova is His name."
Now all that I need to do is figure out when My garage sale will be. My sister and I are working on getting it all together, but we hit a couple of snags. It may be farther into may than we originally planned. I have heard some people say that this means that I won't have it at all, but I intend to have one, I just don't know when.
All this to sum up the fact that I really want to know where I will be living next year so that I don't feel spread out so much. I am ready to plunge into teaching. I just wish that the rest of life would order itself.
"My shepheard will supply my need Jehova is His name."
Thursday, May 03, 2007
That Touch of Mink
Yesterday I watched the Movie That Touch of Mink. It is a great old flick with Dorris Day and Carie Grant. Day plays a beautiful who has refused men's advances all of her life until she meets Grant a well spoken owner of some sort of credit company. Day falls for Grant who offers her a trip around the world with him but not in holy matrimony. In a backwards mix up, Day takes him up on his offer only to gravely disappoint him on their first "night" together when she breaks out in a rash from nerves of their "progressive" situation. She and Grant have a couple of other rendezvous mix ups, and in the end they wind up getting married. On their wedding night Grant breaks out in a rash because of their "traditional" situation. The audience can only assume that they get over their inhibitions, because the movie ends with a touching shot of Grant, Day, and their bouncing Baby.
All in all it was a clean movie that was based on Sexual Tension. How did film makers of the 50's (even though this film came out in the 60's) do that. They were successful in this film as well as dozens of others that I have seen. (Most of which contain Cary Grant, but only because I have had a Grant fixation for the past couple of months or so.) Why does sexual tension in current films end in a passionate love scene with the camera panning the couple as they undress each other only to pan away to the window or fade to black? Most of the time the love scene is not even vital to the resolution of the plot. Blah...
Change Gears...
Last night at Sonic I ordered three separate orders of almost the exact same thing in the course of 30 min and sent one of the orders to another car in the lot. It was hilarious and so much fun!!! Sorry to all of you Hillsburry sonic people.
I need to get more sleep.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Wash your hands
So,
Within the last month most of the people around me have gotten this bad cold which develops into a sinus infection which for Chris and Ashley has drifted into their ears and caused them much pain. I have observed that this stinks, and that we should all, as good human beings, observe some curtsies for those around us.
First: Wash your hands, a lot!
Second: If water and soap is not available, use hand sanitizer.
Third: Use disinfectant spray and spray all fixtures, handles, and door nobs. (at least 3-5 times a day
Fourth: Take a vitamin or some vitamins. They help boost the immune system and therefore stop the spread of germs.
I know that this post is somewhat pointless, and could be considered mildly annoying, but you know what...
It is what I wanted to contribute to the public today.
Within the last month most of the people around me have gotten this bad cold which develops into a sinus infection which for Chris and Ashley has drifted into their ears and caused them much pain. I have observed that this stinks, and that we should all, as good human beings, observe some curtsies for those around us.
First: Wash your hands, a lot!
Second: If water and soap is not available, use hand sanitizer.
Third: Use disinfectant spray and spray all fixtures, handles, and door nobs. (at least 3-5 times a day
Fourth: Take a vitamin or some vitamins. They help boost the immune system and therefore stop the spread of germs.
I know that this post is somewhat pointless, and could be considered mildly annoying, but you know what...
It is what I wanted to contribute to the public today.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Tuesday's Reflections on Monday
On Monday I subbed. I went to Tabor to work till 10am then I subbed for the rest of the day. It was an interesting day. I don't know how to quite explain my entire experience.
It all began with computers class in which I had to constantly spur one kid on until the end of class. It was a TASK!
After Computers came Learning Support which is a fancy name for Study hall. In study hall, two of my students were arguing about whether Ozzy Osbourne still did drugs or not. They finally decided to ask me and make me the deciding factor. I simply said that whether he does drugs nor or not his brain is already fried enough that no one will ever know for sure. I did let the LS class our 1.5 min. early because they are freshmen and they never get to be at the front of the line to eat. They were quite grateful.
I ate lunch, and then went to "Boys Weights." This class consists of mostly upper class men who are larger than me. They ran a couple of laps, and we went to the weight room. They cranked their music, took off most of their clothes, and started lifting. I went to the office to read a book only to poke my head out of the door when I thought that they were killing each other. There was a lot of screaming, yelling, grunting, and indistinguishable cursing, but there was no fighting and that was what I was the most concerned about. After they had finished lifting, we all traveled back to the gym to stretch. I do not know if I was the victim of a random "pants-ing" or if the kid was just stupid to pull down his own drawers, but I definitely got inadvertently mooned on the way back to the Gym. I debated all of the uncomfortable things I could do to this semi-delinquent kid, but all in all I came to the conclusion that he would not become any less of a delinquent if I did sit all of them down and give them a lecture about appropriate behavior and school protocol. I was not offended by the butt. I was not angered by the butt. Mostly I was amused by it, but I did leave a note for the teacher to remind his class to keep their pants on until they reached the locker room.
Compared to that, the freshmen/sophomore PE class was a breeze. We went outside and played softball. I forgot how awkward freshmen PE class can be. I also forgot how funny it is. I had a good time, but towards the end of the class I had to go to the bathroom and so did about half of the other girls out on the field. They kept yelling, "Can we go now? Miss Hope! I have to go to the BATHROOM!!!"
All in all it was one of my more eventful sub days.
It all began with computers class in which I had to constantly spur one kid on until the end of class. It was a TASK!
After Computers came Learning Support which is a fancy name for Study hall. In study hall, two of my students were arguing about whether Ozzy Osbourne still did drugs or not. They finally decided to ask me and make me the deciding factor. I simply said that whether he does drugs nor or not his brain is already fried enough that no one will ever know for sure. I did let the LS class our 1.5 min. early because they are freshmen and they never get to be at the front of the line to eat. They were quite grateful.
I ate lunch, and then went to "Boys Weights." This class consists of mostly upper class men who are larger than me. They ran a couple of laps, and we went to the weight room. They cranked their music, took off most of their clothes, and started lifting. I went to the office to read a book only to poke my head out of the door when I thought that they were killing each other. There was a lot of screaming, yelling, grunting, and indistinguishable cursing, but there was no fighting and that was what I was the most concerned about. After they had finished lifting, we all traveled back to the gym to stretch. I do not know if I was the victim of a random "pants-ing" or if the kid was just stupid to pull down his own drawers, but I definitely got inadvertently mooned on the way back to the Gym. I debated all of the uncomfortable things I could do to this semi-delinquent kid, but all in all I came to the conclusion that he would not become any less of a delinquent if I did sit all of them down and give them a lecture about appropriate behavior and school protocol. I was not offended by the butt. I was not angered by the butt. Mostly I was amused by it, but I did leave a note for the teacher to remind his class to keep their pants on until they reached the locker room.
Compared to that, the freshmen/sophomore PE class was a breeze. We went outside and played softball. I forgot how awkward freshmen PE class can be. I also forgot how funny it is. I had a good time, but towards the end of the class I had to go to the bathroom and so did about half of the other girls out on the field. They kept yelling, "Can we go now? Miss Hope! I have to go to the BATHROOM!!!"
All in all it was one of my more eventful sub days.
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