Well, hmmf.

"...Well, hmmf. I suppose some allowance has to be made on account of him being city-raised. City-raised young ones ain't been learned to do things when they was young. They don't have the gumption of them that's raised in the country."

-Little Britches

Application Essays. Oh joy.

I am just about finished with one of the essays I have to write over break! I am hoping to get the second one finished this week so I can get back on facebook soon! On the other hand...maybe I should just stay off - one of my good friends actually called me last night! Called me! On my phone! Unbelievable. I am certain it is because I haven't been on facebok for the last two weeks. =)

Anywho, this is the first paragraph of my essay for Clarkson College.

A ninety-three year old woman with wispy grey hair and bright blue eyes sits alone at the nursing home where I work. Some days she remembers my name, on others she can’t, but it doesn’t make any difference. When she hears my voice ask if she remembers me, she simply replies “One hundred five” with a quirk of smile. She is referring to a day when I told her I loved her so much, I wanted her to live to be 105. A couple of weeks ago, I walked into her room, gave her a hug, and said “My dear, you are precious.” “I’m what?” she incredulously asked, in her shaky little voice. “You’re precious, and I hope you know that.”

death undone

"Sing out with joy for the brave little boy who was God, but he made himself nothing. Well he gave up his pride, and he came here to die like a man..."

(This song is from the best Christmas CD ever - Andrew Peterson's Behold the Lamb. Listen here.)

I hope you all have a fantastic Christmas!

wednesday

a winter party...

...in which we decorated gingerbread houses! We teamed up, grabbed a house, and got to work. Well - everyone else teamed up. Jessie and I were supposed to team up, but she definitely got the short straw in a partner with zilch for creativity. So, she designed our house while I ate candy. It ended up being a sensational house. Check this out.

(when this side was finished, it had a referee, grass, yard lines and a crowd.)

(You can get the recipe for these awesome houses here.)

We also played a game where everyone had a Bible character's name on his/her back, but he/she didn't know who it was. You could ask each person one question about your character in an attempt to find out who you were. By asking questions about my character, I determined that it was a female in the New Testament, who was somewhat prominent, and who not only knew Jesus, but was related to Him...Elizabeth!

Sara, Esther, Lot's Wife and Pharaoh

got milk?

I love this lady.

more wiki humor

I got an email from my sister today. (This be the sister who found the stellar answer to "does hedgehog have swine flu?" on WikiAnswers.) The subject of the email was "As if I hadn't already lost all respect for WikiAnswers..."

Then there was this link: How does Hydra Move?

Wow, Wiki. Sooo helpful.

a quick note...

I honestly have no clue if any of my Facebook friends read my blog, but for the few and far between that just might --

The reason I am nowhere to be found in the Facebook world is because I deactivated my account this afternoon. Why, you ask, would I remove myself - temporarily - from such a wonderful place? Well! Let me tell you!

Tomorrow (TOMORROW, people!!) is the last day of this semester. Take a whopping final, finish up a workbook, and I am outta there, baby! Next semester, I am taking classes from Grace University, and they don't begin until January 19th. This gives me exactly thirty-three days of zero school. I know. I'm rejoicing too.

Not having any demanding school deadlines, I just might be tempted to frivvle away these blissful thirty-three days. This, however, is something I absolutley, 100%, do NOT want to do, as much as I might think I do. If I waste them, they will quickly change from blissful and free to disgruntling and dissatisfying.

By deactivating my Facebook account, I am keeping myself from my stupid self. I am determined to use my precious thirty-three days of freedom wisely. I have a monstrous pile of productive things I want to accomplish, and I am not going to let myself get distracted by Facebook.

So! Email me! I will email you back!

(and just for laughs, here is a picture of my older sister and me in 1994. =)

do this girl a fave

Ok. It's time for you peeps to crawl out of your lurking crevices and gumshoe hidey-holes. It's time to show yourselves. Like real men.

(Here is a winky face so you know not to take me literally up there. " ; ) " )


Please, will you leave me a comment telling me who you are? And while you're at it, tell me what you do and don't like about my blog. I'm all ears.

"Yeah, you always was." (Sorry. I had to throw in quick Barney Fife moment there.)

(image here.)

"mountains of snow"

There are frequent mornings when my sister and I walk down the stairs to find a little white sheet of paper heralding us from the kitchen counter. It reads something along these lines: "Girls - today please...vacuum the living room. Pick up the bathroom. Sweep the office." The jobs vary, but you get the idea.

This morning, the list said: "shovel the front walks."

Two girls, two walks in need of shovelment. Seems easy enough. Except for one thing. As it happened, one of the sidewalks had your average amount of snow on it, while the other was piled high with snow. It seems the snow had drifted considerably right along that sidewalk. It was up to my hips, and I exaggerate not.

However annoying this problem may seem, it is easily solved if you have an easy-going younger sibling. I casually asked her if it mattered which sidewalk I shoveled, and because she conveniently hadn't seen the front walks yet, I was home free.

Just as I was whisking the last bits of snow off of my walk, I heard a tap at the window. Merrill was glaring out at me as she jerked her thumb towards her walk. I laughed, but then I decided to be a sacrficial sister and help her out. Obviously some good intentions are just not to be. I broke the snow shovel.

Immediately after my brief shoveling escapade, I had to leave for work. When I came home, I found this drawing on my whiteboard.

I am really going to miss this girl when I move to Omaha.

snow day

Last night and today it snowed so much, the community college cancelled classes. Merrill and I curled up on the couch and watched it snow...and snow...and snow. After naps and homework, we ventured outside for a little fun.

Here in Nebraska, hills are sparse. So Merrill and I make do with what we have...the manure pile!

(captions above pictures)

MJ trekking up Mount Everest

Doesn't this look adventurous? (Not so much.)

MJ decided to try a new route down...

...which didn't turn out so well.

"OWW...My butt hit a manure chunk!!"

We had fun. I love snow days.

B = ρVg = mg

You know you've been working on your physics assignment much too long when faithful Pandora actually stops playing the music and pops up a message:

"Are you still listening? We try not to play to an empty room."

No....I'm listening. I'm still here...working on my project. Keep playing, please...

*sigh*