Thursday, July 31, 2008
Here's how he decided to improve my weekly menu a while back:
I've been had! I knew Garrett was secretly one of Saruman's uruk-hai! Oh the terror:
"You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body."
Anyone heard of Brooke Fraser? An Aussie singer/song writer that sings with Hillsong? Well she wrote a song about my man C.S. and here are the lyrics:
If i find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here
If the felsh that i fight is at best only light and momentary,
then ofcourse I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan
as I wait for hope to come for me
Am i lost or just less found?
On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
Is this a soul that stirs in me,
is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
Cuz my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth
of who I was born to become
For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love,
I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He's coming
Brilliant song, brilliant lyrics, brilliant man.
First off is something that I'd like to call "Cars of the Wild." Take a gander at these two beauties:
First Car: Ah yes! The rare Ford Wolf that resides within the confines of all 2008 Ford Focus passenger doors! So glad to have caught that one in its act of emergence into the wild. Surly looking creature don't you think?
Second Car: Chad Johnson called, he wants his car back.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Sure, it would have been an irrational, really stupid decision that I would have regretted later. And I would have had to go to my bosses and ask them to take me back. And I'm pretty sure they would have. But at the time, it would have felt so satisfying.
So here's for not feeling satisfied today, for feeling blindsided, for getting my blood pressure going and my adrenaline rushing. Here's the adult conversations and what they teach me about people and how their life circumstances affect the way they handle problems.
And as for the rest of the day, I wash my hands of it!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
No, not the time I went to bed. The time I woke up this morning. This, I think officially, is the latest I have woken up all year.
Sadly, I fell asleep at 11:06 pm. That's roughly 13 hours and 7 minutes worth of sleep. No wonder I had time for a really Good dream.
Friday, July 25, 2008
- Return of the boolets: Remember that post? Today John/ Pickles was building a Transformer and showed me his creation. He says, "Do you know what this is for?" And points to an imaginary knob. "No," I reply. "...the boolets!"
- I thought it was hot in our room. No one else did. I make an off hand comment to Ms. Barbara about how I must be having hot flashes. "Lisa" then exclaims, "Hot flashes! My grandma has those all the time!"
- Colored Poo: Not many adults that I know talk about the color of their bowel movements. Kids, though, are another story. Lisa yells from the bathroom, "Ms. Emilyyyyyyy!" I run in and find electric green poo practically standing on her piece of toilet paper. And no, I didn't have an explination for this, much to her chagrin. The best part is when I got to talk to her mom about her child's green poo. So awkward.
- Had a parent freaking out today and I, like a dedicated teacher, stayed an extra 45 minutes to talk it out. It turned out great, but I had a knot in my stomach all day just thinking about it.
- "Sadie" confessed to me today that she has a "crutch" (crush, in case you didn't catch that) on Justy. (Dusty, in case you didn't catch that.) When I told her that Dusty plays soccer just like you, she proceeds to yell, "Dusty's gwoss!" (Gwoss= gross.)
- "Sadie" was walking down the hall as our line leader, lifts her shirt and starts running her hands up and down her body dancing provocatively. It was like Shakira in a four year olds body. Creepy.
- Pickles decides that he's going to sing about whiskey all day. It did not stop and I had to sit him in time out numerous times. I finally gave up when he brought a counter arguement: "But mommy listens to it!"
All in all, not a bad day and there was much more madness, but I'm going to let it fall by the wayside and spend time with my hubs.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
But I played the wife card. You see, they moved the seats around so that it was SRO. Standing Room Only. But then they left like three rows of chairs. They looked so appealing. So comfy. So cozy. Andrea convinced me. She really did. I admit it. I caved. I sat down.
And I'm the wife of the bass player, and you can't make me stand if you want to. So there. That makes me feel better. I'm pretty sure nobody else cares.
How did I feel about this weekend?
I exchanged watching the new animated Clone Wars movie:
For subjecting Dusty to this:
So far, Dusty has upheld his part of the deal. So August 15th, here I come! Maybe I should dress up?
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Can we have a re-do? More pictures to come. Right now my hair is in a towel and frankly, I don't want to get up to get my camera for a whole seven pictures that I took. Because it was that bizarre of a weekend.
I'm facing a harrowing week:
- Working out with a friend at 6:30 every morning because we're tired of being fat fatties.
- Getting stuff ready for the new class: laminating, Ellisons, lesson plans. The Works.
- Monday: E-town because I don't want Dusty driving alone
- Tuesday: Funeral for a friend in Louisville
- Wednesday: Ministry Training/ Wine Night Returns! (Ok, this part isn't harrowing.)
- Thursday: Rock Show
- Friday: Rest. Maybe.
I was convinced once, really I was, that life after college would slow down. Well, it has in that I can read whatever I want without feeling guilty for the neglected textbooks on my floor. But I guess I never realized that college wasn't really life in the specific sense of the word meaning the real stuff. Because life is not staying up until 2 am playing with girls on your hall. It's crashing with your husband at 10:30 because you're both tired and sweaty from not turning down the air conditioning because you're poor and because electric is the only utility you have to pay.
That is life, my friends.
OH! Special thanks to Campbellsville Sonic for making my list of Campbellsville's Worst Customer Service. Thank you for assuming that because my friend in front of me ordered a Jr. Burger meal that I also wanted one, when I specifically said burger only. And thank you for hiring snotty high schoolers who respond when I tell them that my order is wrong, "Well... *chomps on gum* it's only $2 more."
$2 that would have been your tip darling.
out. to. bed.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
So two of them were doing a puzzle with me, and I started talking about Mukti. They laughed at her name, not in a spiteful way, we're thinking child-like innocence here. I told them that Dusty and I were going to help her by sending her money to go to school and have food and clothes. They also thought that was funny and asked why her parents didn't do it.
I started to explain that her parents didn't have any money, not like their mommys and daddys. A brief glimpse of understanding and then, "My parents have money. They buy me candy somtimes. And toys. Do you have the edge piece for this puzzle?" Conversation closed.
Hopefully I will be able to plant some seeds, even in these very young minds. I think it will be more effective when I have a picture of Mukti to show them. Until then... pray.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Imagine my chagrin when Dusty started hauling out his entire Star Wars collection and overtook 1.2 of my new bookcase's beautiful, empty, waiting-to-be-filled shelves. Conviniently this case also sits in the living room, in plain view of everyone.
Here's a broader view:
And of course the entire procedure was punctuated with commenatry from him such as, "Oh, didn't know I had two of those!" Followed about thirty seconds later with, "Hmm... I have two of those as well!" *looks at me, quite pleased.*
I pull out the paper bag and start breathing into it. Can tell this is not going to be pretty.
Next there's, "Oh! Oh no... where's the rest of my X-Wing Series? There's nine. I only have four!"
Breathe Emily, breathe.
For better or for worse right? :)
Friday, July 11, 2008
- Sixteen squirmy bodies to fit around three tables
- 32 hands wanting to play with the same toy at the same time
- 160 fingers needing wiped after eating Cheeto's for lunch
- Sixteen mats, sixteen sheets, sixteen pillows, sixteen blankets, and sixteen stuffed animals to sort through at nap time.
- Sixteen pudding cups, sixteen spoons, sixteen juices, and roughly 100 mini graham cracker stix at snack
- Sixteen sets of lips needing wiped, resulting from aforementioned pudding cups
- 32 little feet running to gym
- Sixteen sweaty heads needing cooling off after playing outside
- Three fenzied teachers trying to keep it all together
- Sixteen mouths laughing during story time
- Sixteen forearms on which to place the library Catch the Reading Bug tatoos
- Seven little ponytails that kept falling out
- Nine little Power Rangers that got in time out for hitting in gym
- About 67 fights broken out over various colored balls, also in gym
- Fourteen little bodies stuffed inside the play treehouse (5 person limit)
- Fourteen little bodies sat in time out for stuffing inside said play treehouse
- Two little bodies sitting under the shade of a slide, watching fourteen little bodies get in trouble
- At the end of the day, sixteen hugs as I said goodbye for the weekend
How was your Friday?
Thursday, July 10, 2008
You have got to meet this kid! He's one of those boys... how can I explain? When he plays with Legos he doesn't just build an airplane. He builds a Megtron Plane with special web shooters. He even showed me where the button was that deployed said web shooters. And he used the word "deploy."
One day we had some spare time. It was too soon to start something, and we had just cleaned up our toys, so I started winging it. When one little girl asked me what I was doing, Pickles replied, "It's called improvising." As if every 4 year old should know this by now.
Today though, today was my favorite. Anyone recall the 1991 box office hit Hook? Well today I tell Pickles that we can, indeed, read some excerpts from his 3-Minute Read Aloud Winnie the Pooh Storybook. His response?
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
So Dusty and I set out on a new adventure. I searched the compassion website until a little girl from Bangledesh practically leaped off the screen. Her name is Mukti Das, she is three and she is precious. We decided to do it immediately and have signed up to sponser her.
I cannot tell you the feeling I got while scouring through the pages and pages of children who need a sponser. I wished their poverty to vanish, their parents to get regular jobs, their siblings to have clothing. Alas, I cannot do what I would like for the world, but in my circumstances I can do my part. And I think that's all the Lord really asks from us in the first place.
Pray for Mukti. Pray for those in need. Jesus came for the disenfranchised, the sick, the lame, the poor, and the needy. Just because we live in America and have good jobs doesn't mean that we are all too far off from that list ourselves.
Monday, July 7, 2008
As our friendship progressed, we became each other's sounding boards, offering our words of "wisdom" on boys, jobs, college, and family life.
This is my friend, pictured here as Devon Hamilton.
She lives in E-town with her hubs in apartment 2F. We are still sounding boards, and I'm pretty sure we've shared much more than we ever thought we would. I'm so blessed to have a friend around who is married and has been in my very same shoes this time last year.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
My grandma gets this look in her eyes sometimes, one may call it a "gleam" when she's about to say or ask something "inappropriate." It's one of those old lady rebellious looks. It doesn't come about very often; in fact, the last time I saw it was when she asked me if I had bought any lingerie for my wedding night.
So we're sitting in the living room, and she leans in and I see that gleam and only have a few seconds to prepare myself when she whispers into the middle of the room (at me) "I got my ears stapled for weight loss!" Then sits back, folds her arms in her lap, and waits for my reaction.
After swallowing my drink, I yell, "You what?!"
The best part about this is not the my grandmother is experimenting with acupuncture. Nor is it the fact that she is now massaging her temples for 30 seconds six to seven times a day. No, my favorite part about this is that my Papa, having been married to her for over 50 years has yet to notice my grandmother's latest addition.
I'm betting she'll drop 50 pounds before he starts wondering "How you doin' that?"
- Saving Fish From Drowning by Amy Tan
- The Poisonwood Bible by Barabara Kingsolver
- Martin the Warrior by Brian Jacques
- Grendel by John Gardner
- The Silmarillion by Tolkien
- Widow for One Year by John Irving
- The Red Tent by Ann Diamont
Thursday, July 3, 2008
This year I will be in America for the 4th of July. Last year, I was here:
This is me, on top of Mt. Nebo, pointing to the Promised Land. I bet it looks the same now as it did back in the OT, minus the windy paved road.
Last year, I spent the evening with a friend down in Abdoun, eating ice cream, sitting in the middle of a crazy busy traffic circle, watching Arab guys watch Arab girls and trying to take a picture of ourselves both making the number "4" with our hands.
My mom called me tonight. She was sitting on their "usual" spot with their "usual" group at the Kearney fireworks show. She said she missed me and that she wished I was there. Asked if anyone was having any firework shows, if anyone was setting off fireworks.
For you Kearney folk, you know that town is like a stinking war zone on the fourth. A dense haze settles over the town at night after everyone's lights their stuff and you hear left over explosions for days on end. Kentucky... just not that into it I guess. In fact, you have to go over the river into Indiana just to get the "good" fireworks. Go figure.
We'll see how tomorrow goes. But it may end up to be a very nostalgic day indeed. I guess that's a good thing. I don't visit memory land often enough anymore.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
It either says "Salvation of Yah" or "God's Army." At least, that's what he told me. When I asked him if he had studied Hebrew, he replied:
"I didn't study Hebrew... it came to me."
Kid: "Mom, quick! I need you to explain the Laws of Physics!"
Kid: "The Laws of Physics! I neeeed to knoooooow!"
Mom: "What? I don't know them!"
Kid: "Just hurry up and come over here!"
What was he looking at? This charming little fountain of course:
(taken from my phone)
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Me, looking up from my latest read: "Actually, I graduated in May... I just read for fun."
Planning a trip to the Half Price Book Store in The Ville this weekend. Pumped! I have a list front and back of books to look for. Among others are
- Night by Elie Wiesel
- Gilead by Marilyn Robinson
- The Swallows of Kabul by Yasmina Khadra
- The Red Tent by Anita Diamant
- Saving Fish From Drowning by Amy Tam
wish me luck!