So That Was February?
It’s already over. But, I guess being a shorter month, the end comes quickly and thank goodness for that. It’s always been an awkward month for me. People always talk about how Januarys and Septembers are the start of new things (new calendar years and new school years here in my corner of the planet for the most part), but Februarys have always been the crappy-leftover-end-of-something-different-depending-on-the-year months for me.
Last year I was in the midst of furious writing trying ever-so-desperately to churn out a large paper that would somehow in the end make some sort of sense. This year I spent the first February without a YQ, after five with it. And I didn’t even miss the millions of retreaters sleeping on my floor. Imagine that.
But, February’s over. Here’s to March, and a fabulous one at that. March brings spring. New life. New explorations. New things. New hope.
Life goes on.
Monday, February 28, 2005
Riches
I talked to my gramma for like 2 hours yesterday. It's her birthday tomorrow. She's 60 years and a bit older than me, so she's 87. She's hilarious. She still lives on her farm by herself, and gardens up a storm every summer.
We were talking about this neighbour guy who is 69 and his wife just died in october and he's marrying a 50 year old lady.
M: Does she know next year when she's 51 he'll be 70?
G: I don't know (giggle giggle).
M: You're not planning on getting married any time soon are you Gramma?
G: No... I don't think so. (pause). Not unless I can find a rich one who's going to die the next day so I can have all his money.
I talked to my gramma for like 2 hours yesterday. It's her birthday tomorrow. She's 60 years and a bit older than me, so she's 87. She's hilarious. She still lives on her farm by herself, and gardens up a storm every summer.
We were talking about this neighbour guy who is 69 and his wife just died in october and he's marrying a 50 year old lady.
M: Does she know next year when she's 51 he'll be 70?
G: I don't know (giggle giggle).
M: You're not planning on getting married any time soon are you Gramma?
G: No... I don't think so. (pause). Not unless I can find a rich one who's going to die the next day so I can have all his money.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
The Hot Rod Rides Again
You may remember my car Hot Rod. I always thought he kind of looked like a cartoon character.
Here he is back in September when I bought it:
And here he is in October with a couple of his car friends during a camp reunion at my other camp:
And in November when my sister came to visit, back when there was no snow, and I had just moved into my apartment:
December 18 we had a party on the road for this festive occassion:
Just last week Hot Rod got a new (used) transmission, and together we're hoping for a few more photos, many trips, and other festive ocassions.
I quite enjoy this car of mine.
You may remember my car Hot Rod. I always thought he kind of looked like a cartoon character.
Here he is back in September when I bought it:
And here he is in October with a couple of his car friends during a camp reunion at my other camp:
And in November when my sister came to visit, back when there was no snow, and I had just moved into my apartment:
December 18 we had a party on the road for this festive occassion:
Just last week Hot Rod got a new (used) transmission, and together we're hoping for a few more photos, many trips, and other festive ocassions.
I quite enjoy this car of mine.
Butter Creme
"So this morning when I was driving to work around the pretty curve in the road that passes by the nice view of the lake where you can see the island with the big cottage on it and the road passes the pretty yellow cottages, I thought all that cheese about how God has a perfect plan and a perfect love story for each of us, and somewhere inside I believed it for a second.
And then I thought about writing a best selling Christian classic about waiting for the right one and all that jazz and making tons of money with my Zondervan book."
"So this morning when I was driving to work around the pretty curve in the road that passes by the nice view of the lake where you can see the island with the big cottage on it and the road passes the pretty yellow cottages, I thought all that cheese about how God has a perfect plan and a perfect love story for each of us, and somewhere inside I believed it for a second.
And then I thought about writing a best selling Christian classic about waiting for the right one and all that jazz and making tons of money with my Zondervan book."
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Preservatives?
I don't understand the "90% chemical free" concept. Does that mean they use 10% chemicals? Or 10% of the potatoes are chemically? Or that we'll take a 10% chance of dying from eating these potatoes? What kind of chemicals are they exactly? Are they human-friendly? Am I taking my life into my own hands by consuming these potatoes?
I think I'll just stick to french fries and potato chips.
I don't understand the "90% chemical free" concept. Does that mean they use 10% chemicals? Or 10% of the potatoes are chemically? Or that we'll take a 10% chance of dying from eating these potatoes? What kind of chemicals are they exactly? Are they human-friendly? Am I taking my life into my own hands by consuming these potatoes?
I think I'll just stick to french fries and potato chips.
Morning
I woke up at 7:39, so I missed out on 21 minutes of sleep that could prove to be a crucial mistake later on today. I turned on my radio from the comfort of my bed, with my remote control, and listened to Kelly Clarkson’s “Breakaway”. I wasn’t planning on rolling out of bed until 8, but I decided to get up and turn off my alarm so I wouldn’t have to hear it (I hate the sound of alarm clocks… really really hate it), and then I actually made my bed the proper way, and not just the fake way I have been so far all week (you know, just kinda pulling the comforter to cover up the messy sheets and straightening the pillows) and then I got ready and stuff. And then I realized my remote control was NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. Seriously, somewhere in the midst of making my bed it DISAPPEARED. I will need to find that thing, because I can’t be expected to get up out of bed to change the radio station or CD. I didn’t have time to find it this morning thought, even despite the extra 21 minutes of awake-ness, because I had to go and check the weather channel and realize that it was -22 degrees Celcius and then go out and warm up my car.
Some day it’s going to be warm again, right?
I woke up at 7:39, so I missed out on 21 minutes of sleep that could prove to be a crucial mistake later on today. I turned on my radio from the comfort of my bed, with my remote control, and listened to Kelly Clarkson’s “Breakaway”. I wasn’t planning on rolling out of bed until 8, but I decided to get up and turn off my alarm so I wouldn’t have to hear it (I hate the sound of alarm clocks… really really hate it), and then I actually made my bed the proper way, and not just the fake way I have been so far all week (you know, just kinda pulling the comforter to cover up the messy sheets and straightening the pillows) and then I got ready and stuff. And then I realized my remote control was NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. Seriously, somewhere in the midst of making my bed it DISAPPEARED. I will need to find that thing, because I can’t be expected to get up out of bed to change the radio station or CD. I didn’t have time to find it this morning thought, even despite the extra 21 minutes of awake-ness, because I had to go and check the weather channel and realize that it was -22 degrees Celcius and then go out and warm up my car.
Some day it’s going to be warm again, right?
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
XCVI
YOUR SENIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL
What year was it?
1995-96
What were your three favorite bands?
Hmm... well I really liked Jars of Clay, but I can’t remember any other bands I was especially fond of. I was more into the single artists back then.
What was your favorite outfit?
I had these navy blue courdouroy pants, navy and white running shoes, and I would wear them with this navy blue and kelly green striped polo t-shirt that everyone always said was the coolest t-shirt ever.
What was up with your hair?
I had a leftover spiral perm from grade eleven. It was very long, and I had no bangs.
Who were your best friends?
Jessica, Sherolyn, Sharlie, Olga, and Jenn.
What did you do after school?
Went home, made a glass of chocolate milk (with Nestle Quik powder), had a spoonful of peanut butter, watched TV, and wrote letters. A lot of letters.
Did you take the bus?
Yes. I think in grade twelve I even got my own seat. It was one seat from the back on the left side.
Who did you have a crush on?
Justin, if I remember correctly.
Did you fight with your parents?
Not really.
Who did you have a CELEBRITY crush on?
I love it that "celebrity" is in all caps for this question.
It was Joey Lawrence... I think this was left over from grade 9. He was "Joey" on the tv show "Blossom", and also had an album out. I had two copies of the cassette tape.
Did you smoke cigarettes?
No. Smoking's gross. I've never even tried it.
Did you lug all of your books around in your backpack all day because you were too nervous to find your locker?
No. My school was small. My locker was number 235
Did you have a 'clique'?
I guess.
Did you have "The Max" like Zach, Kelly, and Slater?
No. We had a lunch room.
Admit it, were you popular?
I was in the “second coolest” group. I think.
Who did you want to be just like?
Not sure. I liked being my own person. Or at least I think I did.
What did you want to be when you grew up?
An artist.
Where did you think you'd be at the age you are now?
Hm... 26. I don’t know. I don’t think I was yet convinced I wanted to have a family. I was more concerned with where I was going to go to college
Found over at Time to Believe.
YOUR SENIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL
What year was it?
1995-96
What were your three favorite bands?
Hmm... well I really liked Jars of Clay, but I can’t remember any other bands I was especially fond of. I was more into the single artists back then.
What was your favorite outfit?
I had these navy blue courdouroy pants, navy and white running shoes, and I would wear them with this navy blue and kelly green striped polo t-shirt that everyone always said was the coolest t-shirt ever.
What was up with your hair?
I had a leftover spiral perm from grade eleven. It was very long, and I had no bangs.
Who were your best friends?
Jessica, Sherolyn, Sharlie, Olga, and Jenn.
What did you do after school?
Went home, made a glass of chocolate milk (with Nestle Quik powder), had a spoonful of peanut butter, watched TV, and wrote letters. A lot of letters.
Did you take the bus?
Yes. I think in grade twelve I even got my own seat. It was one seat from the back on the left side.
Who did you have a crush on?
Justin, if I remember correctly.
Did you fight with your parents?
Not really.
Who did you have a CELEBRITY crush on?
I love it that "celebrity" is in all caps for this question.
It was Joey Lawrence... I think this was left over from grade 9. He was "Joey" on the tv show "Blossom", and also had an album out. I had two copies of the cassette tape.
Did you smoke cigarettes?
No. Smoking's gross. I've never even tried it.
Did you lug all of your books around in your backpack all day because you were too nervous to find your locker?
No. My school was small. My locker was number 235
Did you have a 'clique'?
I guess.
Did you have "The Max" like Zach, Kelly, and Slater?
No. We had a lunch room.
Admit it, were you popular?
I was in the “second coolest” group. I think.
Who did you want to be just like?
Not sure. I liked being my own person. Or at least I think I did.
What did you want to be when you grew up?
An artist.
Where did you think you'd be at the age you are now?
Hm... 26. I don’t know. I don’t think I was yet convinced I wanted to have a family. I was more concerned with where I was going to go to college
Found over at Time to Believe.
Monday, February 21, 2005
Computron
Okay, I have a question for all the smart computer people who may happen to read this. I want to scan and save files with a .JPEG extension, however it scans them .jpg instead... and says .JPEG is not recognized.
It used to scan as .JPEG just fine. How do I get it to do this again? When I save as .jpg I can't upload with Hello and I can’t see the files when I look in a Windows Explorer type thing. If I go to send them on MSN Messenger to people, they aren’t there. I can however open them in Microsoft Photo Editor.
I scan using HP Precision Scan 3.1.
How can I get them to scan as .JPEG instead of .jpg? Why won't they show up when I try to send them or upload them with Hello? I used to scan and upload just fine, but I suppose someone could have changed the settings on my computer. How do I change them to do what I want?
Okay, I have a question for all the smart computer people who may happen to read this. I want to scan and save files with a .JPEG extension, however it scans them .jpg instead... and says .JPEG is not recognized.
It used to scan as .JPEG just fine. How do I get it to do this again? When I save as .jpg I can't upload with Hello and I can’t see the files when I look in a Windows Explorer type thing. If I go to send them on MSN Messenger to people, they aren’t there. I can however open them in Microsoft Photo Editor.
I scan using HP Precision Scan 3.1.
How can I get them to scan as .JPEG instead of .jpg? Why won't they show up when I try to send them or upload them with Hello? I used to scan and upload just fine, but I suppose someone could have changed the settings on my computer. How do I change them to do what I want?
Thursday, February 17, 2005
"Life, Love, and Other Mysteries", and Other Hard Things to Say
Some Christian pop band of some sort has an album with that title, I have no idea which one, and although I think the music's cheesey I have always liked the title.
Neely wrote a post a little while ago that I have wanted to comment on for awhile, or at least continue on somewhat of a rabbit trail.
I am 26 years old, I don't have any children, I've never been married or in any serious relationships, but I have had my heart broken and crushed and trampled on a few times or too many times to count. I have lots of friends from Bible college and other Christian circles who are my age or older or younger that are married, but I also have quite a few who aren't married and seem to be in the same boat.
I don't have many non-Christian friends. Being in a bubble for five and half years (and only sometimes escaping in the summer) does that to you. So I can't really comment on what it's like to be a non-Christian of a similar age. I don't know if non-Christian women my age lust after the idea of marriage and relationships the same way Christian women do.
I had many Christian friends who met in college and married either during their post-secondary years or shortly after. Many went to college expecting this dream to become a reality. They would go to school, get married, and continue with the "perfect" life to go on to raise a family together.
This may be a broad generalizing statement, but I can't think of any single women I know who are content in their singleness and aren't looking. It's hard to meet a man and not analyze his physical and character qualities when we've been groomed to have a mindset that the love of a man and marriage is what we need to seek to attain. Marriage will offer us security and comfort and the possibility of the life we've always dreamed of.
We are caught up in the dream of a perfect man and a perfect courtship and a perfect life ahead in marriage and raising a family.
Yet here there are, so many of us, completing college without a relationship, starting working without that other half and facing the world often feeling and being alone. Searching and looking for the one.
I wonder what it's like to be a non-Christian at this age. Do they seek this dream as well? Common-law and promiscuous relationships would seem to be more rampant among non-believers. Is it a result of fractured morals but misguided hope? Do non-Christians have it easier when they pursue relationships they don't forsee lasting? In pursuing temporal pleasure rather than long-term commitment?
Do Christians have it harder or easier waiting it out hoping for the right relationship?
I don't know the answers, and I don't expect anyone can really give me these answers. So much of me did not want to finish my post-secondary education not married, or at least not without a relationship. I didn't expect to find Mr. Right there, but I certainly hoped to find him somewhere along the way. Maybe that was my downfall.
I find it annoying when people constantly mention their single status and the fact that God hasn't brought them that person yet. I hope I don't do it too much. I hope I don't sound judgemental.
I don't know if I want to say that I want to be content in my singleness. I don't know that I truthfully want that. And that's hard to say.
Some Christian pop band of some sort has an album with that title, I have no idea which one, and although I think the music's cheesey I have always liked the title.
Neely wrote a post a little while ago that I have wanted to comment on for awhile, or at least continue on somewhat of a rabbit trail.
I am 26 years old, I don't have any children, I've never been married or in any serious relationships, but I have had my heart broken and crushed and trampled on a few times or too many times to count. I have lots of friends from Bible college and other Christian circles who are my age or older or younger that are married, but I also have quite a few who aren't married and seem to be in the same boat.
I don't have many non-Christian friends. Being in a bubble for five and half years (and only sometimes escaping in the summer) does that to you. So I can't really comment on what it's like to be a non-Christian of a similar age. I don't know if non-Christian women my age lust after the idea of marriage and relationships the same way Christian women do.
I had many Christian friends who met in college and married either during their post-secondary years or shortly after. Many went to college expecting this dream to become a reality. They would go to school, get married, and continue with the "perfect" life to go on to raise a family together.
This may be a broad generalizing statement, but I can't think of any single women I know who are content in their singleness and aren't looking. It's hard to meet a man and not analyze his physical and character qualities when we've been groomed to have a mindset that the love of a man and marriage is what we need to seek to attain. Marriage will offer us security and comfort and the possibility of the life we've always dreamed of.
We are caught up in the dream of a perfect man and a perfect courtship and a perfect life ahead in marriage and raising a family.
Yet here there are, so many of us, completing college without a relationship, starting working without that other half and facing the world often feeling and being alone. Searching and looking for the one.
I wonder what it's like to be a non-Christian at this age. Do they seek this dream as well? Common-law and promiscuous relationships would seem to be more rampant among non-believers. Is it a result of fractured morals but misguided hope? Do non-Christians have it easier when they pursue relationships they don't forsee lasting? In pursuing temporal pleasure rather than long-term commitment?
Do Christians have it harder or easier waiting it out hoping for the right relationship?
I don't know the answers, and I don't expect anyone can really give me these answers. So much of me did not want to finish my post-secondary education not married, or at least not without a relationship. I didn't expect to find Mr. Right there, but I certainly hoped to find him somewhere along the way. Maybe that was my downfall.
I find it annoying when people constantly mention their single status and the fact that God hasn't brought them that person yet. I hope I don't do it too much. I hope I don't sound judgemental.
I don't know if I want to say that I want to be content in my singleness. I don't know that I truthfully want that. And that's hard to say.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Music Meme
1. How many music files do you have on your computer?
710
2. What is the last CD you bought?
Amy Grant's "Home for Christmas"
3. What is the last song you listened to before reading this post?
Vanilla Ice's "Ice Ice Baby".
4. Write down five songs that you listen to often or that mean a lot to you:
Just five? Hmm... that's a tought one.
Corey Doak, "End of Summer"
downhere, "Great Are You"
Jars of Clay, "Love Song for a Savior"
John Mayer, "Love Song for No One"
Third Day, "The Everlasting"
5. What is your most perfect movie soundtrack?
I don't ever buy movie soundtracks since an incident with The Titanic.
This is from Benediction Blogs On.
1. How many music files do you have on your computer?
710
2. What is the last CD you bought?
Amy Grant's "Home for Christmas"
3. What is the last song you listened to before reading this post?
Vanilla Ice's "Ice Ice Baby".
4. Write down five songs that you listen to often or that mean a lot to you:
Just five? Hmm... that's a tought one.
Corey Doak, "End of Summer"
downhere, "Great Are You"
Jars of Clay, "Love Song for a Savior"
John Mayer, "Love Song for No One"
Third Day, "The Everlasting"
5. What is your most perfect movie soundtrack?
I don't ever buy movie soundtracks since an incident with The Titanic.
This is from Benediction Blogs On.
Miracle
I am free
for the first time
left my fears behind
in front of me is open sky
I'm taller than trees
I can see further than before
everything's different now
now that You've ruined my life
You took my dreams
and stole my schemes
and turned my life upside-down
You took my heart
stole every part
and made it a miracle
now I can sing, sing a new song
my burden's gone
you gave me all the words and melodies
and now I can be at Your feet
Your place for me
everything's beautiful
now that You've ruined my life
and I'm wide awake
and tonight I'm saved
in Your arms I'm singin' of
how You made me a miracle
I'm taller than trees
I can see further than before
everything's different now
- "Miracle," Audio Adrenaline, from the album "Worldwide"
I am free
for the first time
left my fears behind
in front of me is open sky
I'm taller than trees
I can see further than before
everything's different now
now that You've ruined my life
You took my dreams
and stole my schemes
and turned my life upside-down
You took my heart
stole every part
and made it a miracle
now I can sing, sing a new song
my burden's gone
you gave me all the words and melodies
and now I can be at Your feet
Your place for me
everything's beautiful
now that You've ruined my life
and I'm wide awake
and tonight I'm saved
in Your arms I'm singin' of
how You made me a miracle
I'm taller than trees
I can see further than before
everything's different now
- "Miracle," Audio Adrenaline, from the album "Worldwide"
I Can Be Craftily Athletic If I Want To Be
Someone forwarded me an email promoting camp craft ideas, because I have taught arts & crafts at summer camps for five summers.
In the midst of the promotion for why you should chose this craft company to provide your craft materials and craft kits, it included the line "a great alternative for those kids who don't excel athletically."
Are they implying that kids who like crafts are unathletic? Or that unathletic kids will naturally be crafty?
Someone forwarded me an email promoting camp craft ideas, because I have taught arts & crafts at summer camps for five summers.
In the midst of the promotion for why you should chose this craft company to provide your craft materials and craft kits, it included the line "a great alternative for those kids who don't excel athletically."
Are they implying that kids who like crafts are unathletic? Or that unathletic kids will naturally be crafty?
Monday, February 14, 2005
Stab Me in the Heart, It's Valentine's Day
I usually like to change the template to pink for this one day, but today that’s just not happening.
Another year, another Valentine’s Day, and life goes on. I just emailed my friend Joanne to comment on the fact that Valentine’s Day usually is the crappiest day of the year for me. I’m not sure why that happens, it just does.
My car broke down again the week before last, and the good news is they finally figured out why it keeps breaking down (this was the third time in the less than 5 months that I’ve owned it). The bad news is the Hot Rod needs a new transmission. So today it’s in the shop and is costing me bazillions of dollars. Other than being totaled, I think needing a new transmission is seriously the worst thing that can happen to your car.
Poor little guy.
Poor little me!
I finally got a bed this weekend, and it was for free, so that is good news that can keep me trudging onward. Three and a half months of sleeping on the floor was enough for me. It is a bigger bed than I had sheets for, so I did have to go out and buy new bedding, which was kind of fun I suppose. It would have been super fun had I not had the ominous-ness of paying for a transmission thundering over my pocketbook.
But, you know, besides all the crappy things that have happened lately (there have been a few others, but I’ll perhaps write on that later), somehow I haven’t crumbled. That’s a good thing.
Happy Valentine’s Day. Eat lots of cinnamon hearts. They’re tasty.
I usually like to change the template to pink for this one day, but today that’s just not happening.
Another year, another Valentine’s Day, and life goes on. I just emailed my friend Joanne to comment on the fact that Valentine’s Day usually is the crappiest day of the year for me. I’m not sure why that happens, it just does.
My car broke down again the week before last, and the good news is they finally figured out why it keeps breaking down (this was the third time in the less than 5 months that I’ve owned it). The bad news is the Hot Rod needs a new transmission. So today it’s in the shop and is costing me bazillions of dollars. Other than being totaled, I think needing a new transmission is seriously the worst thing that can happen to your car.
Poor little guy.
Poor little me!
I finally got a bed this weekend, and it was for free, so that is good news that can keep me trudging onward. Three and a half months of sleeping on the floor was enough for me. It is a bigger bed than I had sheets for, so I did have to go out and buy new bedding, which was kind of fun I suppose. It would have been super fun had I not had the ominous-ness of paying for a transmission thundering over my pocketbook.
But, you know, besides all the crappy things that have happened lately (there have been a few others, but I’ll perhaps write on that later), somehow I haven’t crumbled. That’s a good thing.
Happy Valentine’s Day. Eat lots of cinnamon hearts. They’re tasty.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Links that Could Quite Possibly Distract You
Make
Artpad Digital Canvas
Sympatico SayMail
Grilled Cheese Face*
Make-a-Flake Snowflakes
DFilm Moviemaker
Do
Come Clean*
Future Me*
Nitpick
Infamous Worm Game
One Word
The ACME Chocolate Registry
Terra Server
Other
exploding dog
Found Magazine*
Origami Boulder Company
Engrish*
Dr. Bukk Fake Teeth
Who Would Buy That?*
*may have some objectionable content.
Make
Artpad Digital Canvas
Sympatico SayMail
Grilled Cheese Face*
Make-a-Flake Snowflakes
DFilm Moviemaker
Do
Come Clean*
Future Me*
Nitpick
Infamous Worm Game
One Word
The ACME Chocolate Registry
Terra Server
Other
exploding dog
Found Magazine*
Origami Boulder Company
Engrish*
Dr. Bukk Fake Teeth
Who Would Buy That?*
*may have some objectionable content.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Artpad
I found this link for a fun site called artpad, via robotjohnny.com.
When I was in artschool I had a creation I called "Leonard the Cat".
He's back.
I found this link for a fun site called artpad, via robotjohnny.com.
When I was in artschool I had a creation I called "Leonard the Cat".
He's back.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Today and Tomorrow and The Next Day
So today I finally finished the project monstrosity otherwise-known-as typing the contact address and phone numbers for around 200 churches into a database... thus the area codes post as correctly guessed by Rebecca and Neely.
Today I have thought, more than once, that horray it's Thursday, because that means tomorrow is Friday, and Friday is the last day of the working week before the WEEKEND. How great are weekends? I do not think I ever truly knew until I started working full time. They are very precious, and every minute must be absorbed fully.
Today I got my official office warming present from my old chum Holly, which came in a wine cannister, and contained a sparkly blue extension cord, a pink pen necklace, cheesey ponytail holders, #1 medals (these will come in very handy), a lobster sucker (I'm not sure if that was a stab at the fact when I spent the summer in Maine I brought everyone back lobster suckers, I'm not sure if Holly would remember that or not), and... well, I think that was it. Yesterday I got my Christmas present from Holly in the mail (coincidentally on Groundhog Day). It contained purple leopard print velour pajama pants from Old Navy. My worst nightmare in the mail, I didn't think it was possible. But they're quite comfy, and, as Holly said, "hilariously awesome".
I never thought I'd wear velour, my older sister wears it 24-7 and I thought that was enough for one family.
I've been slowly cleaning off my desk... since things have gotten busy (read "nuts") around here, things have been piling up and although I know exactly where absolutely everything is, it doesn't look very tidy.
Did I already mention that tomorrow is Friday? And then it's the weekend?
Apparently it's supposed to get warm enough to melt a little snow soon. That is great, except for the whole mud thing.
Because of the whole Chinese lunar new year thing, grocery stores have Chinese food on sale. I was looking for something tasty the other day whilst in the prepared-foods aisle (usually I only buy pizza, and pizza pops in that aisle, but I was being a little daring) I thought... hey... Chinese food would be good. So I bought egg rolls and these pork ribs that looked good. The check-out lady even said they looked good. The egg rolls are okay, but not as good as my Mom's. But is anything ever as good as Mom's? Although sometimes, my Mom makes this fried cabbage stuff, and it's disgusting. Anyways, I have digressed. The pork ribs are not good. They even smell weird. And I still have some left. I can't throw them out, they cost money after all, but I don't know if I can bring myself to eat them.
Well, that is it for random stories. For today.
So today I finally finished the project monstrosity otherwise-known-as typing the contact address and phone numbers for around 200 churches into a database... thus the area codes post as correctly guessed by Rebecca and Neely.
Today I have thought, more than once, that horray it's Thursday, because that means tomorrow is Friday, and Friday is the last day of the working week before the WEEKEND. How great are weekends? I do not think I ever truly knew until I started working full time. They are very precious, and every minute must be absorbed fully.
Today I got my official office warming present from my old chum Holly, which came in a wine cannister, and contained a sparkly blue extension cord, a pink pen necklace, cheesey ponytail holders, #1 medals (these will come in very handy), a lobster sucker (I'm not sure if that was a stab at the fact when I spent the summer in Maine I brought everyone back lobster suckers, I'm not sure if Holly would remember that or not), and... well, I think that was it. Yesterday I got my Christmas present from Holly in the mail (coincidentally on Groundhog Day). It contained purple leopard print velour pajama pants from Old Navy. My worst nightmare in the mail, I didn't think it was possible. But they're quite comfy, and, as Holly said, "hilariously awesome".
I never thought I'd wear velour, my older sister wears it 24-7 and I thought that was enough for one family.
I've been slowly cleaning off my desk... since things have gotten busy (read "nuts") around here, things have been piling up and although I know exactly where absolutely everything is, it doesn't look very tidy.
Did I already mention that tomorrow is Friday? And then it's the weekend?
Apparently it's supposed to get warm enough to melt a little snow soon. That is great, except for the whole mud thing.
Because of the whole Chinese lunar new year thing, grocery stores have Chinese food on sale. I was looking for something tasty the other day whilst in the prepared-foods aisle (usually I only buy pizza, and pizza pops in that aisle, but I was being a little daring) I thought... hey... Chinese food would be good. So I bought egg rolls and these pork ribs that looked good. The check-out lady even said they looked good. The egg rolls are okay, but not as good as my Mom's. But is anything ever as good as Mom's? Although sometimes, my Mom makes this fried cabbage stuff, and it's disgusting. Anyways, I have digressed. The pork ribs are not good. They even smell weird. And I still have some left. I can't throw them out, they cost money after all, but I don't know if I can bring myself to eat them.
Well, that is it for random stories. For today.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
I Like It
At work I listen to either my CDs or Windows Media Player's "Christian Pop" radio station thingy, most of the time at least.
I am really enjoying Bethany Dillon at the moment. I might just have to get her CD. Amazing talent for someone who is only 16.
"When the day is done
And there's no one else around
While I'm lying here in bed
You're in my heart, You're in my head
You're all I need, You're all I need
There are a million voices
Calling out my name
But You're the One I want to hear
So make the others disappear
You are all I need when I'm surrounded
You are all I need if I'm by myself
You fill me when I'm empty
There is nothing else
You're all I need
When the morning comes
And Your mercy is renewed
There's a fire in my bones
I'm not afraid to go alone
You're all I need
You're all I need
The sun on my face
I hear You whisper loud
You're still the God that opens seas
Every flower, even me
You're all I need
You're all I need
I'm drawn to everything that You do
Nothing compares with You."
- Bethany Dillon, "All I Need"
At work I listen to either my CDs or Windows Media Player's "Christian Pop" radio station thingy, most of the time at least.
I am really enjoying Bethany Dillon at the moment. I might just have to get her CD. Amazing talent for someone who is only 16.
"When the day is done
And there's no one else around
While I'm lying here in bed
You're in my heart, You're in my head
You're all I need, You're all I need
There are a million voices
Calling out my name
But You're the One I want to hear
So make the others disappear
You are all I need when I'm surrounded
You are all I need if I'm by myself
You fill me when I'm empty
There is nothing else
You're all I need
When the morning comes
And Your mercy is renewed
There's a fire in my bones
I'm not afraid to go alone
You're all I need
You're all I need
The sun on my face
I hear You whisper loud
You're still the God that opens seas
Every flower, even me
You're all I need
You're all I need
I'm drawn to everything that You do
Nothing compares with You."
- Bethany Dillon, "All I Need"
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