Gibberish

Captain T

2006-10-12T11:33:00.000-07:00

There was cause for much rejoicing Tuesday evening and into the early morning of Wednesday. I have only 25 minutes to tell you about it. This is a very concerning thought because the well of my brain is very deep and the bucket that I dip into it with is very tippy. Whenever I blog, I have to be extremely careful and, therefore, slow.
Anyway, on to Tuesday evening. Big Baby, Antlers, and I traveled up to Lacy for him to take his tests. The last two tests separating him from the continuation of his future. Big Baby and I went shopping at Mervyns while he was tested.
We waited in the car during the last 15 minutes. I was listening to Fireflight and praying that my stomach wouldn't digest itself. Big Baby was squeaking and groaning with nervousness. Finally, we gasped in unison. We saw him through the window. He was shaking the man's hand. At this time, my sister was hyperventilating. We ran out and by the time I reached him, B.B. was shrieking and he was twirling her around. She and I did the can-can while he called his parents. He picked me up and practically chocked me while she called Mom. Then we whooped and hollered some more. I think he passed.
We went to Applebee's and sat by a poster of Leanne Rhymes while we ate chicken and salmon and rice and linguine.
To make a long story short. We didn't leave Olympia until 11:00. I finally fell into bed and listened to the last song of Set It Off at 1:00 am.

The Events that Occurred When the Hay Crew Camped their Heads Off

2006-09-21T11:53:00.000-07:00

It was promised, and a few months later, it was brought to pass.
As I sit here in the Commons of a certain mountainous region, my mind spins like grey colored water chasing itself down the drain. It spins in such a manner because those five days spent camping seemed to be so long ago . Like last year, I think I'm going to just make a list of the many, many highlights. Here ve go.

Hightlights of Our Most Excellent Camping Trip

Nothing was said without a song
We all saw where Big Baby and Antlers' priorities dwell
I laughed until toes ran down my sedan
The crawdads lived and died to their fullest
Jonny and I flunked Indian driver's ed.
There is more than one way to wear a red union suit
Dreethefair's poor lip got in the way of my poor elbow
A moment of silence, please, for my thumb ring
Caves, caves, caves
Tourists-those who wish to have their chariots backed into. It's ok, Mosh. Don't be mad that I mentioned it.
By the fourth day, my scalp crumbs had their own personalities. By the fifth day each one had multiple personalities
A swim in the lake will demonstrate just how tall one's goosebumps can get (and just how good a campfire feels)

That is as much as I can list. I wont tell you how many times I wished I was able to keep my mouth shut. Sometimes I am so uncouth. It's a thorn in my flesh that twists and triggers that dual-action nerve which turns off my common sense and turns on my blabber mouth.

So, if I have forgotten anything. Please comment and remind me.

This

2006-08-23T17:08:00.000-07:00

This'll just have to be a quickie. I have realized that I must change my little color scheme here because it looks just like my Grandmother's kitchen countertops. And it scares me just a little bit.

The Stranger

2006-08-08T15:23:00.000-07:00

Yes, kids I am housesitting again. Well, Big Baby and I are. Although she's here mostly for the evenings since she has to work every day.
I am done with my chores for now and I was just walking from the kitchen to the computer room wondering what to blog about when...it hit me.
My brain was searching all of its memory files and inventorizing what I need to catch up on when I realized that I had not blogged at all since the stranger arrived in town.
It was June and I had just witnessed a wedding (settle down! It wasn't Antlers' wedding!).
I first saw him on Antlers' porch. He came cloaked with the shadows cast by the setting sun. He calls himself Josh. Typical. I call him Mosh. His real name is probably on a two of spades carried by an American soldier.
Those were my thoughts on that day. In the weeks following they kind of evolved so to speak. I don't think of him as a Jihad terrorist anymore. He's one of us now and I have confirmed once again that first impressions are not always the best.

The Bad One Begins Again

2006-08-05T10:35:00.000-07:00

Oooookaaaaay. I must beg on my knees again for your gracious forgiveness. I've been a bad little girl for letting so much dust collect on this floundering blog. So will you accept my pathetic apology?
Now, let's see. When did I last leave off? May??! Ooooo, that's bad. Wow...tsk. Hmmm. Hoo boy...sigh. Jeesh.
Well, there's nothing for it. I'll just start from the nearest past thing. Big Baby and I are house sitting yet again. This time for the Blenders. We started yesterday. Now that I don't have school to do, I'll have to be especially clever to keep myself busy. Last night, I had a dream that J-uh-Juh was dying and I knew I wouldn't be able to see him before he died. It woke me up I was so upset. In fact, I was so upset that I scheduled for a blood-letting on Monday. At least it'll be for a good cause.
Now I can't think of anything else to say. This might just have to be a short post, kids. My bacon must have been laced with brain dead stuff. More later ok? K.O.

Nothing But Gibberish

2006-05-26T21:56:00.000-07:00

Ah yessss, the night that Big Baby and I walked to Haystack Rock in the dark with Myotore's camera. Hehaw we had so mush fum! Now, dear children, just let me sit back and remember all the details for a moment. Mhm, it's all coming back to me now. Let me plug into my Pillar music to help my poor old brain along. Sometimes it takes awhile to upload. Ms. Deen panks my butt so hard sometimes. You can't bring me downnn!
It all began when we just didn't feel like staying for the country concert after that night's teaching so we skipped out and went on the beach. We were just in time for the last of the sunset. As we walked along, we started taking some random pictures with certain themes like Happy, Angry, Blank Stare, Crazy... Farther up the beach, up against the sand dunes, were rows of camp fires with groups of people around them. I really wanted to let it out can you hear me? can you hear me cry? go up and just kinda walk along the fires until we found an abandoned one to build up and make our very own. But the ever-practical sister of mine said no so we didn't. Cuz you simply love despite all the stupid things I've done.
Some of the pictures that we took and later deleted were a weird one of B.B. in the foreground and me in the background jumping so I was a blur and very scary looking. Also, a juicy pic of the inside of B.B.'s mouth, a cute one of B.B.'s hinder parts we're the only to fight this thing until we've won, and one she took that morning of Matthew who so graciously served special milk to Berecca. We've got to lead the way AAAAAAAA we've got to lead the way!! We deleted all of these pictures I can see you steppin' to me just by the look in your eyes to keep Myotores brain from spinnin' around in confused circles. We've inflicted enough damage anyway.
I really need to change his name. I just can't spell it right. And I can't think of anything that it rhymes with to help you pronounce it. Milkman, may I take advantage of my right as a woman and change my mind and use the name you so cleverly thought up for him? Step back take a look inside of yourself from the outside you can see someone starin' back at you it's your reflection.
A big group of guys left today for Prineville. I guess a lot of prine trees grow down there. Break all these chains that keep me bound. Please drop down on your knees right now and pray with groanings that cannot be uttered that Big Baby will not bite my head off cuz she misses her man. And pray for me as well (you can use different groanings if you want to) that I will be nice to her or something like that cuz she misses her man.
Speaking of groanings, poor Mommy is sick today. I hope she will not be sick tomorrow. I am sharpening up on my nursing skills by listening to TFK (You guys wrock to the ceiling! If the worse happens and I never see you in concert, I know I'll see you in heaven!). Sometimes I fall alseep and then I loose control I try to find my way out without letting go. Did you know that rock music (the harder the better) releases vitamins into the air? A very influential person wrote me a letter and told me that. It actually works! When I feel numb, I'll let you know I wont become what I was before you cannot kill what's not your creation this is the art of breakin'.
Are there no live batteries in this house?!
By the way, thank you J-uh-Juh, from the bottom of my heart for mowing.
They so should not call those little chocolate candies "kisses". Do they have any idea how many hearts have skipped a beat when someone turns to them and says, "Wanna kiss?" It's false advertising at its worse. While all the chocolate kiss people are lined up in their white lab coats and hair nets, rolling on the floor laughing their heads off, kicking their bootied feet up in the air. It's enough to make one sick and angry. Angry enough to shove their precious kisses up their hairy noses!
Now do you know why this blog is called gibberish? My imagination can run away quite easily. It was spoiled as a child.

Don't Read This Unless You Want to Roll Your Eyes

2006-05-20T13:54:00.000-07:00

Ha! You probably weren't expecting to hear from me today! Like you were expecting to hear from me at all.
Guess what; it's not raining! It was cloudy this morning but it burned off and now it's quite hot.
Here I am talking of such petty things as the weather.
This has been just about the most uneventful weekend in my life. It's mostly my fault. Mom says that if you're bored, then you're a boring person. Therefore, I am very boring today. I don't keep very good company with myself. It's other people who energize me and at the moment, there's no one around but strangers. Jonny, I need you here with me now!
Since I was so tired this afternoon, I went up to my room and laid down with Thousand Foot Krutch soothing my heart.
Enough for now. You're probably practically vomiting over my disgusting pity party.
Time to go outside and make something happen. Something like...um...sing on the sidewalk for some monies.

Today

2006-05-19T09:25:00.000-07:00

Well, it's today. The Day. The Day we're leavin' to go away. Yay and Bop. Yay that we'll be at the beach with cool people and Bop that it's raining and that I'll miss my friends. Hey friends, did you know that I never had any real friends until I moved here and became friends with you? Now you know why I love you all so dearly. I'd die for each of ya.
This morning I woke up to a big helicopter fliying over the house Big Baby and I are looking after. Just a few seconds ago the same chopper flew over again and I got to look at it. It had a light on its nose and it was towing a big sack on a long rope. I secretly wished I was riding in that sack. How much fun that would be!
Gee I miss blogging! Makes me wish I had a laptop to take with me to Cannon Beach. Myotore is letting us take his digital camera but I think he'd draw the line at letting us take his dad's laptop. Hey guys, my birthday is in Novemeber...
I am unofficially graduated now. I finished my senior research paper yesterday. I still have to photocopy every page that I quoted or paraphrased from of every book that I researched from. I probably wont get my diploma until next month because that's when the quarter ends and it's going to be mailed from Arlington Heights. I sure got shouted down when I said I don't need senior pictures taken. How very North American.
Eeek we need to go. I hope Big Baby is ready cuz I'm gonna start rushin'.
Good bye! I love you all! I'll keep you posted when I get back.

WOW

2006-03-28T13:24:00.000-08:00

It's called Wow because it's like, wow! I haven't blogged in sooooo long!
As I review all of the things that have happened since January eighth, my mind swims, gets pulled under by pirannas, and drowns with no life jacket or Gore Tex socks.
How about I give an overview of the big things.
Yeah, Anders' exposure to the Relatives was a sucess.
Woa this cake is good! Sorry, got sidetracked.
Dreethefair, Jonny, and I started filming a psycho thriller. "I just got some groceries, ok?!"
Myotore, Big Baby, Jonny, J-uh-Juh, Pyro Longshanks, Agent J, Wow, Dreethefair's soul, and I went to Acquire the Fire in February. It was so totally awesome! We saw Grits, Pillar, Skillet, Jeremy Cramp, and Unhindered in concert. On the last day J-uh-Juh cut his hand open and we all went "OOOOO!"
The first weekend of March Big Baby and I baby/house-sat for the Runners. I had alot of fun fun fun! I'm sure that Big Baby had fun too because she got to see Myotore every day. We got ourselves addicted to the game of Sardines.
Then in the middle of March Myotore, J-uh-Juh, Pyro Longshanks, King Richard, and Sir Cupcake went to the annual Youth Snow Blast. We joined up with a bunch of youth groups from the area and went skiing and snowboarding. Not only was I the only girl from our group but I was also the only skier. But it was all cool and it was the best ski day I've ever had.
Nothing else has happened that was really big. Just alot of small fun things.

Today

2006-01-08T11:06:00.000-08:00

I must thank Timmy Turtle for a better name for Friendly-eyes Longshnaks. I hope he (Timmy Turtle) doesn't mind if I borrow some fruit from his ever-fruitful brain.
Well, Friendly-eyes Longshanks, your name must be changed for the sake of cleverness and typing ease. You now will be referred to in this blog as: Sir Cupcake. Please do not take this as a bash against your masculinity; on the contrary, only you would be able to hold up such a name with the bravery and manliness it requires. Keep in mind that everyones' names on this blog are subject to change-yours included if you just cannot stand it. Please let me know.
On to other matters. Today is the Day that we introduce Myo-tore to The Relatives. We've started him off easy by spending the night at my favorite cousins' place. Now we'll see how long Granny will be nice to him and how long he can stand the 20 questions thrown at him by all the great aunts. Mwahahahaha!

The Story

2006-01-05T15:42:00.000-08:00

Ack! Why did I start this story in first person? Ok...mmmmmI'm in the zone

I could kind of see the big one shift in his seat to look back at me. I quickly shut my eyes again but he saw I was awake so I opened them again. I let myself glare at him a little. His jowls pressed against his shoulder as he smiled.
"Well, hello. How do you feel?" I didn't say anything. I shifted my gaze out the window. Dark fir trees flew by. Watching them made my head hurt even more so I looked back at the man in the front passenger seat. He wasn't smiling any more but he didn't look mean or angry. His face, half lit by the green dashboard lights, didn't show anything.
"My associate," he nodded toward the 30-something man driving "would like to know why you were sneaking around the Benners' house at night."
For a moment I couldn't remember why but then I recalled the wierd noise. His quesion confused me. What I was doing at the Benners' was none of his business. I sat up (slowly) and answered him with a question of my own.
"What was your associate doing on roof?" My voice was so froggy! I cleared my throat. An image of Dalene flashed through my mind.
The big guy chucked, or rather gurgled, somewhere deep in his throat.
"Ladies first." He said.
"Ok, house-sitting." I was trying to sound tough and unafraid but instead I sounded like a bad actor.
"House-sittinnnng." Fat Guy drew out the last syllable and let it buzz the mucus in his throat.

The Introduction to the Continuation

2006-01-05T15:18:00.000-08:00

Well, well, well, my dearest darlings...it has been a long time, has it not? It's just that I haven't been house-sitting as much for people with internet access.
Due to a fresh inspiration (thank you Mumsy for reading The Cloud Garden!), I have decided to continue the Story. Yes, thank you, please hold the applause for now. I guess that the beginning had to mature (not unlike fine wine, cheese, and tennis shoes) before I could add to it.
So, without further ado, Here It Is.

Wanna Go Campin'?

2005-10-17T12:46:00.000-07:00

Well, howdydoo. You've probably thought you'd never hear from me again but...AHA! I've surprised you!
Maybe it's about time I told you peeps about our Most Totally Awesome Camping Trip Of All Coolness, Dude camping trip. During the third week of September, Agent J was like,
"Hey kidlets, you wanna go campin'?" And we were all,
"Yeah!!" So we packed up our bags and loaded the trucks up full of campin' stuff and drove up to Olalie Lake and we started campin'.
On Wednesday we had Big Baby, MadDog, J-uh-Juh, Mr. Pyro Longshanks, Mr. Friendly-Eyes Longshanks, Myo-tore (formerly known as The Misplaced Texas Android), Agent J and Me. We set up camp and chattered our teeth off until the next morning when we were joined by Miss Deen, Timmy Turtle, Berecca, and her young. Then we really started campin'! Allow me to list some of the highlights:

J-uh-Juh bit a tree (I'm still amazed)
the squirrels ate our honey roasted peanuts
we actually had a girls' tent this year!
my fish named Gerome
ridin' bikes into the lake
RedDog threw his cookie into the lake
the password to happiness was "Pappy!"
Big Baby's big hair
I didn't run out of clean underwear!
scaring off two sets of neighbors
the guys tent wouln't stop giggling!
"Spam Ect." performed in opera!
sharin' a cot with Cayla *whew!*
wakin' up to "Hi!"
Timmy Turtle's Mexican eggs

Well, the list could go on and on. Sometime during the campin' time (I really don't remember on what day), we were joined by "Who?Who?What?Who?" and Jaan as well as Johnny, and Kess. DreetheFair came on the last day. Let me tell you, both tents were straining at the seams-they wrere stuffed so full of kids. But I would've given anything to stretch those few days into a full week and a half. Pyro Longshanks, I wanna read your version of this campin' story on your blog and you too, Big Baby.

Not Much

2005-09-19T13:47:00.000-07:00

Well, I kinda got the impression that The Man doesn't really like his name but is too gentlemanly to say so. It's ok dude, I can pick up vibes...I think. Anyway, what shall we call you now? Hmmmm...well right now, I shall call you The Un-named One until I can think of a better one for you. Ok? Ok. Chances are, you will probably never read these freaky ramblings anyway so what's the big deal? I could call you like, Honey Bunches and you would be none the wiser. Ha ha.
That's it for now. I really do have alot of very interesting news to share but I'm technically not in the mood.
Until then...

A letdown for you but freedom for me

2005-09-12T12:43:00.000-07:00

Oh my dear and gentle readers, in response to your very firm and emphatic pleas I must say that I cannot see a continuation of the Story in the near future. Please forget that it was even started. I think that if I was to finish it properly, I would have to watch a violent movie and then stay up til 2:30 in the morning typing furiously with TobyMac playing silently in the background to settle my racing adrenaline (um...TobyMac the cd-not the actual person playing silently in the background). Anyway, I'm sorry for letting you all down. You'll just have to get over it.
Have you ever had the feeling like you were sitting in front of a strange computer in a strange room while a group of strangers except 3 are being taught literature in the next room? No? Wow you're lucky. I'm feeling that feeling right now and it's actually reality. I'm in The Grange after art class while Jonni, Kess, and Dree are learning about stuff people from far away lands have written during far away times. I think I'll just plug my head into Skillet and get lost in my economics..."We're takin' over the world/we're the alien youth/we're comin' for your soul/..." almost as good as Timmy Turtle's sermons.
Ooo that reminds me! I've gotta think up a new name for the Misplaced Texas Android. As a home-coming-initiation-ceremony we threw him on his back, rolled him in horse poops, and patted his belly once very firmly. After that we stuffed him full of corn and beans and chickee pot pie and we christened him...The Man.
Well, I gotta go and accomplish some more usefull stuff.
J-uh-Juh, hold on to your hair with all your might.
Big Baby, *squawk* take me with you!
Agent J, stay green-lunar green that is.
Faaah-thaaah, I'm never really actually bored.
Lady, I'm sad that you've never read this.
The Man, hope you like your name-if you don't, too bad.
Dree, daaaalingk!
Kess, keep spinning your magic jewelry
Jonni, my name is Aaaaaaah!!
Holli, you must me christened...soon my dear soon
Ok strangers are invading bye!

Again???

2005-08-10T11:30:00.000-07:00

Well, Big Baby and I are house-sitting again. This time it's for Agent J and his wifey-poo, Wow while they drive to a dry and barren land to rescue The Misplaced Texas Android. This guy needs to come home. He hasn't had a booger made of righteous Randle dust for a year now. That's very sad.
Right at this minute, I'm beating back little children for fifteen dollars. Arg.
I'm sure you're wondering if I'll finish the story or not. I will, I will but not this time. I'm really not in the mood. If I tried to add to it now, it would probably get really stupid. So I'm delaying for your sake. Please don't thank me.
Yikes these kids are...oh what word shall I use...trying? I really really want to be somewhere else now. I think I'm getting too old for babysiting. It's not fun anymore.
Well, it's time to duck tape some small ones and take a nap now. Ta ta.

Some News and...A Story

2005-07-24T20:19:00.000-07:00

Right now ( I can't believe this) Big Baby is reading "Easy Japanese." With my sweet tooth leading me on, I mosied into the kitchen to have a chit chat with the gummy bears. Once their canister was in my arms, all those translucent bears began bouncing downward until the whole jar was bounced right out of my arms and was rolling on the floor. I swear this is the truth. I finally snagged them with my Mock Tazar Cloaking method. They never knew what hit 'em. I could've been happy to leave the Orange ones behind but the rest of the bears put up such a fuss that I was obliged to take them just to get the others to shut up.
Today I bought a mood ring for $1.99. It's very very cool. Right now it's dark blue which I think means that I am happy, relaxed, and romantic. As Kronk would say...weird. I have no idea what the other colours mean because I forgot to grab the little card with the diagram on it. Oh I know, dark blue means I'm forgetful which would then be totally true. I'm certain that I have aspartame poisoning because I am worryingly forgetful. I can remember lots of things except for the important things. As Agent J would say...see how I am.
This morning was very interesting. I woke up at 2 am to a strange noise outside. Quietly donning black clothing, and arming myself with the .38 Special, I stole out the back door to investigate. Keeping close to the side of the house, I trotted around to the front. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary so I holstered my weapon and turned to let myself in. Like a disembodied shadow, a dark figure dropped from the roof and, before I could even think to react, delivered a stunning blow to the back of my head. The world went black.
I finally came to in the back of a moving vehicle. The seats were comfortable but they smelled of stale cigarette smoke. The smell became even worse after my full senses were recovered and I realized that I was lying face down with my nose right in the ash tray. I checked for my gun but it was gone. Then I began to hear low voices with thick British accents:
"She's alot younger than I expected."A deep, growly voice.
"Maybe she's their daughter." This voice was younger and shaky.
"She's still to young. Their daughter is useless to us anyway. She knows nothing about The Mouse."
"Well, then who is she?"
"How am I supposed to know?" The voice became angry. "You're the one who snatched her! You tell me!"
I wasn't sure what to do. I could see reflected in the dark windshield that the digital compass was pointing West. We were leaving Randle. I uttered a soft groan and the conversation in the front cut short.

to be continued...

Nothing Much

2005-07-19T00:29:00.000-07:00

Good morning one and all! You know, I just love early mornings; when the sky is still dark and the world slumbers. When the shooting stars have just barely begun. Specifically, when it's 12:30. That is when the morning is truly young. Axtually, I'm about to fall asleep right this instant. la;jutoiaw;jgnhdf;Aj Oops, my head just dropped down onto the keyboard. My neck was still attatched, of course which, in turn, was still attatched to my spine and stuff.
Toby Mac is the only one keeping me awake. That and the sounds of giggling girls in the living room. Big Baby and I are hosting a slumber party with Jonny, Kestrel, and Dreethefair. They partook with us our house-sitting tradition of watching Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang and imbibing on Coke floats. We've also been playing poker and speed.
I'll be glad to take a break from this house sitting business for awhile. I'm starting to really miss my home and my dogs and, oh yeah, my parents too.
Ok, maybe I should start paying attention to my guests. Hope you haven't been sitting at your computer for the past few weeks waiting breathlessly for my next post. Come on, I'm not that worth it. Geez.

House Sitting, Chemicals, and Rockin' Out

2005-06-24T11:01:00.000-07:00

Hello again, Gentle Readers. I hope you aren't like, totaly mad at me for not puttin' stuff on my "glob." If you are like, totaly mad at me, I don't really care. If a totaly neglected blog is what makes you like, totaly mad, then you need some serious help.
This week has been like, totally busy for me. I'm very thankful for my generous friend, Kestrel, who is more willing to babysit than I am. And I'm also thankful for Agent J who lets me come to work only two days a week. I'm not very thankful, however, for Mr. Schoolwork who drags me into his chamber and rapes my brain for Economics review and lessons on verbals-namely infinitives.
Big Baby and I are house sitting again; this time for Timmy Turtle and his family while they visit realatives and The Misplaced Texas Android in a barren and arid land. Since they left, we have been jumping on their beds and playing with their stuffed animals and rearranging the kitchen cupboards. We also have been writing on their walls but they said that was ok.
Big Baby is supposed to take me to move our legs back and forth and breath deeply-I think she called it a "walk"-but instead she is rinsing the dishes in the dishwasher. She is not in the dishwasher, dummy, the dishes are in there. Alone, in the dark, with boiling hot water splashing them from all directions. How horrible. Now she is looking at all the chemicals that are under the sink. I need to keep an eye on her. They say not to let babies play with chemicals.
Well, I gotta get ready to go on this walk. Slick Shoes is propelling me. Friday night, let's go we'll all have some fun tonight. Alright, here we go something something something somethi-i-i-ing. Ooh! Now TFK is WROKEN!! ...if you find it hard to breath, you better just leave. We're about to make it hotter than the third degree! Do you think I love my music too much? ...nah.
I can't believe it, now B. B. is cleaning the stove! I think she just gets off on the Soft Scrub. Oh well; it can't do any more damage than what's already been done.

Something Not Quite As Goofy

2005-06-06T11:03:00.000-07:00

I don't know why I started an online journal. I guess I fooled myself into thinking I could keep up on it--not.
Anyhoo, here we go again. I don't think I'll try catching up from, what, three weeks ago. I'll just start from Saturday.
Saturday morning and Saturday afternoon were very boring but, now that the daisies are blooming, I decided Saturday evening to go pick a hug armload.
As I was walking through a clearcut, the sun was setting and a storm was coming in. To the west, the clouds were patchy and lined with pale gold. Over on the other side of the sky was the slate blue storm front.
I just had to sit on the top of a burm and stare at all that beauty and contemplate how cool it is that I belong to the Creator of the universe. At once, I felt Him close to my heart. It was like my soul was being hugged and I felt so much love filling my mind and washing down through every vein. It reminded me of how sinful I was and I started reminding God of them as well.
"I know" He said; and those two words, so base and boring on this screen, held so much meaning. In my mind's eye, He pushed my icky sin behind Him because He was only interested in me.
What an experience. I didn't know how much I needed that moment. Like what Timmy Turtle says, every single person was created to worship God. That's not always the case as lots of people worship themselves but if they like it or not, someday, every knee will bow to the Lord Jesus Christ. I've already decided to do my bowing ahead of time. I hope you do too.

This Isn't Very Interesting

2005-05-27T13:22:00.000-07:00

Right now, in case you are wondering, I am in Big Baby's school trying to recuperate from a minor case of heat exhaustion. I swear, it's 90 degrees out there and I walked from the insurance office through the thick, inescapable heat to use this stupid machine.
I should be doing school right now but I like to think of blogging as typing class. I would rather do this than answer hard questions about what I read in Macbeth or taking a grammar test on verbals or navigating through the nebulous of my theology book that has so much potential for being interesting since it's about Job. I am looking forward to History, though, since that is my favorite subject but I'm "saving the rest for later".
Also, in case you were wondering, the insurance office previously mentioned is where I work! It's a Farmers Insurance office run by Agent J who also happens to be my neighbor! I don't sell insurance or anything; I file important documents, stuff envelopes, put together birthday cards, sometimes I make new files, and I keep the file tabs from fraying with plastic, sticky film. Hey, it's a job O.K.??
Anyway, maybe that should be all for now. I have nothing else to say at the moment. I could tell you what I'm wearing right now and what I had for lunch but that would be a waste of both our times.
Ta ta for now, all you lovely people!

A Normal Sunny Day

2005-05-26T22:06:00.000-07:00

Thank you, dear friends for using up your precious time to read my gibberish. Aw shucks, you guys are so cool!
Today was very busy. Big Baby and I have been getting to bed waaay too late so we slept in this morning and after I wrote that night's dream down in my dream journal, I spent the morning with the latest CCM magazine. Big Baby finally rolled out of bed at 10:00am, mumbling curses and spells against me for getting her up "so early". To put her back in a good mood, I had her cook me breakfast. Sausage, eggs (w/ketchup!), and one leftover pancake reheated in the microwave-slathered with red currant jelly to cover the green fuzz.
While she (B.B.) was washing the dishes, I set my brain to school. In the middle of grammar, J-uh-Juh and Mad Dog came over to mow the lawn and stuff.
Mad Dog ended up helping us wash the Focus in 90 degree weather. The carpenter ants woke up and terrorized us for the rest of the afternoon.
After Mad Dog left, J-uh-Juh helped us wax the car and boy does it look sexy! The carpenter ants were slamming into it because they saw the sky reflected in the mirror-like shine. It probably doesn't look as nice as it would if The Misplaced Texas Android did it but who cares.
Anyway, that evening I added to my sunburn and went to see Mad Dog's baseball game. It was a close one but no cigar. By the way, I think Mad Dog is one of the best players on his team and I'm not saying this because he or one of his family members might read this.
EEEK! THE CARPENTER ANTS ARE COMING IN! THEY'VE BREACHED THE WALLS! SEND IN MORE FLYSWATTERS!
Now Big Baby is shoving bamboo shoots up my toenails because I'm not letting her check my e-mail. Not really. She's crying for two reasons.
1) I'm so mean
2) She wants to check her e-mail
Anyway, I have showered and am quite content. I think I'll continue my toilette and floss/brush my teeth and pick my toes. Then I think I'll lay in bed and read the Pickwick Papers until Big Baby comes in for my nightly beating-39 lashes with a wet noodle.
Until next time, may your ice tea never weaken.

Dairy Products And Other Mish Mash

2005-05-25T16:27:00.000-07:00

It is late afternoon on the most gorgeous day that I have seen all year.
Big Baby opened her presents before Faahthah left for work. Lady and Faahthah bought her a nice, silver bracelet watch. I got her a brown marbled pottery mug with blue dragonflies painted on it. That's her thing is dragonflies. I also ordered from Azure Standard a box of Panda licorice chews. Black. And I'm thinkin' of giving her a certain cd that has yet to arrive in the mail. I wont say who the artist is because she might read this before it arrives. There were tons of people who sent her wheelbarrow loads of birthday cards. But none of them contained money. Well, they did but after they got past me they didn't. He he.
Tomorrow is Jan The One Who Works With Big Baby's birthday. I'm making her some I think their called Cheddar Pennies. She likes cheese.
I like cheese too but I think my favorite dairy product is ice cream. Tin Roof Sunday. I have to be careful with dairy products though because the medication I'm takin' doesn't do its job if any dairy stuff is consumed within 2 hours before or after I take it. What a drag. But there are millions of people who have never tasted dairy products let alone shared in the euphoric feeling of cool, sweet ice cream pirouetting across their tongues and slipping, like the gauzy ending of a wonderful dream, down their throats with the grace and virtue that a queen can only dream of possessing.
Wow where did that come from?

Words On the Black Hole

2005-05-25T11:26:00.000-07:00

Today is Big Baby's birthday. She's no longer a teenager. I had to admire how viciously she fought to cling to the last hours of those funky years.
I also am nearing the ever-widening black hole at the end of the tunnel of light. The dark hole full of Unknowns and Expectations. In other words, Adulthood. What a scary word. It brings a dark fog to my brain and a tear to my eye. I guess everyone has to grow up someday. Peter Pan, I love you!! Keep coming to my window!

The Beginning

2005-05-19T18:34:00.000-07:00

It stopped raining for a few minutes today and I was reminded that the sky is blue and not really white. There are lots of different things in nature that can trick us. Like when it's dark, the sky is still blue; it does not turn black. C.S. Lewis, in "Perelandra", wrote about the feeling you get when you see what you think is a gross bug and it makes you repulsed until you realize it's just a leaf and, as a leaf, you see that it is very beautiful. How very true. I think he had a pretty good idea about the mind of man.
I'm sorry, dear Reader, for being so boring. I'm boring myself typing such nonsense. I'm afraid I'm not in a very entertaining mood right now. What a dull begining to what I thought would be a fun and mentally aerobic pastime.
More next time. More dry stuff? Who knows.

Introduction

2005-05-18T17:36:00.000-07:00

I am stepping into the wide expanse of Blogging with thin, little legs that shake a little with the realization that I can write anything I want. Anything.
I just hope I can use this potentially selfish tool to speak life and give glory to God like how Calvin and Michele have with theirs.
I also hope that I don't forget my password or any other important information and be forever cut off from posting any more. I have already forgotten my password to get into Ted Dekker's little website club but I got over that.
Ok, well...here we go.