Monday, July 25, 2005

Yay! It's a title bar!

So I finally figured out the title bar thing. I must be losing my mind. Thinking on it... I think it left me around the 12th...
I'm awake I'm awake! I got like two hours of sleep in and I plan on doing it again shortly - woot!!

I thought I would just tell you guyz about this poem i found by the late Rachel Joy Scott. She was a Christian and died in the Colombine shootings way back in the day....

People are crying
Losing their minds
People are dying
Taking their lives
Will anyone help?
Will somebody listen
or am I all by myself?

Please reach out your hand
Grab a hold of their life
open their eyes
to His wonderful light
Let them know
of His undying love
That this comes only
from heaven above.

Please reach out your hand
Grab a hold of their life
Don't let go
without a good fight
witness to them
show them the way
Give them God's love,
and give it today.

I sit here and tell you
To go sace a life
But what am I doing
to give that good fight?
I judge other soulds,
never checking my own
Oh my Lord,
I should have known.

Right on Rachel, right on.

Sunday, July 24, 2005

I'm tired...

I'm tired. It could just be because I've spent 13 hrs. at work, only to come back about 4-5 hrs. later and then an hour after that. The perk is that I get to come back in 45 min. Yay.
It could also be because of the heat. It's really bloody hot in Aberdabber. Hitting the upper 90's plus humidity and all that jazz... at 9:30am. That would make anyone lethargic.
It could also be because of all the driving I've been forcing myself to do. It's brilliant to see that I haven't crashed, gotten ticketed, or any other maheim that driving sleep deprived does to someone. You see, every day that I've had free, I've been driving to Madison, Watertown, Sioux Falls, Fargo... wherever. I don't really get a whole lot of time in any of these places, but it seems like I spend a lot of time just driving. You can ask anyone in any of these places... I really don't stay very long. The sad thing is that everyone in whom I talk to in any of these places tell me I should come down more often. That makes me even more tired.
I'm "even more tired" because while they all tell me to come down more often, they fail to consider coming up. Sure, I occasionally have people come up. My mom's been to Aberdabber three times this year. Rach has been here about the same, Al, Kevin, and Mark once, and Jon's been here countless times. I have also had Candace, Sarah, Carl and a few others around too, but only Jon's been here in the past month or so. It saddens me to think that some people whom I love haven't even thought to come up at all. It makes me tired.
I'm also tired of being tired. Today I was told two or three times that I look like I could fall over asleep at any moment. The truth is I actually could, but people keep calling me and waking me from any sleep I could possibly have today.

This is just a random cranky sleepy tired blog since I haven't blogged in like a month.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

The Wedding~ The Dream

To keep my friends from weird emails, I'll tell you that I had a dream about "Bethany and Alfred's" wedding. Of course, Bethany and Alfred aren't their REAL names, but it's a cool confidentiality thing... plus most people know who they are anyway...And remember, dreams aren't supposed to make sense.

So I'm having this dream about their wedding... which isn't weird since they are dating anyway, I figured they'd probably get hitched anyway. They commisioned my family to do the wedding... which is just... wrong... but for some reason my aunt Rose and my other aunt Lori are running around with clipboards.This is a funny sight for me, but now my two wonderfully Baptist friends... are having a Catholic wedding. There goes attention to detail, huh? Who cares, it's my dream, right?

I'm noted to be the reader in this wonderful chaos and I'm standing at the front before the ceremony, when I notice that all of Bethany's side of the family is in black business attire. Knowing Bethany's fam. isn't a 'business attire' type of group... I was struck odd. Bethany's mother, who in real life is an amazing woman named Karen, was now played by a lady that looks like Goldie Hawn with dark short hair. And a business suit. Let's say I'm glad Karen is who Karen is.

Not-Karen is on the phone and she hangs up her cellular with triumph as she says at the kitchen table of my house in Aberdeen (she was seconds ago at the altar,but it's a dream) "The little wee thing we thought about Alfred from here is just the opposite. It turns out in her small town, she's quite the thing. I knew it! It's just like the finale of I love Lucy, season 12."

just a note: if anyone has the seen the finale of season 12 of I love Lucy
can you explain this part to me? Thank you.

I turn back around to see Bethany sitting in the back of the church by a rotating fan with an unkempt look about him and his white tux was be tussled around by the wind. It looked like he needed a good pre-game talking to. So walking down the aisle to Groom-to be, I stood him up and realized he had been drinking green kool-aid with olives in it. (Bethany wouldn't drink Martini's so I only assume it was kool-aid) I took his last drink away from him and started brushing him off. He grabbed hold of my arms... and noticing his discomfort since A) I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and B) he's a modesty-nazi.... I took his hands and put them to his sides. I then told him how great it is that he even has someone as amazing as Alfred and he should lay off the green kool-aid until the reception. Bethany started to cry. He's a very emotional guy, but I didn't mean to be that mean to him. Instead of consoling him, like a good friend, I told him that it was 11 and he should be at the altar already. I then left to find Alfred.

It turns out Alfred got lost finding the church, but said she'd be there after I went to church at 5... if I made it on time.

At this point I woke up to notice it was 5:20pm on Saturday afternoon and had missed 5pm church. Saddened, I told God I was sorry and headed for the showers (I work on Sunday mornings and can't make it then.) As I passing by the bulletin board in my house, I realized that there was another mass at 7pm and I'd be able to make it. I skipped downstairs into my happy shower.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

War of the Blog ness monster....

I have recently come across a blog in which my good name and crazy unkempt secrets were tossed around in a hiatus of random confusion. Hilarious confusion, but a hiatus nonetheless. All over a pair of shorts....

While I really can't say anything too terrible awful about my *cough* um...beloved... I do feel coerced to throw out a few of his personal flaws...

~Jon believes I invented the question mark.

~Jon's toes have scared away even Big Foot...forget about his Scottish cousin, Lochy.

~Jon is the backwards man, he's the backwards man, the backwards man, the backwards man...

~Jon bruises easy... that's because of his very fragile state of mind... ;)

~He likes almost all alcoholic beverages... some becoming close, personal friends.... his imaginary friends are even called Sam and Jack.

~He likes a little cheese with his w(h)ine.

~Jon loves getting up before 8am on weekends. He loves it even more when you call him at that time. His number is 520-3265 (area code lacking for discretion issues)

~Jon believes Vanilla Ice stole his song. "Ice Ice Baby" was actually "You're nice, but a little crabby" a song for an ex.

~Jon's mom pays me to hang out with him... I get time and a half for weekends.

And last but not least....
~ Jon (even if he is a bit disgruntled) will agree that he deserves everything that I dished right back out to him... and he knows I still love him~!
Have a fun....day....

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Sharing my Independance day co-dependently.....

I was thinking of things that were "American" so then I could enjoy them on the 4th. I figured that would be kinda patriotic. So here was what I was thinking about:
baseball
hotdogs
America, the Beautiful
apple pie
football... not FOOTball...like the rest of the known world sees it as...

then i thought of Fireworks. Yeah! Fireworks! Fireworks are awesome~ but wait... the Chinese invented the firework. Then I thought about Americans. We're all either, Asian American, African American, Native American, European American....minus the Native Americans, we really aren't originally American either. We're from all over the world! Then I just had to go to my list.
Baseball was American. ... but it was based off of the English game Rounders.

The hotdog is credited to the first century A.D. when the Emperor Nero Claudius Ceasar's chef, Gaius took venison and stuck it into a pig's intestine... yum.

America, the Beautiful is very American ( written about Pike's Peak in Colorado.) Unfortunately Katherine Bates (it's creator) was um.... very liberal too... (She formed a romantic relationship with another Katherine, who was the head of the Economics department and with whom she lived until her partner's death in 1915. http://www.miketodd.net/encyc/beaut.htm )

Apple pies are pretty American. There are over 30 different kinds of apples in the world, and the seven native kinds in the U.S. are all crab apples. I've discerned that a good apple pie cannot be made from crab apples... so we had to import our apples from Europe...then we had to import honey bees to keep them alive!

And finally, Football... which can be traced all the way back to it's Rugby lifestyle in England days....

Well, I guess we really can't celebrate our Independence without a little help from around the world... Happy 4th of July!

Friday, July 01, 2005


Humanoids are odd beings

It takes one to know one... how untrue! I can tell straight away the difference between a male human and a male guinea pig. I don't have to personally know either to be able to distinguish one from the other...

So I'm planning on taking a power walk... freshening up and working at improving myself physically...once I finish this c2 and pull myself away from the computer. I should do it too... it's an amazing day out and I can't think of anything better to do right now...other than blog to you fine people about the amazing day it is outside. It's the first of July! Yeah toast! I'm optimistic for this month.Something about July makes me smile. Maybe because it isn't June. June was a bad month... but it's not June anymore, is it?! It's July!

Isn't it odd that Humans are the only creations on earth that use a calendar with useless names on it? Most things are like,"It's cold now. It's hot now. It's time to mate now. It's time to stockpile food for the time when it will be cold now." We should do that. It would make life easier. We should also have a president that we can debate with and is actually smart enough to answer back intelligibly... I wonder if we can elect Tony Blair? Oh wait... he's already busy... and he's British. We might want someone American. ... yeah... and when I get around to it, I'm going to get carpet and wood furnishings like they have in the Senate. sheesh... this is what happens when you watch C-SPAN2 at 10:30 at night.

Well, it looks like I"m in a better mood. Yeah dawg!

nope didn't work
but i'm still wondering...


hmmm
i wonder...