Wednesday, December 17, 2008

#7

So I was in a wedding. Shocker, I know.

Angela Rochelle Goede; friend, 'Bou girl, former flatmate, Ministry Partner, college classmate; married Patrick O'Hara Thomas on a snowy hilltop (read- tippy top) on Friday, December 12, 2008, in the presence of God and many friends & family members.
And THEN- I got to stay at Angela's Aunt & Uncle's mansion with Vanessa.
I found these AMAZING fluffy skirts, and I tried one on.
(How's my ballet form?)
Erin Weides and Erin Bell.
They are GREAT! We had fun at the dance.
Me and Liz Points hang out with the youth group kids on Wednesdays.
She is an artist and a graphic design lady who loves birds
and her parents bought me pie at The Square.
The 'Bou girls reunite with Pink Sylvia.
Back from the dead. What an emotional rollercoaster!

Angela and Patrick Thomas
(The happy couple)
...kilts and EvErYtHiNg
: )

season 4- the coldest one

Winter bliss and Winter groans
1. You know after you drive through a snowstorm and that large chunk of ice, snow & salt builds up behind your tires. That’s my favorite. I was talking about it with my house mother the other day and sheepishly admitted I really look forward to kicking that stuff off. Then we both realized we don’t have to be shy about it because that’s one of her favorite things too! It was like somebody deflated the embarrassment in the room, and our stories came tumbling out like volcanic lava on steroids.
Of course the do’s and don’ts of this practice are worth paying attention to:
- DO kick it as often as you like.
- DO drive a few extra miles to get a bigger chunk.
- DON’T do it in your driveway. (As you will be forced to shovel it later.)
- DO kick in a large public parking lot that pays for plow service.
- DON’T kick it off a stranger’s car in the mall parking lot. (As tempting as the growing chunk may be)
- DO enjoy the feeling of sheer joy that sweeps through your spirit upon completion.
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2. I have a small phobia of those shocks that sweep through the fingertips. All the static electricity in the air throughout the winter can be an annoyance. I remember specifically going to a static electricity performance/show at the Science Museum on a field trip one winter. Not even joking- I had the most intense shocks for a whole year from anything that carried the smallest charge. I use to stand outside my car staring at the handle & using the power of self-talk to prepare to touch the handle and receive the inevitable shock. Perhaps that was the same year I went through 3 watches, my theory is that I carried a highly charged electromagnetic field that killed watches. Maybe the Science Museum partnered with watch makers worldwide. Quite the little conspiracy.
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3. My boss at work says road salt doesn’t work on the roads when it’s super frigid outside. The chemical reaction doesn’t work between salt and ice. I’m not sure I believe her. If road salt doesn’t work, then my confidence in Minnesota winter driving (where it’s ALWAYS frigid November through March) is severely shaken. Better research this little tip. I also have heard some counties mix beet juice within the sandy mixture “clean water people” promote in their communities. I think that might be true. It seems like the beets should catch a break somewhere since they’re good for nothing else.
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4. Lastly, my Christmas Wish came early this year. I received a little dog named Turbie at my work white elephant gift exchange. (An unfit category to put this little ceramic canine under because he’s worth far more than rubies in my heart.)
P.S. Does anyone else find it super morbid that FUNERAL HOMES give out calendars at the top of the New Year? Like- just in case you DIE this year- your loved ones left behind will have our number at the bottom of your calendar, so they can just give us a call to transport your body.

Friday, November 21, 2008

cheers to the 'hood

I still enjoy the occasional chick flick. I watched The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 this week. Granted, the plot line isn't extremely brilliant. Building two movies around the premise of a pair of "magical" pants... very fictional. But it's strange how I am able to identify with this crazy group of girlfriends. I love how different they all are! Life takes them all over the place, but when they're back together again- it's just like old times. *smile* Herein lies the parallelism with my life.

The Fab Four
Caitlin, Michelle, Melody, Emili

Yes, I'm posting this one cause it's el natural (as the French say). Ain't no shame in it.

Location: The white sand beaches of Western Michigan.... holla!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Martha Stewart and the Exodus

At ACE High, we use to name our little pumpkins and gourds that we kept in our locker from Oct-Nov. In loving memory of ACE (R.I.P.), I have named the items in the autumn basket on my desk at work. There's Gordie & Herman & Rumplestilskin & Cleo. This isn't the picture of MY basket, but it does have similar contents, no?
I am very happy to know the Thanksgiving holiday is only one week away. It will be much needed time of refreshment and relaxation at the homestead. I will finally be able to talk to my not-so-little , little brother --> who is seemingly unreachable) as well as the rest of the family. I have always enjoyed being a part of a large family- it makes the holidays happy. When the house fills up again and all the seats in the living room are taken, and I get stuck sitting on the floor- yet again. In a strange way, I like to sit on the floor because it means there are lots of people around me who KNOW me, and I can have the freedom to unleash all of who I am without fear of rejection. They will watch me spin and twirl around the kitchen and think simply- 'that's just melody.'

I will miss my dear friend emili who is sharing this holiday with her in-laws in Michigan, but smile as I remind myself that she will be in Wisconsin over Christmas. Hugs will be given and hearts will be shared over a few cups of Roastery coffee in a few short weeks.
My wonderful, energetic friend Caitlin spurred me to begin reading parts of Exodus this week. I am very familiar with the stories, but it was kind of cool to read them again and see new details that I haven't reflected on in years. This stood out to me:
"Then the Lord said to Moses, 'I will rain down bread from heaven for you. The people are to go out each day and gather enough for that day. In this way I wll test them and see whether they will follow my instructions.' "
Ex 16:4
The Lord is faithful to provide what we need for each day. We should not stress ourselves out about tomorrow because He will be there to meet us in the morning. There's something about the fact that it was a test of faith. Maybe an encouragement for us to stop relying on ourselves and start trusting God with everything. This has been a common theme God is trying to teach me. I have been reading "Finding God" by Dr. Larry Crabb, and he talks about how often we ask God to remove the obstacle or give us immediate answers or even demand blessings from Him because of our "good behavior"; but that's not how God works. Instead of asking Him to make our lives better, we should be praying for our faith to grow as we learn to rely on the Lord in a different way. I am too focused on myself and my own ability to handle life. I am praying for a heart that learns to need God for EVERYTHING and realize my own ability is nothing compared to the Creator.

Today is my sister and brother-in-laws 3rd Anniversary. Here's a picture to commemorate their wedding day:

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

manna from the heavens

first snowfall.

there is always something magical about it. i quickly sink into my winter boots and pull my hat on and head out the door. as i drive along the golf course, the tree branches are no longer bare and naked. they are draped in the new snowy blanket. i love this part of winter. when the snow collects on the trees and reaches over the road to create a snowy tunnel.

the temperature is not bad...a balmy 30 degrees. (You come to realize 30 is warm after spending a harsh winter in Minnesota ;-)

This type of weather makes me feel romantic and joyful. A song begins to play in my head in the deep, melodic voice of Doris Day, Secret Love is the title, I think. But that isn't very Christmas-y, so I will post a different song instead.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=szrqtgAd3h0

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

here we sit on the wall

PLEASE make all the TALK about politics STOP!!!! I can't take it anymore. I want to atrophy and go limp. I want to plug my ears and eyes (ouchie!) until it's over. I want the better man to win, but I look around and his chances seem bleak. I don't want to talk about judges, state reps or ANYTHING! I just want it all to go away, yet our nation is led blindly into d e s t r u c t i o n... the veil over the eyes of so many, like some sort of spiritually evil trance.
People who feel they should take a stand and make their point by voting neither Republican nor Democratic seem foolish.
Congratulations, you made your point- as our liberty is thrown out the back door all in the name of "change".
America, do you know what this "change" means...really? I don't think you do.
My skin tingles and my hair stands on end when I see him or hear his name. A feeling I am well-familiar with as it relates to my spiritual antenna. It is the Spirit reminding me to Stop! Listen! And be warned! This is evil masquerading as light. But the veil is blinding people... empty promises with no method for action. If he wins, my job and many other Spirit-led places of employment at stake.
Lord, I pray for mercy and grace. I pray for your power to overcome the darkness and the blinders. I rejoice in knowing YOU are my hope and strength in the midst of whatever happens. Thank you that my security does not rest in government. Help our blind eyes and hearts, Lord Jesus.

Friday, October 24, 2008

rejoice in His presence

Received this from a friend... a great reminder for all of us.

Rejoice in ME always! No matter what is going on, you can rejoice in your Love-relationship with Me. This is the secret of being content in all circumstances. So many people dream of the day when they will finally be happy: when they are out of debt, when their children are out of trouble, when they have more leisure time, and so on. While they daydream, their moments are trickling in the ground like precious balm spilling wastefully from overturned bottles.

Fantasizing about future happiness will never bring fulfillment, because fantasy is unreality. Even though I am invisible, I am far more Real than the world you see around you. My reality is eternal and unchanging. Bring your moments to Me, and I will fill them with vibrant Joy. Now is the time to rejoice in My Presence!

-Jesus Calling
By Sarah Young

“Celebrate God all day, every day. I mean, revel in him! Make it as clear as you can to all you meet that you're on their side, working with them and not against them. Help them see that the Master is about to arrive. He could show up any minute!”
Philippians 4:4-5 -The Message

“I know how to live on almost nothing or with everything. I have learned the secret of living in every situation, whether it is with a full stomach or empty, with plenty or little.” Philippians 4:12- NLT

“But you are always the same; you will live forever.” Psalm 102:27- NLT

chicken nuggets all in a row

I'm feeling very inspired and chatty today.

Because I've become super involved at my church (which is AWESOME, by the way) I have been meeting alot of people. Sometimes these people ask me if I'm involved with a Sunday School class. Which I'm not. I feel slightly guilty about this for some reasons:

1. I was ALWAYS in Sunday school growing up. It wasn't even an option to skip. (Except for sometimes Danny and I would because we'd get to church 30 minutes late, and it was really embarrassing to walk in a classroom when everyone is facing the door. So we'd both head to our respective gender bathrooms and wait for the last 15 minutes to tick down.)
2. I do want to be involved in a group and learn. It's not that I'm anti-social but here's my beef- WHY do I want to be lumped together with a group of peers who are all equally confused about this awkward transition part of life? WHY can't I go to an elderly people's class and learn with them?!
3. Why do all 20-something groups feel like a single's awareness class?! I just want to go and learn, but I can't because I walk in, and I feel like a piece of NeW single meat dangling in front of all the awkwardly single men...
4. PLUS- because I plan to move on in a year or so, I don't want to form new friendships that will just be getting started and then End. Abruptly.

I'm not trying to close off or protect my heart --> as some people have eluded to. I just want to be happy in the worship service surrounded by the teens I serve on Wednesday nights. I want to focus my passions and sluff off the other things.

As long as I'm here, I should say that I believe very strongly in community. I don't think church is suppose to be without it. Contrary to what our culture teaches, no man is an island. We need the body of believers to encourage, challenge, and call us out on things. I think it's okay to get that community support from my other friend groups.

So goodbye guilt. I still love Jesus. I just choose to be learning and growing outside of the Sunday school realm.

thumbalena skeleton

I woke up yesterday with a throbbing hand. I don't know why, but it has been in pain for the last 2 days and nights. Upon inspection, I am undecided as to whether it is swollen or just my thick hand. Well, actually, I KNOW it's my thick hand...but is it thicker than usual?! That remains the question. Some of my loyal readers (all 2 of you) are probably scratching your heads in confusion. In case your mom never told you, there is a natural thing that makes one side of our bodies disproportionate to the other. You thought it was just you, didn't you? Rest assuredly, we all have it. You're not a freak of nature or atypical nor are you half human/half alien. As to the reason why, ask a doctor. That's not my expertise.

This morning, I have decided to tape my thumb to press against my hand. In the words of my mother, "I think it just needs a good rest."

I knew my one handed typing, over extended double jointedness, incorrect pen holding would catch up to my thumb someday. That day has arrived.

Friday, October 10, 2008

assumptions burn

Lately I have encountered a frustration with my age. Since I've turned 24, I feel older than ever but slightly "weirded out" by the fact that I have memories so clear from years past. I remember the intense sense of injustice I felt at different times throughout high school when blame was passed to us regarding the attitudes we were communicating to the younger people. I remember feeling the burning anger toward teachers who were grading unfairly, but the flood of relief through my Tae Bo outlet. Then there's the time I got suspended from school for 3 days in 8th grade and after my dad's short story of his own downfall, I realized the gut wrenching guilt of the sin I was capable of committing. The long summer days spent outside inventing things or forming clubs or going to the secret treehouse or daily trips to the library for books and stickers. These are crystal clear memories 18 years later.



It is insulting to feel small and insignificant and judged by another person simply because I've only been out of college for 2 years and made the choice to not get married. This also is a feeling I identify way too well with because it's the way I felt judged numerous times by church people. Something I had to endure because I was a minor and not old enough to find my own church. Looking back, I've forgiven these people for their insensitive comments, looks, or talk behind-my-back... but I can't forget how it felt. So don't coat your comments about my inexperience in a "oh, she's so cute" way because that stings. I'm not some inexperienced, innocent twit. I've been employed in some form for nearly 10 years of my life!

Life experiences of joy and pain aside, here's my jobs resume:

Gift shop/ Piano lesson receptionist

Camp staff (accomodations, snack & gift shop store, boat house, dish crew, air rifles assistant)

AVEDA salon receptionist

bed & breakfast cleaning person

elderly care

Target (cashier, guest services, operator, food ave, sales floor)

catering server (setup, serve-it-up, tear down)

Caribou Coffee

house cleaning

youth group leader

I would thank you to not see me as young, but to see me as a real person with a real life story.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Written by Mindy (my hilarious friend)


This is too priceless and hilarious to lose track of. Thought I better post it on my blog, so I can always look back and laugh.

Dear friends:
This past Sunday I was over at mi madre's casa (my mother's house) helping her (well, more like watching her and being her personal cheerleader) as she was pulling up nasty dirt that had died.
Upon the excitement of the idea of the new grass that would soon be planted, I noticed something moving out of the corner of my eye. I jumped with excitement when I came to find that a little worm had lived through the dead-grass-pulling endeavor, and he was just lying there, like a fish out of water, lifeless, and gasping for soil.
Thinking on my feet, and wanting to save this poor little wormie's life, I grabbed the steak knife that we had been using to cut out the dead grass (Home Depot suggested something else, but the Bosma women stand on their own) and delicately dug a little hole for wormie to crawl into.
After waiting about 3 seconds and realizing that poor little wormie wasn't going to do it on his own, I placed him in the hole, hoping and praying that he would eventually crawl to the innards of the earth and live for millions of years.
To my delight, wormie slowing and gingerly started crawling back to his humble abode and this is an action shot of him waving goodbye.
LONG LIVE WORMIE!!!!!
(Written By Mindy)


(Photo courtesy of Mindy)

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

inner turmoil

hard to explain
maybe it's just me
my fault
my issue
the old voice kicks in
trying to push it out
listen to truth
but can't quite do it.
not sure why
feeling defeated
knowing that's a lie as well.
on this road
no one to listen or care
cause i can't explain it.
back to the waiting room of life
to page through the dusty magazines from a time long ago.
a time of laughing and freedom
and less confusion.
wish i could push every one away and out.
not helping,
just perplexed.
one do over would be nice.

little gray hair

Just a few days shy of my 24th birthday, I have detected my first gray hair. It has more of a silvery glint actually.

As I stare at it in the mirror, I wonder what my gray hair strategy should be.
1) I could begin the arduous task of pulling the grayish-silver ones out, simply postponing the inevitable.
2) I could just let it be until it weakens at the root and falls out.
3) I could start buying hair dye.
4) I could publicize it far and wide bringing with it acclaimed fame, power, and money.
5) I could thank God for the special gift as it written, "The glory of young men is their strength, gray hair the splendor of the old." Prov 20:29

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One thing I have been reminded of these days is how amazing it is to have a mom. Lately, most of my friends have been MIA. But a mom is always there. She is ready to listen, she knows who I am, and why I think the way I do. She is great to call when I just want to ramble about anything & nothing. She'll talk even though it irritates her bronchitis infected lungs. She can point out when I'm being unreasonable and speculate about Satan's latest scheme to get me to trip up. My mom is priceless and amazing, and I'm very glad she's mine. The End
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Friday, August 22, 2008

funny faces, fun places


Places I've been, people I've seen, adventures that happened.
May 2008- Friends since plaid pleated skirts and red polos were dress code.
These two women faithfully are pursuing the Lord's call on their life and their friendship to me is irreplaceable! I miss these crazy fun ladies.



June 2008- After nearly being swept away by the flood waters in my car, I made it home in 9 hours and was a guest at the A + wedding... Lindsey and Ryan. Momsie and I take a snapshot.

July 2008- Enjoying pie (French Silk & Strawberry) at the Kulhman's house. A little weekend away full of relaxing, Noah's baseball, Whistle Binkey's food, and grilled kabobs!

August 2008- These two wonderful people sponsored me for the Leadership Summit broadcast at Eaglebrook Church. Jean volunteers with New Life and her husband Bob retired from Medtronic... a popular Minnesota place of employment.

August 2008- Katie's friend got married outside of Oshkosh, WI, so we took a little roadtrip across Wisconsin and on the way found a great big bear to take pictures with at the WI Dells. She's pretty cool. We're buds.


August 2008- This is Liala with a sour face... she had an ear infection and wasn't very smiley. Actually, this is how she usually looks at me- especially when I'm dancing and singing in the kitchen. She's one year old now and that's the dress I got her for her birthday.




Thursday, August 14, 2008

that crazy horizon

I can't believe the end of August is approaching. With the Minnesota State Fair excitement on the horizon, I know we'll roll into September in no time at all. All the kiddies are getting ready to head back to school, and I am not--> for the 2nd Fall in a row.

I spent a lovely weekend with the Kuhlman family in pleasant Elgin, MN. We got to go to our favorite restaurant in Rochester Whistle Binkey's. We grilled kabobs and watched some baseball while we worked on our tan. It was highly relaxing and a nice break from serverland at wedding receptions.

I went with a friend as a guest to a wedding and reception held at Spencer Lake Christian Camp. It's beautiful country out there... WAY out there. Definitely off the beaten path. It sorta renewed my faith in matrimony. (Being a server makes you critical and skeptical of all that stuff) Just seeing two people- definitely in love & definitely having fun with Christ as their center... it's touching.

My good friends Michelle and Jon waved goodbye to the great city of Minneapolis and moved back to Brookfield, WI. It was sad to see them go, but I'm happy for their new opportunities back in the great cheese state.

I helped coordinate a surprise party for my dear friend Erin Bell. She turned 24 and definitely needed a little help celebrating! A Como Park picnic with all her favorite things was all it took and she was one happy & surprised lady. (Note: when using buttermilk powder in a cake mix- add water...unless of course you want your cake to weigh 20 lbs.)

Things I have learned:
- Adding water to liquid soap is annoying.
- It's hard to say goodbye to an adorable 6 yr old.
- Time really does go faster when you grow up.
- Joshua of the Bible models great courage and faith in the face of fear and uncertainty.
- Miss Angie's music still sounds amazing post-high school.
- Spreading yourself too thin is simply unpleasant.
- No matter where you go, you'll always miss someone.
- Zoomba is a fabulous way to workout.
- Free hip hop dance lessons are always better with friends!
- It's much better to see the world through a quirky lense.

You should just know God has been working in my heart and changing some things and causing me to surrender other things. There may be a drastic change on the horizon... stay tuned.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

memories with no regrets

Life- it's a crazy journey.

I always want the next thing. Yet, when I stop to reflect on the past, I always think "If only....". If only I wouldn't have worked so much. If only I wouldn't have complained. If only I would've spent one more day/ hour/ minute. If only I would've invested in those people.

Now, I have always thought of myself as a person who has no regrets, but when I have thoughts like these- I am reminded that they sorta ARE mini-regrets. I need to learn to soak in every moment of the present and make the best decisions possible because that's all I get. Memories are all that I'm left with.

Waiting on the Lord's timing for WHATEVER is a good thing to learn. It's not always easy, and it requires a constant prayer for contentment and discernment and selflessness... but it is best.


Only the best memories and college friends here

So much personality in one place...

In Living Color... the Bou Girl reunion of June 2008

Friday, July 11, 2008

the cry of the nations

The Lord is my light and my salvation- whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life-of whom shall I be afraid? One thing I ask from the Lord, this only do I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple. For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle and set me high upon a rock.
Psalm 27:1, 4-5

Monday, July 7, 2008

victory through faith

I have been learning alot lately from the life of Joshua. He was a man who took up leadership with the Israelites after Moses passed away. He was a man of great courage and faith. Joshua teaches us a great lesson within the first chapter of his book. He helps us to ask the question, Are we settling for less because that's the way it has always been? Or its too hard? Or another excuse? We are reminded that FORWARD MOVEMENT REQUIRES COURAGE IN GOD'S LEADING. We are to be strong and courageous not in our own strength or ability, but in the Lord's ability. We are to do the right thing in the face of danger, difficulty, or fear. This is courage. Are we truly ready to be confronted by God?
Are we willing to step outside of our comfort and allow God to call us to do something that is absolutely revolutionary? Steps of faith require courage. Courage requires a right mindset. Personally, God has been showing me the importance of coming before Him to fast and pray- especially before an act of courage.
Esther did it when the Jewish people's lives were in danger:
Then Esther sent this reply to Mordecai: 'Go, gather together all the Jews who are in Susa, and fast for me. Do not eat or drink for three days, night or day. I and my maids will fast as you do. When this is done, I will go to the king, even though it is against the law. And if I perish, I perish.'
Esther 4: 15-16
Nehemiah did it to plead for God to show him the right response after terrible destruction:
'When I heard these things, I sat down and wept. For some days I mourned and fasted and prayed before the God of heaven. Then I said: O Lord, God of heaven, the great and awesome God, who keeps his covenant of love with those who love him and obey his commands, let your ear be attentive and your eyes open to hear the prayer your servant is praying before you day and night for your servants, the people of Israel.'
Nehemiah 1:-4-6a
God is calling us to break the pattern of just surviving another day. He NEEDS US to be practicing what we know, instead of just gobbling more Bible knowledge.
"As the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without action is dead." James 2:26

Thursday, June 26, 2008

for the love of a dream

An excerpt from the Focus on the Family July 2008 Issue:

"Encourage children from the very beginning...It is never too late to begin encouraging your children. Young or old, they love to know you are confident of who they are. From the absurd to the surreal to the quite ordinary, a person's dreams are part of his or her identity. Don't erase them. Water them. Let them see the sunlight and stretch forth to heaven to be fertilized by God."

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

these are the days of noah

I love to attend weddings. I happily hopped in the Juicer to begin my long journey south and east to home sweet home. Unbeknownst to me, what lay ahead would seriously test my patience & mental breaking point. I stopped for a little Starbucks and suddently realized I had set my planner & cough drop bag on the roof of my car. I popped out to check, but 3 blocks later and the stuff was long gone. Slightly irritated, but unphased- I retraced my driving steps to discover the rumpled planner and its contents strewn about the neighbors yards. I scurried about retrieving such valuable contents as a gas coupon, father's day card, dental insurance info, father's day card envelope, and pictures of my niece and nephew. Victorious, I got back in my car and drove on with a smug grin knowing I had conquered the wind & my senior moment.

I journeyed on, singing to myself when suddenly *BAM!* the traffic came to a hault. Not to be defeated by the freeway, I quickly exited and grabbed my trusty map. Long story short, it ended up detouring me so far away from my destination that I was still in Western Wisconsin when I was suppose to be pulling into the driveway at home. To make matters worse, I ended up in the middle of flood country- stranded after trying every road. My only option- retrace my steps for the last hour and go back to the original posted detour. Feeling trapped & defeated and after two short panic attacks (hyperventilating included)- and after traversing on a Road Closed road which was missing half the asphalt from flood erosion, I made it to an unflooded road.

9 freakin' hours later & 1 Mountain Dew... I arrived at Ulao Road. (Who knew Minneapolis, MN to Grafton, WI could take the same amount of time as Minneapolis, MN to Grand Rapids, MI?!)

I wrote a new line for the song... *Ahem- clearing throat*
'And these are the days of Noah- the dry ground becoming as river... '

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

all things target



This Zinc lozenge I'm suckling on is nasty. It tastes like candy coated magnesium. I can feel it seeping into my body as it numbs my mouth in the process. This better make my cold better, sooner as the packaging promises, or I'm sending it right back to where it came from. Yuck.


I did a Target run yesterday to purchase some meds for my cold. As I hopped out of my car, I suddenly noticed 50 strangers staring at me. My face suddenly went flush and I thought, "Oh no, did I forget to put on pants before I left the house?" I glanced down- in a slight panic. Breathed a sigh of relief- just gauchos. That's the problem with gauchos, they are so comfy that you forget you're wearing bottoms at all. Crisis averted.


After purchasing various items, I emerged from the store with a Dove Dark chocolate bar in one hand and the new Radiohead "In Rainbows" cd clutched in my other hand. The cd- Beautifully, harmonious eclectic sounds.... poetry to my ears. :-)

Thursday, June 5, 2008

senior discount dollar days

Two short stories.

Story 1-

I was a wedding guest at a beautiful, yet simple ceremony for Miss Sara Wood and Mr Aaron Bosley. As I arrived, I was greeted by happy faces and old friends. Anxious to catch up on life, I began chatting with Caitlin. At that moment, an older lady rollls up in her plush new ride (aka- her wheelchair) and startles us with her abrupt, gruffy voice reminiscient of such animated characters as Roz on Monsters Inc, or certain guidance counselor's named Miss Campbell.
Lady: "Hey, do you girls have chapstick? I really need some."
Me and Caitlin: "Uhh...no, I'm really sorry we don't have any."
Lady: "Are you sure? Because I'd pay you a dollar if I could use some of your chapstick."
Us: "No, sorry, we don't have any."
Lady: "Oh, okay. I guess I'll go ask someone else."--> rolls off

*later*
Me: "Hey Caitlin, you wanna know something? I really do have chapstick, but I wasn't gonna let some stranger who may have mouth herpes use mine."

Story 2-

As I stepped out of my house one warm June morning clutching my coffee mug, I quickly noticed the old neighbor lady tending to her lawn. On second glance, I realized she was cutting her lawn... with a weed wacker.There she was walking back & forth, here then there- chop, chop, choppin' her dandelions away. Dandelion hater.

Friday, May 23, 2008

check 'em off

Some Additions to My Life Aspirations:
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- Skydiving for my 25th birthday
- Plant a garden (vegetables and flowers)
- Cross both borders (Canada and Mexico)
- See the Southwest US
- Get involved in drama again
- Take another form of dance
- Move.
- Learn mechanic skills
- Refurbish a muscle car
- Discover florist techniques
- Ride my bike more
- Wear high heels for no reason at all
- Go dancing all night
- See Coldplay LIVE

Thursday, May 22, 2008

I am lion, hear me ROAR

The Thrifty Tiger. This is a magical place I visited for the first time this week with Angela. It's so wonderful to have a friend who is willing to share her secret treasureland. Apparently the Target downtown Mpls sends all their overstock/last season clothing to this little spot where they sell brand new shirts for $4. I got a whole "kit-an-caboodle" for under $50. Now, I am set for the summer. :-D

I rather enjoyed starting my day by sitting in a park. We decided it would be a good meeting spot, so I sat in Elliot Park- sipping my coffee & people watching until my carpool buddy pulled up. In the midst of this crazy economic chaos (which I apologize for bringing up), I hope the crisis allows for more unexpected moments like this... just to sit and watch and wait. What a breath of fresh air.

I did sit down and have a thought provoking conversation with my pastor this past week. We discussed the direction I'd like to be heading in with life and what his ideas were about my future. Just one thought here, I really like being friends with my pastor. It's pretty amazing how genuine and approachable he is. I like that.

My blog is all over the place. Definitely not one of my better entries....

Monday, May 19, 2008

weekend at Melly's




The Walk for Life went off without a hitch on Saturday. About 90 people attended our Anoka area Walk and many people were surprised by how much we do at First Care/ New Life. It is rather all-encompassing...that's why I believe so strongly in what we do.


Yesterday I enjoyed endless soup and salad with my friends Liz and Brian. They're moving up north for the summer to work as directors for a wilderness program. I will miss them, but I'm happy to see them figuring out the details of life together.


Then I enjoyed a splendid cup of coffee with Angela. We talked of life and love and all sorts of crazy stuff in the middle. We took a moment to dwell on the fact that having children really does change everything and even if you say (and really want to believe) you won't let it change things- it still does.


The pros and cons to being an adult are too numerous to list here, but one thing that's guaranteed is continual c h a n g e .




Friday, May 16, 2008

tri-weekly blogging

It has been sheer chaos around here. No time to update my bloggety blog. Needless to say, much has happened these last few weeks.

My old boss' 18yr old son died suddenly. I went to the memorial this last week...very sad. I have never been in a place so completely void of assurance and hope. It was a learning experience for me. It made me think about the sense of urgency there is when it comes to our spiritual lives. You honestly are not guaranteed tomorrow- so it's best to live your life to the fullest and to the glory of God right now. It made me get on my knees and cry out to God on behalf of some dear friends who are just drifting through life...without a purpose and in a haze of confusion. Having a relationship with the Lord can change your perspective on life REAL FAST. You actually have a good reason to get up and start every day new. You don't have to have everything figured out because you are serving a God who is going to be faithful to bringing about His plan for you whether you have a clue about life or not.

I also finished reading the book Blue Like Jazz... best book ever on a real, personal walk with Jesus. If you haven't read it--> do. It's simply delicious brain food.

I was able to get to know a wonderful young woman from France... here as a teacher at a French immersion school. Marthe was a very sweet girl who I had fun and deep conversations with. I was sad to see her go back to the great nation of France, but I have confidence that I will see her in heaven some day.

Much has happened in these last few weeks. I continue to pray about my future and where and what God has in store for me. I'm still in this crazy waiting room, but I am embracing the wonderful time He has given me to gear up for whatever lies ahead.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

zest for life

It is a rainy day here. I don't mind very much. I only wish I could see the raindrops falling outside the window from the seated position at my desk. The local Christian radio station has already played 'Grace Like Rain' about 5 times. It gets a little obnoxious.



I remember the very first time I heard this word- "obnoxious". It was from my sister and it was directed quite harshly in my direction to describe me. My sister and I weren't very good friends until she went off to college and left me with my own room. Peace Treaty, I guess.



Speaking of personalities, I took a quiz online to see what the strong characteristics of my personality were. (Sometimes it seems like these quizzes are permissible ways to get your fortune or something) At the end, it described me as 'euphoric'. Your theatrical language makes everything sound a bazillion times more exciting than it really is! I actually agree with this statement. I do attempt to spice up my life with fancy words and exhilarating experiences. It also had a picture of a hippie girl dancing under a rainbow. Sometimes I think I would have been a Jesus loving hippie if I was alive at that time. Free love and peace to all- as skittles fall down from the rainbow.


Friday, April 18, 2008

they call it standing alone for a reason

one step forward
two steps back;
straining for what is ahead
but pulled back by the weight of care.
uncertainty
tired of being the only one.
i cry out
seemingly hopeless.
pushing to believe
in the impossible
when will the battle end?
hating humanity's curse
desiring holiness
when will it end?

Friday, April 11, 2008

my little companion

muffin chips

have you ever wondered what i do?

Have you ever had one of those mornings when it was impossible to keep your eyes open? That was me today. Soooo tired. It has been very busy at work consistently every day, all week. This is good because it shows that people are hearing about us and coming in for our services, but it also can be exhausting.

There have been such exciting days around here! Many young couples have been in for prego tests and God has been working in the hearts of both the girls and guys! Also- there have been a few parenting clients who have recommited their lives to the Lord and it's so encouraging to be connected with a ministry that helps walk them through the good days and the hard days. In the midst of all the client contact, the volunteers we have been praying for are coming forward and getting trained. This is a blessing to me in particular since I end up doing a majority of the parenting sessions every week. Volunteers will help with the load. The material donations have been pouring in, and we have been able to turn around and bless many people with those things! Other duties include checking things off the timeline in preparation for The Walk For Life coming up in May.

While all of this is great, it has been particularly draining on me to leave work and have people continue to draw from my wellspring. It started turning into a not-so-well wellspring. Wednesday after work, I felt like I was going to snap. And so, my boss suggested I take the night off of youth group. I decided this would be the best thing for my sanity, since the thought of one teenager whining to me about a test made me want to scream and run out of the room pulling my hair out like a crazy person. Probably not in the healthiest mindset to try and lead a group of 11th and 12th grade girls through a Bible study.

My Wednesday night actually ended up being super restful! On the way home, I stopped to pick up a movie, coffee from Caribou, and a quick session at the tanning place. Once I was home, I grabbed my rollerblades and headed to the park with my ghetto cd walkman. Within the first 30 seconds of the worship song, my walkman died and, though I was disappointed, decided it was better to pray about life anyway. When I got back to the house, I took most of the evening to center myself- reading and journaling and reading some more. By 8:30pm my spirit was feeling replenished, so I popped in Dan In Real Life and chillaxed on the couch. Cell phone off. Very nice.

While I'm charging through this day with the Lord's strength, I will be very happy to take my sleep-in day tomorrow.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

futurerama


To Whom It May Concern:


We are living in the future. I don't know if anyone bothered to tell you... but we are. I always thought the future would look a little different...like in Back to the Future 1-3. Hover crafts, freeways in the sky, funky sunglasses and shiny clothes.


The future actually is hybrid cars, personal jets to get from your home in Texas to your job in Washington state, meals in 3 minutes or less, coffee for sale everywhere you turn, and the revolution of digital. (All tv's need to be ready to go digital by February 2009...what a silly thing to mandate of the population. And yet, I fear, peer pressure will win out in the end.)


But what does religion and Christianity look like in the future? I hope it's becoming more revolutionary. More willingness to sacrifice everything for the sake of Christ and less of the complacent attitude. I think there's more of an emerging distinction between the genuine Christians and the cultural Christians (the ones who pick up Christianity like it's another cool designer brand to wear on occasion.) Put some heart behind it! Show me your weakness, be honest with where you're at, and don't try to carry on the facade that your life is a bowl of peaches. Because you know what?! Christianity is HARD. It's blood, sweat, and tears and being completely broken. It's joy and love unexplainably overflowing when you know there's nothing left to give from yourself. It's the Holy Spirit steering your course. It's not fluff.

So ask yourself, what does my future Christianity actually look like? And remember, Actions speak louder than words.

Friday, April 4, 2008

tia es loco


My niece Liala is officially out of her boring stage... she smiles all the time now! What a little peach! It's so adorable to see how she depends on her big brother to know how to act in any situation. Also- it works to my advantage because my nephew and I are soo close & we have so much fun together...it's a guaranteed future love affair between Liala and I.


Jotham is the most amazing little boy! His creativity and personality are contagious. So easy-going and goofy...I wonder what he will grow up to be?! I have taken personal responsibility to always be the fun auntie. Maybe I will go skydiving with him someday, or take him to the South American rainforest for his spring break to ride the zip line.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

living vs. thriving



To be truly ALIVE in Christ is exactly what He had in mind for us when he made us out of dust...and a rib bone. We are image bearers. We are created to be so much more than merely existing! We are created with the capacity to overflow with love, goodness, joy, & worship. We are meant to be an explosion of all that is good and right and pure and lovely!


How many times have I turned my back to this because I'm too tired or busy or confused- with full knowledge that walking with my Lord invites comfort and peace and trust that I cannot achieve on my own. Stupid self-sufficiency...always anxious to rear its ugly head and take over.
Be encouraged today that God is faithful to remind us of seasons of joy throughout our lives! It will consistently bless us yet humble us... forcing us to acknowledge our humanity.

Friday, March 28, 2008

"faker! faker! pants on fire!"

I've been pondering this idea of what it means to be an active, growing Christian. The thoughts have been stirred because it's our topic in youth group for the next few weeks. It's very difficult for me to communicate what it means to be a passionate Christian without sounding methodical. For example, there is no formula that generates an instant good Christian. 7 days of Bible reading + 2 church activities + 14 prayers + 1 small group + 2 retreats a year = 1 really passionate Christian. Wrong answer. While i do agree that many of these things are important, I don't think it necessarily reflects a change on the inside because many of the so-called "fruits" of being a Christian can easily be faked and often times forced upon a person. We would hope and pray that something would click and a genuine love for God would develop after all the rituals, but more and more I am seeing a generation of youth who have grown up in Christian homes- sheltered in their little Christian worlds- and all they have become is expert fakers! How that must break the Lord's heart! After He gave everything for us, we slap Him in the face by turning our Christian self on & off with a careless flip of the switch.

It's like that parable about the sower. "A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop..." Matthew 13:3-8

Lord, may your regeneration process be invited and spur change in our hearts so that we may truly be seen as passionate Christian people. Root out the sin of hypocrisy. Amen

Monday, March 17, 2008

familiar footprints

Saturday night was my past before the train wreck. Except for new and improved. It was me and 3 of the remaining local 'Bou girls caught up in conversation and coffee. Four beautiful women that God has created in His image with unique talents and passions. Our lives have gone in very different directions, but our conversation never seems to be void of relevance. Each of our hearts have grown deeper in our faith as we each continue to overcome challenges.
It was so surreal. It made me miss college and wish things had been different. To be lost and dim for a whole year & then some... tragic. i hate wasted time, but i value the life lessons. In the words of the late, great Pastor Ken: "a dichotomy".

Sunday night was Praise and Prayer at church to prepare for Passion week. It was very moving to be in that atmosphere with so many others who are declaring their love and gratefulness and unworthiness for what Christ did for all on the cross and after the grave.

After that I was able to spend time with Liz. We ended up at the ambiguous "guys house" to play the newest and best interactive video game.... R O C K B A N D. let me just say that it was one of the most riveting and exciting video games to date. It definitely one-up'd Guitar Hero 1-3 (sorry Luke). You get to pick your band spot and feel multi-talented (bass, drums, guitar, or vocal). A great way to mix up the house parties. Or get self-induced whiplash....again.

Friday, March 14, 2008

the ides of march

Great Big Sigh.

It has been a while since I wrote anything of real substance. I guess there isn't much that lends itself writing worthy. There has just been alot of adult things to deal with lately. I'm starting to handle it better. I have also officially started to settle into the reality of working days. My body has started to adjust to the new sleep schedule, though I try to deviate from the normal patterns of sleep (just because I can) on the weekends.

Last weekend I had a HOT TUB PARTY at my house for my 11th and 12th grade SMASH group. It was very fun to host! We took a dip and then I prepared peanut butter cookies and hot chocolate for the girls before they headed off in different directions. I am getting more "into" hosting...it gives me an excuse to bake and to deep clean my little 2 room lower flat.

I also had my first visit to the chiropractor this week. My boss at work recommended the place and it has been a very good experience! Dr. Josh is very kind and considerate of my health needs and income. For the first time in 9 months, I can sit in a chair for long amounts of time without aching. After he showed me the damage in my neck, I laughed and said, "I guess all those concerts didn't help my neck." Self-induced whiplash. Oops... but totally worth it. I had to get my wild side out somehow. ;-)

I am starting to more seriously consider a change of scenery in a couple years. I daydream about how fun it would be to just pick-up and move somewhere different for a fresh perspective on life. Maybe get away from the constant locations and reminders of my college days. For now, I enjoy the sense of familiarity (and I LOVE the Twin Cities) but eventually I might want to try someplace new. Embarking on this adventure would obviously be more fun with a spouse...but if he's going to take so long to find me then I guess I'll have to prayerfully consider what kinds of adventures I am meant to have solo.

Tonight I am meeting up with Angela and a Chipotle burrito. Two great things put together. Lovely.

Friday, March 7, 2008

comedy with the kiddies

"One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. "Oh no," I said, "Disneyland burned
down." He cried and cried, but I think that deep down he thought it was a pretty good joke. I
started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late."

- Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

365 1/4 days in this year

A successful encounter with 2008's LEAP DAY.
No, I did not leap like a frog...or kiss any for that matter.
The only ingredients you need include:
- One outfit you feel great in...
mine included red high heels with a matching necklace
- Your own personalized Angela
- A delicious dinner
- The Happy Gnome in your neighborhood
The Happy Gnome- I love this name!
They have various gnome garden statues scattered throughout the interior of the restaurant and pub. Very fun. :-)

Friday, February 22, 2008

quirky is the new black

Recently I stumbled upon a pair of puppet mittens. They are very well worn, but still plenty warm. Everytime I look at them, I smile. While I was sitting at a stoplight just the other day, I noticed some commotion in the car next to mine. Looking over- a nice man was staring, laughing, and pointing at my mittens. I realized it probably looks pretty silly to see these two puppets perched on top of my steering wheel or being used as the tools for smoothing back my hair. I just smiled and waved as the light turned green.

It makes me happy to know I can make someone smile by being quirky. If you've ever lived in a Minnesota-type climate for the entire winter season, you'd realize it takes a toll on people. The gray gloom we wake up to and drive home from work in- gets depressing. People start to get this zombie-like expression on their faces as they perform their daily tasks on auto-pilot. A sense of meaninglessness and life without purpose finally begins to settle in with people. As we scurry like mice from our warm cars to our warm houses or into the warm stores, our Vitamin D depletes, our skin gets dry and pasty, and all our outdoor plans are put on hold until it's above zero degrees again. A smile helps! It breaks up the routine and puts a spring in the step. Make someone smile today- they'll probably pass it on and it will eventually get back to you.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Ode to a Starbucks cup

Childhood is a strange country. It’s a place you come from or go to—
at least in your mind.
For me it has an endless, spellbound something in it that feels remote.
It’s like a little sealed-vault country of cake breath and grass stains
where what you do instead of work is spin until you’re dizzy.

Friday, February 8, 2008

when i get bored...

childhood sunglasses
try pigtails...they have a strange and exhilarating effect
ready to go cause mischief

Monday, February 4, 2008

more love

i like the simplicity of this picture.
sidewalk chalk--> i like that too.

crazy person & little critters

Yesterday was really odd. I had to take the 24/7 hotline overnight for work, and the lady I spoke with- quite interesting. Let's just say a series of grunts connected her words. I had to summon every ounce of my female brain to read between the lines. Successful.
Then, when I got back to the house last night around 11:30pm, I was walking on the sidewalk past the peaceful pond & waterfall when all of a sudden, I froze in fear. There a 3 ft possum sat perched on top of the thin frozen layer of pond watching me walk. Calmly I told myself, "Keep walking. 4 more steps and you can close the gate behind you." I made it and breathed a sigh of relief after closing the back door. Safely inside.
Or so I thought....
I stood in the kitchen writing a note to the Grindahl's about the giant man-eating possum when I noticed two beady little eyes staring up at me. The note went something like this:

(Let the record show 2.3.08 11:40pm)
I know what's killing your outdoor fishes. Some may think it's the subzero conditions, but I know better. Why, you may ask? Because I saw a giant 3-foot possum perched on top of the ice clawing for food. In fact, I came face-to-face with him. The most scary moment of my life. Adding to my misery, as I write this there are two beady little eyes staring up at me. I'm terrified. I have to go stuff towels under my doors.
-The frazzled lady from beneath
I slowly backed up and ran all the way downstairs. Slamming the door behind me and stuffing a towel under the door crack (aka Mouse Gate). Since I had the 24/7 hotline all night, I decided to tuck my pants in my socks and sleep with boots on just in case I had to go upstairs and answer my phone in the middle of the night. This morning Glen left a note on the door for me. It went something like this:
(2.4.08 5AM)
Wow. Thanks for the critter update. I guess it's time to pull out my shotgun and set the mouse traps. Just wondered where you saw the little mouse so I can be plotting my best tricks.
- The Man from Upstairs
Did I sleep well? No. Every little noise woke me up. I started feeling the walls to make sure there weren't small rodents burrowing through them. Rough night. It'll be nice when we can nip this problem in the bud.

Thursday, January 31, 2008

nicotine musings

I had another weird dreams. It was one of those dreams that comes in between your last pound on the snooze bar and waking up to reality.
I had a sense that it was a really hard, long day. I don't know what my job was...but that's not the point of the story. so i had a long day...i go to a store and i'm standing in line waiting when i turn to the cashier next to me and say, "Excuse me, do you have a cigarette? I could really use one right now. You wouldn't believe my day." She looks at me with skeptical eyes and says, "Well, that depends, how much do you smoke?" Smirking at her very intelligent and relevant question I laughed sheepishly and said, "Oh, I never have before. I just really need to start." She double knots the tie on her work smock and says, "Well then, sure! I was just about to take my break." She steps out of her booth and lights up right there in the store and hands it to me to take a drag. I smile and take 3 puffs...proud of myself for remembering not to inhale all the smoke. I hand it back to her and say, "You can finish it. I needed that- thanks." I smile over my shoulder, give a little wave and walk out the door.

The weirdest thing is I have never, ever had a desire to smoke or put any foreign objects near my mouth. That dream certainly came out of nowhere.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Adventure to Seattle, Washington
with my friend Hilary, her husband Nic, and his friend Luke.

One white mocha
One mindbending crossword puzzle
Three sets of FREE HEADPHONES (courtesy of the airline, thank you)
One connecting flight
.... And we were in Seattle, Washington

We drove about 30 minutes north of the city and stayed at the Autry home located in Everett, WA for 3 nights.

I saw many unique things downtown Seattle and it seemed like a mini-New York City. One of my favorite things was all the street musicians in Pike Market square. They were similar to hippies, i like hippies. Sometimes I wish I was one...or a gypsy. (According to gramps, wearing rings on every finger I was destined to become a gypsy- but somewhere along the way I stopped wearing that much metal on my hands. Messed up my chances real good.)

We saw the crazy fish-flinging fishermen and lots of seafood for sale. I ate a sample of some raw salmon. It was so delicious- you'd never know it was uncooked.

We also visited the first Starbucks store ever...it was not as I had pictured it. But still fun to see. It's just an old brick storefront coffee shop squeezed in between everything else on the fishermens wharf. Decorated with alot of wood and neutral colors. Reminiscent of it's simple beginnings. I'm sure the original owners never intended for it to go national- or corporate. blah

We went on this underground tour of the city of Seattle. Apparently a fire burned the whole city down at the beginning of the century and so they just rebuilt on top of it. Underground is also referred to as Sin City because of all the brothels and moonshine that was exchanged for money down there. The sidewalks above have these cool lookin' squares of glass- skylights into the underground city alleyways.

Nic's friend Luke is a chef here in the Twin Cities and was very eager and willing to make us a Seafood Feast on Friday night which included: mussels, crab, halibet, shrimp, and salmon. It was SO GOOD! My first real seafood experience and all I can say is I am not that crazy about the texture of the mussels, but other than that- DELICIOUS! Seafood is especially good with a glass of wine or champagne.

The view...breathtaking! Pictures don't do justice. But I took them anyway. We did alot of walking around and I loved being there. We went to The Taphouse one night and got sushi & drinks...very delicious and upscale.

Loved it, but I learned that I am a Midwest girl at heart.

ROADTRIP
Seattle, WA --> Minneapolis, MN
1664 miles
Left Saturday morning @ 10AM EST. 29 hours of driving (31 hrs after the time zone changes). We ran into a snow storm in the mountains, but we just went slow and used the 4-wheel drive to blaze a trail through it. The mountains are SO BIG! I'd def call them majestic, and it made me want to downhill ski. (Maybe on my next adventure) Montana is def big sky country...and ENDLESS. There were lots of deer crossing the road in the middle of the night. Crazy deer must've been mating because they could not be controlled...all that street crossing!
North Dakota..well- not much there. Everyone at the McD we stopped at was over 60 and missing at least 1 tooth. Interesting breed of people out there.
The Minnesota border never looked so good...even though it was 4 more hours after that. We pulled up to my flat about 4pm CST on Sunday...and I quickly showered and scurried off to church.
Annoyed that the guy in charge of getting volunteers for running the espresso machine double scheduled. I decided to let the other couple handle it and I stayed for the young adult's Last Sunday which was about NOISE and how all the chaos in our lives distracts us from listening to the Lord's voice. Just turn it all off and listen to the silence. Finally got back to the house around 7pm and forced myself to stay awake until 9pm.

My dark, warm, quiet bed never felt so good. *happy sigh*

dream life with tv sitcoms

I keep dreaming in Laverne & Shirley episodes. I actually am there with them in their Milwaukee apt laughing and doing crazy stunts with them. We go to work everyday at the bottle capping factory and hurry home to change before we head off to The Pizza Bowl. Naturally, Lenny and Squiggy burst through the door after well-placed sentences. When I wake up, I actually feel like I've been teleported there & back during my sleeping hours. Strange, I know.

I am, therefore, taking a break from watching episodes in marathon proportions.

Friday, January 18, 2008

the gray squirrel

I saw a squirrel this morning braving the elements, and I thought to myself:
'Poor, foolish squirrel! I bet he wishes he was neatly tucked away in his treehouse, barricaded by acorns. Doesn't he realize it's going to be -35 in windchill by tomorrow?! There he goes bounding across the frozen expanse. I wonder what was SO important that he felt he had to wake up?'

At what temperature would a squirrel die from the cold?


Found this little gem on the good, ole internet when I was searching for the answer to my question... http://www.deadsquirrel.com/essays/essay009.html

(Editor’s Note: Mr. Park, aka The Squirrel Scientist, has been unavailable for the past few days due to the fact he was under psychiatric observation at the Buffalo Psychiatric Center. He was found wandering the backyards of his Buffalo neighborhood soaking in olive oil, with a battery powered blacklite taped to a Werhmacht helmet. It was this strange glow that caused the neighbors to turn him in. In a pocket was a bottle of what was later determined to be pancreatic extract. It was found to be derived from cows, so no charges were pressed. However, the excessive insulin had rendered him irrational from hypoglycemia. He also had a Radio Shack metal detector that he was using near squirrel nests, claiming he wanted to find their alien teleportation equipment. We found only a desiccated squirrel body, dead of natural causes, that weighed perhaps two pounds when alive. He was also had upon his person a forty megabyte hard drive, a broken nicotine-stained keyboard, miscellaneous computer chips, and a frightfully cat whizzed-upon copy of Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle.)
I suppose you've heard of my run in with the authorities, cleverly duped by the squirrels as they are. It was to be expected they would take action against me as I stumble precariously close to the truth. That is why I need all the help I can get; IT'S THE SQUIRRELS, STUPID!