This past week was the annual city-wide garage sale here. It was Thursday through Saturday, and I was only able to go out on Saturday. I knew there wouldn’t be much left (except for the few places that only were “open” on Saturday), but I thought I’d give it a shot anyway. I wasn’t really looking for anything, or at least I didn’t think I’d find what I was looking for (matching side tables for the sofa, the perfect dining room table – neither are easy to come by it seems).
Saturday morning, we went over to the farmer’s market (which is only open Saturday mornings when I would rather be sleeping, but I digress). I got some cucumbers and a bunch of asparagus; we also got some havarti cheese from the local dairy (they had a stand there), and then some fresh sourdough bread from the Breadsmith (and I do mean fresh – like baked just hours earlier fresh). We also bought a few plants (rosemary, lavender, and cilantro).
After stopping at Home Depot, we went home, and I got into my car to go to at least one sale: a church sale. Specifically, the Evangelical Covenant Church here that I’ve been meaning to check out. We drove by once and it was super cute, and didn’t make me hyperventilate or anything. (Seriously, I’ve had some very strong reactions to churches on occasion – having had the experiences I did while working in them, it’s completely understandable, though I admit a little strange.)
The sale was priceless, and they only asked for a donation. Genius on their part, since I gave them more than they would have charged for the items I got. Sadly, it was a really small sale (just one room and part of a hallway). I will still give them a chance as a church to try out, even though it was mostly old ladies. Sometimes those are the only people available to staff such things.
I found this cute tablecloth. Red really isn't my color, but I couldn't resist its embroidery.
Close-up of some of the embroidery. Darling, no?
The tablecloth is stained a bit, so I’m going to see what I can do about that. Nothing terribly big or dark, but it would be nice if it wasn’t stained. Wherever shall I put it?
I also found a nice stack of vintage sheets (I didn't take all of them, just a few) and pillowcases, and "Through the Gates of Splendor" by Jim Elliot. I've been meaning to read that book (since I only know the short version of the story, as told by his wife), and this is a nice, old copy of the book. Also, I found it charming that it has "Evangelical Covenant Church" stamped on the edge. I grabbed the copy that didn't have a library code written on the spine. It's in pretty good shape considering its age.
Though I wasn’t feeling terribly motivated to go to any other sales (though I’d done my research and figured out which ones had the most potential), I was sad when it started raining. Poured, actually, shortly after I arrived at the church. So instead of going to any other sales, I went home, and we had lunch. Turkey and havarti sandwiches on sourdough, with cucumbers. Yum!
I will have to continue keeping a watch on Craigslist for what I’m looking for. If I ever find side tables, I can get rid of the coffee table that I don’t like (it kind of came with the house), and pull the couch away from the wall a bit. I think that will help the “flow” or feeling of the room dramatically. So would a rug, but I have yet to find one I’m willing to pay rug prices for (rugs are expensive!). Paint, some artwork on the wall behind the sofa… I might figure out what to do with that room yet!
I finally got around to making digital copies of some pictures I got from over Christmas. Since that’s all there is to this post, if you’re not interested in 60-year-old Johnson-family photographs, you can just mosey on your way. I won’t hold it against you. (It should be noted that I may or may not get the details about these photographs correct. My mind has a funny way of making new stories out of old ones.)
Dad's parents on their wedding day. This would have been... mid 1940s, give or take?
Now, I never knew Dad's mom - she died shortly before I was born - but I don't think I've ever heard a negative word spoken about her. I love this picture, how happy they look, with that extra detail of the old car in the background. (My version of this is a bit blurry - I might have to re-take it.)
Dad, age 6. Oh my goodness. Look at that smirk. I'm quite sure I've never seen him with such a look on his face. (But wait, it gets better.)
This would be... early to mid 1960s. That's Grandpa, Aunt Shirley, Grandma, and Dad. The glasses, the hair styles.... I love the big smiles, especially on Grandma's and Dad's faces.
This is my Aunt Shirley. What a gorgeous girl! I see we've finally made it to color photographs, and just in time. If I had to guess, I'd say this was at a church camp (it kind of looks like a lake in the background), but I really don't know.
Grandma and Grandpa - no date, but it would have to be mid-1970s. She passed away in 1978. They were a bit older when they had kids - Dad says he doesn't remember her without grey hair. (That would be why I have a 96 year old grandpa - 37 + 28 + my age....)
Thanks for letting me share! They’re up in Flickr for posterity now (and backed up on our server, with hard copies safely tucked away from sunlight). Maybe if I collect the pictures in small enough batches, I’ll remember enough details for them to be worth saving.
Many of you have heard me tell a story about my parents that has already been redefined once. When I was younger (junior high or early high school), one day something happened that resulted in the following being written on the family calendar: “ was right, 19xx.” The next year when copied over the birthdays etc to the new calendar, she copied this over as well. For many years we celebrated the day was right. We thought it was cute.
Years later when I looked back on this (perhaps in retelling this story to someone in an attempt to be cute), I realized that it wasn’t actually a cute story. It was quite insulting, really. ‘s a smart guy. ‘s frequently right. So is . It’s not like one of them was superior somehow (yes, we all have our strengths – what I’m getting at is, it’s not like was always wrong about things and was always right). I realized this after the divorce, however, and things post-divorce look different than when you thought everyone was perfectly happy.
While shopping with had been right (about who knows what at this point), and it got written onto the calendar because he asserted himself enough to point out that he was right and he fought for himself. That was what was really being celebrated.
How many times do you think family/childhood memories can and will be re-written over the course of one’s lifetime?
How about you? What memories have been re-defined for you?
(but couldn’t because my blog was still broken. Also, apologies to and , since this isn’t actually new content to them. I’ll put something up for you shortly.)
My Aunt Shirley died Sunday afternoon around 4. I’ll be going home for the visitation and funeral Thursday through Sunday (carpooling with and her family) and staying at ‘s. Our cousin Katie had called Sunday afternoon and had said the prognosis was “any day now,” which told me over the phone around 3 while I was out shopping with . called while I was driving home at 5 and told me she had died about an hour earlier. The end was really fast, which is good I suppose. She’d only been in hospice care for a little over a week, and they were originally saying “a couple of months,” so I think everyone is a little shocked. actually sounded alright when I talked to him. Everyone was there with her – and , my grandparents, her husband. Her kids are flying in this week (the three that live on the west coast, that is), which probably is why the funeral is so late in the week. and I are thankful, since work and school pressures would have made life very difficult if there wasn’t a weekend nearby.
My aunt was a really great part of my growing up. They lived in the next town over, right by church and we all went to church together (my grandparents too), so I saw them at least once a week, more often later when we were in youth group together, etc. Shirley is three years older than (which is brought up every year at Christmas when gifts are open by age), and got married young and had her son V. She got divorced quickly and was single until she met B, who had three kids of his own (his wife had died in a terrible accident that isn’t really relevant), and he became my uncle and they became my cousins. and I always had an extra gift to open at Christmas because she gave us each an ornament that was just from her (not from the family). She’s the reason my Christmas tree never has any empty space.
She worked in the church office as secretary for a while, and was also the church organist/pianist. Her and B must’ve gotten really close to their 25th wedding anniversary (Katie and are 27 this year, and Katie’s mom died right after she was born, and I think they got married within a couple of years of that). Nine years ago she fought breast cancer (yes, even with her non-existent Johnson breasts like mine) and won. In May she was diagnosed with kidney cancer (a separate incidence, not a recurrence of the breast cancer), had surgery, and started chemo. She was able to be healthy enough to travel to Seattle in July for D’s wedding (Katie’s older brother). She sent me a really nice letter explaining why she couldn’t come to the wedding, and I’m glad I took the time to write her a letter at that point as well as last week to say thank you for the wedding gift. I have no regrets about that.
said “it’s an adjustment” when I asked him how he was doing (or rather didn’t ask him, since it seemed like a stupid thing to ask). He said my grandma is taking it really hard. I’m sure B and the kids are too (and all the grandkids – I think there are seven now, ages 2-10). seems to be alright, but who knows. It’d only been an hour and I’m guessing he was still in shock. I was the first phone call he made.
I’m alright. I have a crap-ton of homework and laundry to do (that I understandably didn’t feel like doing last night) including an unfortunately-timed take-home midterm that will be passed out tomorrow in class. At least we already went grocery shopping for the week and will be around to take care of for me. And thankfully ‘s grandma came over and cleaned on Friday during the day, so the house is clean and I don’t have to think about the vacuuming that I should have done two weeks ago. let me use sick leave instead of vacation leave, so that’s nice, though I start accruing more hours on this next pay period anyways (can you believe I’ve been here almost 5 years?). I can’t wait for the peak load of this semester to be over. I think I’ve got another week or two and it lightens up significantly. OK, I just checked, and it actually doesn’t lighten up until the second week of November. Oh well.
I’m going to go back to studying census data for Eagan (for my Geography homework) and tracking “consumer success stories” and printing mailing labels (for work).
to my new schedule, that is. Every day this week so far I have tried to get it right, but with no success so far. To recap:
6am wake up
7am eat breakfast (yogurt & granola)
7:19 miss bus, get Starbucks
7:51 take bus, discover there is no eating or drinking on bus
9:30 finish most of Starbucks, which is now cold
1:30 starving (duh), eat lunch (cup of Ramen)
5pm go home, realize on bus that I am starving, nauseous, and have a headache
5:45 complain to husband who quickly attempts to remedy situation with food (which works)
9pm hungry and munchy, trip to CVS, several Twizzlers consumed
7am grab breakfast bar on way out door to catch bus
7:19 on bus (yay!)
9am get Starbucks
11:45 plan to get Chipotle for lunch
12:00 thwarted by co-worker’s absence, must now work until 12:30 and skip lunch
12:30 chew gum
1:45 falling asleep in class, on break find Wheat Thins which keep me awake through rest of class
4:30 bus home
5:30 consume soup and salad with husband at table (whoa)
8pm find bag of cookies that the Mike-arita I had with dinner requested to keep it company and consume
6:30 drink juice and take vitamins
6:45 overwhelmingly nauseous, blame multivitamin-empty stomach combination
7:20 drive to work
7:55 no longer nauseous, eat breakfast (granola & yogurt) in college parking lot
8:20 pick up Starbucks before getting to work
11:30 discard Starbucks mainly undrunk
12pm starving, munch a few Wheat Thins (so as to not ruin my appetite), can’t leave desk due to phone duty (daily from 12-1)
1:30 get Chipotle that I was denied yesterday
2:30 finish consuming lunch, very full
5pm realize still full, plan to get Jimmy John’s for dinner gets tossed, grab Propel and bag of peanuts
5:30 bus to college
6:45 break, eat a few peanuts, find Wheat Thins in bag
8:20 class over, Wheat Thins nearly gone
8:30 drive home
8:55 stop by Taco Bell for dinner
9:30 again overwhelmingly full, consume Pepto-Bismol as a precautionary measure
6am wakeup (boo, quite difficult this morning)
6:30 eat All-Bran granola-ish bar (they’re yummy!)
7:19 bus to work
9:00 take vitamins
9:30 overwhelmingly nauseous, contemplate alternatives to throwing up while trying to find some food that might settle stomach, consume remaining Wheat Thins
9:45 no longer nauseous, would like to get coffee
Now, arguably there are many factors at work here. But this is what I’ve concluded so far:
- Waking up at 6am sucks (but is the grown-up thing to do, blah blah blah – got a notice from the Post Office saying drugs from Canada have come in, so hopefully that will help the situation)
- There is no breakfast that will keep me sated until 1 or 1:30 when I used to go to lunch
- There is no breakfast that will keep me from feeling nauseous when it is time to take my vitamins etc at 9am (the only solution may be taking them with food)
- There are no acceptable lunch options downtown St Paul at 11:30
- I have no idea when I should get coffee now that will result in it actually being drank
- I have trained my co-workers to expect my coffee break around 11 and lunch break around 1:30, so they take their breaks at times when I probably would like to take mine now that my schedule is different
- Cup-o-Ramen, while my easiest workplace lunchtime option, is wholly unsatisfying and not even worth the effort if there’s nothing to add to it
- Regardless of when I eat lunch, I’m going to be starving by dinnertime
- I will remain tired all day long until about 9:30 or 10pm, at which point I no longer want to go to bed (when will my body adjust to the new sleep schedule? will it ever? I’ve always been a night owl, and while I might be able to train my body to get up at 6am, I’m not sure I can train it to be tired at 10pm)
- I am very good at making bad food choices (but we all knew that)
This is why honeymoons exist, of course. Because and I had one whole blissful week of sleeping in and lazing about and enjoying each other’s company without feeling the pressures of work and school. And now, well, I just haven’t been that fun to live with this week. There was complaining yesterday morning about getting out of bed, and this morning I was downright belligerent (almost had a flashback to high school with my parents, which sadly wasn’t enough motivation to get me out of bed). has been remarkably good-natured about getting me out of bed, though he knew what he was getting into on the not-a-morning-person front when he married me. And after work, I have been some combination of grumpy, cranky, tired, and busy with homework. There hasn’t been much time for anything else (I haven’t talked to or since the wedding, and I still haven’t finished unpacking from our honeymoon). So I am looking forward to “date night” tonight, when someone else will hopefully prepare the food (we discussed going “out”), and we can spend some quality time together, even if it is just watching television and addressing thank-yous.
I’m a little nervous to write this post, because if there were ever any doubts about my geek status, this will silence them all. But…
On digg a few weeks ago was a link to a site that claimed to have retro computer games. I was interested, so I bookmarked it and looked it up at home. They had my two favorites (be patient), plus a few others. So I downloaded them.
Last night, I finally got around to installing them. Oh my goodness. I had so much fun – I was actually laughing aloud in my front room. OK, the Mah-jong sucked and I’d have to find a different version if I ever wanted to play it.
So what was I having so much fun with? “Crystal Caves” and “Duke Nuke ‘em 1.” That’s right, the first one. Because 2 and 3, while making progress graphics-wise, are not what I know. I played these a billion years ago (OK, like junior high, but that was the early 90′s). Not sure if played. That was back when you actually had to shut down Windows 3.1 to the DOS C:\ prompt. And from there you could run these lovely programs. I imagine it was the feeling that people who grew up playing Mario Bros get when they are re-united with it.
Anyways, it was a lot of fun. Just about the only “video” games (are they called video games if they’re computer-only? I don’t really know the specifications for classification) I ever played. There was one with tanks and projectory and stuff that we played at a friend’s house, but only because all 5 of us could actually play. And they were super big dorks. And geeks too, but kinda dorky as well. I digress. If I had a link to the site, I’d post it, so you could go reminisce with a favorite game from your youth, but I don’t.
Oh – Bonus Points to anyone who 1) has played either/both of these games, or 2) owns up to any similarly geeky gaming experiences in the comments.
I did some math today (shock and awe, I tell ya) to figure out exactly how hard I had to study for my final exam next Monday. With hoping to be induced at the “end of the week,” (I’ll know more by tonight or tomorrow morning, when she calls/emails, I thought it would be fortuitous to know how much studying I needed to do. Here’s the breakdown:
If I get… then my overall class grade is…
100… 100% (actually, 100.5%)
So, yeah, there will be no stressing out about this. Sure, I’ll write up my notecard and do some studying, but no stress allowed. Especially since I’ve been averaging 95% on my exams. NO WORRIES.
And before I get hate comments, let me just say that at no time in college or high school was I the one with the best grade, and I never had a 4.0 GPA. I did fine in school, mostly As and Bs in mostly honors classes (except for Chemistry, which killed me), but I certainly wasn’t a superstar. I got an academic scholarship to college, but not the best one. My ACT score wasn’t high enough, though I suspect that GPA probably played into the equation too, and it wasn’t high enough. So there. I can be a superstar once in my life.
While over at the Dating Dummy, I was referred to this article on “Guidelines for Platonic Friendship” [link removed]. While you all know my opinion about sex outside of marriage… this is very funny. I liked it. In fact, it was almost helpful, if I 1) had any guy friends, or 2)… um… see #1, because I’m pretty sure I broke a few of these rules with my guy friends in college. Quite a few times, actually. This is why people got hurt, myself included. I’m not feeling clever enough right now, but does someone have the energy to pull together a similar list from the female perspective?
Somewhere around August 18th, 1996 is where this story takes place. My parents drove me to college to move in. I was a freshman and terribly nervous, and preliminary meetings with my assigned roommate had gone OK, but not fabulously. We were not going to be best friends (in fact, she ended up transferring to another school at the end of the year because Judson was not the place for her). Scores of upperclassmen were hanging out just begging to help take boxes into the dorm for us (it was a service I was to provide for the next three years as a Student Senate officer). All moved in, there wasn’t much left for my parents to do but go home (a whopping 30 minute drive if you go the speed limit – 15 if you’re really “talented”). But, there was something later that day for parents that they were waiting around for, so they decided to go “out” and would come back later. I unpacked boxes, made my bed, probably hid from people and wasn’t terribly social (sound familiar? maybe I haven’t changed that much in ten years). They came back a few hours later with snacks for my room, because we hadn’t thought of that. Included was a bag of Snyders of Hanover pretzel pieces (this is the only thing I remember) in Honey Mustard and Onion flavor, which I adored at the time (despite how gross they sound, they’re fabulous). I think they got me some other stuff for my room – ah, yes, they bought me a window air fan. So sweet.
I bought a big bag in the Skyway last week and have been slowly munching on them. They remind me of… a different time. Not necessarily happier, but definitely more innocent.
I’d post some pictures from 1996, but I’m at work and don’t have any here. Bummer.
So, of the two history classes that Hamline will let me transfer from St Paul College being offered this fall, my options are to take the Thursday night one (which I’d prefer not to do) or to do it online, which I didn’t want to do for a history class (economics, however, I’d gladly take online).
Which originally had me questioning if I should just give up on Hamline, since Bethel will let me transfer several of the other classes. Looking into it further, however, that doesn’t actually give me any more choices for a class this fall, unless I take one during working hours.
So do I give up on St Paul College then? Try something besides history? Take another semester off? If I take a class at Metro State, transportation home from a night class is a nightmare. (And even with the addition of a bike in my life, there’s a freaking huge hill to be surmounted from downtown up to my house, and things get cold and icy around November, and that just doesn’t seem like a viable option.) (Furthermore, even if I owned a car this wouldn’t help, since I’d have to bus to Metro State directly from work, and then bus home anyways.)
Will somebody please just tell me what to do? I’m tired of being a grown-up and having to make these decisions for myself. I’m tired of putting my life on hold, tired of my current job, tired of the frustrations that not majoring in anything transferable bring about….
If it were an option, I’d just take 9 months off from my job and enroll full-time at one of the local colleges and just get all that undergrad stuff out of the way. But seeing as how I’m not independently wealthy, and would feel incredibly bad leaving my current job…. that’s not going to happen.
Oh, plus, to muck up the waters more, the “tuition due date” is in 10 days. Of course, you can add a class up until 5 days into the semester, which gives me until about the 25th of August, at which point I could probably find most of the tuition for one class. August just kinda snuck up on me – this summer has gone by quickly, and I just haven’t been able to save the money up. Cuz, you know, rent and groceries are important.
Wow, what a whiny sob story. My apologies. All in all, it’s not a huge problem, given all the things that could be wrong in my life. I could be starving or homeless or an unwed mother or dying of an incurable disease or in an abusive relationship or… I could go on. So really, this whole “difficulty starting down the path to a new career” problem is just a speed bump.
And I know is just going to pipe in here and tell me to contact about the website designing job, because that could pay for a class right there (potentially, or at least pay for a credit), and she’s right, I should (I’ve been avoiding doing so all week). But that still doesn’t clear up scheduling conflicts and general frustration with my options.
It’s really just too bad that my first career option made me so unhappy, since I actually enjoyed doing it (if that doesn’t sound contradictory, I don’t know what does). Maybe if I knew how to work a crowd or schmooze or play along or didn’t have strong opinions and ideas about all things church-related, I wouldn’t have gotten so burnt out so quickly. But that’s a lot of maybees. And maybees don’t really get me anywhere, do they.
I don’t regret my undergraduate degree choice, or the five years post-college I spent in ministry. I had a great time in college, made great friends, learned a lot, and grew as a person. And all of my jobs after that, at least I learned something about myself, if nothing else, and I grew a lot spiritually (for a while, at least). I was doing what I was supposed to do (I mean that God-wise, not society-wise). And I don’t regret taking the last year off. It meant I could emotionally recover from that last job, and spend more time with and my friends, and could relax and have free time for the first time in a looooong time. I’m just getting frustrated that the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel seems to be fading, getting further away, instead of closer like I want it to be. Like quicksand, slipping through my fingers and out of my grasp.
[Editor's note: I'm not actually having a bad day, nor am I in a bad mood. Just needed to get that rant into words and out of my head. Plus, this way, I don't have to rant separately to the three of you who I know read this. Lazy, I know.]
Took this test (found on a new blog I’m reading), and here’s the list of the top 24 places I should live. should be overjoyed that her hometown is my #1 compatible city. I’ll leave my comments, when I have them, after each suggestion.
- Cincinnati, Ohio Of all the places in Ohio to live (and several made it onto this list), this one’s my favorite, though I’ve never been there.
- Bloomington, Indiana Um, no. No Indiana. Not ever. Bah. Indiana is only good for camping (they have great state parks, or did 15 years ago at least) and making fun of.
- St Louis, Missouri Not a big fan of Missouri, either. Drove through St Louis on our way to Arizona; didn’t really care for it. Plus their Six Flags sucks (went there on a family vacation when I was in junior high).
- Springfield, Missouri See notes about Missouri above.
- Jacksonville, Florida I like Jacksonville. Spent a day there during a college Thanksgiving break. Nice mall with a Barnes & Noble (or maybe it was a Borders). Kinda surrounded by nothingness, though.
- Charleston, South Carolina I like the idea of living in South Carolina. For a long time I wanted to go to college there. We took a family vacation (our last) to Nag’s Head, which is on the coast, and it was wonderful. Love the ocean.
- Cleveland, Ohio I’ll say it again, not really a fan of Ohio, and all I can think of when I hear “Cleveland” is the Drew Carey Show. And those are not my sort of people.
- Minneapolis – St Paul, Minnesota Glad that where I currently live made the list. I really do like living here, and don’t plan on moving, especially now that lives here, because that’s like 3/4 of my immediate family unit. I could wax poetically about MSP, but I won’t. My only complaint is that the Twin Cities were considered one unit, and Minneapolis and St Paul have their differences, for sure.
- Ann Arbor, Michigan I like Ann Arbor. I applied for a couple of jobs there when I was looking to change jobs when I lived in Michigan. Love the college town atmosphere, how it was big city without being industrial. Beautiful city, too. Just be careful driving around the stadium during a sporting event – the streets are packed.
- Indianapolis, Indiana Again, Indiana, in any shape or form, is not acceptable. Moving on.
- Grand Rapids, Michigan I like Grand Rapids. I have family there. I applied for jobs there – I think I even interviewed there at the end of college. Beautiful city, on a lake, kinda hilly.
- Rochester, Minnesota When considering moving from Michigan, I figured Rochester would be an acceptable city to live in – get me closer to , still a decent-sized city. I haven’t been there, though, so I can’t actually speak as to how well it’s fitted for me.
- Overland Park, Kansas Um, I haven’t even heard of this town, so it’s automatically off the list. As is Kansas in general.
- Knoxville, Tennessee Ah, Tennessee. So beautiful. Don’t really want to live there, but I probably wouldn’t complain all that much if I had to.
- Topeka, Kansas See #13
- Orlando, Florida I don’t think I’d like Orlando. It’s a little too… touristy (there weren’t any questions about touristy towns in the quiz). My grandma would be close by, and that’d be nice, but I think I’d burn to a crisp. The ocean would be nice, though.
- Duluth, Minnesota Having driven to/through Duluth several times, I think I could live there. I’d complain more in the winter, since there’s more snow and it’s colder, but I could still be happy there. I think I’d like it more than Rochester (#12), but I can’t be sure.
- Seattle, Washington I love Seattle. We went there in high school on a choir tour and I fell in love. Actually applied (I think, or at least strongly looked into) going to school there. My cousin and her husband (the ones that just got back from 2 years of missionary work in Indonesia) went to school there and live there, as does her brother (also my cousin). The market, the ocean, I’d even love the rain. (But is it sunny enough for me? Maybe not.)
- West Palm Beach, Florida Eh, I don’t think so. Not sure why. Maybe for the reasons mentioned in #16.
- Omaha, Nebraska Definitely no. can perhaps comment on this, since I can’t definitively, having never been to Omaha or Nebraska in general, but I’m quite sure that I would die in Nebraska. Wither up into nothingness.
- Evansville, Indiana Again with the Indiana!?!
- Columbia, Missouri Again, not so fond of Missouri. Haven’t been to Columbia, though.
- Toledo, Ohio Definitely no. Of all the places in Ohio that I’ve driven through, Toledo was my least favorite. , wasn’t Toledo the place with the really, really disturbing Motel 6 we stayed at? I shudder to think about it.
- Columbus, Ohio I don’t know Columbus at all. I’ve got nothing left to say about it.
So, there you go. Now, if only someone would make up a localized version for the Twin Cities metro area, maybe and I could come to some sort of agreement or compromise. It’d have to include all the suburbs individually, as well as each of the neighborhoods in Minneapolis and St Paul. That’d be a lot of work.
Looking back over the list… I sure have been to (or at least through) a lot of places! You could almost say I “get around a lot.” (Stifling laughter.) [Editor's Note: my apologies for the horrible joke. I was temporarily taken over by 's sense of humor.]
If you follow the link for the test and take it, please comment on what your results were, if you’ve got the time/energy/will. I’m very interested!
…smell the rain this morning? It smelled like childhood and camping and Saturday afternoons spent on the couch, and a little like locker room and wet dog. All in all, not the greatest smelling rain, but still quite… sensory. I enjoyed it, while walking to work this morning. Arguably, not the best morning to walk to work, but the bus didn’t pass me until the Xcel Center, so I didn’t lose much time.
Thankfully, last night I finally finished the bottle of White Merlot that has been kicking my butt for a week now. I thought that maybe I’d like White Merlot, or tolerate it, since I hate Merlot. But no, this is bad too. Oh well. Won’t know unless I try, right?
Miles walked since 6/1: 43.3
Peeve of the moment: Co-workers (what else?)
What I’m wondering: if we’ll actually be able to cook with a fire this weekend while camping…
In case anyone wanted to know, Snack Packs freeze amazingly well. I highly recommend it, especially if you often find yourself on the run needing something to eat. The chocolate varieties turn out like the pudding pops made when we were kids.
I know, I'm a horrible person. But I haven't had this much fun with a Halloween costume since I went as Titania in 2000.
So, as promised, here's the last teaser for tonight's costume.
While searching through old photos to come up with the Halloween one, I found these that I thought I’d share today:
My cat Montgomery, the first one I had in Michigan, rescued while on a youth group camping trip from the forest.
My next cat, Dallas, who found me in the parking lot of my apartment. He and Montgomery got along pretty well. I was sad to leave them in Michigan, but couldn't bring them with me to Minnesota.
Ah, moving to Michigan. Always nice to see all of your worldly belongings fit inside a trailer.
(And that included a couch and love seat and several other pieces of furniture that had just been given to me by ‘s then-girlfriend , since he’d just moved in with her, and I got the old furniture that morning before driving up to Michigan with and .)
Just before moving, here's me and Alison at my college graduation. It's been pointed out to me by a co-worker that I look exceptionally pale. Yeah, God made me white. Deal with it. (Also, this is why I don't wear black.)
My friend is having a baby next spring, and they just had the ultrasound yesterday to find out if its a boy or a girl. Here’s the picture of Charlie (hope she doesn’t mind my sharing):
I don’t usually get all worked up over babies, but I’m so very happy for and Chuck. I miss her a lot, and wish that we lived closer together (she’s the one in the Boston area). We had lots of good times in college. We were in the same major, read some of the same books, shared impossible crushes, went running together at night around the track, shared many of the same frustrations with professors and classes, worked in the library…. In college I used to say that when I grew up I wanted to be her, because she’s just so amazing. I learned a lot from her, both through conversation and her example of how to be a godly woman seeking the heart of God. Her husband is pastor (associate? something) at a church now that he’s graduated from seminary, and she’s still got a class or two left but isn’t sure what she wants to do other than write. Their kids are going to be so loved and blessed.