2. Getting to sleep in on my day off
3. Freshly baked sourdough rolls
4. Finding out one of my favorite websites is up and running again - yay!
5. Awesome friends moving just a few blocks away from us
Friday, January 30, 2009
grace in small things 1/30/09
1. Aidan snuggling on my shoulder when he gets tired and ready for his nap
2. Getting to sleep in on my day off
3. Freshly baked sourdough rolls
4. Finding out one of my favorite websites is up and running again - yay!
5. Awesome friends moving just a few blocks away from us
2. Getting to sleep in on my day off
3. Freshly baked sourdough rolls
4. Finding out one of my favorite websites is up and running again - yay!
5. Awesome friends moving just a few blocks away from us
five things I was doing ten years ago
1. Auditioning at several conservatories, including one in New Jersey where I spent the evening before the audition consuming an entire bag of Cadbury Mini-Eggs in an overpriced hotel out of nervousness.
2. Spent an entire summer crashing at my cousin's apartment in NYC. I still miss New York, as well as the unfettered dreaming of all that I could professionally accomplish.
3. Cutting my waist-length hair to shoulder-length, much to the delight of both myself and my hairstylist. (Internet, had I not been more resolute, I might have ended up with a buzzcut, he was so thrilled to chop off those locks)
4. Vowing I would probably never get married... and DEFINITELY wouldn't be having any kids.
5. Nearly failing my senior year, last-semester chemistry class because I thought it was crap and so was the professor. Didn't think that I might need it later...
And you? (Don't make me tag you.)
2. Spent an entire summer crashing at my cousin's apartment in NYC. I still miss New York, as well as the unfettered dreaming of all that I could professionally accomplish.
3. Cutting my waist-length hair to shoulder-length, much to the delight of both myself and my hairstylist. (Internet, had I not been more resolute, I might have ended up with a buzzcut, he was so thrilled to chop off those locks)
4. Vowing I would probably never get married... and DEFINITELY wouldn't be having any kids.
5. Nearly failing my senior year, last-semester chemistry class because I thought it was crap and so was the professor. Didn't think that I might need it later...
And you? (Don't make me tag you.)
Monday, January 5, 2009
Fellow Orlandonians, I need your help!
(Uh, Orlando-ites? Orlandans? I have no idea. Whatever. If the name even remotely identified you, then I'm talkin' to ya.)
My fellow blogger Janet of Love is Blonde is coming down to Orlando and (mainly) Disney World for the first time as an adult. Below, I'm giving her my best recommendations as one of the natives here, but YOU! You can also help! Leave her (er, me) a comment below for your recommendations, whether they are the best place you know of for fabulous sushi, your insider tips/tricks for sucessfully navigating Disney, or anything else you think is a must-see for a visitor.
(I know, I know: I could have simply linked to her post and had you comment THERE, but then I'd never get around to reading all of your fabulous tips, and I'm really feeling greedy and wanting to see how many comments I can generate, maybe more than, like, FOUR.)
Okay - here are my tips and tricks for Orlando:
--Best place for real Irish food and beer: Fiddler's Green. You must go. It's going to be north of Orlando in my old digs of Winter Park, right next to Rollins College. They have live music on weekend nights, and there's always a party crowd on weekends, too. They have about a zillion yummy beers on tap (my favorite, Strongbow, is among them) and the food - well, EVERYTHING is delicious. Some of my favorites are the fish & chips, bangers & mash, and just about the most delicious cheeseburgers in town (no, not Irish, but damn good still). If you happen to catch the Wyndbreakers as the band, do go, and have an Irish car bomb on me. :-)
--Best local place for dogs & fries: Hot Dog Heaven. This is also north of the Disney area, in east Orlando, right near the corner of Colonial (50) and Semoran (436). It's not a fancy place, but it is packed nearly every day at lunch, and for good reason: you can get delicious Chicago hot dogs and THE BEST FRENCH FRIES EVER here. I am not a hot dog person - I cannot stand Oscar Meyer - but every Saturday, my mouth starts to water and I want to come here. Get a souvenir mug with $.35 refills.
--Best fun place to stop on International Drive: the outlet malls (scattered everywhere - you'll see them as you drive down I-4) and Cafe Tu Tu Tango, a Spanish-themed tapas restaurant that also showcases local artists and has cool people come in like palm readers, belly dancers, and other assorted wildlife ;-) The food is all good - be forewarned that they actually charge you for refills on your sodas, but don't forget to order a decanter of their famous sangria, too.
--Best mall: The Millenia Mall. All sorts of shops from high-end (Cartier) to the common (Gap) and - my favorite - a great Apple store.
--Best insider tip for Disney: when you go to Epcot, you won't want to miss the ride "Soarin'", located inside the Land pavilion. Be forewarned, though: the wait to get on it is consistently between 90-120 minutes, and they aren't exaggerating. Here's what to do: get there first thing in the AM. Go and get a "fast pass" for the ride, and it will have you return later in the day in a MUCH shorter line (think 10 minutes instead of 2 hours). This is also a good strategy at the Magic Kingdom for rides like Space Mountain and Splash Mountain, and also at Animal Kingdom for Everest. Pirates of the Caribbean, oddly, never has this problem.
--Best places to eat in Disney: I don't know about Magic Kingdom, but at Epcot, there are two restaurants - Le Cellier steakhouse (in the Canada pavilion) and The Rose & Crown (in the England pavilion). Both are more $$ than the average Disney fare, and you'll want to make reservations if you want to eat at either, because they book up quickly (I'd call at least a day ahead). I'd actually recommend Fiddler's Green over the Rose & Crown, if you can swing the drive, but if not, you'll enjoy the food there. And Le Cellier has some of the tastiest soft pretzel sticks ever, along with the rest of the delicious food.
Okay, now I'm realizing all of my recommendations are places to EAT. Heh. Oh, wait! One more!
--Best place to go to the beach: New Smyrna Beach - it's about an hour away on I-4 heading east. Less crowded than Daytona (about ten minutes farther east on I-4) and just as lovely. While you're there, go eat delish seafood at JB's Fish Camp, grab a soft serve at Frozen Gold (*drooling*), and walk up and down Flagler Avenue for some fun shops on the "boardwalk" (er, street, but it kinda looks boardwalk-y).
Your turn! Tell Janet the places you love to go in the Orlando area.
My fellow blogger Janet of Love is Blonde is coming down to Orlando and (mainly) Disney World for the first time as an adult. Below, I'm giving her my best recommendations as one of the natives here, but YOU! You can also help! Leave her (er, me) a comment below for your recommendations, whether they are the best place you know of for fabulous sushi, your insider tips/tricks for sucessfully navigating Disney, or anything else you think is a must-see for a visitor.
(I know, I know: I could have simply linked to her post and had you comment THERE, but then I'd never get around to reading all of your fabulous tips, and I'm really feeling greedy and wanting to see how many comments I can generate, maybe more than, like, FOUR.)
Okay - here are my tips and tricks for Orlando:
--Best place for real Irish food and beer: Fiddler's Green. You must go. It's going to be north of Orlando in my old digs of Winter Park, right next to Rollins College. They have live music on weekend nights, and there's always a party crowd on weekends, too. They have about a zillion yummy beers on tap (my favorite, Strongbow, is among them) and the food - well, EVERYTHING is delicious. Some of my favorites are the fish & chips, bangers & mash, and just about the most delicious cheeseburgers in town (no, not Irish, but damn good still). If you happen to catch the Wyndbreakers as the band, do go, and have an Irish car bomb on me. :-)
--Best local place for dogs & fries: Hot Dog Heaven. This is also north of the Disney area, in east Orlando, right near the corner of Colonial (50) and Semoran (436). It's not a fancy place, but it is packed nearly every day at lunch, and for good reason: you can get delicious Chicago hot dogs and THE BEST FRENCH FRIES EVER here. I am not a hot dog person - I cannot stand Oscar Meyer - but every Saturday, my mouth starts to water and I want to come here. Get a souvenir mug with $.35 refills.
--Best fun place to stop on International Drive: the outlet malls (scattered everywhere - you'll see them as you drive down I-4) and Cafe Tu Tu Tango, a Spanish-themed tapas restaurant that also showcases local artists and has cool people come in like palm readers, belly dancers, and other assorted wildlife ;-) The food is all good - be forewarned that they actually charge you for refills on your sodas, but don't forget to order a decanter of their famous sangria, too.
--Best mall: The Millenia Mall. All sorts of shops from high-end (Cartier) to the common (Gap) and - my favorite - a great Apple store.
--Best insider tip for Disney: when you go to Epcot, you won't want to miss the ride "Soarin'", located inside the Land pavilion. Be forewarned, though: the wait to get on it is consistently between 90-120 minutes, and they aren't exaggerating. Here's what to do: get there first thing in the AM. Go and get a "fast pass" for the ride, and it will have you return later in the day in a MUCH shorter line (think 10 minutes instead of 2 hours). This is also a good strategy at the Magic Kingdom for rides like Space Mountain and Splash Mountain, and also at Animal Kingdom for Everest. Pirates of the Caribbean, oddly, never has this problem.
--Best places to eat in Disney: I don't know about Magic Kingdom, but at Epcot, there are two restaurants - Le Cellier steakhouse (in the Canada pavilion) and The Rose & Crown (in the England pavilion). Both are more $$ than the average Disney fare, and you'll want to make reservations if you want to eat at either, because they book up quickly (I'd call at least a day ahead). I'd actually recommend Fiddler's Green over the Rose & Crown, if you can swing the drive, but if not, you'll enjoy the food there. And Le Cellier has some of the tastiest soft pretzel sticks ever, along with the rest of the delicious food.
Okay, now I'm realizing all of my recommendations are places to EAT. Heh. Oh, wait! One more!
--Best place to go to the beach: New Smyrna Beach - it's about an hour away on I-4 heading east. Less crowded than Daytona (about ten minutes farther east on I-4) and just as lovely. While you're there, go eat delish seafood at JB's Fish Camp, grab a soft serve at Frozen Gold (*drooling*), and walk up and down Flagler Avenue for some fun shops on the "boardwalk" (er, street, but it kinda looks boardwalk-y).
Your turn! Tell Janet the places you love to go in the Orlando area.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
bread of life
I love bread in a serious, undying sort of way. If you were to offer me the world's best chocolate bar or a loaf of freshly baked bread, the bread would win, no contest.
(Actually, I would probably take both and make some kind of chocolate croissant thing. Ohhhh.)
Bread is the first thing I think of when I'm hungry and trying to think of what to eat. Bread is a ubiquitous staple in my diet; I have bread at pretty much every meal. And about the only bread I don't like is my the kind my mom eats, the kind that has nuts in it, though I've been known to eat that if it's all we have around the house. Bread is usually the only thing I will eat in the morning, since it's the only food that my sensitive morning stomach can handle. My favorite scent, aside from my son's head, is baking bread. There's a bakery just a couple blocks upwind of the hospital where I work, and in the mornings, it's all you can smell throughout the entire campus: fresh bread.
And today, when I found myself starving at 2pm without a single meal in me for the day, the first thing I thought of was freshly baked bread. I ended up at one of my favorite local markets with a bag of six sourdough rolls, along with some Greek yogurt and strawberries. The bread was heavenly.
There's a part from one of my favorite childhood books, A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett, where Sarah, the favored child-turned-scullery-maid, is walking down the streets, destitute, remembering her privileged days with her beloved daddy and desperately trying to ease her hunger. She walks by a bakery, the street filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread, and she is overcome by weakness in her need for this bread. She's starving, she's weak and tired, and right then in that moment, a little slice of heaven looks like a bag of 6 rolls, which she eventually eats with wolf-like ferocity a few minutes later, thanks to the kindness of a stranger.
It's no surprise to me, then, when Jesus refers to himself as "the bread of life":
Have you ever had REAL bread? I'm not talking slices of white Wonder Bread; I mean some real, from-scratch bread. The kind that you can't roll into a ball but instead crumbles when you break it. The kind that has every kind of seed and nut in it, brown, earthy, complex and full of texture and taste. It's not the kind of bread most of us eat every day, but it is the kind of bread I imagine being around in Jesus' time, the kind of bread the Jews are demanding Jesus provide them just after the above verses in the Book of John. It is hearty, substantial, and provides the body the kind of energy you would need if you were a first-century Hebrew, doing manual labor, farming.
Even this bread, Jesus said, was not true bread; He is the bread sent from heaven, not the stuff Moses and his flock ate during their 40 years in the desert.
I'm not a huge fan of white bread. It's not very filling, and it's kind of bland. Even worse is the "diet" bread I see on the shelves, the reduced-calorie bread that promises to be all fiber and less calories. That stuff tastes like crap - it's totally gross. It screws with my blood sugar, does nothing to fill my stomach, and it makes me grouchy, even. And it still leaves me completely unsatisfied, in many cases even hungrier than I was before I ate. Everything good and lasting has been processed right out, and it's basically just fluffy cardboard.
And yet, I so often settle for filling my hunger for the Bread of Life with all sorts of meaningless filler: things that promise to satisfy me and yet leave me hungering for Him even more than before. There is so much out there in the world that promises to satisfy me, whether it's a crusty sourdough roll, the latest technology, a bigger house, more money. It smells good, looks tasty, and some of it even makes me salivate (um, hello, iPhone), but in the end, I'm still left wanting more. Sometimes it doesn't even taste all that good, and still I continue to fill myself with it. Even some of the "heartier" stuff will not satisfy my true hunger: I can listen to all the amazing worship songs in the world, listen to the best sermons every Sunday, fill my life with some of the most inspiring Christian friends I've ever had... and all of it, though good and sent from God, is not a replacement for Him. It's not a replacement for the true, soul-filling Word. It will never satisfy the true hunger in me. Only He can do that.
This past New Year's Day, as I pondered what I could commit to doing to improve my life, I realized that if I wanted to know true satisfaction, true intimacy, true love in 2009, I needed to starting filling myself with Him. Not because I should, like trying to eat that Ezekiel bread I mentioned above, or because someone told me to, or because I feel guilty that I've totally been neglecting my time with God... but because I hunger for Him. And white-bread, filler stuff in my life just ain't gonna cut it anymore. I need the real stuff.
Just like the dirty, hungry little princess standing outside the bakery, dying for just one hot roll of bread, so I hope to lay myself at his feet, begging for the manna that truly satisfies my hunger. There, I find peace.
(Actually, I would probably take both and make some kind of chocolate croissant thing. Ohhhh.)
Bread is the first thing I think of when I'm hungry and trying to think of what to eat. Bread is a ubiquitous staple in my diet; I have bread at pretty much every meal. And about the only bread I don't like is my the kind my mom eats, the kind that has nuts in it, though I've been known to eat that if it's all we have around the house. Bread is usually the only thing I will eat in the morning, since it's the only food that my sensitive morning stomach can handle. My favorite scent, aside from my son's head, is baking bread. There's a bakery just a couple blocks upwind of the hospital where I work, and in the mornings, it's all you can smell throughout the entire campus: fresh bread.
And today, when I found myself starving at 2pm without a single meal in me for the day, the first thing I thought of was freshly baked bread. I ended up at one of my favorite local markets with a bag of six sourdough rolls, along with some Greek yogurt and strawberries. The bread was heavenly.
There's a part from one of my favorite childhood books, A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett, where Sarah, the favored child-turned-scullery-maid, is walking down the streets, destitute, remembering her privileged days with her beloved daddy and desperately trying to ease her hunger. She walks by a bakery, the street filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread, and she is overcome by weakness in her need for this bread. She's starving, she's weak and tired, and right then in that moment, a little slice of heaven looks like a bag of 6 rolls, which she eventually eats with wolf-like ferocity a few minutes later, thanks to the kindness of a stranger.
It's no surprise to me, then, when Jesus refers to himself as "the bread of life":
For the bread of God is he who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world... I am the bread of life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never be thirsty. John 6:33, 35
Have you ever had REAL bread? I'm not talking slices of white Wonder Bread; I mean some real, from-scratch bread. The kind that you can't roll into a ball but instead crumbles when you break it. The kind that has every kind of seed and nut in it, brown, earthy, complex and full of texture and taste. It's not the kind of bread most of us eat every day, but it is the kind of bread I imagine being around in Jesus' time, the kind of bread the Jews are demanding Jesus provide them just after the above verses in the Book of John. It is hearty, substantial, and provides the body the kind of energy you would need if you were a first-century Hebrew, doing manual labor, farming.
Even this bread, Jesus said, was not true bread; He is the bread sent from heaven, not the stuff Moses and his flock ate during their 40 years in the desert.
I'm not a huge fan of white bread. It's not very filling, and it's kind of bland. Even worse is the "diet" bread I see on the shelves, the reduced-calorie bread that promises to be all fiber and less calories. That stuff tastes like crap - it's totally gross. It screws with my blood sugar, does nothing to fill my stomach, and it makes me grouchy, even. And it still leaves me completely unsatisfied, in many cases even hungrier than I was before I ate. Everything good and lasting has been processed right out, and it's basically just fluffy cardboard.
And yet, I so often settle for filling my hunger for the Bread of Life with all sorts of meaningless filler: things that promise to satisfy me and yet leave me hungering for Him even more than before. There is so much out there in the world that promises to satisfy me, whether it's a crusty sourdough roll, the latest technology, a bigger house, more money. It smells good, looks tasty, and some of it even makes me salivate (um, hello, iPhone), but in the end, I'm still left wanting more. Sometimes it doesn't even taste all that good, and still I continue to fill myself with it. Even some of the "heartier" stuff will not satisfy my true hunger: I can listen to all the amazing worship songs in the world, listen to the best sermons every Sunday, fill my life with some of the most inspiring Christian friends I've ever had... and all of it, though good and sent from God, is not a replacement for Him. It's not a replacement for the true, soul-filling Word. It will never satisfy the true hunger in me. Only He can do that.
This past New Year's Day, as I pondered what I could commit to doing to improve my life, I realized that if I wanted to know true satisfaction, true intimacy, true love in 2009, I needed to starting filling myself with Him. Not because I should, like trying to eat that Ezekiel bread I mentioned above, or because someone told me to, or because I feel guilty that I've totally been neglecting my time with God... but because I hunger for Him. And white-bread, filler stuff in my life just ain't gonna cut it anymore. I need the real stuff.
Just like the dirty, hungry little princess standing outside the bakery, dying for just one hot roll of bread, so I hope to lay myself at his feet, begging for the manna that truly satisfies my hunger. There, I find peace.
Just as the living Father sent me and I live because of the Father, so the one who feeds on me will live because of me. This is the bread that came down from heaven. Your forefathers ate manna and died, but he who feeds on this bread will live forever. John 6:57-58
Thursday, January 1, 2009
a New Year's resolution: I will not...
... delete all phone messages, rather automatically, after listening to only the first few seconds, but instead listen thoughtfully and intentionally to every single word.
... ignore all my calls but respond in timely manner to all phone calls, e.g. leaving thoughtful, intentional voice mails to my lovely friends.
(And for those of you who keep calling me and wonder why I don't call back? It's not you, it's me. Yes. I promise. Call me a dumbass all day long. I will totally agree with you. I am totally, completely an idiot with recorded messages. I hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE leaving voice mail on my friends' phones. Do I hate anything even more? LISTENING TO MY OWN VOICE MAIL. I don't know why. It's not that I don't love the sounds of your voice. I just have a complex with my voice mail.)
That is all.
P.S. If any of you reading are voice mail haters, please leave a comment below and make me feel a little less strange.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
best of 2008
Aidan's asleep in his bouncy/vibrating chair, while Clifford the Big Red Dog plays on TV. (Hey, he's red. It's Christmasy, isn't it?) Missy the cat is purring at my side. My mom is busy moving around the house, putting the final touches on presents. Jason is still in bed with an unwanted Christmas gift: a bad head cold. And I'm here, laptop in hand, called off from work for the day (yesss!).
Sounds like a good time for a Best Of list!
BEST PURCHASE: Our home!
BEST REASON NOT TO STAY AT HOME: MyWednesday Thursday night girls - Maggie, Shannon, Tiffany, Loni, Kim, Maruxa, and (in spirit) Amanda.
BEST NEW RECIPE MADE: Red Velvet Cake Balls, courtesy of Bakerella
BEST MOMENT FROM THE 2008 ELECTION: Kelly twittering during election night: "Somebody get Wolf Blitzer a diaper".
BEST MOVIE SEEN: The Dark Knight, hands down. Especially in an IMAX theater.
BEST FACEBOOK MOMENT: Reconnecting with so many old friends, but especially my childhood best friend Maureen.
BEST MOMENT INVOLVING LIQUOR: Craig's birthday at Fiddler's Green, where he drank an Irish car bomb and led the entire bar in dancing with a backup band consisting mostly of obese, Hawaiian-shirt-clad men singing Irish drinking songs.
FAVORITE "NEW" TV SHOW: The Office. We've been catching up on seasons 1-4 with Netflix.
BEST TRAVEL DESTINATION: Rocky Mountain National Park with Jason, 10pm at night, on the side of a mountain, seeing every star possible
BEST MUSICAL MOMENT AT GRACE FELLOWSHIP: It's a three-way tie - turning "Great in All the Earth" into a chick-led song, doing Three Dog Night's "One" complete with Kelly in a cool hat, and singing "Winter Wonderland" in full 1940's dress with three of the best singers ever in a beautiful theater for Christmas Eve.
BEST MOMENT OF ALL: holding Aidan for the first time:
Sounds like a good time for a Best Of list!
BEST PURCHASE: Our home!
BEST REASON NOT TO STAY AT HOME: My
BEST NEW RECIPE MADE: Red Velvet Cake Balls, courtesy of Bakerella
BEST MOMENT FROM THE 2008 ELECTION: Kelly twittering during election night: "Somebody get Wolf Blitzer a diaper".
BEST MOVIE SEEN: The Dark Knight, hands down. Especially in an IMAX theater.
BEST FACEBOOK MOMENT: Reconnecting with so many old friends, but especially my childhood best friend Maureen.
BEST MOMENT INVOLVING LIQUOR: Craig's birthday at Fiddler's Green, where he drank an Irish car bomb and led the entire bar in dancing with a backup band consisting mostly of obese, Hawaiian-shirt-clad men singing Irish drinking songs.
FAVORITE "NEW" TV SHOW: The Office. We've been catching up on seasons 1-4 with Netflix.
BEST TRAVEL DESTINATION: Rocky Mountain National Park with Jason, 10pm at night, on the side of a mountain, seeing every star possible
BEST MUSICAL MOMENT AT GRACE FELLOWSHIP: It's a three-way tie - turning "Great in All the Earth" into a chick-led song, doing Three Dog Night's "One" complete with Kelly in a cool hat, and singing "Winter Wonderland" in full 1940's dress with three of the best singers ever in a beautiful theater for Christmas Eve.
BEST MOMENT OF ALL: holding Aidan for the first time:
Thursday, December 11, 2008
the viral meme
Oh, it's contagious alright.
WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother's & father's middle names)
Eileen Edward.
NASCAR NAME: (first name of your mother's dad, father's dad )
Edward Vincent.
STAR WARS NAME: (the first 2 letters of your last name, first 4 letters of your first name)
VeAnne.
DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color, fav animal)
Pink Bear. (uhhh...)
SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you live)
Carol Orlando.
SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd fav color, fav alcoholic drink, add "THE" to the beginning)
The Purple Strongbow.
FLY NAME: (first 2 letters of 1st name, last 2 letters of your last name)
Anen. (That just looks like I misspelled my own name)
GANGSTA NAME: (fav ice cream flavor, fav cookie):
Mint Chocolate Chip Chocolate Chip (okay, now I REALLY sound dumb)
ROCK STAR NAME: (current pet's name, current street name)
Missy Faith
PORN NAME: (1st pet, street you grew up on)
Scooter Christa (no, not really working, is it?)
WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother's & father's middle names)
Eileen Edward.
NASCAR NAME: (first name of your mother's dad, father's dad )
Edward Vincent.
STAR WARS NAME: (the first 2 letters of your last name, first 4 letters of your first name)
VeAnne.
DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color, fav animal)
Pink Bear. (uhhh...)
SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you live)
Carol Orlando.
SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd fav color, fav alcoholic drink, add "THE" to the beginning)
The Purple Strongbow.
FLY NAME: (first 2 letters of 1st name, last 2 letters of your last name)
Anen. (That just looks like I misspelled my own name)
GANGSTA NAME: (fav ice cream flavor, fav cookie):
Mint Chocolate Chip Chocolate Chip (okay, now I REALLY sound dumb)
ROCK STAR NAME: (current pet's name, current street name)
Missy Faith
PORN NAME: (1st pet, street you grew up on)
Scooter Christa (no, not really working, is it?)
Friday, December 5, 2008
five foods/meals of which I will never tire
1. Chicken parmesan subs
2. Brownies and ice cream
3. Macaroni & cheese
4. Potato bread
5. Coke (okay, not a food, but still)
2. Brownies and ice cream
3. Macaroni & cheese
4. Potato bread
5. Coke (okay, not a food, but still)
Thursday, December 4, 2008
get this node goin'...
I think for most of you, this is going to be like a foreign language... but for all my nursing friends and co-workers, this is definitely for you:
Sunday, November 30, 2008
wrapping it all up, by miss grumplestiltskin
Just in time for the holidays, I get to finish NaBloPoMo. And, like the two previous years I've participated, it has officially kicked my butt. I praised the Lord in Heaven for the beautiful, wonderful camera at my disposal, an adorable subject to snap pictures of, and grace that a picture actually counts as a day's entry for blogging purposes. Otherwise, I might have been really clogging up my little cranny of the Internet with mindless landfill material.
I had very much intended to write each day, something deep and personal, something funny and yet profound, and I think I started out well. But by the end, between getting back into the rhythm of full-time work while adding the additional juggling "ball" of a 3 month old boy and everything that comes with that, well... uh, yeah.
So, I end another November, bloggingly exhausted and maybe a little grumpy. But I have a feeling that in another eleven or so months, I'll be gearing up to do it again. For the moment, however, I might take a mini-break from all this blogging, because the daily obligation of it all? Well, my son's face put it best:
I had very much intended to write each day, something deep and personal, something funny and yet profound, and I think I started out well. But by the end, between getting back into the rhythm of full-time work while adding the additional juggling "ball" of a 3 month old boy and everything that comes with that, well... uh, yeah.
So, I end another November, bloggingly exhausted and maybe a little grumpy. But I have a feeling that in another eleven or so months, I'll be gearing up to do it again. For the moment, however, I might take a mini-break from all this blogging, because the daily obligation of it all? Well, my son's face put it best:
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