there seems to be a new little trend on the internet. people are making lists with 25 things about themselves everywhere i turn.
i decided to put my own twist on this trend.
it is with great pleasure that i bring you...
25 Facts About Texas
1. have you ever heard that phrase "Don't Mess With Texas"? it's awesome, right? it's actually a littering campaign that spun wildly out of control. people came up with it to keep Texas litter free, but over time it has come to mean so much more to me and my people.
2. the king ranch in Texas is bigger than the state of rhode island. (i don't know why, but i feel like saying...and so is your mom. apparently, it's 1995 today).
3. Texas is the only state to enter the united states by treaty instead of territorial annexation. what this means is no one can take us by force.
4. Texas was an independent nation from 1836 to 1845.
5. Austin is considered the live music capital of the world. the world. this is a fact. it's based on the number of live music venues.
6. there is no period after the Dr in Dr Pepper. i did not know this until just now.
7. the first suspension bridge in the united states was the waco bridge. it was built in 1870 and still in use today. what innovation!
8. the capitol dome in Austin stands seven feet higher than the nation's capitol dome in D.C.
9. Texas comes from an indian word tejas meaning friends or allies. this is how you should interpret this information: texans are the friendliest people in the world.
10. the first word spoken on the moon was "Houston."
11. Texas includes 7.4% of the nation's total area.
12. the heisman trophy is named for John William Heisman, the first full-time coach and athletic director at rice university in Houston.
13. Texas is the only state allowed to fly its flag at the same height as the nation's flag. it was part of the annexation treaty...brilliant!
14. the lightning whelk is the official state shell.
15. Texas is the only state to have the flags of 6 different nations fly over it. they are: spain, france, mexico, Republic of Texas, confederate states, and the united states.
16. "The phrase 'everything is bigger in Texas' derives in part from the state's geographic sprawl and the wide open spaces of its desert and prairie regions." - wikipedia. you see, it's not our ego. it's fact.
17. "Historically and culturally, Texas is usually considered part of the American South. However, with its Spanish and Mexican roots it can also be classified as part of the American Southwest. While residents acknowledge these categories, many claim an independent "Texan" identity superseding regional labels." - wikipedia. i think we can all agree that this is also fact. whether you like how we label ourselves or not, we do have our own identity.
18. "On November 22, 1963, in Dallas, Texas, Lee Harvey Oswald assassinated president John F. Kennedy. The Texas Governor, John B. Connally, was also critically injured in the incident but survived. On Air Force One at Dallas's Love Field Airport, Kennedy's vice president, the Texan Lyndon Baines Johnson, swore in as the next president." - wikipedia.
19. Texas has a plural executive branch system which limits the power of the governor. except for the secretary of state, voters elect executive officers independently making candidates directly answerable to the public, not the governor.
20. el paso is closer to california than it is to dallas. because Texas is so big.
21. the capitol building is made with pink granite. i'm pretty sure you can only use it in Texas.
22. in Texas, it is illegal to put graffiti on someone else's cow. that's just common decency, folks.
23. according to newspaper accounts, the first powered airplane was flown in Texas nearly forty years before the wright brothers version in 1903. inventor-pilot jacob brodbeck powered the plane with coil springs and reached treetop heights before crashing into a henhouse killing several chickens and scaring many children in 1865.
24. Davy Crockett had another distinction in Texas, besides dying at the alamo. he also served three terms as a congressman in tennessee. before leaving he informed his peers, "You all can go to hell. I am going to Texas."
25. the state song is "Texas, Our Texas."
Texas, Our Texas! all hail the mighty State!
Texas, Our Texas! so wonderful so great!
Boldest and grandest, withstanding ev'ry test
O Empire wide and glorious, you stand supremely blest.
Texas, O Texas! your freeborn single star,
Sends out its radiance to nations near and far,
Emblem of Freedom! it set our hearts aglow,
With thoughts of San Jacinto and glorious Alamo.
Texas, dear Texas! from tyrant grip now free,
Shines forth in splendor, your star of destiny!
Mother of heroes, we come your children true,
Proclaiming our allegiance, our faith, our love for you.
God bless you Texas! And keep you brave and strong,
That you may grow in power and worth, throughout the ages long.
God bless you Texas! And keep you brave and strong,
That you may grow in power and worth, throughout the ages long.
information for this list was found in my mind, and also here and here.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
wicked.
i had an incredible dream last night.
normally my dreams are incredible in a funny way. a random combination of meaningless parts of my day.
but last night it was incredible in a revealing kind of way.
here we go: (this won't seem incredible until i interpret it for you)
i dreamed that i was in the olympics. i was playing a team sport. i suck at sports in real life, and i did in my dream too. it was like volleyball, except we were playing with a tennis ball. as if that wasn't hard enough, more than one ball was in play at once. dozens, actually. it was really hard to make contact with those little tennis balls, and there were a lot flying at us. and to make matters worse, sometimes we'd hit them too hard and they'd get little holes in them. so someone had to run around the court sorting the balls into "good" and "bad" piles, and still be playing the game at the same time. that someone was me. and then after a couple sets, the other team (i think they were german...seriously...) decided they were going to take a break from the game. they felt like getting some lunch and resting. but we weren't able to do that for some reason. we had to stay and wait for them to come back. so they left and came back refreshed and ready to play, but we were still exhausted.
oh.
my.
gosh.
this is my life! THIS IS MY LIFE! i'm serious.
that is exactly how i feel at work. i feel like i'm doing something that i'm bad at. i'm not an athlete, and try as i may...i am not good at sports. the coordination is not there. i feel that inadequate at work. so on top of completely sucking at my job, i am being asked to do something really hard. like playing volleyball with tennis balls. but i'm not just being asked to do one hard thing, i'm being asked to do a lot of hard things at once. and on top of all of that, i feel like i'm having to run around doing a million things while having to do all of those hard things. i get a lot of work dumped on me that isn't actually my job. so other people aren't feeling overwhelmed because they aren't working as hard. they leave early, and i stay late. (actually, i have to stay late, because they leave early.)i spend half an hour cleaning my room, and they want me to clean theirs too. and on, and on, and on. one tennis ball after another, flying at me.
this dream does not make me feel better or worse...i just thought it was incredible for my mind to do that. it depicted how i feel ...really accurately. i don't think i could explain it any better.
but i also realize that just because i feel like i'm working harder, doesn't mean i actually am. there are definately circumstances when i'm doing other people's work, no doubt about it, but feelings and reality do not always coincide. i'm sure there are times when i'm feeling taken advantage of, when i'm not. there's definately room for error on my part...and going to the tim keller lecture the other night was really good for me. i'm sure you can even hear the pride in my heart coming out through that dream.
and i know that my coworkers are feeling some of the same stress as me in some areas, especially pertaining to...management.
also, when the germans came back....for some reason, they were dressed as characters from the wizard of oz.
i have no idea how to deconstruct that.
normally my dreams are incredible in a funny way. a random combination of meaningless parts of my day.
but last night it was incredible in a revealing kind of way.
here we go: (this won't seem incredible until i interpret it for you)
i dreamed that i was in the olympics. i was playing a team sport. i suck at sports in real life, and i did in my dream too. it was like volleyball, except we were playing with a tennis ball. as if that wasn't hard enough, more than one ball was in play at once. dozens, actually. it was really hard to make contact with those little tennis balls, and there were a lot flying at us. and to make matters worse, sometimes we'd hit them too hard and they'd get little holes in them. so someone had to run around the court sorting the balls into "good" and "bad" piles, and still be playing the game at the same time. that someone was me. and then after a couple sets, the other team (i think they were german...seriously...) decided they were going to take a break from the game. they felt like getting some lunch and resting. but we weren't able to do that for some reason. we had to stay and wait for them to come back. so they left and came back refreshed and ready to play, but we were still exhausted.
oh.
my.
gosh.
this is my life! THIS IS MY LIFE! i'm serious.
that is exactly how i feel at work. i feel like i'm doing something that i'm bad at. i'm not an athlete, and try as i may...i am not good at sports. the coordination is not there. i feel that inadequate at work. so on top of completely sucking at my job, i am being asked to do something really hard. like playing volleyball with tennis balls. but i'm not just being asked to do one hard thing, i'm being asked to do a lot of hard things at once. and on top of all of that, i feel like i'm having to run around doing a million things while having to do all of those hard things. i get a lot of work dumped on me that isn't actually my job. so other people aren't feeling overwhelmed because they aren't working as hard. they leave early, and i stay late. (actually, i have to stay late, because they leave early.)i spend half an hour cleaning my room, and they want me to clean theirs too. and on, and on, and on. one tennis ball after another, flying at me.
this dream does not make me feel better or worse...i just thought it was incredible for my mind to do that. it depicted how i feel ...really accurately. i don't think i could explain it any better.
but i also realize that just because i feel like i'm working harder, doesn't mean i actually am. there are definately circumstances when i'm doing other people's work, no doubt about it, but feelings and reality do not always coincide. i'm sure there are times when i'm feeling taken advantage of, when i'm not. there's definately room for error on my part...and going to the tim keller lecture the other night was really good for me. i'm sure you can even hear the pride in my heart coming out through that dream.
and i know that my coworkers are feeling some of the same stress as me in some areas, especially pertaining to...management.
also, when the germans came back....for some reason, they were dressed as characters from the wizard of oz.
i have no idea how to deconstruct that.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
the longest conversation i had today:
little girl: what you doin' allison?
me: taking you over there to change your diaper.
little girl: what you doin'?
me: taking your diaper off.
little girl: what you doin'?
me: i don't want to talk about this part.
little girl: what you doin'?
putting a new diaper on.
what you doin'?
pulling your tights up.
what you doin'?
pushing your sleeves up.
what you doin'?
washing your hands.
what you doin'?
go play. now.
she's going through a phase called "i am two years old."
it's better than a phase another kid in my class is going through. that one is called "i like to strangle people."
me: taking you over there to change your diaper.
little girl: what you doin'?
me: taking your diaper off.
little girl: what you doin'?
me: i don't want to talk about this part.
little girl: what you doin'?
putting a new diaper on.
what you doin'?
pulling your tights up.
what you doin'?
pushing your sleeves up.
what you doin'?
washing your hands.
what you doin'?
go play. now.
she's going through a phase called "i am two years old."
it's better than a phase another kid in my class is going through. that one is called "i like to strangle people."
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
the art of seduction.
kids are funny, sometimes.
today at school:
one of the girls came in wearing the cutest jacket i've ever seen. she didn't want to take it off, and i couldn't blame her. even 2 year old girls want to look good.
one of the boys saw her, and felt she was looking pretty cute. he walked up to her, and just stood there...staring. seriously. he is years away from knowing how to "play it cool." he was gawking. and then, unable to resist the temptation any longer, he reached out...and began to stroke her hair.
so young. so innocent.
so real.
that's the thing with kids. they don't mess around. if they're mad, they scream at you. if they're hungry, they take your food. if they think you're pretty...they just stare. such freedom!
today at school:
one of the girls came in wearing the cutest jacket i've ever seen. she didn't want to take it off, and i couldn't blame her. even 2 year old girls want to look good.
one of the boys saw her, and felt she was looking pretty cute. he walked up to her, and just stood there...staring. seriously. he is years away from knowing how to "play it cool." he was gawking. and then, unable to resist the temptation any longer, he reached out...and began to stroke her hair.
so young. so innocent.
so real.
that's the thing with kids. they don't mess around. if they're mad, they scream at you. if they're hungry, they take your food. if they think you're pretty...they just stare. such freedom!
i don't see dead people.
so the other day i felt like looking up what the "signs of a mental breakdown" are, because i feel like i'm on the verge of one.
all i'm missing is...
- seeing people that aren't there
- hearing voices
- daydreaming about killing or harming people
honest thoughts:
i am overwhelmed.
i am weary.
i am learning a lot about myself, and my need for community.
i am so glad i'm not having a real mental breakdown. because let's be honest, real people give me enough trouble. i don't need pretend people shaking things up.
all i'm missing is...
- seeing people that aren't there
- hearing voices
- daydreaming about killing or harming people
honest thoughts:
i am overwhelmed.
i am weary.
i am learning a lot about myself, and my need for community.
i am so glad i'm not having a real mental breakdown. because let's be honest, real people give me enough trouble. i don't need pretend people shaking things up.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
fly, you fools.
i've finished watching the first two movies, and i'm about to fix dinner and watch "the return of the king."
while watching the first one, i remembered something.
when i took speech as a freshman in college, i totally did my "biography" speech on bilbo baggins.
i know, i am so cool.
i just looked up the outline on my computer. (yes i still have all those files saved...for times like these!)
i remember that i opened the speech by playing a clip from the first movie, of bilbo leaving the ring with gandalf. but i had forgotten that i chose to do the speech on bilbo, instead of a main character, because the movies don't explain how bilbo got the ring. so that's what my speech was about...bilbo's history of adventures (as told in the hobbit), and how he got the ring. and a lot of facts about hobbits that i found interesting, that i felt should enhance everyone's enjoyment of the movies.
it's also funny, because one point on my outline says to "recite the lord of the rings poem from memory."
oh. my. gosh.
i did that.
i got a B.
speech was actually one of my favorite classes. my professor was great, and i thought it was fun to be able to talk about whatever i wanted, uninterrupted, for 5-15 minutes.
people interrupt me a lot.
anyway, here's a quote from "the two towers." i think it summarizes the moral of the stories pretty well. one of the morals. because there's so much going on!
i'm not going to talk about how every single character in this movie is incredibly complex, or about how the fight scenes make me want to learn how to sword fight, or about how i wish i had pretty elf dresses to wear, or about how i wish i owned the scores to each movie, or about how i kind of want to marry every single male character in this movie (under the age of 30...ok, 45...)...etc.
you're welcome.
"Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for."
while watching the first one, i remembered something.
when i took speech as a freshman in college, i totally did my "biography" speech on bilbo baggins.
i know, i am so cool.
i just looked up the outline on my computer. (yes i still have all those files saved...for times like these!)
i remember that i opened the speech by playing a clip from the first movie, of bilbo leaving the ring with gandalf. but i had forgotten that i chose to do the speech on bilbo, instead of a main character, because the movies don't explain how bilbo got the ring. so that's what my speech was about...bilbo's history of adventures (as told in the hobbit), and how he got the ring. and a lot of facts about hobbits that i found interesting, that i felt should enhance everyone's enjoyment of the movies.
it's also funny, because one point on my outline says to "recite the lord of the rings poem from memory."
oh. my. gosh.
i did that.
i got a B.
speech was actually one of my favorite classes. my professor was great, and i thought it was fun to be able to talk about whatever i wanted, uninterrupted, for 5-15 minutes.
people interrupt me a lot.
anyway, here's a quote from "the two towers." i think it summarizes the moral of the stories pretty well. one of the morals. because there's so much going on!
i'm not going to talk about how every single character in this movie is incredibly complex, or about how the fight scenes make me want to learn how to sword fight, or about how i wish i had pretty elf dresses to wear, or about how i wish i owned the scores to each movie, or about how i kind of want to marry every single male character in this movie (under the age of 30...ok, 45...)...etc.
you're welcome.
"Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for."
Friday, January 23, 2009
green means go.
it's not that i had any doubts about my plans for tomorrow (watching the lord of the rings trilogy...)
but it was nice for my decision to be confirmed today.
i watched "the office" online. my favorite show. and dwight made an LOTR reference.
this matter is settled.
but it was nice for my decision to be confirmed today.
i watched "the office" online. my favorite show. and dwight made an LOTR reference.
this matter is settled.
i feel like a frog in a pot of boiling water.
i noticed that gas "spiked" to $1.83 a gallon in my area today.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
wash, wash, wash your hands.
my day was intense for two reasons:
1) we are being evaluated by the state at work in a month. so today we had a mock evaluation. which meant my boss was in the classroom with us for 4 hours. scrutinizing everything we did. four hours. she was in her happy place. i was not.
2)i voted in the special election! it felt so good. i'm a registered voter, so there's no reason to only vote in the presidental election every four years, right? especially since he doesn't really do as much as people think...but that's another topic, for another time. anyway, this issue of "english only" seemed really important to me. so i voted. and when i read the sample ballot, it made me want to cry. "No person shall have a right to government services in any other language."
what does speaking english have to do with anything.
to put it in better terms: what does it have to do with the Kingdom of God?
absolutely nothing.
and i know our government isn't Christian, but i vote as one.
it's mind-boggling how someone would devote so much time, energy, and money to getting this amendment ratified. think of all that could have been done for real injustice in this city.
1) we are being evaluated by the state at work in a month. so today we had a mock evaluation. which meant my boss was in the classroom with us for 4 hours. scrutinizing everything we did. four hours. she was in her happy place. i was not.
2)i voted in the special election! it felt so good. i'm a registered voter, so there's no reason to only vote in the presidental election every four years, right? especially since he doesn't really do as much as people think...but that's another topic, for another time. anyway, this issue of "english only" seemed really important to me. so i voted. and when i read the sample ballot, it made me want to cry. "No person shall have a right to government services in any other language."
what does speaking english have to do with anything.
to put it in better terms: what does it have to do with the Kingdom of God?
absolutely nothing.
and i know our government isn't Christian, but i vote as one.
it's mind-boggling how someone would devote so much time, energy, and money to getting this amendment ratified. think of all that could have been done for real injustice in this city.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
serious face.
you have a choice today. two blogs posts from me, in one day. one serious. one ridiculous.
what are you in the mood for?
this one is serious.
my job is destroying me. at least i feel like it is. there are so many reasons why, but i'm not going to get into that.
this past week in church, my pastor said something that i was really thankful for. i get the feeling that people are waiting for me to "get over" the fact that my job sucks. and that's ok. i know it's because you want me to be happy at work, because i'm there 50 hours a week. but my job isn't going to get better, and there's no reason for me to expect it to.
optimism is not a Christian perspective.
at least not when you're looking to a situation in your life, and trying to find some golden nugget of goodness to make yourself feel better. we live in a broken world. i am a sinner, and i work for and with sinful people.
the hope that i have comes from looking to Christ. it does not come from looking at my job, and thinking "maybe it's not so bad." it is so bad.
i was also reminded that pessimism isn't very Christian either.
today while i was taking a shower (for some reason the time of day when i have my deepest thoughts...), i remembered three good things about my current situation.
1) i made twice as much money as i did last year. God has provided the amount of money i need to pay my bills. i can't afford a new car. i can't afford to save much. but i'm so grateful to not be asking my parents for money anymore.
2) i am learning about what kind of work environment i hate. this is good because in my next interviews, i will be able to ask better questions before accepting a job that destroys me.
3) i am learning the depths of my sinfulness. if i didn't have this job, i would still be thinking i'm pretty awesome. i mean i've always known i'm not the best person ever, but i thought i had pretty good control of some certain sins in my life. as it turns out, i do not. i have a lot of pride. i don't like being talked town to, i don't like being pushed around by coworkers. some days i choose to demand "my rights" instead of letting them have their way. some days, actually every day now, i see that it's more important for me to be right, than it is to just let things go.
it's interesting how often i have to repent because of a bad attitude that actually comes from me being in the right. apparently, God is more concerned with making me more like Christ than He is about me being right.
today i had to remember that this is what's more important to me too.
it's a really bad environment. it's draining me mentally, emotionally, physically, and spiritually.
if you ask me how work is, you're never going to hear a positive thought. i am trying to accept this, and i need you to do that too. if you ask me how my life is...that's different! there are so many things i can smile about.
but i cannot put a pretend positive spin on work. if you have asked me about my job in the past 9 months, and i have said it's "fine" or anything good like that...i was not telling you the truth. because nobody wants to hear the truth.
i struggle daily in so many ways. and sometimes it's so hard to wind down from work, that it's hard for me to see clearly how God is working in this situation. but today i see it clearly. and i wanted to make a note of it.
now go read my post about sexy mythical creatures.
what are you in the mood for?
this one is serious.
my job is destroying me. at least i feel like it is. there are so many reasons why, but i'm not going to get into that.
this past week in church, my pastor said something that i was really thankful for. i get the feeling that people are waiting for me to "get over" the fact that my job sucks. and that's ok. i know it's because you want me to be happy at work, because i'm there 50 hours a week. but my job isn't going to get better, and there's no reason for me to expect it to.
optimism is not a Christian perspective.
at least not when you're looking to a situation in your life, and trying to find some golden nugget of goodness to make yourself feel better. we live in a broken world. i am a sinner, and i work for and with sinful people.
the hope that i have comes from looking to Christ. it does not come from looking at my job, and thinking "maybe it's not so bad." it is so bad.
i was also reminded that pessimism isn't very Christian either.
today while i was taking a shower (for some reason the time of day when i have my deepest thoughts...), i remembered three good things about my current situation.
1) i made twice as much money as i did last year. God has provided the amount of money i need to pay my bills. i can't afford a new car. i can't afford to save much. but i'm so grateful to not be asking my parents for money anymore.
2) i am learning about what kind of work environment i hate. this is good because in my next interviews, i will be able to ask better questions before accepting a job that destroys me.
3) i am learning the depths of my sinfulness. if i didn't have this job, i would still be thinking i'm pretty awesome. i mean i've always known i'm not the best person ever, but i thought i had pretty good control of some certain sins in my life. as it turns out, i do not. i have a lot of pride. i don't like being talked town to, i don't like being pushed around by coworkers. some days i choose to demand "my rights" instead of letting them have their way. some days, actually every day now, i see that it's more important for me to be right, than it is to just let things go.
it's interesting how often i have to repent because of a bad attitude that actually comes from me being in the right. apparently, God is more concerned with making me more like Christ than He is about me being right.
today i had to remember that this is what's more important to me too.
it's a really bad environment. it's draining me mentally, emotionally, physically, and spiritually.
if you ask me how work is, you're never going to hear a positive thought. i am trying to accept this, and i need you to do that too. if you ask me how my life is...that's different! there are so many things i can smile about.
but i cannot put a pretend positive spin on work. if you have asked me about my job in the past 9 months, and i have said it's "fine" or anything good like that...i was not telling you the truth. because nobody wants to hear the truth.
i struggle daily in so many ways. and sometimes it's so hard to wind down from work, that it's hard for me to see clearly how God is working in this situation. but today i see it clearly. and i wanted to make a note of it.
now go read my post about sexy mythical creatures.
how to make the most of a saturday.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
do you recognize that? tell me you do.
this past weekend while sitting in church, i was reminded of a goal/dream that i have for myself. one that i am going to fulfill on saturday.
i am going to watch the lord of the rings trilogy. all three. in a row. in one day. i have been wanting to do this for a really long time, but i never have.
they're my favorite movies, and some of my favorite books.
if you haven't read the books, you are missing so much.
i saw each movie 2 or 3 times in the theater. so once they were all out on dvd, i wasn't feeling up to watching them all in a row. but the past couple sundays in church...my pastor has made a passing reference to them. i know it's ridiculous that this is what i'm choosing to apply to my life.
i'm really excited about this. i would invite people to join me...but i know you'd all start whining after the first movie. i'm pretty serious about this. i'll take some bathroom breaks, and fix myself a meal in the middle of the day. and i have some activities planned for myself, so that i won't just be laying on a couch all day.
for example:
one time i went to borders, and took a look at the clearance section. and they had a book of lord of the rings puzzles on sale for $7. yes. i bought it. so i'm going to be working lord of the rings puzzles while watching lord of the rings.
i know. it sounds lazy. it sounds insane. but my weekdays are pretty terrible right now. i need some entertainment. i need some relaxation. i need to escape. to middle earth.
don't try and talk me out of it. i'll bite your finger off.
i wish i knew some elvish.
"Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie."
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
do you recognize that? tell me you do.
this past weekend while sitting in church, i was reminded of a goal/dream that i have for myself. one that i am going to fulfill on saturday.
i am going to watch the lord of the rings trilogy. all three. in a row. in one day. i have been wanting to do this for a really long time, but i never have.
they're my favorite movies, and some of my favorite books.
if you haven't read the books, you are missing so much.
i saw each movie 2 or 3 times in the theater. so once they were all out on dvd, i wasn't feeling up to watching them all in a row. but the past couple sundays in church...my pastor has made a passing reference to them. i know it's ridiculous that this is what i'm choosing to apply to my life.
i'm really excited about this. i would invite people to join me...but i know you'd all start whining after the first movie. i'm pretty serious about this. i'll take some bathroom breaks, and fix myself a meal in the middle of the day. and i have some activities planned for myself, so that i won't just be laying on a couch all day.
for example:
one time i went to borders, and took a look at the clearance section. and they had a book of lord of the rings puzzles on sale for $7. yes. i bought it. so i'm going to be working lord of the rings puzzles while watching lord of the rings.
i know. it sounds lazy. it sounds insane. but my weekdays are pretty terrible right now. i need some entertainment. i need some relaxation. i need to escape. to middle earth.
don't try and talk me out of it. i'll bite your finger off.
i wish i knew some elvish.
"Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie."
Monday, January 19, 2009
i ignore emotion.
i just finished reading one of my new books!
unchristian:
what a new generation really things about christianity
...and why it matters
hm. i never noticed the ridiculously long subtitle.
i liked it a lot. (is that how a 4th grader writes a book report?)
this company did some marketing research over a period of 3 years. they conducted surveys, and interviews, and all kinds of neato stuff. this book is the data they collected.
DATA.
it was so interesting to read. this was not a book of what some author thinks. it wasn't a self-help guide to being a good Christian. they asked people questions, and told us what people think of Christians.
people don't like Christians.
and the first "Christian" response to this finding, in my opinion, is probably...
"that's just because they don't want to admit they're sinners in need of a Savior. if you aren't being persecuted, you're doing something wrong!"
"we" tend to feel kind of good about the fact that people hate us sometimes. because we know we're right, or something. because we know God wins.
but there's a difference between being persecuted or mocked because people are just being ignorant, and won't own up to the fact that they're sinners...and people rejecting Christ, because Christians are jerks. even if they're wrong about us, even if deep down inside we are loving...that's not what they see. their first response to the question "what words would you use to describe Christians?" is...hypocritical and judgmental. even if they're being dramatic because they just don't want to be a Christian...the fact that a significant number of people respond that way...matters. they aren't saying "Christians are stupid to believe that. Christians are naive." they're saying "i don't feel loved by Christians." that's a problem.
and that's what the book is about.
read it.
unchristian:
what a new generation really things about christianity
...and why it matters
hm. i never noticed the ridiculously long subtitle.
i liked it a lot. (is that how a 4th grader writes a book report?)
this company did some marketing research over a period of 3 years. they conducted surveys, and interviews, and all kinds of neato stuff. this book is the data they collected.
DATA.
it was so interesting to read. this was not a book of what some author thinks. it wasn't a self-help guide to being a good Christian. they asked people questions, and told us what people think of Christians.
people don't like Christians.
and the first "Christian" response to this finding, in my opinion, is probably...
"that's just because they don't want to admit they're sinners in need of a Savior. if you aren't being persecuted, you're doing something wrong!"
"we" tend to feel kind of good about the fact that people hate us sometimes. because we know we're right, or something. because we know God wins.
but there's a difference between being persecuted or mocked because people are just being ignorant, and won't own up to the fact that they're sinners...and people rejecting Christ, because Christians are jerks. even if they're wrong about us, even if deep down inside we are loving...that's not what they see. their first response to the question "what words would you use to describe Christians?" is...hypocritical and judgmental. even if they're being dramatic because they just don't want to be a Christian...the fact that a significant number of people respond that way...matters. they aren't saying "Christians are stupid to believe that. Christians are naive." they're saying "i don't feel loved by Christians." that's a problem.
and that's what the book is about.
read it.
Friday, January 16, 2009
no thanks.
when people grow up in the Church, they tend to read the same passages over and over again.
we know the stories. we know the verses.
and somehow...we miss things.
i'm not just talking about spiritual or insightful things, although we do kind of suck in that department at times.
i was reading some exodus today. when you hear the name "moses" what do you think of?
baby in a basket.
prince of egypt.
10 plagues.
let my people go.
well, check out his heritage:
exodus 6:20
Amram married his father's sister Jochebed, who bore him Aaron and Moses. Amram lived 137 years.
that's kinda...
um...
gross.
i'm just hoping they were about the same age. you know how those Israelites were...(?) your brother could be 70 when you were 5, so maybe, MAYBE...they were close in age. but still. dude. that's your aunt.
and that's how we got moses.
God has some strange ways.
allison's biblical commentary. do you think it would sell?
we know the stories. we know the verses.
and somehow...we miss things.
i'm not just talking about spiritual or insightful things, although we do kind of suck in that department at times.
i was reading some exodus today. when you hear the name "moses" what do you think of?
baby in a basket.
prince of egypt.
10 plagues.
let my people go.
well, check out his heritage:
exodus 6:20
Amram married his father's sister Jochebed, who bore him Aaron and Moses. Amram lived 137 years.
that's kinda...
um...
gross.
i'm just hoping they were about the same age. you know how those Israelites were...(?) your brother could be 70 when you were 5, so maybe, MAYBE...they were close in age. but still. dude. that's your aunt.
and that's how we got moses.
God has some strange ways.
allison's biblical commentary. do you think it would sell?
Thursday, January 15, 2009
the highlight of my day:
went to dinner with a friend.
wore my texas a&m sweatshirt.
felt warm and happy.
had a stranger yell "gig em aggies!" at me in the parking lot.
gave them a thumbs up.
which, if you didn't know, is the appropriate response.
wore my texas a&m sweatshirt.
felt warm and happy.
had a stranger yell "gig em aggies!" at me in the parking lot.
gave them a thumbs up.
which, if you didn't know, is the appropriate response.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
today's bit 'o' random:
today i got a postcard in the mail.
the front has a picture of the parthenon. not nashville's parthenon, THE parthenon.
someone scribbled "wrong address" on it.
it is a postcard, mailed to my best friend (who lived here before me). it is from her mom and sister.
who went to greece...
a year and a half ago.
the front has a picture of the parthenon. not nashville's parthenon, THE parthenon.
someone scribbled "wrong address" on it.
it is a postcard, mailed to my best friend (who lived here before me). it is from her mom and sister.
who went to greece...
a year and a half ago.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
hebetude.
i...
um...
had a really bad week...
the only descriptive words coming to mind are profane.
a few months ago i was out to dinner with people, and one of them asked "are you at your breaking point yet?" and i said no. and i remember wondering what that would even feel or look like.
well, i'm there.
i can't describe it without those words...i just can't. not even with the aid of my word-a-day calendar.
so i'm at my "breaking point" and i'm stuck there, because there's nothing i can do. it's NOT AWESOME. i'm just...breaking.
anyway,
normally when i get off work, i require a period of silence to unwind. because of all the screaming children. a couple times this week i turned on, um, Christian radio. i needed something that wouldn't feed the madness. and there were a couple songs that were...appropriate.
the fun/weird part was that one of them is by a guy that i went to belmont with. it's josh wilson. the song is "savior, please." and there's another one that came on by a cheesy band with a queer name. it's "hold" by superchick. groan.
two videos. a TINY GLIMPSE into my current mental state.
here's something i'm working through:
God has never promised me a life of comfort or ease. He has never guaranteed that i will get along with my coworkers, or that my boss will be reasonable. i'm just glad i have other promises to get me through whatever it is i'm going through.
(watching the superchick video was funny. i started out thinking "whoever made this is seriously disturbed. or maybe just extremely emo. these images are weird." and then eventually, "this captures the breaking point perfectly. this person is a genius." so, i don't know what that means for me, but i don't think it's good...)
um...
had a really bad week...
the only descriptive words coming to mind are profane.
a few months ago i was out to dinner with people, and one of them asked "are you at your breaking point yet?" and i said no. and i remember wondering what that would even feel or look like.
well, i'm there.
i can't describe it without those words...i just can't. not even with the aid of my word-a-day calendar.
so i'm at my "breaking point" and i'm stuck there, because there's nothing i can do. it's NOT AWESOME. i'm just...breaking.
anyway,
normally when i get off work, i require a period of silence to unwind. because of all the screaming children. a couple times this week i turned on, um, Christian radio. i needed something that wouldn't feed the madness. and there were a couple songs that were...appropriate.
the fun/weird part was that one of them is by a guy that i went to belmont with. it's josh wilson. the song is "savior, please." and there's another one that came on by a cheesy band with a queer name. it's "hold" by superchick. groan.
two videos. a TINY GLIMPSE into my current mental state.
here's something i'm working through:
God has never promised me a life of comfort or ease. He has never guaranteed that i will get along with my coworkers, or that my boss will be reasonable. i'm just glad i have other promises to get me through whatever it is i'm going through.
(watching the superchick video was funny. i started out thinking "whoever made this is seriously disturbed. or maybe just extremely emo. these images are weird." and then eventually, "this captures the breaking point perfectly. this person is a genius." so, i don't know what that means for me, but i don't think it's good...)
Thursday, January 8, 2009
two.
i got some DVDs for Christmas and i've been watching them nonstop.
some quotes:
(at thanksgiving dinner)
luke: we should give thanks that we aren't native americans who had our land stolen in exchange for smallpox-infested blankets.
emily: we just bought a chair that's a hundred years old! you can't sit in it.
richard: it is one of the great pleasures of my life to surround you with things you'll never use. i'm never happier than when we're standing in the corner, staring at our furniture.
lorelai: i'm just saying, sometimes eating a walnut is preferred to being hacked to death or set on fire during dinner.
richard: i have yet to see the day when the knowledge of the inner workings of a frog's intestines is of use to me as an insurance salesman.
rory: do something to make me hate you!
lorelai: umm...go hitler?
lane: the very concept of childbirth is vaguely disturbing.
rory: yeah. kids are cool and all, but getting there seems like a big cosmic joke.
lane: definitely thought up by a man.
rory: my mom said that when she told me where babies come from.
lane: my mom still hasn't told me. when my cousin got pregnant, she said it's because an angel brushed its wings against her face.
i could go on and on.
and, oh yeah, that's gilmore girls.
i decided not to open with that fact, because skeptics (see: mostly boys) are turned off because the word "girls" is in the title. but, you laughed at those quotes. i know you did.
some quotes:
(at thanksgiving dinner)
luke: we should give thanks that we aren't native americans who had our land stolen in exchange for smallpox-infested blankets.
emily: we just bought a chair that's a hundred years old! you can't sit in it.
richard: it is one of the great pleasures of my life to surround you with things you'll never use. i'm never happier than when we're standing in the corner, staring at our furniture.
lorelai: i'm just saying, sometimes eating a walnut is preferred to being hacked to death or set on fire during dinner.
richard: i have yet to see the day when the knowledge of the inner workings of a frog's intestines is of use to me as an insurance salesman.
rory: do something to make me hate you!
lorelai: umm...go hitler?
lane: the very concept of childbirth is vaguely disturbing.
rory: yeah. kids are cool and all, but getting there seems like a big cosmic joke.
lane: definitely thought up by a man.
rory: my mom said that when she told me where babies come from.
lane: my mom still hasn't told me. when my cousin got pregnant, she said it's because an angel brushed its wings against her face.
i could go on and on.
and, oh yeah, that's gilmore girls.
i decided not to open with that fact, because skeptics (see: mostly boys) are turned off because the word "girls" is in the title. but, you laughed at those quotes. i know you did.
rock-a-bye baby.
dads are funny.
they don't quite know how to parent their children. they break the rules. they disregard structure. they come up with really strange solutions to child-rearing problems.
today, one of the moms told me a funny story about a kid in my class. apparently, when she left school on tuesday, her dad picked her up. and she fell asleep in the car as soon as they left the parking lot. when they got home, the dad was afraid to wake her up. he didn't want her to freak out and cry a lot. instead of taking that risk, he...left her in the car. with a window cracked so she could breathe. and he made dinner. while she slept in the car.
what.
it made me think of my dad. he never did anything like that. but things were different when mom was gone. one memory that really stands out is when he used to rock me to sleep. that sounds awesome, right? it was. pretty much the best feeling ever. and it doesn't sound like a problem, does it? it was. my mom would be gone at night sometimes...i can't remember why. i guess she was helping at church or something. and when she was gone, we knew we'd be getting rocked to sleep by daddy. i think we only did it when she was gone, but i'm not positive. i just have very vivid memories of hearing her car pull into the driveway, and then sprinting to the bedroom and pretending to be asleep. my mom didn't want us staying up late, or getting out of bed after they put us to sleep. that's why we had to hide it from her. we had a way of getting out of bed and charming dad into rocking us, just so we could stay up later. she saw right through us. so it had to be a secret.
it probably wasn't. she probably knew. but how mad could she get? can you think of anything more precious than him rocking us to sleep, and us begging him to do it?
dads are funny.
they don't quite know how to parent their children. they break the rules. they disregard structure. they come up with really strange solutions to child-rearing problems.
today, one of the moms told me a funny story about a kid in my class. apparently, when she left school on tuesday, her dad picked her up. and she fell asleep in the car as soon as they left the parking lot. when they got home, the dad was afraid to wake her up. he didn't want her to freak out and cry a lot. instead of taking that risk, he...left her in the car. with a window cracked so she could breathe. and he made dinner. while she slept in the car.
what.
it made me think of my dad. he never did anything like that. but things were different when mom was gone. one memory that really stands out is when he used to rock me to sleep. that sounds awesome, right? it was. pretty much the best feeling ever. and it doesn't sound like a problem, does it? it was. my mom would be gone at night sometimes...i can't remember why. i guess she was helping at church or something. and when she was gone, we knew we'd be getting rocked to sleep by daddy. i think we only did it when she was gone, but i'm not positive. i just have very vivid memories of hearing her car pull into the driveway, and then sprinting to the bedroom and pretending to be asleep. my mom didn't want us staying up late, or getting out of bed after they put us to sleep. that's why we had to hide it from her. we had a way of getting out of bed and charming dad into rocking us, just so we could stay up later. she saw right through us. so it had to be a secret.
it probably wasn't. she probably knew. but how mad could she get? can you think of anything more precious than him rocking us to sleep, and us begging him to do it?
dads are funny.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
cheerios.
i am not a morning person, and i'm not just saying that.
the proof:
1) this morning i felt chilly, so i decided to wear an extra t-shirt under my work shirt. i got to work, and then started to take my jacket off. it was then that i discovered i had forgotten to put my actual work shirt on.
2) i had a letter to stick in the mail a few days ago. so i put it directly in front of my door, so that i couldn't miss it on my way out. i have to do those sorts of things, because i know i don't function well in the morning. everything has to be set out the night before. breakfast on the counter, lunch prepared in the fridge...everything. i put the letter in front of the door, so i wouldn't miss it. and i didn't miss it. i grabbed it, and patted myself on the back in my mind (?), and walked out the door. and straight to my car without putting it in my mailbox. i realized it later when i got back in my car and saw the envelope sitting on my passenger seat.
3) i think i've mentioned this one before, but it's worth repeating. i went to a concert a few months ago. so i was out later than usual. i still had to get up at 6am to get ready for work. it was worth it. BUT...the next morning, i was feeling ambitious and decided to make cereal. usually i'll just grab a bagel or pop tart or something that doesn't require assembly. big mistake. i spilled the cereal all over the front of myself. and when i got back from work that day, i discovered i had also put the milk on top of the fridge. so it was ruined. that's ok, because i laughed at myself.
i mean, it's funny, right? if it's too early, i can't feed myself or dress myself. there was another time i went to work with my shirt on inside out. awesome.
you know how heaven exists outside of time?
i think it's always 6am in hell.
the proof:
1) this morning i felt chilly, so i decided to wear an extra t-shirt under my work shirt. i got to work, and then started to take my jacket off. it was then that i discovered i had forgotten to put my actual work shirt on.
2) i had a letter to stick in the mail a few days ago. so i put it directly in front of my door, so that i couldn't miss it on my way out. i have to do those sorts of things, because i know i don't function well in the morning. everything has to be set out the night before. breakfast on the counter, lunch prepared in the fridge...everything. i put the letter in front of the door, so i wouldn't miss it. and i didn't miss it. i grabbed it, and patted myself on the back in my mind (?), and walked out the door. and straight to my car without putting it in my mailbox. i realized it later when i got back in my car and saw the envelope sitting on my passenger seat.
3) i think i've mentioned this one before, but it's worth repeating. i went to a concert a few months ago. so i was out later than usual. i still had to get up at 6am to get ready for work. it was worth it. BUT...the next morning, i was feeling ambitious and decided to make cereal. usually i'll just grab a bagel or pop tart or something that doesn't require assembly. big mistake. i spilled the cereal all over the front of myself. and when i got back from work that day, i discovered i had also put the milk on top of the fridge. so it was ruined. that's ok, because i laughed at myself.
i mean, it's funny, right? if it's too early, i can't feed myself or dress myself. there was another time i went to work with my shirt on inside out. awesome.
you know how heaven exists outside of time?
i think it's always 6am in hell.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
epiphany
"When her cupcakes sold out in minutes at the bake sale, Janet had the epiphany that she should try to open a small bakery of her own."
lame.
that's my word of the day on my calendar. i've used that word a million times before.
but i had a semi-epiphany today. i already knew what i learned, but it was good confirmation.
i hate coffee.
i had a meeting at work tonight. but i also had a couple hours before the meeting...time to kill. so my routine for these meetings is to go get chickfila for dinner, and then wander aimlessly around borders. maybe buy a book, maybe not. but they have a really good clearance section i like to peruse. (that one was not on my word of the day calendar. i just know it.)
and then i thought i could go sit in the borders cafe area for a little while. and maybe try some coffee. i haven't sampled any in years. it always looks delicious. other people seem to like it. maybe my tastes have changed.
i wanted to throw up all over myself.
i know, any coffee fiends* out there are just going to say "that's because you got coffee at BORDERS!"
no.
i just hate coffee.
*i'm not a genius. but lately...my vocabulary (lexicon!) has been out of control. i don't know what's going on, but i like (enjoy, take pleasure in, rejoice in!) it.
lame.
that's my word of the day on my calendar. i've used that word a million times before.
but i had a semi-epiphany today. i already knew what i learned, but it was good confirmation.
i hate coffee.
i had a meeting at work tonight. but i also had a couple hours before the meeting...time to kill. so my routine for these meetings is to go get chickfila for dinner, and then wander aimlessly around borders. maybe buy a book, maybe not. but they have a really good clearance section i like to peruse. (that one was not on my word of the day calendar. i just know it.)
and then i thought i could go sit in the borders cafe area for a little while. and maybe try some coffee. i haven't sampled any in years. it always looks delicious. other people seem to like it. maybe my tastes have changed.
i wanted to throw up all over myself.
i know, any coffee fiends* out there are just going to say "that's because you got coffee at BORDERS!"
no.
i just hate coffee.
*i'm not a genius. but lately...my vocabulary (lexicon!) has been out of control. i don't know what's going on, but i like (enjoy, take pleasure in, rejoice in!) it.
Friday, January 2, 2009
the most surreal part of my day:
i had a headache when i got off work...
and when i was stopped at a red light with the window down...
a beggar asked me if i was feeling ok, because i looked sick.
it seemed wrong, somehow.
and when i was stopped at a red light with the window down...
a beggar asked me if i was feeling ok, because i looked sick.
it seemed wrong, somehow.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
it's ok. you can say it.
i'm a nerd.
one of my gifts this year was a gift card to barnes and noble.
i used every dollar of it today.
i am unspeakably excited.
i've heard a lot of authors say that this book inspires their writing, or that it's one of their favorite books. so obviously i have to read it.
saw the movie. liked it. usually i read the book first. reading the book second this time makes me feel wild and crazy.
i've only read one play by him before. but it was funny...so. here's another one.
seems respectable.
i've heard good things about this one. it's important to know what unbelievers think, you know. i watched the movie "saved" a few years ago, and was sad to hear that one of my unbelieving friends thinks that's how Christians really are.
a high school friend just recommended this book to me. it's russian. i'm scared.
and i bought a few books that i've read before, because i like them so much i know i'll read them several more times. like a hundred more times. a hundred million more times.
so good!! it's crazy, and funny, and insightful, and sad. read it.
i read this in college. and this is the book that made me want to read classic literature. i wasn't required to read anything in high school. i was home-schooled. i think i read "swiss family robinson" and "in his steps." that's all i remember reading. so i took american literature in college, instead of a foreign language. i partially regret that because i'd like to be bilingual. but it really made me want to read classic literature! the scarlet letter was so good, and then we read a few others that were too...and i've been trying to catch up with the rest of the world ever since then.
so here's the deal. if you want to know me, read pride and prejudice. i AM the pre-darcy elizabeth bennett. i have never related to any character in any book or movie more than i relate to her. i'm serious. everything she says is a thought i've had at some point. and then she falls in love and i don't relate to that.
and then i had another gift card to use at the mall. a parent at work gave it to me. i got some lotion and boring stuff, but then i also went into williams-sonoma. and ok, this is boring too. but i got two cookbooks. one for making salads, and one for making all different kinds of chicken. i like chicken.
and then i had $5 left...
and i got a calendar that will teach me a new word every day...
today's word is "skylark."
it's a verb. it means "to run up and down the rigging of a ship in sport" or "to frolic or sport."
neat.
i feel kind of materialistic right now. but i didn't buy any of it. so..i'm good...
one of my gifts this year was a gift card to barnes and noble.
i used every dollar of it today.
i am unspeakably excited.
i've heard a lot of authors say that this book inspires their writing, or that it's one of their favorite books. so obviously i have to read it.
saw the movie. liked it. usually i read the book first. reading the book second this time makes me feel wild and crazy.
i've only read one play by him before. but it was funny...so. here's another one.
seems respectable.
i've heard good things about this one. it's important to know what unbelievers think, you know. i watched the movie "saved" a few years ago, and was sad to hear that one of my unbelieving friends thinks that's how Christians really are.
a high school friend just recommended this book to me. it's russian. i'm scared.
and i bought a few books that i've read before, because i like them so much i know i'll read them several more times. like a hundred more times. a hundred million more times.
so good!! it's crazy, and funny, and insightful, and sad. read it.
i read this in college. and this is the book that made me want to read classic literature. i wasn't required to read anything in high school. i was home-schooled. i think i read "swiss family robinson" and "in his steps." that's all i remember reading. so i took american literature in college, instead of a foreign language. i partially regret that because i'd like to be bilingual. but it really made me want to read classic literature! the scarlet letter was so good, and then we read a few others that were too...and i've been trying to catch up with the rest of the world ever since then.
so here's the deal. if you want to know me, read pride and prejudice. i AM the pre-darcy elizabeth bennett. i have never related to any character in any book or movie more than i relate to her. i'm serious. everything she says is a thought i've had at some point. and then she falls in love and i don't relate to that.
and then i had another gift card to use at the mall. a parent at work gave it to me. i got some lotion and boring stuff, but then i also went into williams-sonoma. and ok, this is boring too. but i got two cookbooks. one for making salads, and one for making all different kinds of chicken. i like chicken.
and then i had $5 left...
and i got a calendar that will teach me a new word every day...
today's word is "skylark."
it's a verb. it means "to run up and down the rigging of a ship in sport" or "to frolic or sport."
neat.
i feel kind of materialistic right now. but i didn't buy any of it. so..i'm good...
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