(or at least a modest couple of tales)
(If you don't like long borring blogs, and pointless stories of very small children, we'd highly recoment that you skip this blog and try a story by Mr. Edgar Allen Poe - he won't tell about the Elkhart fair, but he will make you bald with fear and keep you wide awake.)
Yes, best beloved (to steel a phrase from Jims), you shall now here the tale of our stay in the land of Goshen. This was not the locale near Egypt where the Jews met a 400 year captivity, but I refer to the metropolitan Goshen Indiana (reportedly home of 29,000 residents, but you'll have to ask a local) where aformentioned Jims and I spent the weekend visiting Ginny's clan, the Landows.
My first lasting memory of this visit? Well, though we did see them at church, give and get many hugs from the Elkhart congregation, and had a nice ride to their home past the burnt truck, I must say that my most solid first impression was the one of Mush Casserole (no pun intended). Ah yes, a casserole! At once I knew that we were at home in this place where macaroni goes into a dish, but is never seen again. We sat down to lunch with Mrs. Landow, her mom, Ginny, and David (her bro) and began to partake of this marvelous mixture of pasta, tomatoes, peppers, and chicken. I do hope that Mrs. Landow never sees this and takes offense, but the reason this was so much fun was that it was in the midst of a lull in conversation and someone said:
"Is there cheese in this dish?"
The cook pauses, thinks and replies, "No, I'm sure that I didn't put any cheese in there, but if you want cheese you can certainly imagine that's what it is!"
What a laugh! Imagination food is the best kind, and Mush Casserole (and finds of other "secret ingredients") furnished the rest of the lunch's giggles and quips.
The Landow's house itself, oh best beloved, is settled in trees and hills. These were, no offence indended to Central Indiana, a sight for very sore eyes. There was even a creek and a river at the bottom of the hill just like there was in Shiloh, but these I'll have to see ::cough cough:: next time I'm up. Most of our time, however, was spent at the fair, and the Elkhart county fair is the largest county fair in Indiana, and third largest County Fair in the US! Ain't that somthin'?
Ginny herself had been showing animals and projects at the county fair for 10 years, and was on the fair board after that (if my chronology's correct) so she knew her way around and walked with the greatest efficiency. Many times as we headed off for our next site, she took the lead and soon her authoritative cowboy hat could be seen yards ahead of us. But then she would stop and wait, as any good tour guide would, turning to us with a look of "Poor short little people, they'd probably wander around the maze of donut stands, or get eaten by a display cucumber if it weren't for me!" Then I would mournfully remind her that some of us were more vertically impaired than others, and our strange little band would continue.
I already told you about the harness racing, which was a most enjoyable time, but perhaps my favorite part of the fair was the night ride we took on the ferris wheel. I had only been to a fair one other time a few weeks ago, and then it was only for a few hours, we didn't go on any rides, or see any animals, so I hardly thought it counted. Now when Ginny had asked me up, my one request was that we ride on a ferris wheel, because I'd never had that experience under my belt. Now that we had been around for a few hours I was seized with the desire to sit down on any ride that would fling me into the air. Our party stopped (by now it was Ginny, Jims and I, and a chap that goes to the Elkhart church named Christopher) and powwowed a moment. Heads were nodding, Yes, we could go on one ride tonight. Ginny called up here sister Becky and we scooped up ride tikets.
Now here it must be added, that Christopher very gallantly offered to treat for the whole ride, and when he went toget the tickets he was charitably repayed for his generosity by getting ripped off of $15. The ticket lady never gave him his change. ?!?!?! Can they do that? We gals were wrothfully contemplating fetching
fair security, when Christopher quietly pointed out that the lady was contemplating the same thing for us. A reluctant retreat was sounded, and we arrived at our ride a bit crestfallen and seethy.
But let me ask you, best beloved, would you advise one who had always been afeared of hights to find her way to the highest point in the fair? Nay, I wouldn't either, but that's exactly what I did. We were all settled in our little... our little coop and began our upward journey when gasp I realized that I had absolutely nothing below me. Did I bemoan my foolishness? Did I ask myself WHY I had come to this very tall place? No, my whole attention was wrapped in attaching myself securely to the middle pole so that I did not dash my silly self out on the earth many miles below. A fictitious danger? Nay, I saw with my own blue eyes that every time we came to the ouside of the circle I, the poor cabbage, was sitting in the heavens with only night air to break my fall!
This story (as truly told as any legume might have done it) does have a happy ending, best beloved. I received a few confused laughs from my party of protectors, and found that if I kept my back to the great frame of the wheel, the ride was downright fun. At last I was even able to scoot back a bit and pretend that I was on a veranda that was lifting me up and down over the fair.
But so much for grandious goals of grownup guts, I'd better stick to bumper cars...
viernes, julio 29, 2005
martes, julio 26, 2005
Pickle juice
We’re baaaack!!!
For those who didn’t know that Amy and I had departed for the weekend to Elkhart for the greatest fair ever - we did. Well, it was at least the best fair I’ve ever been too anywho. Is any of this making sence? We drove up to worship with the Elkhart RPers on Sunday, heard Mr. York preach a very cool sermon that we missed when we were going on to Covfamikoi. Then we spent the rest of Sunday, all of Monday, and Tuesday morning with Ginny of Ginnys and saw the Elkhart county fair. Woot! Weela!! Huzzah!!!
Now as I have an unaccountable desire to dive into a tub of cold water, I shall be brief and leave you with some education points, things I’ve been having on my mind the past three days.
The most important things to remember about a county fair:
1) If you find SPF lip balm floating around in your purse, actually use it the next day…
2) A chicken by any other name will smell
3) You can go to the Rabbit Club booth, buy a salad and cheep subs and… fried rabbit Ewww!
4 ) Only kiss a duck in extreme private
5) Harness racing is really cool. You have these horses hitched to small single-man buggiesthinggies and they trot as fast as they can around the ring. If they break into a gallop they are disqualified, but it was actually riveting, these were beautiful expensive animals and they were all real competitors.
6) If you are a certain Cabbage (or pea?) watching harness racing, every horse you chose to cheer for will end up in 5th or 6th
7) Wear close toed shoes – “The horses have been here!”
8) Carving bunnies should be left to Michelangelo, not lumber jacks with chain saws
9) Every expensive teaspoon of beverage you can buy is worth it
P.S. I was intending to post my one picture from the fair on this blog, but I shall have to ask the certain person's permission if her hat-ed head and sweater-ed shoulders can appear on the interweb. :P
For those who didn’t know that Amy and I had departed for the weekend to Elkhart for the greatest fair ever - we did. Well, it was at least the best fair I’ve ever been too anywho. Is any of this making sence? We drove up to worship with the Elkhart RPers on Sunday, heard Mr. York preach a very cool sermon that we missed when we were going on to Covfamikoi. Then we spent the rest of Sunday, all of Monday, and Tuesday morning with Ginny of Ginnys and saw the Elkhart county fair. Woot! Weela!! Huzzah!!!
Now as I have an unaccountable desire to dive into a tub of cold water, I shall be brief and leave you with some education points, things I’ve been having on my mind the past three days.
The most important things to remember about a county fair:
1) If you find SPF lip balm floating around in your purse, actually use it the next day…
2) A chicken by any other name will smell
3) You can go to the Rabbit Club booth, buy a salad and cheep subs and… fried rabbit Ewww!
4 ) Only kiss a duck in extreme private
5) Harness racing is really cool. You have these horses hitched to small single-man buggiesthinggies and they trot as fast as they can around the ring. If they break into a gallop they are disqualified, but it was actually riveting, these were beautiful expensive animals and they were all real competitors.
6) If you are a certain Cabbage (or pea?) watching harness racing, every horse you chose to cheer for will end up in 5th or 6th
7) Wear close toed shoes – “The horses have been here!”
8) Carving bunnies should be left to Michelangelo, not lumber jacks with chain saws
9) Every expensive teaspoon of beverage you can buy is worth it
P.S. I was intending to post my one picture from the fair on this blog, but I shall have to ask the certain person's permission if her hat-ed head and sweater-ed shoulders can appear on the interweb. :P
jueves, julio 21, 2005
Tales of the Crimson Motorbus - Part One
Disclaimer: Though the characters in this story have been maintained so that the readers cannot help but know who they are, we fear that the events have been woefully distorted due to the unbalanced imagination of the blogger...
Swoosh. The red getaway van courses onto the interstate leaving Indianapolis, bound for Kentucky. Who are those outlaws inside the stealthy 15 passenger ride? A tall man, commandingly whiskered, unravels the coded maps. Beside him the lovely pilot, custodian of the ice box and the educational tapes. In the chamber behind them is a valiant crew of travelers: El Giusante - ever wondering weather she should study her map or liberate more calizonies from the cooler; L'italiano - a cool damsel changing between portly Victor Hugo and British pop opera; The Mushroom - a youth of many skills: guitar skills, lawn skills, Uru skills; and the newest Indiana Jones - tall, dark, and handsome, intriguingly whiskered as well. To complete the crew is Nameless Jamie - a pirate of many skills as well, exemplified in the ability to sleep under any amount of noise and baggage. Whither, oh ye braves, shall again such a crew assemble into such a van?!
Many bumps and bathroom breaks later the ride is complete, and the travelers disembark. What is it that they have come so far to see? The beautiful fields and horses of Kentucky? No, they came to see a baby spray spit bubbles over a camera, to hear Christ proclaimed in worship, to watch high school guys tell a skit in dance, to throw their hearts into singing the poetry of God. They came for the summer family conference of the RPCNA. They came for Covfamikoi.
Thump. The sound of heavy travel bags hitting the lobby floor. As the voyagers adjust from the midday brightness, they see in Glide-Crawford Hall an average dorm house lobby. Red carpet and dark wood pillars, tranquil counselors behind registration tables, the very bricks that had seen 80 years of residents, all conspire to assure them that RPers would not be lost in the bluegrass, registration was under control.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Grunt. Thump. Thump… Another sound, that of El Giusante ascending too her room. Little did she know that six days of practice would lend wings to her puny legs. The college-age girls had the privilege of rooming the third floor, and in a place with few elevators this meant 25 fine cardio workouts a day.
She finds her room, plunks down the bag, and thumps off to find her way, wondering what the week has in store.
Swoosh. The red getaway van courses onto the interstate leaving Indianapolis, bound for Kentucky. Who are those outlaws inside the stealthy 15 passenger ride? A tall man, commandingly whiskered, unravels the coded maps. Beside him the lovely pilot, custodian of the ice box and the educational tapes. In the chamber behind them is a valiant crew of travelers: El Giusante - ever wondering weather she should study her map or liberate more calizonies from the cooler; L'italiano - a cool damsel changing between portly Victor Hugo and British pop opera; The Mushroom - a youth of many skills: guitar skills, lawn skills, Uru skills; and the newest Indiana Jones - tall, dark, and handsome, intriguingly whiskered as well. To complete the crew is Nameless Jamie - a pirate of many skills as well, exemplified in the ability to sleep under any amount of noise and baggage. Whither, oh ye braves, shall again such a crew assemble into such a van?!
Many bumps and bathroom breaks later the ride is complete, and the travelers disembark. What is it that they have come so far to see? The beautiful fields and horses of Kentucky? No, they came to see a baby spray spit bubbles over a camera, to hear Christ proclaimed in worship, to watch high school guys tell a skit in dance, to throw their hearts into singing the poetry of God. They came for the summer family conference of the RPCNA. They came for Covfamikoi.
Thump. The sound of heavy travel bags hitting the lobby floor. As the voyagers adjust from the midday brightness, they see in Glide-Crawford Hall an average dorm house lobby. Red carpet and dark wood pillars, tranquil counselors behind registration tables, the very bricks that had seen 80 years of residents, all conspire to assure them that RPers would not be lost in the bluegrass, registration was under control.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Grunt. Thump. Thump… Another sound, that of El Giusante ascending too her room. Little did she know that six days of practice would lend wings to her puny legs. The college-age girls had the privilege of rooming the third floor, and in a place with few elevators this meant 25 fine cardio workouts a day.
She finds her room, plunks down the bag, and thumps off to find her way, wondering what the week has in store.
viernes, julio 08, 2005
On the Road Again...
Hullo all. It seems that my leaving is the most constant source of posts – that shall be an interesting point of research some time...
Today’s matter, however, is to announce that I’ll be going to a church related conference in Kentucky tomorrow, and shall hence be unassailable by the wiles of the internet world until Friday. My loverly family (all five of them) shall be accompanying me on this journey, as well as a russet colored chap who happens to be our pastor’s son. The aprox. 6 hr ride shall be completed by the presence of Alexandre Dumas in the form of The Man in the Iron Mask. This conference may be a golden opportunity to get to know the presbytery better, so pray that God put His blessing on us. Tra la to you all, dahhlings.
Today’s matter, however, is to announce that I’ll be going to a church related conference in Kentucky tomorrow, and shall hence be unassailable by the wiles of the internet world until Friday. My loverly family (all five of them) shall be accompanying me on this journey, as well as a russet colored chap who happens to be our pastor’s son. The aprox. 6 hr ride shall be completed by the presence of Alexandre Dumas in the form of The Man in the Iron Mask. This conference may be a golden opportunity to get to know the presbytery better, so pray that God put His blessing on us. Tra la to you all, dahhlings.
sábado, julio 02, 2005
Light for them that sit in Darkness
A week already gone by?! See the post by Ludvig, my esteemed colleague to find out what really happened this week. What I give you now is a book report that I wrote this afternoon for Church book reports tomorrow. The book is very keenly recommended, one of my favs.
Book Report: Light for Them that Sit in Darkness
This book that I'm sharing is John Bunyan's Light for Them that Sit in Darkness. It's author is famous for Pilgrim's Progress, Grace Abounding to the Chief of Sinners, and many other masterpieces of Christian literature. God brought this book into my life during a time of real struggle - I took one look at the title and thought "This one's for me".
This book was written in I674, three years after Bunyan's release from prison where he had been kept for 12 years. The subtitle is (and you'll have to pardon my reading, some of his sentences are pretty long): "A discourse to show how Jesus Christ undertook to accomplish by Himself the eternal redemption of sinners". In the Editor's forward, they said that Bunyan was concerned with some grave errors of his day. There were those who believed that the Bible was of no importance and a person's own inner light was the essential guide for salvation. Bunyan published his book to show that the light of the Word would reveal the truth about Christ, the only means of salvation. And so all throughout his book, it is just riddled with scripture references (on one page I counted 11) worked right into Bunyan's sentences.
"Alas!" said Bunyan in his preface, "How ordinary a thing is it for professors to fall from the knowledge they have had of the glorious gospel of the blessed God, and to be turned unto fables, seducing spirits, and doctrines of devils..." He was convinced that the cause of this trouble was that people did not have or retain knowledge of Christ's Person, or did not know "the reason of His coming, doing, and suffering".
And so expounding this theme, Bunyan starts at the beginning with the promises about Christ and how perfectly he fulfilled them. Taking a verse from Acts 8:13, he asks "What is this Jesus?" or in modern speech "Who is he?" "What was it for him to be of the seed of David?" And what about his being that seed according to the promise? etc.
Next he has two "observations" (there are no chapters in this book, they're in big brackets called "Observation First" and "Observation Second" but it's just wonderful stuff!). Just the title of the first one is "That in all ages, God gave His people a promise and so ground for a believing remembrance that He would one day send them a Savior". He expounds that a while, then moves to the second observation. Then he has another big clause about how Christ addressed himself to the work of redemption by "taking on our flesh", and "being made under the law". And on it goes.
It's a very earnest book. It is, as I said before, reasoned and hugely supported by the Scriptures, and it is a very faithful and refreshing dealing about our Lord.
Book Report: Light for Them that Sit in Darkness
This book that I'm sharing is John Bunyan's Light for Them that Sit in Darkness. It's author is famous for Pilgrim's Progress, Grace Abounding to the Chief of Sinners, and many other masterpieces of Christian literature. God brought this book into my life during a time of real struggle - I took one look at the title and thought "This one's for me".
This book was written in I674, three years after Bunyan's release from prison where he had been kept for 12 years. The subtitle is (and you'll have to pardon my reading, some of his sentences are pretty long): "A discourse to show how Jesus Christ undertook to accomplish by Himself the eternal redemption of sinners". In the Editor's forward, they said that Bunyan was concerned with some grave errors of his day. There were those who believed that the Bible was of no importance and a person's own inner light was the essential guide for salvation. Bunyan published his book to show that the light of the Word would reveal the truth about Christ, the only means of salvation. And so all throughout his book, it is just riddled with scripture references (on one page I counted 11) worked right into Bunyan's sentences.
"Alas!" said Bunyan in his preface, "How ordinary a thing is it for professors to fall from the knowledge they have had of the glorious gospel of the blessed God, and to be turned unto fables, seducing spirits, and doctrines of devils..." He was convinced that the cause of this trouble was that people did not have or retain knowledge of Christ's Person, or did not know "the reason of His coming, doing, and suffering".
And so expounding this theme, Bunyan starts at the beginning with the promises about Christ and how perfectly he fulfilled them. Taking a verse from Acts 8:13, he asks "What is this Jesus?" or in modern speech "Who is he?" "What was it for him to be of the seed of David?" And what about his being that seed according to the promise? etc.
Next he has two "observations" (there are no chapters in this book, they're in big brackets called "Observation First" and "Observation Second" but it's just wonderful stuff!). Just the title of the first one is "That in all ages, God gave His people a promise and so ground for a believing remembrance that He would one day send them a Savior". He expounds that a while, then moves to the second observation. Then he has another big clause about how Christ addressed himself to the work of redemption by "taking on our flesh", and "being made under the law". And on it goes.
It's a very earnest book. It is, as I said before, reasoned and hugely supported by the Scriptures, and it is a very faithful and refreshing dealing about our Lord.
martes, junio 28, 2005
More Cheese
[Decided to be cheesy again and sabotage letters that I’ve sent to people recently. After all, why rewrite the same news?! This is gonna be repetitive and fragmentary, but hey, at least I’m alive.]
What's up with my life? Well, I'd have to say for the most short term - I'm trying to get a summer job. Yes, it's pretty late to start looking, but a lot of the last half of May was spent it preparing for my homeschool High School graduation. And a lot of the first half of June was spent recovering from it (I still have a dozen thank you letters to write!). I do have the very good fortune of knowing where I'll go to school. In the fall I'm headed for Indiana University Kokomo (which is 3 miles from our house, incidentally). There are no dorms, so I'm a commuter, and I'll be majoring in English or Humanities - for starters, that is.
Where has God taken me since last year? Well, up here! We moved to Kokomo last August, became members of Sycamore RPC, and my Dad is a pastoral intern working on his license to preach. We all really love the people up here (in Indiana, not just Kokomo) the RP church has been so very loving and kind. I've basically been in independent non-denominational churches all my life, so I'm able to view this experience as the new kid. Pretty cool. ...
And no, none of my friends really ever caught on to Candy. The closer friends I had down in Texas did call me Cabbage, though. It was simply a diminutive nickname - not an insult like it sounds!! ...
Did you like Batman very much? I did, I actually got to see it a second time within the next couple of days because we went first with some friends and then our siblings wanted to see it! I'm gotta try to have a dinner and a movie with Amy, my sister, and see the third Star Wars again. With such big juicy movies it's kindof a shame to see them in theaters only once!! ...
Yes, we were very seriously considering a preliminary get-to-know-you trip to the UK, but now it seems much less likely. God moves in mysterious ways and for this summer the doors simply didn't seem to open for Scotland. It's too late now to sign up for ECHO but I won't be sad. There's plenty for me to do here, and I'm actually looking forward to spending a quieter summer at home in Indiana. Josh (my older brother up from Texas for the summer) and I have been able to go down to Indy a couple of times to a Bible study for college age students and we've both really enjoyed it.
You mentioned riding lessons. Do you ride horses? That's extremely cool. I had a horse once a long time ago, but I haven't really been able to ride any since. Yes, Amy and I are trying to get a job for those "long Summer days" perhaps not one as interesting at yours (our brightest prospect is Kroger right now) but we've been praying for God to guide us to whatever work (in a job or school or help) that He would have us to do. ...
[As I said in my last post, some of those prayers have been answered. And today I'm hitting the grind again - turning out a new resumé and applications]
What's up with my life? Well, I'd have to say for the most short term - I'm trying to get a summer job. Yes, it's pretty late to start looking, but a lot of the last half of May was spent it preparing for my homeschool High School graduation. And a lot of the first half of June was spent recovering from it (I still have a dozen thank you letters to write!). I do have the very good fortune of knowing where I'll go to school. In the fall I'm headed for Indiana University Kokomo (which is 3 miles from our house, incidentally). There are no dorms, so I'm a commuter, and I'll be majoring in English or Humanities - for starters, that is.
Where has God taken me since last year? Well, up here! We moved to Kokomo last August, became members of Sycamore RPC, and my Dad is a pastoral intern working on his license to preach. We all really love the people up here (in Indiana, not just Kokomo) the RP church has been so very loving and kind. I've basically been in independent non-denominational churches all my life, so I'm able to view this experience as the new kid. Pretty cool. ...
And no, none of my friends really ever caught on to Candy. The closer friends I had down in Texas did call me Cabbage, though. It was simply a diminutive nickname - not an insult like it sounds!! ...
Did you like Batman very much? I did, I actually got to see it a second time within the next couple of days because we went first with some friends and then our siblings wanted to see it! I'm gotta try to have a dinner and a movie with Amy, my sister, and see the third Star Wars again. With such big juicy movies it's kindof a shame to see them in theaters only once!! ...
Yes, we were very seriously considering a preliminary get-to-know-you trip to the UK, but now it seems much less likely. God moves in mysterious ways and for this summer the doors simply didn't seem to open for Scotland. It's too late now to sign up for ECHO but I won't be sad. There's plenty for me to do here, and I'm actually looking forward to spending a quieter summer at home in Indiana. Josh (my older brother up from Texas for the summer) and I have been able to go down to Indy a couple of times to a Bible study for college age students and we've both really enjoyed it.
You mentioned riding lessons. Do you ride horses? That's extremely cool. I had a horse once a long time ago, but I haven't really been able to ride any since. Yes, Amy and I are trying to get a job for those "long Summer days" perhaps not one as interesting at yours (our brightest prospect is Kroger right now) but we've been praying for God to guide us to whatever work (in a job or school or help) that He would have us to do. ...
[As I said in my last post, some of those prayers have been answered. And today I'm hitting the grind again - turning out a new resumé and applications]
sábado, junio 25, 2005
Huzzah
Read back over your old blog titles some time (or at least the ones from the last two months) - if you're like me you'll see some fascinating highs and lows. You might have gathered from mom's blog that we had a church backyard fellowship night last Wednesday night - volleyball is so cool. And Fireflies!!! Oooo, I don't like bugs in my ear, but aren't they the most wondrous little creatures?! If you go riding through the country it truly looks like the night sky has come down into the field. ::sigh:: It was a nice night of Psalm singing, hot dogs, bubbles (with a big bubble wand) et all.
What does I now? I looks out the winder and I sees an overcast sky - my first reaction? Yippee!! Rain! Wind!! Mud puddles!!! But when I thinks about it I sees that if Josh and I are attending an outdoor concert in Indianapolis then we'd better hope that the rain don't travel down there. That or bring hats tethered with lightning rods.
This concert comes with attending Bible studies with the Covenanter Young Adults, the college-student-type ministry of a church in Indianapolis. Josh and I have gone to three of the Tuesday night studies at the home of an Associate Pastor there and have really loved it. This evening we'll be able to go to an outdoor concert of fireworks, picnic food, and George Gershwin music. Should be very coolness.
Oh, and last night we Jones girls hosted a party at our church that had a good 20 young ladies. Yeah, it was actually a ton of fun. I should have Amy write a full length review, but you can go to Ginny's site and see the very biased review :P.
Now me thinks me gets ready for me's picnic.
Oh, and this morning I just up and prayed that God would even get us some babysitting work (Amy and I have been trying to find more work), and at 10:30 or so Amy got a call from a neighborhood lady that we've been getting to know. She needed a babysitter right away, and off goes Amy. Our God is abundantly gracious and full of tender mercies.
What does I now? I looks out the winder and I sees an overcast sky - my first reaction? Yippee!! Rain! Wind!! Mud puddles!!! But when I thinks about it I sees that if Josh and I are attending an outdoor concert in Indianapolis then we'd better hope that the rain don't travel down there. That or bring hats tethered with lightning rods.
This concert comes with attending Bible studies with the Covenanter Young Adults, the college-student-type ministry of a church in Indianapolis. Josh and I have gone to three of the Tuesday night studies at the home of an Associate Pastor there and have really loved it. This evening we'll be able to go to an outdoor concert of fireworks, picnic food, and George Gershwin music. Should be very coolness.
Oh, and last night we Jones girls hosted a party at our church that had a good 20 young ladies. Yeah, it was actually a ton of fun. I should have Amy write a full length review, but you can go to Ginny's site and see the very biased review :P.
Now me thinks me gets ready for me's picnic.
Oh, and this morning I just up and prayed that God would even get us some babysitting work (Amy and I have been trying to find more work), and at 10:30 or so Amy got a call from a neighborhood lady that we've been getting to know. She needed a babysitter right away, and off goes Amy. Our God is abundantly gracious and full of tender mercies.
domingo, junio 19, 2005
Back from the void
Started this last night, and though I don't normally blog on Sunday felt that it was good to regain some ground in the blogshpere.
Giving this another shot. Tonight I'm just gonna try to turn the gun back on myself, take the chair, and ask a question.
What mercy has God had for me today?
Well let's see, He blessed our concert. Today was our grand smashing finale to the KASH (Kokomo Area Schools at Home) String Ensemble - our big spring concert. We played three major pieces by Bach, Beethoven, and Rossini - all adult repertoire, all full length pieces. God was merciful to bless us with calm minds and sustained strength - I've been at concerts before where we practiced so hard that we were too tired to give it our all at the performance. We got lost only once in the whole hour and even then we could have all panicked (I know I sometimes do), but we just took a breath, and found a way back into the piece.
God allowed us safe travel in our car. Ok, so we only went 5 miles all day long, but this is just something that's been on my mind that is so easily done and difficultly undone. Over the course of the week, however, I've been down to Indy and over to Marion and that eventually adds up to make 100 miles I've traveled this week. In none of those miles did we destroy any lives, harden any hearts, or even chip an inch of paint on our new van. Only God could have accomplished such a feet, and only His gracious heart ordained it for us.
God gave us a sermon today. Mom recently suggested that while the four kids are here for the summer, the five of us could read a devotional work in the afternoon (this does not replace family worship with Dad, it's an extra opportunity while we have the summer time). The work that we hit upon was a collection of sermons by Dr. Martin Lloyd-Jones called Spiritual Depression. I haven't got time to give the book justice at this point, but even with it's highly specified subject, and it's surgeon-like deliberation it's already bypassed my expectations. Let it suffice to say that he unashamedly began his "diagnosis" with some very cut and dry Calvinistic theology about conviction of sin, and justification before sanctification. Wow, just getting to hear this stuff every day is a blessing.
That's just three, and those are side issues compared with His mercy, His offer of total salvation and holiness, being renewed this morning. In the face of all sin and sinners, great is His faithfulness.
Giving this another shot. Tonight I'm just gonna try to turn the gun back on myself, take the chair, and ask a question.
What mercy has God had for me today?
Well let's see, He blessed our concert. Today was our grand smashing finale to the KASH (Kokomo Area Schools at Home) String Ensemble - our big spring concert. We played three major pieces by Bach, Beethoven, and Rossini - all adult repertoire, all full length pieces. God was merciful to bless us with calm minds and sustained strength - I've been at concerts before where we practiced so hard that we were too tired to give it our all at the performance. We got lost only once in the whole hour and even then we could have all panicked (I know I sometimes do), but we just took a breath, and found a way back into the piece.
God allowed us safe travel in our car. Ok, so we only went 5 miles all day long, but this is just something that's been on my mind that is so easily done and difficultly undone. Over the course of the week, however, I've been down to Indy and over to Marion and that eventually adds up to make 100 miles I've traveled this week. In none of those miles did we destroy any lives, harden any hearts, or even chip an inch of paint on our new van. Only God could have accomplished such a feet, and only His gracious heart ordained it for us.
God gave us a sermon today. Mom recently suggested that while the four kids are here for the summer, the five of us could read a devotional work in the afternoon (this does not replace family worship with Dad, it's an extra opportunity while we have the summer time). The work that we hit upon was a collection of sermons by Dr. Martin Lloyd-Jones called Spiritual Depression. I haven't got time to give the book justice at this point, but even with it's highly specified subject, and it's surgeon-like deliberation it's already bypassed my expectations. Let it suffice to say that he unashamedly began his "diagnosis" with some very cut and dry Calvinistic theology about conviction of sin, and justification before sanctification. Wow, just getting to hear this stuff every day is a blessing.
That's just three, and those are side issues compared with His mercy, His offer of total salvation and holiness, being renewed this morning. In the face of all sin and sinners, great is His faithfulness.
miércoles, junio 08, 2005
Here we are.
Well, I'm graduated.
How does it feel? Well, if it takes a village to raise a child it takes a fleet of galley slaves to graduate one. My family banded up and worked like a team of paid designers and caterers, they moved chairs and tables, set up the sound system, framed pictures, arranged balloons, even printed my acceptance speech! ::many bows to Mr. Benny:: Mom, Dad, Amy, and my BF Esther all wrote killer speeches (and still found time to help me organize and scrapbooks and baby toys!). My Granny put her life on hold to host us in high Southern style (with enough gravy and cake for Cox's army!!). Garsh, where does it all end?!
Dozens of people spent a whole Friday evening celebrating with me, junior high conductors whom I hadn't seen in a few years, old friends of my Grandmother's whom I couldn't tell from Adam. My Aunt drove 2 hrs from Miniola, my Uncle Lee actually slipped away from his work and drove 30 miles one way to stay for an hour. And then there was my Uncle Keith Carnes who traveled from Austin a whopping four or five hours one way, only to drive back that night because he had to work the next day!! Man, what did I ever to to interest or help these people? That's what I keep asking as I receive card after card in the mail. For now I'm putting the gifts back in a bank account, but why should they bother to send their money across the country at all?!
So yeah, I'm graduated, but it took the sacrifice of a lot of people, and a the abundant grace of God to provide for me. A week, heh, that I'll never forget.
How does it feel? Well, if it takes a village to raise a child it takes a fleet of galley slaves to graduate one. My family banded up and worked like a team of paid designers and caterers, they moved chairs and tables, set up the sound system, framed pictures, arranged balloons, even printed my acceptance speech! ::many bows to Mr. Benny:: Mom, Dad, Amy, and my BF Esther all wrote killer speeches (and still found time to help me organize and scrapbooks and baby toys!). My Granny put her life on hold to host us in high Southern style (with enough gravy and cake for Cox's army!!). Garsh, where does it all end?!
Dozens of people spent a whole Friday evening celebrating with me, junior high conductors whom I hadn't seen in a few years, old friends of my Grandmother's whom I couldn't tell from Adam. My Aunt drove 2 hrs from Miniola, my Uncle Lee actually slipped away from his work and drove 30 miles one way to stay for an hour. And then there was my Uncle Keith Carnes who traveled from Austin a whopping four or five hours one way, only to drive back that night because he had to work the next day!! Man, what did I ever to to interest or help these people? That's what I keep asking as I receive card after card in the mail. For now I'm putting the gifts back in a bank account, but why should they bother to send their money across the country at all?!
So yeah, I'm graduated, but it took the sacrifice of a lot of people, and a the abundant grace of God to provide for me. A week, heh, that I'll never forget.
lunes, mayo 30, 2005
Short trip home
Well, we're leaving for Texas tomorow to have my graduation Yippee!! I probably won't be able to get to a computer but comment randomly, post on your own blog or xanga, and I'll be back on Monday the 6th. Be praying for safe travel, good visits with friends that we may not be able to see for a while, and God's blessing on Friday night. :o)
Thx!
Thx!
jueves, mayo 26, 2005
Didderdidderdidder....
Gosh I dunno. This whole blogging thing. ::sigh::
OK, for one I started it because it was a good way to connect with people -
!
[Attn: This grumpy sentence was just interrupted with a news flash] Wow. I just checked my email and found a letter from a missionary in Russia, just sitting there smiling at me. Our church sabbath school class has been studying missions, and we were each supposed to get a pen pal. Well back in February, one lady in our class gave me hers because she couldn't do a lot of emailing. I wrote the missionary then but she didn't write back, and anywho I heard that she was on furlough in the states (how ironic!). No less than 4 months later... She wrote back!! She apologized for not getting it sooner, said that she had just returned to Moscow and is ready to roll again.
What an unexpected nicey sort of surprise! I have to say that I was in a pretty despondent mood, but suddenly there it was - a letter from Moscow from a woman who was excited to hear about me, and thrilled to tell me whatever I'd like to hear about Russia. How cool is that?! Kindof zapped my little grumpy thing I had going.
On other more businessliker notes - I still don't know how my blogging's gonna go. I may just try to take a break for a while (since it seems that I'm not blogging anyway). Next Tuesday we're headed down to Texas for a few days for my graduation, so I prolly won't have time to write until after that. If you're a hoosier - gimme a big hug while you can, if you're a Texan - I can't wait to see you!!!
Arg, I can't be grumpy over logging right now, and still I have to write a graduation speech Whatta weird day this is going to be!
Oh, and the Sycamore Covenant Academy students (our church's part time co-op) are taking their last finals this morning - please pray for them!
OK, for one I started it because it was a good way to connect with people -
!
[Attn: This grumpy sentence was just interrupted with a news flash] Wow. I just checked my email and found a letter from a missionary in Russia, just sitting there smiling at me. Our church sabbath school class has been studying missions, and we were each supposed to get a pen pal. Well back in February, one lady in our class gave me hers because she couldn't do a lot of emailing. I wrote the missionary then but she didn't write back, and anywho I heard that she was on furlough in the states (how ironic!). No less than 4 months later... She wrote back!! She apologized for not getting it sooner, said that she had just returned to Moscow and is ready to roll again.
What an unexpected nicey sort of surprise! I have to say that I was in a pretty despondent mood, but suddenly there it was - a letter from Moscow from a woman who was excited to hear about me, and thrilled to tell me whatever I'd like to hear about Russia. How cool is that?! Kindof zapped my little grumpy thing I had going.
On other more businessliker notes - I still don't know how my blogging's gonna go. I may just try to take a break for a while (since it seems that I'm not blogging anyway). Next Tuesday we're headed down to Texas for a few days for my graduation, so I prolly won't have time to write until after that. If you're a hoosier - gimme a big hug while you can, if you're a Texan - I can't wait to see you!!!
Arg, I can't be grumpy over logging right now, and still I have to write a graduation speech Whatta weird day this is going to be!
Oh, and the Sycamore Covenant Academy students (our church's part time co-op) are taking their last finals this morning - please pray for them!
lunes, mayo 16, 2005
A "What's going on with me today" post
Well, to copy a fellow blogger's grocery list style, today in a whirl.
7:20 - Wakey wakey time; delicious biscuits; chauffeuring duty
8:15 - Study a while in the Word. Had a particular burden on my heart that I got to pray about, and share with someone else. (Get an accountability partner, folks, God uses them and for me these are the times when He has shown Himself to be so gracious.)
9:00 - Geometry. I had a lot on my mind during the college school year, so I paused my homeschooling courses. Now I'm back to simple, self-checked 30 problem lessons. Ahhh.
10:45 - Oh the joys of lunch on the road! We set off for Carmel and Mom asks for some munchies. What do I pull out of my magic bag? Raisin bread, cold hotdogs, and celery!! No mustard, chili, pickles, nah just the crushing reality of leftovers in a 10" by 12" box. Needless to say... we had a blast.
12:10 - Music. Pam. Dog hairs. Yeah, the works.
3:00 - Arrive back in Kokomo, fruit salad (yummers!), blog
4:00 - Kokomo Homeschool Youth Ensemble. Big name, small group. But we have fun -Bach, Beethoven, Rossini, they were awesome dudes. I will sit by our Concertmaster, Joel, and try 1) to keep up, 2) to play few enough "eewies" to escape Mr. Christensen's irrepressible smile. One day, for example:
::Candace screeches to the end of a passage and sticks out her tongue::
Cabbage: "Goodness, sorry about that Mr. Chrisensen, I just feel really off today."
Mr. Chritensen: "Oh really? ::titters:: It didn't sound at all out of the ordinary to me!"
But in truth he's a great guy, we just have so much fun with the witty sparing, I'm not sure I could have stuck it through two semesters of ensemble without him.
5:30 - Ensemble ends, hitchhike home (read: Catch a ride with our pastor's wife), supper (in the words of Ben "We have a choice! Beans, beans, or beans.")
6:45 - Ejercicios at the YMCA. A Yoga class (mom's idea).
8:00 - A movie date with a tall, dark-featured Spaniard (who incidentally assumes the shape of Marius the orange Cat from 12:38 am to 11 pm the next night.)
::looks at watch:: Almost 3:45, time to get life into gear again. Hope I didn't bore you all to bits a pieces. But I'm just a staff writer here, if you don't like something - write a letter to the editor. :P !
7:20 - Wakey wakey time; delicious biscuits; chauffeuring duty
8:15 - Study a while in the Word. Had a particular burden on my heart that I got to pray about, and share with someone else. (Get an accountability partner, folks, God uses them and for me these are the times when He has shown Himself to be so gracious.)
9:00 - Geometry. I had a lot on my mind during the college school year, so I paused my homeschooling courses. Now I'm back to simple, self-checked 30 problem lessons. Ahhh.
10:45 - Oh the joys of lunch on the road! We set off for Carmel and Mom asks for some munchies. What do I pull out of my magic bag? Raisin bread, cold hotdogs, and celery!! No mustard, chili, pickles, nah just the crushing reality of leftovers in a 10" by 12" box. Needless to say... we had a blast.
12:10 - Music. Pam. Dog hairs. Yeah, the works.
3:00 - Arrive back in Kokomo, fruit salad (yummers!), blog
4:00 - Kokomo Homeschool Youth Ensemble. Big name, small group. But we have fun -Bach, Beethoven, Rossini, they were awesome dudes. I will sit by our Concertmaster, Joel, and try 1) to keep up, 2) to play few enough "eewies" to escape Mr. Christensen's irrepressible smile. One day, for example:
::Candace screeches to the end of a passage and sticks out her tongue::
Cabbage: "Goodness, sorry about that Mr. Chrisensen, I just feel really off today."
Mr. Chritensen: "Oh really? ::titters:: It didn't sound at all out of the ordinary to me!"
But in truth he's a great guy, we just have so much fun with the witty sparing, I'm not sure I could have stuck it through two semesters of ensemble without him.
5:30 - Ensemble ends, hitchhike home (read: Catch a ride with our pastor's wife), supper (in the words of Ben "We have a choice! Beans, beans, or beans.")
6:45 - Ejercicios at the YMCA. A Yoga class (mom's idea).
8:00 - A movie date with a tall, dark-featured Spaniard (who incidentally assumes the shape of Marius the orange Cat from 12:38 am to 11 pm the next night.)
::looks at watch:: Almost 3:45, time to get life into gear again. Hope I didn't bore you all to bits a pieces. But I'm just a staff writer here, if you don't like something - write a letter to the editor. :P !
miércoles, mayo 11, 2005
Martha-ing around
Confessions of a Teenage Procrastinator
How is it that when I have the most time, and my summer begins to open up I suddenly find that I have time for nothing, and that I feel like it's been eons since I quieted myself before God, and prayed or read His Word? (on a side note, do you see what summer also does to my sentence construction?)
Here's how it goes. ::Cabbage in the middle of cleaning her room, or replying to emails, or working on some Spanish:: "Gosh I'm fried, this stuff is so unengaging, why not sneak off for half and hour and read in the Bible, why not find some good Psalms and sing them, or read the stories of godly people in a good biography?" "Nope, too much fun. This has gotta be done right now, I'll just stick it out because God would rather me do this."
Kindof dumb, huh? In fact, really dumb. The thought came rolling home this evening, that although there is a place for my work, my duty, and all that other me stuff, the whole point of His salvation is to bring me to worshipping Him. And the very means of grace that I could be mining for refreshment, growth, and joy are the things I'm neglecting because "clearly" there are other things that need to be done first. Satan laughs. It pleases him best when I carry heavy loads of dawn to dusk Duty; all that my Father wants me to do is cast away the weight and besetting sin and run with the light and easy load.
Yet let's glance a moment at the other hand, it's unbelievable but true, that staying faithful in the mundane is pleasing to him as well. smiling as my little bro raves about his new picture lens flair, these things are glorifying, even pleasing to God. A bit of a paradox, ain't it?
And where does blogging fit into it all? For starters, it is to be done like every other good work: heartily, as unto my Maker and Husband (Isa 54:5). And so I wanna stay connected with you guys. This is a gift from Him, and those are to be taken seriously. Here I can hear my Mom's voice in the back of my head, "Not every one can be the perfect blogger all the time, that would mean that you didn't really have a life worth talking about. It's ok to fall off the face of the world every now and then." Thanks, Mom. I will.
How is it that when I have the most time, and my summer begins to open up I suddenly find that I have time for nothing, and that I feel like it's been eons since I quieted myself before God, and prayed or read His Word? (on a side note, do you see what summer also does to my sentence construction?)
Here's how it goes. ::Cabbage in the middle of cleaning her room, or replying to emails, or working on some Spanish:: "Gosh I'm fried, this stuff is so unengaging, why not sneak off for half and hour and read in the Bible, why not find some good Psalms and sing them, or read the stories of godly people in a good biography?" "Nope, too much fun. This has gotta be done right now, I'll just stick it out because God would rather me do this."
Kindof dumb, huh? In fact, really dumb. The thought came rolling home this evening, that although there is a place for my work, my duty, and all that other me stuff, the whole point of His salvation is to bring me to worshipping Him. And the very means of grace that I could be mining for refreshment, growth, and joy are the things I'm neglecting because "clearly" there are other things that need to be done first. Satan laughs. It pleases him best when I carry heavy loads of dawn to dusk Duty; all that my Father wants me to do is cast away the weight and besetting sin and run with the light and easy load.
Yet let's glance a moment at the other hand, it's unbelievable but true, that staying faithful in the mundane is pleasing to him as well. smiling as my little bro raves about his new picture lens flair, these things are glorifying, even pleasing to God. A bit of a paradox, ain't it?
And where does blogging fit into it all? For starters, it is to be done like every other good work: heartily, as unto my Maker and Husband (Isa 54:5). And so I wanna stay connected with you guys. This is a gift from Him, and those are to be taken seriously. Here I can hear my Mom's voice in the back of my head, "Not every one can be the perfect blogger all the time, that would mean that you didn't really have a life worth talking about. It's ok to fall off the face of the world every now and then." Thanks, Mom. I will.
miércoles, mayo 04, 2005
Gracious and merciful
Wow.
My last official school obligation was a Chemistry test. When I got out of it this morning, I almost floated out of class. While I was waiting for my ride, I pulled out a pocket Bible, and read a Psalm
Psalm 145
A Psalm of Praise, of David.
1I will extol You, my God, O King,
And I will bless Your name forever and ever.
2Every day I will bless You,
And I will praise Your name forever and ever.
3Great is the LORD, and highly to be praised,
And His greatness is unsearchable.
4One generation shall praise Your works to another,
And shall declare Your mighty acts.
5On the glorious splendor of Your majesty
And on Your wonderful works, I will meditate.
6Men shall speak of the power of Your awesome acts,
And I will tell of Your greatness.
7They shall eagerly utter the memory of Your abundant goodness
And will shout joyfully of Your righteousness.
8The LORD is gracious and merciful;
Slow to anger and great in lovingkindness.
9The LORD is good to all,
And His mercies are over all His works.
10All Your works shall give thanks to You, O LORD,
And Your godly ones shall bless You.
11They shall speak of the glory of Your kingdom
And talk of Your power;
12To make known to the sons of men Your mighty acts
And the glory of the majesty of Your kingdom.
13Your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom,
And Your dominion endures throughout all generations.
14The LORD sustains all who fall
And raises up all who are bowed down.
15The eyes of all look to You,
And You give them their food in due time.
16You open Your hand
And satisfy the desire of every living thing.
17The LORD is )righteous in all His ways
And kind in all His deeds.
18The LORD is near to all who call upon Him,
To all who call upon Him in truth.
19He will fulfill the desire of those who fear Him;
He will also hear their cry and will save them.
20The LORD keeps all who love Him,
But all the wicked He will destroy.
21My mouth will speak the praise of the LORD,
And all flesh will bless His holy name forever and ever.
God was very gracous to me in all three of my finals. Several times I felt perilously clost to either way overworking, or throwing in the towel. On Tuesday night all I could do before my Spanish test was ask for His shear mercy, knowing that whatever academic stamina of my own just wouldn't cut it. He has showered me with his mercy and I have laughed for joy at the closing of this chapter, my first baby year in college, and my last year of High School. May I pant after Him and run the way of His commands through the Summer.
My last official school obligation was a Chemistry test. When I got out of it this morning, I almost floated out of class. While I was waiting for my ride, I pulled out a pocket Bible, and read a Psalm
Psalm 145
A Psalm of Praise, of David.
1I will extol You, my God, O King,
And I will bless Your name forever and ever.
2Every day I will bless You,
And I will praise Your name forever and ever.
3Great is the LORD, and highly to be praised,
And His greatness is unsearchable.
4One generation shall praise Your works to another,
And shall declare Your mighty acts.
5On the glorious splendor of Your majesty
And on Your wonderful works, I will meditate.
6Men shall speak of the power of Your awesome acts,
And I will tell of Your greatness.
7They shall eagerly utter the memory of Your abundant goodness
And will shout joyfully of Your righteousness.
8The LORD is gracious and merciful;
Slow to anger and great in lovingkindness.
9The LORD is good to all,
And His mercies are over all His works.
10All Your works shall give thanks to You, O LORD,
And Your godly ones shall bless You.
11They shall speak of the glory of Your kingdom
And talk of Your power;
12To make known to the sons of men Your mighty acts
And the glory of the majesty of Your kingdom.
13Your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom,
And Your dominion endures throughout all generations.
14The LORD sustains all who fall
And raises up all who are bowed down.
15The eyes of all look to You,
And You give them their food in due time.
16You open Your hand
And satisfy the desire of every living thing.
17The LORD is )righteous in all His ways
And kind in all His deeds.
18The LORD is near to all who call upon Him,
To all who call upon Him in truth.
19He will fulfill the desire of those who fear Him;
He will also hear their cry and will save them.
20The LORD keeps all who love Him,
But all the wicked He will destroy.
21My mouth will speak the praise of the LORD,
And all flesh will bless His holy name forever and ever.
God was very gracous to me in all three of my finals. Several times I felt perilously clost to either way overworking, or throwing in the towel. On Tuesday night all I could do before my Spanish test was ask for His shear mercy, knowing that whatever academic stamina of my own just wouldn't cut it. He has showered me with his mercy and I have laughed for joy at the closing of this chapter, my first baby year in college, and my last year of High School. May I pant after Him and run the way of His commands through the Summer.
lunes, mayo 02, 2005
Umph
One of the worser aspects of staying up until 10:30 pm is that your tummy has had enough waking hours to start to get hungry again.
::rumble rumble::
::rumble rumble::
martes, abril 26, 2005
High Time to blog, me merry men.
Yes, it is indeed that time of the week again, I search my head for any interesting goulash, and you guys get the bits of stuff n fluff that actually comes out. Poor, poor Piglet.
Rambling Bunny #1: School.
Well, I could tell you about IUK. I registered for school a couple weeks back with the ol' timers. So on orientation in May I won't have to line up with the high schoolers and get whaky times or anything. Well, except that I've now got classes every day of the week (not counting whenever my newspaper meetings will be). And for three days in the week I have be in a class at 8:30. 8:30 AM, that is. So some would call that a little wacky. In the Fall, I'm going back to school as a full time student (with a picture ID and everything, yeay me!). I'll be taking 12 hours and 5 different classes: Comp Sci 100, English Lit 202, English Writing 132, Journalism ("Write more articles you dog!"), and Spanish 203. Cool beans, eh?
Rambling Bunny #2: El periódico (newspaper)
It appears that in order to participate with the Correspondent, I have to re-apply every semester. Alrighty, that's cool. I had been talking with the Faculty Advisor (the grownup involved with the paper) and she had wanted to see me take on a more active role. She advised that I sign up for an editors position so that I have a regular column in the paper to write and more imput into the paper's direction. Alrighty, thought me, Editor. I can do that. So we signs up and what does we get??? (paraphrase :P) Dear Candace, that's very nice and all, but we're going to put you as the Arts and Entertainment Editor. Yes, you'll still have to report on more of the same artsy happenings but with this job you keep tabs on each Music CD review, each Movie review, each art event review. In short, my dear, you shall now oversee the content for an entire page of the paper. The Arts and Entertainment's page in it's entirety is now your responsibility. Have fun.
!!!!!!!!
How should I look at this?
On the one hand, an honor. This is an honor. They know that I'm helpful and proactive (read: annoying) so they put me over people so that I'll get on their case and stuff will get done. They know that I like covering the cultural spotlight, so they further facilitated this desire by giving me an excuse to find out stuff. College papers are designed to give the student body a voice, and to provide a platform for those students dedicated to writing and school spirit. I have been asked to accept a senior position so that my impute can help decide the direction of all of the paper. What a plum!
On the other hand, does this just mean that they put a freshman in a new position because no one cares and whatever happens in this paper doesn't matter anyway? Does this publication make a difference? Are they simply so desperate and deprived of any writers that they are past caring about skill? Stuff, however, happens for a reason. God has his own good will in mind, so I think I'll drop this "other hand" because I know there's a point to it somewhere.
::comes back to writing after 15 violin practice:: Blah!! all internal contemplation beside, what we have here is a little adventure. This position has never existed before, I'm in it now. Let's you and me see what happens here
Rambling Bunny # 3: tHE rANDOM rABBITS
uno: I was transferring change from one little purse to another and I drooped a coin under my dresser. To my eternal befuddlement, I was unable to locate it when on my tummy looking. Unless I move the dresser with all it's clothes inside and hair stuff on top, I shall never know what kind of coin it is, or whither it went. Who knows, it may even be a quarter. ::sniffles::
dos: Well, it's time for another Spanish class Community event. This time? Restaurant of course!!!! (Yes just like last time, even the same restaurant.) Only prob is that right after we order, we have to speak total, constant Spanish for 20 full minutes, and if we use English in the slightest way to communicate - we get a grade of 60. Bummer. 20 minutes has suddenly become a long time.
tres: The B flat scale is downright ornery!!!! (especially for the poor family members for who have to hear it parsed, arpeggioed, and generally slaughtered 4 days a week).
Well, hope you found something in here worth commenting on.
Until the butter flys, my dears
-Cabbage
Rambling Bunny #1: School.
Well, I could tell you about IUK. I registered for school a couple weeks back with the ol' timers. So on orientation in May I won't have to line up with the high schoolers and get whaky times or anything. Well, except that I've now got classes every day of the week (not counting whenever my newspaper meetings will be). And for three days in the week I have be in a class at 8:30. 8:30 AM, that is. So some would call that a little wacky. In the Fall, I'm going back to school as a full time student (with a picture ID and everything, yeay me!). I'll be taking 12 hours and 5 different classes: Comp Sci 100, English Lit 202, English Writing 132, Journalism ("Write more articles you dog!"), and Spanish 203. Cool beans, eh?
Rambling Bunny #2: El periódico (newspaper)
It appears that in order to participate with the Correspondent, I have to re-apply every semester. Alrighty, that's cool. I had been talking with the Faculty Advisor (the grownup involved with the paper) and she had wanted to see me take on a more active role. She advised that I sign up for an editors position so that I have a regular column in the paper to write and more imput into the paper's direction. Alrighty, thought me, Editor. I can do that. So we signs up and what does we get??? (paraphrase :P) Dear Candace, that's very nice and all, but we're going to put you as the Arts and Entertainment Editor. Yes, you'll still have to report on more of the same artsy happenings but with this job you keep tabs on each Music CD review, each Movie review, each art event review. In short, my dear, you shall now oversee the content for an entire page of the paper. The Arts and Entertainment's page in it's entirety is now your responsibility. Have fun.
!!!!!!!!
How should I look at this?
On the one hand, an honor. This is an honor. They know that I'm helpful and proactive (read: annoying) so they put me over people so that I'll get on their case and stuff will get done. They know that I like covering the cultural spotlight, so they further facilitated this desire by giving me an excuse to find out stuff. College papers are designed to give the student body a voice, and to provide a platform for those students dedicated to writing and school spirit. I have been asked to accept a senior position so that my impute can help decide the direction of all of the paper. What a plum!
On the other hand, does this just mean that they put a freshman in a new position because no one cares and whatever happens in this paper doesn't matter anyway? Does this publication make a difference? Are they simply so desperate and deprived of any writers that they are past caring about skill? Stuff, however, happens for a reason. God has his own good will in mind, so I think I'll drop this "other hand" because I know there's a point to it somewhere.
::comes back to writing after 15 violin practice:: Blah!! all internal contemplation beside, what we have here is a little adventure. This position has never existed before, I'm in it now. Let's you and me see what happens here
Rambling Bunny # 3: tHE rANDOM rABBITS
uno: I was transferring change from one little purse to another and I drooped a coin under my dresser. To my eternal befuddlement, I was unable to locate it when on my tummy looking. Unless I move the dresser with all it's clothes inside and hair stuff on top, I shall never know what kind of coin it is, or whither it went. Who knows, it may even be a quarter. ::sniffles::
dos: Well, it's time for another Spanish class Community event. This time? Restaurant of course!!!! (Yes just like last time, even the same restaurant.) Only prob is that right after we order, we have to speak total, constant Spanish for 20 full minutes, and if we use English in the slightest way to communicate - we get a grade of 60. Bummer. 20 minutes has suddenly become a long time.
tres: The B flat scale is downright ornery!!!! (especially for the poor family members for who have to hear it parsed, arpeggioed, and generally slaughtered 4 days a week).
Well, hope you found something in here worth commenting on.
Until the butter flys, my dears
-Cabbage
lunes, abril 18, 2005
55 Completely Random Things About Me
Haha! Found the perfect time and reason to do this. Sorry Evan if this leaves you all on your own. There are pointless fads and then there are cool ways of expression that really let people get to know you. I want people to get to know me. Hold your hats (and your nose)!!!!
TEN Random Things About Me:
1o) My livelihood depends on paper towels (yes, I’m in the cleaning business).
o9) If I had to chose between getting stuck in an elevator with a tiger or a cockroach, I’d pick the tiger. Every time.
o8) I don’t go to Purdue.
07) I go to IU instead. I’m going back to IU in the fall. On purpose. (it’s an Indiana thing)
o6) Peanut Butter is for me rare and beautiful plunder
o5) I read Pride and Prejudice in three days, and a 60 page book by John Bunyan in over 6 months
o4) One of my all time favorite actors is Claude Rains
o3) I never get nose congestion, except when I drink milk
o2) I’d rather get up early than stay up late. I’m a genuine morning person.
o1) My friends refer to me as a European vegetable (Brassica oleracea var. capitata) of the mustard family, having a globose head consisting of a short stem and tightly overlapping green to purplish leaves. Yup, that’s Cabbage.
NINE Significant/Favorite Places I've Visited:
o9) Boston Massachusetts. Boston rocks. I’m going back.
o8) SCOOPS!! for the unfortunate who don’t reside in Kokomo, it’s the awesomest ice cream joint ever.
o7) Yellowstone National Park
o6) Mexico (for two minutes, literally)
o5) Middle Earth (in the form of all three books read time and time again)
o4) The Smithsonian
o3) The Grand Tetons
o2) An authentic Ethiopian Restaurant in Washington DC. The indigestion almost killed us.
o1) Shiloh, in the land of Texas.
EIGHT Things I Want To Do Before I Die
o8) Converse in fluid Spanish with a Spaniard.
o7) Play Bach on my violin that brings someone to tears.
o6) Eat sushi (good, authentic, expensive sushi).
o5) Learn how to love my family more and more.
o4) Have tea with the Queen.
o3) Own a horse again.
o2) Take Amy to Moscow.
o1). Be used of the Lord
SEVEN Ways to Win my Heart.
o7) Don’t take yourself too seriously
o6) Know the difference bewteen Dickens and Defoe
o5) Make me laugh till I cry.
o4) Slip away from old friends in order to invest in the new guy
o3) Don’t poke me when I’m tired
o2) Get all excited about the exciting things: beauty, a new language, a vista, Milton, an ancient Greek dude, the sovereignty of God
o1) Worship Christ the Savior
SIX Things I Believe In
o6) Sleep
o5) Relentless Love
o4) A good pen for taking notes
o3) Breakfast
o2) Air conditioners
o1) Being done with this blog (c’mon, it’s 10:30!!)
FIVE Things I'm Afraid Of (in no particular order)
o5) Deceiving myself
o4) Alienating people
o3) Random parts of perfectly normal movies that no one else finds the least disturbing, (such as Doc Ock coming alive for the first time in the hospital, or Jack Jack escaping from Syndrome.)
o2) Bugs
o1) People
FOUR of my Favorite Items in my Bedroom
o4) My peach colored purse
o3) A set of Mattew Henry’s Comentary on the Bible (a birthday presant, of couse)
o2) A hand-me-down desert camouflage jacket
o1) All our music cds, of Broadway, Mozanrt, Russtle Watson, Psalms, yes, even Enya
THREE Things I Do Everyday
o3) Drink green tea before I do anything else
o2) Leave shoes in the middle of the floor
o1) Ask long, garbled sentances choked with noun clauses.
TWO Things I'm Trying Not to do Right Now
o2) Rub my eyes (it’s a contact thing)
o1) Stay at the computer too long
ONE Person I Want to See Right Now
o1). My Granny
TEN Random Things About Me:
1o) My livelihood depends on paper towels (yes, I’m in the cleaning business).
o9) If I had to chose between getting stuck in an elevator with a tiger or a cockroach, I’d pick the tiger. Every time.
o8) I don’t go to Purdue.
07) I go to IU instead. I’m going back to IU in the fall. On purpose. (it’s an Indiana thing)
o6) Peanut Butter is for me rare and beautiful plunder
o5) I read Pride and Prejudice in three days, and a 60 page book by John Bunyan in over 6 months
o4) One of my all time favorite actors is Claude Rains
o3) I never get nose congestion, except when I drink milk
o2) I’d rather get up early than stay up late. I’m a genuine morning person.
o1) My friends refer to me as a European vegetable (Brassica oleracea var. capitata) of the mustard family, having a globose head consisting of a short stem and tightly overlapping green to purplish leaves. Yup, that’s Cabbage.
NINE Significant/Favorite Places I've Visited:
o9) Boston Massachusetts. Boston rocks. I’m going back.
o8) SCOOPS!! for the unfortunate who don’t reside in Kokomo, it’s the awesomest ice cream joint ever.
o7) Yellowstone National Park
o6) Mexico (for two minutes, literally)
o5) Middle Earth (in the form of all three books read time and time again)
o4) The Smithsonian
o3) The Grand Tetons
o2) An authentic Ethiopian Restaurant in Washington DC. The indigestion almost killed us.
o1) Shiloh, in the land of Texas.
EIGHT Things I Want To Do Before I Die
o8) Converse in fluid Spanish with a Spaniard.
o7) Play Bach on my violin that brings someone to tears.
o6) Eat sushi (good, authentic, expensive sushi).
o5) Learn how to love my family more and more.
o4) Have tea with the Queen.
o3) Own a horse again.
o2) Take Amy to Moscow.
o1). Be used of the Lord
SEVEN Ways to Win my Heart.
o7) Don’t take yourself too seriously
o6) Know the difference bewteen Dickens and Defoe
o5) Make me laugh till I cry.
o4) Slip away from old friends in order to invest in the new guy
o3) Don’t poke me when I’m tired
o2) Get all excited about the exciting things: beauty, a new language, a vista, Milton, an ancient Greek dude, the sovereignty of God
o1) Worship Christ the Savior
SIX Things I Believe In
o6) Sleep
o5) Relentless Love
o4) A good pen for taking notes
o3) Breakfast
o2) Air conditioners
o1) Being done with this blog (c’mon, it’s 10:30!!)
FIVE Things I'm Afraid Of (in no particular order)
o5) Deceiving myself
o4) Alienating people
o3) Random parts of perfectly normal movies that no one else finds the least disturbing, (such as Doc Ock coming alive for the first time in the hospital, or Jack Jack escaping from Syndrome.)
o2) Bugs
o1) People
FOUR of my Favorite Items in my Bedroom
o4) My peach colored purse
o3) A set of Mattew Henry’s Comentary on the Bible (a birthday presant, of couse)
o2) A hand-me-down desert camouflage jacket
o1) All our music cds, of Broadway, Mozanrt, Russtle Watson, Psalms, yes, even Enya
THREE Things I Do Everyday
o3) Drink green tea before I do anything else
o2) Leave shoes in the middle of the floor
o1) Ask long, garbled sentances choked with noun clauses.
TWO Things I'm Trying Not to do Right Now
o2) Rub my eyes (it’s a contact thing)
o1) Stay at the computer too long
ONE Person I Want to See Right Now
o1). My Granny
viernes, abril 15, 2005
From the war front (in a tearing hurry)
Alright, I'm in a hurry again. I've gotta finish an application to the Correspondent for next semester (the faculty advisor complimented me and said that I could do very well playing a bigger part and sugessted that I go for an Editor (not Editor in chief, just Editor) position, cool huh?). And I've gotta get ready to go to a RP youth event tonight. It's called the SONrise party and we bring non-Christian friends and hear a speaker and stay up all night and go home tomorow morning. Cool eh?
OK, all for now. Maybe I'll post again Sat afternoon (after I come home from work and practice my fiddle, poor me)
LUV you all!!
(hmm, don't know why I just said that to the internet at large, but to all the important people who read it... it's true!)
OK, all for now. Maybe I'll post again Sat afternoon (after I come home from work and practice my fiddle, poor me)
LUV you all!!
(hmm, don't know why I just said that to the internet at large, but to all the important people who read it... it's true!)
miércoles, abril 13, 2005
The ramble
Blog? Who has time to blog???
Not me.
I've agreed to go ahead and write a correspondent article this week. (Yes, the deadline happens to be this morning). I actually cooked supper tonight. Hawaiian chicken. Amy made puppy chow, so she beat me on the culinary delicacies part.
The two littles (ha! I love calling them that) are playing Cops and Robbers with the Yorks at The Mansion (no, the Yorks do not live IN a mantion, there's an old very nice building that no one uses too terrible much, and on warm evenings you can hav a hoot flying over banisters and around under the foundations of the building).
Have you noticed that I'm typing this one straight into Blogger with no other spelling aid? Loverly stuff. Thought I'd give you peeps a look into the slums of my spelling world.
Oh, and did anyone else know that Peeps is a real noun and not just a contration? Seems that there are these strange little marshmellow birdies that are colored somehing fierce and they are called peeps. Any enlightenemnt on this would be welcome.
Okays, at The Mission they're haveing a bit to-do tomorrow, so what does that mean? Why, clean extra well!! I'll catch you chaps later.
What a weird day this has been
Not me.
I've agreed to go ahead and write a correspondent article this week. (Yes, the deadline happens to be this morning). I actually cooked supper tonight. Hawaiian chicken. Amy made puppy chow, so she beat me on the culinary delicacies part.
The two littles (ha! I love calling them that) are playing Cops and Robbers with the Yorks at The Mansion (no, the Yorks do not live IN a mantion, there's an old very nice building that no one uses too terrible much, and on warm evenings you can hav a hoot flying over banisters and around under the foundations of the building).
Have you noticed that I'm typing this one straight into Blogger with no other spelling aid? Loverly stuff. Thought I'd give you peeps a look into the slums of my spelling world.
Oh, and did anyone else know that Peeps is a real noun and not just a contration? Seems that there are these strange little marshmellow birdies that are colored somehing fierce and they are called peeps. Any enlightenemnt on this would be welcome.
Okays, at The Mission they're haveing a bit to-do tomorrow, so what does that mean? Why, clean extra well!! I'll catch you chaps later.
What a weird day this has been
viernes, abril 08, 2005
I love pumpkins.
Yes, isn't that beautiful? I've been trying to go more toward the positive (whatever that means) and that was simply the most beautiful positive thing to be said.
Otays, this week. Monday, heh, yeah it all comes back. Last week I foolishly agreed to do a follow up on an article I'd written for the Correspodent. I'd writen about a play that the IUK Theatre was putting on. It was an adaptation of James Joyce's first novel Dubliners (you'll find that after writting the article I'm suddenly very knowledgeable about Joyce and things). Well, the long and short is that I saw the play on Friday night, the first of April, and the article was due on Monday the 4th. I didn't get around to it on Saturday, didn't do anything with it Sunday, and whoohooo! Next thing I knew it's a beautiful Monday and I could now start my article.
Well, I got it in, and I worked so hard (translation: used so much time) that I'd like to publish it here fore you.
Well, spending all of Monday and a chunk of Tuesday typing this beautyful article wouldn't be so bad if I had nothing else to do in the week, but nope, I had a rather LARGE Chemistry exam on Thursday which I had two days to prepare for. The good news was - it was a lot of multiple choice, so if one has no clue whether membrane lipids are mostly sphingosines or not, well one can just go for c because cold corn mash starts with c. The bad news was - it was A LOT of multiple choice!!! So you were required to actually know whether membrane lipids are mostly sopingosins or not! (for the record, I kindof thought they were. We'll see.)
I also had an oral presentation in Spanish class. This is where I get up before the class and discuss in a few sentences (in Spanish naturally) whatever topic La Profesora has chosen for us. In previous times we had to give directions from our house to school, tell how to cook a Hispanic dish and such things. This week it was Nuestros Arbóles Genealógico, our family tree. We made posters of our immediate family and also recounted a piece of family history and an interesting story. This was really just to help us learn the preterit and imperfect tenses (just all that confusing come, were coming, had come past stuff), but I wanted to share my story because I love it so much.
La familia de mi abuela es los Holcombs, y era el año mil ochocientos seicenta y siete (ó ocho) cuando venían de Inglaterra a Virginia. Cuando mi abuela era una niña, su madre guadaba unos melocotones en la alacena. Una vez, mi abuela trató a comerlos, y derramó todo de la lata. ¡Era muy joven, entonces los tomó del piso, los puso en la lata, y la puso atrás in la alacena! Pero, no se metó en líos.
Now, in English. Just bear in mind that things are pretty simplified so that I could translate cleanly.
My Grandmother's family is the Holcombs, and it was around the year 1767 or 8 when they were coming from England to Virginia. When my grandmother was a little girl, her mother would keep peaches in the kitchen cabinet. One time, my grandmother tried to eat them, she spilled the whole can. She was very young, so she took them off the floor, put them back in the jar, and put it back in the cabinet! But she didn't get in trouble [at least, that's what I'm guessing!]
Sorry, Granny, if I spilled your beans after all these years, but I remember you telling me when we were in the car once, and we both 'bout croaked laughing. I can just see you little guys all in a tithy and what does a little kid think? Ah ha! Put them back and the peaches aren't wasted, problem solved.
Well, Jim just walked in in that sort of way she has when she'd kindof like to be doing something with me but she's not gonna explicitly say she's board. I'd rather be off the computer myself too.
¡Chau!
P.S. For those of you who like the upside down exclamation point (it's just so expressive, don't you think), you can create your very own by holding down the Alt button and keying in the numbers 0161, then letting off Alt ¡ there ya go.
Otays, this week. Monday, heh, yeah it all comes back. Last week I foolishly agreed to do a follow up on an article I'd written for the Correspodent. I'd writen about a play that the IUK Theatre was putting on. It was an adaptation of James Joyce's first novel Dubliners (you'll find that after writting the article I'm suddenly very knowledgeable about Joyce and things). Well, the long and short is that I saw the play on Friday night, the first of April, and the article was due on Monday the 4th. I didn't get around to it on Saturday, didn't do anything with it Sunday, and whoohooo! Next thing I knew it's a beautiful Monday and I could now start my article.
Well, I got it in, and I worked so hard (translation: used so much time) that I'd like to publish it here fore you.
Well, spending all of Monday and a chunk of Tuesday typing this beautyful article wouldn't be so bad if I had nothing else to do in the week, but nope, I had a rather LARGE Chemistry exam on Thursday which I had two days to prepare for. The good news was - it was a lot of multiple choice, so if one has no clue whether membrane lipids are mostly sphingosines or not, well one can just go for c because cold corn mash starts with c. The bad news was - it was A LOT of multiple choice!!! So you were required to actually know whether membrane lipids are mostly sopingosins or not! (for the record, I kindof thought they were. We'll see.)
I also had an oral presentation in Spanish class. This is where I get up before the class and discuss in a few sentences (in Spanish naturally) whatever topic La Profesora has chosen for us. In previous times we had to give directions from our house to school, tell how to cook a Hispanic dish and such things. This week it was Nuestros Arbóles Genealógico, our family tree. We made posters of our immediate family and also recounted a piece of family history and an interesting story. This was really just to help us learn the preterit and imperfect tenses (just all that confusing come, were coming, had come past stuff), but I wanted to share my story because I love it so much.
La familia de mi abuela es los Holcombs, y era el año mil ochocientos seicenta y siete (ó ocho) cuando venían de Inglaterra a Virginia. Cuando mi abuela era una niña, su madre guadaba unos melocotones en la alacena. Una vez, mi abuela trató a comerlos, y derramó todo de la lata. ¡Era muy joven, entonces los tomó del piso, los puso en la lata, y la puso atrás in la alacena! Pero, no se metó en líos.
Now, in English. Just bear in mind that things are pretty simplified so that I could translate cleanly.
My Grandmother's family is the Holcombs, and it was around the year 1767 or 8 when they were coming from England to Virginia. When my grandmother was a little girl, her mother would keep peaches in the kitchen cabinet. One time, my grandmother tried to eat them, she spilled the whole can. She was very young, so she took them off the floor, put them back in the jar, and put it back in the cabinet! But she didn't get in trouble [at least, that's what I'm guessing!]
Sorry, Granny, if I spilled your beans after all these years, but I remember you telling me when we were in the car once, and we both 'bout croaked laughing. I can just see you little guys all in a tithy and what does a little kid think? Ah ha! Put them back and the peaches aren't wasted, problem solved.
Well, Jim just walked in in that sort of way she has when she'd kindof like to be doing something with me but she's not gonna explicitly say she's board. I'd rather be off the computer myself too.
¡Chau!
P.S. For those of you who like the upside down exclamation point (it's just so expressive, don't you think), you can create your very own by holding down the Alt button and keying in the numbers 0161, then letting off Alt ¡ there ya go.
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