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What’s for lunch today? Well, glad you asked. Half a bag of deli-mustard pretzels from yesterday. And a Java Chip Frappuccino (yes, that is the former Chocolate Brownie Frappuccino. I asked. And yes, I’m aware that I can’t actually spell Frappuccino right. But I do it the same way each time. Charming, no?)
The last few days have been interesting. Talked to on Sunday night and found out he’s been called back to his temporary job, and he had an interview on Monday, a second interview. He’s been out of work long enough – I really think he deserves this.
Talked to on Sunday night too. We hadn’t talked in 3 or 4 weeks (despite the fact that we live less than an hour apart). Amazingly enough, neither of us had much to say.
Tried to talk to . She hasn’t called me back yet. Huh. Did get an email though.
I’ve been broke all week. Actually brought all my change to work on Tuesday – $15 – so I could enjoy coffee until payday (tomorrow). Had minor crisis yesterday while driving to church, realized (remembered?) that my spending habits suck and I’m so crappy at finances and I might not be able to go to Boston for ‘s wedding. helped me out, though. We might be driving together. Instead of me flying alone.
Personal life has been… more exciting this week than it has been in a while.
was rough yesterday. Two of my junior high boys (OK, my only two junior high boys) were over-the-top last night, and I had to keep them afterward to tell them that if their behavior was ever repeated, I would send them home and talk to their parents. That’s always a fun conversation to have.
Small amount of hammock-sitting, too. Such a delight. I know thinks she loves hammocks more than anyone in the world, but I gotta say my appreciation for them is up there.
Co-worker gave me a Krispy Kreme today. It didn’t go so well with the Pop Tarts I was eating for breakfast/lunch. So later I had a Frappuccino and mustard pretzels for lunch/afternoon snack. Guess what I feel like right now?
Finally got rocks for the bottom of Monster’s fish bowl. They’re purple, and coordinate nicely with his red body and blue stripes. He really likes the rocks. Hangs out with them a lot. He’s much happier and more active, too. Plus, it keeps the water cleaner for a longer period of time.
Peace out!
Here’s an article [link removed] from World Vision on the 10-year anniversary of the Rwandan genocide.
And here’s how you can learn more about World Vision‘s current action in Rwanda.
I’m considering adopting a second child through World Vision. No, wait. A first child through World Vision. Iriseth is through Compassion International. But I need to get my finances a little more in order (or any order at all) before doing so. I would really like a child from Rwanda. Or Malawi, where is. Or both. Hmm. I wish I made more money so I could give more of it away.
 No, I didn't get Leeann Chin twice for lunch. Just clearing off my desk and found this one I'd been saving.
I started a new book last night (after having finished book 2 of Lord of the Rings and being too broke to purchase book 3 right now) by Calvin Miller (see the link for biography information). The book I’m reading is “A Requiem For Love,” which is basically a dramatic, poetic retelling of the creation story. Here’s the part that caught me last night:
[God speaking to man] “… There is no such thing as ‘giftless’ love.
The very words accuse each other.
My gift to you is love, but
Worship is your gift to Me.
And Oh, most glorious it is!
Worship always calls Me ‘Father’ and
Makes us both rich with a common joy.
Worship Me, for only this great gift
Can set you free from the killing love of self,
And prick your fear with valiant courage
To fly in hope through moments of despair.
Worship will remind you
That no man knows completeness in himself.
Worship will teach you to speak your name,
When you’ve forgotten who you are.
Worship is duty and privilege,
Debt and grand inheritance at once.
Worship, therefore, at those midnights
When the stars hide.
Worship in the storms till love
Makes thunder whimper and grow quiet
And listen to your whispered hymns.
Worship and be free.”
Here it is…
 OK, so it's not actually today's - it's one from a while ago. But today's sucked.
Listening to: Jessica Andrews, “Now”
 ...we saw Rent this weekend? Here's proof!
Monster (my work fish, a male beta) is the only fish left. Bandit passed away on Friday night. I’m going to let the tank sit empty for a while to hopefully get rid of some toxins or just… let it be.
Had a pretty good weekend, even though I spent way more money than I should have. Rent was awesome, as was Tanpopo. On the way to Rent (we parked in the Fields’ lot) we stopped in so I could show the ballerina prom dress. A coworker of mine doesn’t like it, but he’s 50, so I don’t think he counts. We had a good time at Rent, despite having to sit through the first half next to these annoying middle-aged ladies, and then just being in general freezing cold the whole time.
Saturday morning I went to a meeting and secured a community garden plot for & myself. Then I did some cleaning (not much though) and took a trip to buy groceries and some stuff for gardening. Spent much of the afternoon on the balcony planting, with the cats wandering around the roof. It was gorgeous out. I think I could have gotten a nice tan if so inclined. Then I got my hair cut and stopped by the fabric store since I was out that way. Got some nice “scrim” to change the draping over my bed – white now instead of blue. Much better. My room is still a mess, though, so I don’t think you can really tell. I need to do laundry. And take a bunch of stuff to Goodwill. And vacuum. Kitties shed a lot.
Watched “Miss Congeniality” and ate pizza for dinner. No, wait, pizza was Sunday lunch. Saturday night I made potatoes and chicken with mushrooms and garlic. And coleslaw. Eh, not too great, but not horrible. Next time, I’ll use the right kind of vinegar.
Sunday was spent waking up late (skipping first service and most of Sunday School) and then after going over to a church lady’s house to rake her yard with the youth group. We had a good time and were done by 1:15. Stopped by Target, indulged myself with Krispy Kremes which I’d been craving for weeks, and bought light bulbs. I know, terribly exciting. Youth group last night went OK, much better than the junior high lesson on the same. Only six kids though, and all from the same vehicle (most from the same family, plus 2 friends). It’s been a disappointing way to end the year, with declining attendance, especially since at the beginning of the year we were prepared for low attendance with the schedule change.
I did get to watch Crossing Jordan when I got home, despite the storm that blew through here. Drove very slow on the way home. But I kept myself company with thoughts of a charming guy and things he said. [remaining calm]
Here are some adorable pictures of the felines, taken awhile back. They’re laying on my sleeping bag on the floor, which they love. Hence it needs to be washed.
 Aren't we cute?
 Close-up of the lovebirds.
 This is my favorite game to play with Matea. Put her in my shirt. She hates it. Mostly because she doesn't like being close to anyone's face, and because she doesn't really like me. Unless I'm the only one around, in which case she loves me.
I said it yesterday and I’ll say it again. I go a little crazy on crushes. Really. Trying to control myself at the moment. If he could be, perhaps, a little less perfect and charming, that would help a lot. Thanks.
Have I mentioned lately (of course not, because I’m not so good at giving praises) that I have THE COOLEST ROOMMATE EVER. Not only did she buy me a beer last night to celebrate her bonus at work, but she is taking me to Rent tonight! Amazing! Today is the most perfect day ever. Tanpopo for dinner, then Rent, plus a very nice email from a perfectly charming gentleman. Really. I can’t stop smiling. One of my coworkers left early so he didn’t have to deal with my unusually-happy self.
Listening to: my heart beating. tha-thump. tha-thump
Didn’t exactly blog like I thought I would. Sorry. The guys came and fixed my computer and didn’t even yell at me too much, so that’s good. I still have a mini-headache, despite taking 2 Aleve (my headband is too small today, and pushing right into that part of my head that gives me headaches). I’m pretty caught up on work right now, so… any fun ways to pass the time this week would be appreciated.
Oh, I have minorly solved part of the cash flow problem – teach a piano lesson on Wednesday. There’s an easy $20. I only have to make it until Friday morning.
Muffin died this weekend. Flushed her down the toilet on Saturday. As goldfish go, she was with us such a short time. 3 days. C’est la vie, n’est-ce pas? Not even a picture to memorialize her. However, one of the little girls at church had a dolly with her on Sunday morning that didn’t have a name, and she may now be named Muffin. That’s at least something.
Good news though… Monster lived through the weekend! He’s actually doing quite well. For a Betta fish, I’m sure that I worry about him too much. He needs some more water. I should do that. He’s such a handsome fish. And good quality entertainment, especially on days where no one is at work and/or I have nothing to do.
Soundtrack to life: Hootie and the Blowfish, their first album
I read this article [link removed] today about the anniversary of the Rwandan genocide. Here are the two things that struck me:
- 28,000 people were present at the ceremony in Kigali. Over 800,000 were murdered. That means that for each person at the ceremony, nearly 29 people were killed. Those present represented 3.5% of the total murdered. Disgusting doesn’t even seem to start to describe it.
- This statement, “Scholars concluded that the killers — mostly civilians spurred on by hate propaganda — did their work five times faster than gas chambers used by the Nazis in World War II.” Have we learned nothing? Haven’t we as a species improved at all? The answer continually seems to be no. I think about ALL the stories of human history, and we don’t seem to learn anything from any of it. Vietnam? Cambodia? Rwanda? Germany? And now maybe the Sudan? Sometimes it seems like…. I don’t know. I’ve lost the words.
This song is by Pink, and will be used as the theme for our upcoming (and final of the school year) unit in youth group.
Daddy was a soldier
he taught me about freedom
Peace and all the great things that we take advantage of
Once I fed the homeless
I’ll never forget
The look upon their faces as I treated them with respect
This is my Vietnam
I’m at war
Life keeps on dropping bombs
And I keep score
Momma was a lunatic
she liked to push my buttons
She said I wasn’t good enough
but I guess I wasn’t trying
Never liked school that much
they tried to teach me better
But I just wasn’t hearing it because I thought I was already pretty clever
This is my Vietnam
I’m at war
Life keeps on dropping bombs
And I keep score
This is my Vietnam
I’m at war
They keep on dropping bombs
And I keep score
What do you expect from me?
What am I not giving you?
What could I do for you to make me OK in your eyes?
This is my Vietnam
I’m at war
They keep on dropping bombs
And I keep score
This is my Vietnam
I’m at war
Life keeps on dropping bombs
And I keep score
This is my Vietnam
This is my Vietnam
So, what does this spark for you? What are your “Vietnams,” the things that keep you at war? Please comment!
Look at the picture on this page. How can you not be moved when people do things like this? By the way, self-immolation is a Buddhist practice that, perhaps, you don’t want to involve yourself in. Just a comment after recent discussions about Buddhism.
I’ve been studying Vietnam and Rwanda lately. I know, depressing topics. Rwanda just because it was recently the 10-year anniversary of the genocide there. Over 800,000 people killed in 100 days. Amazing. Horrifying. PBS has some nice video clips you can watch. Vietnam because we’re going to start a series in youth group next week, to finish out the year, called “My Vietnam” based on the song by Pink. I think we’re going to talk about things that make us feel like we’re at war with ourselves, or things that give us great internal conflict. But I’m not sure yet. All I know is that I need to know more about Vietnam. I’ve watched some movies, read timelines and histories. I might need to spend some time on Saturday at the library. I wonder if they’re open the day before Easter?
Sorry if all of this is depressing. I’ll post Pink‘s lyrics later.
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