December 2008
122 posts
I always overpack, and I always forget something important (or don’t pack enough t-shirts, or something). Hopefully this time I can find that happy medium…
I’m thinking that, assuming I work out something awesome for housing next year that becomes semi-permanent (at least for the duration of seminary), I may try to move almost completely out of my parents’ house in the...
Knee-high boots that fit me! It’s a Christmas miracle!
on the Wii Fit "trainer"
Mom: He's really flexible.
Me: He's also animated.
“Wanna know our secret formula? Being awesome.”
– Cheerwine billboard on I-40.
I love my grandfather
Me: You're a nut.
Pop: I know. But ain't it fun?
Oh gosh. I fried my mini-hairdryer and my room smells AWFUL.
I think my 2 favorite Christmas gifts were ones that weren’t even for me—the Wii Fit that Mom got and Dad’s Apples to Apples.
I’m wearing my new sweater dress, I don’t care how warm it is outside.
I think Grace successfully installed Rosetta Stone on my computer. Score! La mujer corre una manzana. Yeah. I...
I knew those 3 miles would come back to haunt me. Excuse me while I find my ibuprofen and lie on my back on the floor.
Mom made this amazing southwestern succotash yesterday, and today I had the genius idea of adding it and some parmesan cheese to my scrambled eggs. So good!
We’re already having technical difficulties with Christmas gifts. This is when I’m glad I got mostly clothes and books. Hannah Coulter is working just fine, thanks. :)
You know you’re not kids anymore when your parents have to come drag you out of bed on Christmas morning. We were there last year, and seeing as it’s already midnight, I am clearly not getting my 11 hours of sleep tonight, so we’ll see how the morning goes for me.
Merry Christmas. :)
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It’s Christmas Eve! Very exciting. Except for the part where I somehow got roped into singing at the 5:00 service tonight—AKA the screaming children everywherrrre service. Ah well. Gotta give back to my home church occasionally, especially if they’re going to support my seminary education and recommend me for ordination…right.
I haven’t gotten as much reading done...
So I like what I see when I’m looking at me When I’m walking past the mirror No stress through the night, at a time in my life Ain’t worried about if you feel it Got my head on straight, I got my mind right I ain’t gonna let you kill it You see I wouldn’t change my life, my life’s just fine — MJB
I got 11 hours of sleep for the second night in a row. Holy crap.
I had a beer with dinner last night and didn’t get carded. Come on, people. I turned 21 in April and I was wearing jeans, a sweatshirt, and no makeup. For your own sakes, card me.
Oh God. I’m a college graduate. That’s horrifying.
Went to sleep around 9:30 p.m., got up at 8:30 a.m. Baller.
It’s not even 9:00 and I feel like I could go to sleep right now.
Heck, maybe I will.
Oh snap. I might apply for this FTE (Fund for Theological Education) fellowship (they gave me money 2 years ago) for seminary students where your congregation nominates you and agrees to give a certain amount of financial support, and if you get the fellowship, FTE matches the church’s contribution (up to a certain point, of course). Dad said MPUMC would be willing to do that, and if I got...
“Honestly, it’s 10:30 in the morning and everything new on my Facebook is...”
– Jay
“He told me I had a perfect body. I was so inexperienced, I had no idea he was...”
– Bette Middler in Then She Found Me
“Thank you. You’re gorgeous. Goodbye.”
– Colin Firth being a spaz with Helen Hunt in Then She Found Me
House, M.D. on the death penalty
Cameron: Black defendants are ten times more likely to get a death sentence than whites.
Foreman: Doesn’t mean we need to get rid of the death penalty, do we? It just means we need to kill more white people.
On Monday, I went to a middle school choir concert to see Parisse, age 13. On Tuesday, Isata, age 12, spent a few hours at my house doing homework. That is how I want the rest of my life to be.
NCIS
Tony: Worried about him?
Ziva: Are you?
Tony: You be worried. I'll be tentatively troubled...privately perturbed...fleetingly flustered.
Ziva: Have you called him?
Tony: I would have to be deeply discombobulated to even think of calling him.
“The church is God’s suffering people.”
– James H. Cone
I want to give my kids weird names, but some of these parents are crazy. I’m labelling mail to send to high school students to encourage them to apply to Duke, and I just pulled a label for someone named Essence Endependence Thompson. Yeah.
Also, I just found out that “The Heart of the Matter,” one of my favorite India.Arie songs, was originally done by The Eagles. I mean, I love The Eagles, but it makes me sad that India didn’t write it. :(
I hate it when I get one of those little cards informing me that I have a package, which was brought to my house but then returned to the post office when I wasn’t home. I hate it even more when they send it back to the post office on Miami Blvd, which is not exactly right by my house (like the one of Kangaroo Dr is). I also hate that said post office on Miami Blvd doesn’t open until...
It’s kind of fun that Target.com shipped the 2 items I ordered separately, because that means 2 packages. :) It’s the simple things in life.
“How do I feel, bitch? I feel undefeated.”
– Weezy
Oh sweet! NBC’s online store now has Dunder Mifflin shotglasses. I looked as soon as I saw “Moroccan Christmas,” and no luck, so they must have just posted it. They’re not available until the beginning of next month, which is just as well, because even a $10 purchase really ought to wait, lol…
joys of babysitting + randos
The toddler is doing laps around the house. Good. He’ll be tired when I put him to bed in half an hour.
The 3-year-old is practically in my lap, and I’m assuming he can’t read what I’m writing right now.
The 5-year-old is in the next room coloring and talking to himself.
I’m wiped after working all day, and I only stopped by the house to change into comfier pants...
We get a break because they haven’t gotten in today’s shipment of viewbooks yet. Thank goodness. I’m catching up on House online (missed it last night too, dang it…FOX is stupid for posting episodes 8 days after they air).
I know I slept well last night because (a) I didn’t wake up at all during the night and (b) I got 2 text messages around midnight and neither woke me up. Get it.
No wonder it’s so cold—the heat is off! I guess my neighbor (in whose room lives the thermostat that controls both our environments) thought I’d left already…gah.
“It is easy to change the language of oppression without changing the...”
– James H. Cone. Why you can have political correctness, for all I care.
If I don’t work out soon, I’m gonna be not a happy camper.
This morning I realized I didn’t own any sensible shoes to wear to work. So I raided Emily’s closet and found a fantastic pair, which I wore all day. Then I went to find something similar for myself, and I stumbled upon a part of comfy, reasonable black shoes at Shoe Carnival—for $9. I win. Bigtime.
“Jesus is the reason for the season…but Santa gets all the bitches.”
– Comedy Central
Also, I would like to note that during one of John Legend’s songs, the brass section dictinctly started playing the melody to the chorus of Lil Wayne’s “Lollipop.” I don’t think anyone else caught it, but if (there are going to be some compound conditionals here) I can remember which JL song it was and if I can get DJ software recommended so I have something fun to...