…but at present she could not doubt his having a decidedly warm admiration, a conscious preference of herself; and this persuasion, joined to all the rest, made her think that she must be a little in love with him, in spite of every previous determination against it.”I certainly must,” said she. “This sensation of listlessness, weariness, stupidity, this disinclination to sit down and employ myself, this feeling of everything’s being dull and insipid about the house! I must be in love; I should be the oddest creature in the world if I were not – for a few weeks at least.”
I’m finally catching up on sleep from my trip to Savannah! I haven’t felt like blogging since I’ve been back (relax, it’s only been since Saturday night, and I only have a computer at work), but thought I owed my non-existent public an excuse and at least one post before I leave again.
That’s right, I’m leaving again. Tomorrow I head down to Peotone, Illinois, for Betsy’s wedding. I’ll be back next Wednesday though. The last trip was good. Unfortunately, all the pictures I’d uploaded in the week before I left… mysteriously left my server. I’ve had time to fix some of them, but not all of them, so you’ll just have to suffer. Sorry.
Maybe Amanda will guest blog while I’m gone, maybe not. We’ve both been pretty busy. She’s got some family stuff going on too, and a lot of trips away on weekends for the rest of the summer.
It’s Dad’s birthday today. Happy Birthday Dad (even though he doesn’t read this, primarily because I haven’t told him about it and don’t think I want to….)!!! Love you! See you soon!
Rockin’ out to: Silence
Wisdom Source: Return of the King, of Lord of the Rings (I finally finished Pride and Prejudice! You MUST read it! It is WONDERFUL!!!!!)
Today’s Wisdom: Wisdom? What’s that? I’m lucky I can walk and talk at the same time.
So, here I am. The infamous “A”. If you haven’t figured it out yet, that stands for Amanda. Not much to say about me. Maybe just a little blogger illiterate. Kell typed all of these draft posts (one for each day) and told me, if nothing else, I should post those…well, no can do. Can’t figure that out to save my life. So I guess that means I have to tell you a funny story or something….hmm…
Well, there’s always my terrible hatred of geese. Canadian ones, specifically. They are terrible animals. Hereafter, they will be referred to as “devilbirds”, because really, they are. Case in point: Last night I had just dropped a 13 year old girl off at her home when I got lost on my way out of her maze-like subdivision. I finally figured out I was going the wrong direction (and knew which direction was the correct one), so I pulled into the parking lot of this classy office building (with a pond out front, notorious for attracting the aforementioned devilbirds) to turn around. On the way out, the sun was glaring in my eyes. I hear a “Thud!” Loud profanities leave my mouth. I put the car in park, get out, and sure enough, there was a devilbird lying on the ground in front of my car. More profanity. I hate the birds, but don’t get me wrong, I don’t want them to DIE! So, I approach the bird to check for vital signs, when the little @#$%!& flapped up to its feet and came running at me hissing!! Now, this doesn’t leave this room…I, being a farmgirl, with my tough muchacha image to maintain cannot have this getting out, but I ran screaming like a 12 year old schoolgirl. Geese have always freaked me out. Next time I won’t forget my .22 shotgun.
Rockin’ out to: Bob Street (classic R&B show on KFAI/Open Air Radio)
Wisdom Source: Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen
Today’s Wisdom: “When you are knee deep in mud, it’s OK to pee your pants.”
I’ve been pretty busy at work here the past few days. We leave on our mission trip to Savannah, Georgia, tomorrow morning at 7 am. This has meant a lot of extra work to get ready for the trip, and also to take care of things for while I’ll be gone. Double-duty, instead of half-duty, like it sometimes feels here. Sorry about the lack of posting. I’ve asked Amanda to guest-blog for me while I’m gone, but I don’t know if she will or not. Tune in to find out!
My major sunburn from last weekend still hasn’t peeled. I’m afraid that it will start tomorrow around 8:00, just in time for a two-day van ride. Yeah. According to the Today show, Georgia’s weather is “oppressive,” in terms of heat and humidity. Yay.
I am excited about our trip, especially since our site director sounds really great, and we’ll hopefully come out on top financially, since one of the other groups was able to find a student to take our open spot. Plus, gas prices have gone down, and I planned to spend around $2.15/gallon, and that isn’t the case anymore. This makes me feel not so bad about buying those Starbucks gift cards for the site staff.
I’ve got my letter all ready to send to Wisconsin in contest of my speeding ticket. I also mailed out a Father’s Day card to my grandpa today. Unfortunately, I made an error on the one for Ddad, and can’t fix it until I get home, so his will be arriving late. (OK, major funny, because I wrote “I love you, grandpa” on the card for Dad. Now, what would you think? Yay, my daughter is pregnant out of wedlock! Probably not the message I wanted to send.) He needs an up-to-date picture of me anyways (last time I saw him he was carrying around my high school graduation photo that’s eight years old).
Wisdom Source: Pride and Prejudice – I just got to the good part, and I have to leave it at home for a week!
Today’s Wisdom: Exodus 20:12, “Honor your father and mother. Then you will live a long, full life in the land the LORD your God will give you.”
Commie is the new name of my PDA, an iPAQ 3955. I didn’t want to name it Packer, in case people thought I was a Wisconsin Packers fan. Commie, however, has prompted me to attach this graphic to his exterior:
My car’s name is Sly (as in Sylvester). He looks like this [picture removed].
Prior to that, I owned a 1992 Honda Civic LX in navy blue. He was never named, which was supposed to prolong his life, but it didn’t work.
There was Skippy [picture removed] who was both my first car and my fourth car. I drove Skippy in high school for two years, and then Alison got to drive him while I was in college. Dad then bought me Merle, [picture removed] who lasted many years, through college and into Michigan. Alison then owned Skippy, and sold him to me (Merle was given to a college professor). He had a computer problem, and I drove the church van for several months. Briefly I drove a really old truck. Skippy was fixed, and then promptly died again, when I bought my Civic. Which died on Labor Day 2003. And then I bought Sly.
Other things that have been named? Most recently, the squirrels that hang outside our apartment, Merle, Berle, Earl, and Girl.
I’m sure some of you have great stories – please share!
Wisdom Source: Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen
Today’s Wisdom: Proverbs 10:7, “We all have happy memories of the godly, but the name of a wicked person rots away.”
Saw the parrot man again today. [Long pause as I look through archives to find original reference. Can’t. Sorry.]
Also got to experience the joy of having a guy say “hey baby” while walking past me on the street. I ask, how am I expected to react? Women out there, how many of you have ever given positive reinforcement for similar experiences? I’m really curious if guys ever actually get encouraged to do this, or they’re just… stupid?
Someone help me out.
Wisdom Source: Nothing (I finished Mansfield Park, and it ended exactly like I wanted it to!)
Today’s Wisdom: Genesis 1:20, ‘And God said, “Let the waters swarm with fish and other life. Let the skies be filled with birds of every kind.” ‘
“The nothing of conversation has its gradations, I hope, as well as the never. A clergyman cannot be high in state or fashion. He must not head mobs, or set the ton in dress. But I cannot call that situation nothing, which has the charge of all that is the first importance to mankind, individually or collectively considered, temporally and eternally – which has the guardianship of religion and morals, and consequently of the manners which result from their influence. No one here can call the office nothing. If the man who holds it is so, it is by the neglect of his duty, by foregoing its just importance, and stepping out of his place to appear what he ought not to appear.””You assign greater consequence to the clergyman than one has been used to hear given, or than I can quite comprehend. One does not see much of this influence and importance in society, and how can it be acquired where they are so seldom seen themselves? How can two sermons a week, even supposing them worth hearing, supposing the preacher to have the sense to prefer Blair’s to his own, do all that you speak of? govern the conduct and fashion the manners of a large congregation for the rest of the week? Once scarcely sees a clergyman out of his pulpit.”
“You are speaking of London, I am speaking of the nation at large.”
“The metropolis, I imagine, is a pretty fair sample of the rest.”
“Not, I should hope, of the proportion of virtue to vice throughout the kingdom. We do not look in great cities for our best morality. It is not there that respectable people of any denomination can do most good; and it certainly is not there that the influence of the clergy can be most felt. A fine preacher is followed and admired; but it is not in fine preaching only that a good clergyman will be useful in his parish and his neighbourhood, where the parish and neighbourhood are of a size capable of knowing his private character, and observing his general conduct, which in London can rarely be the case. The clergy are lost there in the crowds of their parishioners. They are known to the largest part only as preachers. And with regard to their influencing public manners, Miss Crawford must not misunderstand me, or suppose I mean to call them the arbiters of good breeding, the regulators of refinement and courtesy, the masters of the ceremonies of life. The manners I speak of might rather be called conduct, perhaps, the result of good principles; the effect, in short, of those doctrines which it is their duty to teach and recommend; and it will, I believe, be every where found, that as the clergy are, or are not what they ought to be, so are the rest of the nation.”
– Mansfield Park by Jane Austen, pages 72-73, written in 1814.
Where to begin? How about you all share your thoughts. I’ll get back to mine…..
Monster is dead. He was recently flushed. Anyone want to say a few words?
I’ve never actually watched a fish die before. Usually, I come home and they’re dead. So this was especially painful. I had started to research euthanasia for fish, but I didn’t think I could do any of the suggestions, and then he died. So there.
I’ll get a new one. But it might be a few weeks.
Rockin’ out to: City of Angels Soundtrack
Wisdom Source: Mansfield Park by Jane Austen (this one’s going to take a while)
Today’s Wisdom: Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to rebuild.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak up.
A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.
It was a lovely long weekend. OK, well, for those of you who live in the Midwest with me, it was not exactly lovely. Nonstop rain. Four days. It’s supposed to let up sometime tomorrow…. Doubtful.
Amanda went camping with her parents all weekend, so it was pretty quiet. The cats are still all riled up from our trip to Boston, so they provided some entertainment. There was decent TV on. Mostly, I slept and cleaned and took care of some things I’ve been meaning to. I was going to do some more planting (the first set of seedlings got washed away in the rains of a few weeks ago), but it keeps raining. So, instead, Monday I watched The Omega Code. It was pretty good, for a Christian-produced Armageddon movie. Better than Left Behind, which was also good, but B-quality, if you ask me (which, you’re here reading my thoughts, so I’ll take that as asking….)
Bought some new stamps at the Post Office today.
Work is boring. Have I mentioned that lately? I need to make some phone calls about potential jobs. I sent out resumes right before we went to Boston, and got a few nibbles. No new openings that have interested me since then, however.
I wonder how Liz is doing on her job search. She’s still in Florida, staying at her cousin’s. I’d like it if she came up here for a visit (hint hint, if you’re reading this Liz).
June’s going to be busy. Just a warning. I’ll try not to be too crazy.
Rockin’ out to: SheDaisy
Wisdom Source: Mansfield Park by Jane Austen
Today’s Wisdom: Revelation 7:13-17. “Then one of the twenty-four elders asked me, “Who are these who are clothed in white? Where do they come from?” And I said to him, “Sir, you are the one who knows.” Then he said to me, “These are the ones coming out of the great tribulation. They washed their robes in the blood of the Lamb and made them white. That is why they are standing in front of the throne of God, serving him day and night in his Temple. And he who sits on the throne will live among them and shelter them. They will never again be hungry or thirsty, and they will be fully protected from the scorching noontime heat. For the Lamb who stands in front of the throne will be their Shepherd. He will lead them to the springs of life-giving water. And God will wipe away all their tears.”