Scotty Missed the Snow

The flakes are BIG. The water on the cars is FROZEN. The snow is sticking to the ground. The word on the street (or around the office) is we might get up to 3 inches! I'm sorry, Scott, that you missed out. Maybe you should've stayed.

I'll post some pictures after I recharge my camera batteries.

Fake Scots Suck

Fake Scots Suck

So I had a ticket for this Robert Burns Night - Banquet and Ceilidh (sp?). I paid $22 for it. As much as I'd like to go into all the gory details, I'm sick of telling about it. Let's just say I didn't wear a kilt OR a velvet evening gown. And lets also add that nobody would let me sit at their table. So when the presentation of the haggis commenced I was without a seat to take so I left. Left the haggis, the Scotch, the turnips, and all the old American-Scottish bastards to their bagpipes and tartans. Left my $22 ticket, too. That's what pissed me off most.

I dyed my hair tonight and suddenly decided I wanted short bangs.

Here are the results:



Is it ok?

Here's the culprit: --well the culprit and me.



I made her do it.

I think I look like a softball player. But that doesn't mean I don't like it. I think its all right. They'll grow back either way. And they are kinda cute, right?

I wanted that job!

Every day in Poetry this semester I've gazed out the window at the rooftops covered in ice and dreamt of taking a big shovel and shoveling the ice off the roof. The edges around each large mass of ice were surrounded by gray wet melting, and I wondered how the ice never fully melted with a building underneath it emitting heat. Oh how I longed to shovel that ice and enjoy the pleasure of tossing it off the side and watching it smash on the concrete below.

Today at the busstop a man climbed a ladder onto a roof and began shoveling the ice. I was devestated.

If I were a balloon (which I misspelled in the fifth grade spelling bee causing me to loathe the word), I'd be blown up much too big, to where the little tie end would be inflated too, making an ugly bulbous extention, and I'd look all out of shape and thin and gloriously popable. I need someone to carefully undo the knot and let me deflate a bit. I fear if I even touch the grass I will burst.

I was hoping for a good strong Jonathan Edwards but the truth is, I'm too nice.

"Sin is incurable by the strength of man, nor does free will have any validity here, so that even the saints say: 'The evil which I do not wish, this I do.' 'You are not doing the things which you wish.' 'Since my loins are filled with illusions,' etc."

You are Martin Luther! Yeah, you have a way of letting everyone know how you feel, usually with Bible quotes attached, and will think your way through the issues, although sometimes you make no sense! You aren't always sure of yourself, and you can change your mind about things, something you actually consider a strength. You can take solitude, especially with some music.

What theologian are you?

A creation of Henderson

I had a dream that a publisher came across some of my old fiction/prose work and wanted to publish me and hire me as an onstaff writer. I turned down the job in favor of the job I have now. I wonder what that means...

Calling All Ladies!

For a good time click here.

(Thanks to Ingrid and David for sharing.)

Sigh. Scott, intelligent though he is, has started a blog with xanga.

I am under a significant amount of stress at this particular moment in my life. I couldn't sleep last night for all the thoughts bouncing in my head. Too much to think about. If my life were a can, I'd be full to the top, pushing things in that don't fit and slicing my hands open on the sharp lid.

I need to find out when ketchup was first invented.

Rumor has it that we are supposed to get snow tonight. Balderdash.

"A readiness to believe every promise implicitly, to obey every command unhesitatingly, to stand perfect and complete in all the will of God, is the only true spirit of Bible study."- Andrew Murray

Even in the face of a salary raise, health benefits, and retirement.