National Anthem

I never have liked our national anthem. Maybe it was because I was still learning it during the '96 Olympics, and the tv stations loved to focus on then president Clinton who always had fake tears in his eyes. I never liked that president.

But I'm able to tolerate it better now that so many Americans are winning gold...

Setting the Record Straight

I'm sorry it sounded like I was trying to argue with my brother, but all I was trying to do was to reasonably explain how to build a blanket house. He was the one that went stomping off to his room. Why didn't you scold him instead of me?

No, I really wasn't trying to tattle (besides, I wasn't the tattler...someone else was), all I was trying to do was get recognition for my deduction skills. See, our game required that we place a stick where the front of our roller blades ended up, and the person closest to the wall won. David placed the stick right next to the wall trying to claim victory, but you see, he didn't account for a foot being there.

I know we never defined jacket, but I always assumed we were talking about a blazer. I don't like blazers, though you are certain you can find one I like. The jacket I tried on and liked was not a blazer. Ergo, you haven't won yet.



(P.S. This is a very tongue-in-cheek post.)

Organization

I have discovered that when I organize, I enjoy it more and thus make more of an effort to stay organized when I like the tools. Even when I have to pay extra for them.

Clothes to Get Rid Of

I'm having a hard time getting rid of these shirts, though I never wear them. So Christine and I set up a "foster care" system. She gets to borrow them, with the possibility of adopting. :)

This black one really isn't my style, more Christine's. But I love the collar embroidery! I bought it in eighth grade...time to let it go?

I keep hearing red is one of my colors, so I bought this shirt at the thrift store because of the style, and the color. But I am more of a pink and blue person, which don't go with red. Incidentaly, I have more red shirts then any other color! Still not sure I can let this one go.The picture really doesn't do the fabric justice. Chinese blouses aren't my favorite style, but I loved the fabric and tried to find a pattern that would go with it. Perhaps I should have just have made something I'd wear more often. The problem with this one; the facing is uncomfortable. Perhaps it will go into the mending pile rather then the give away.

So, Christine, it looks like you will only be getting one shirt after all.

Benefits of Working at a Christian Bookstore

"Holy, holy are you Lord God Almighty! Worthy is the Lamb! You are holy! You are holy!"

Most of the time, the music is background noise. Sometimes my subconscious pays enough attention to it to get it stuck in my head later. Most of the music I do not like, but can tolerate. Some I downright detest. But now and then, a song will resonate with what I have been thinking about, and I will stop right there and have a worship moment. (If there are no customers in the store) I'll dance, sing at the top of my lungs, raise my hands, and generally make a fool of myself for God to the amusement of my co-workers.

I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” ~Psalm 91:2

Bible verses are on everything. As if it can't be Christian without a Bible verse. Maybe we should tattoo them on our babies! Which, incedentially, we have books arguing both for and against Christians getting tattos. I get tired of seeing the same verses all the time, Rise up on wings like eagles, for I know the plans I have for you, and this is the day the Lord has made are the most popular (after that comes the serenity prayer [bleh!!!!!]). But once again, as with the music, God will sometimes bring a verse to my attention that is the very verse I needed at that moment.

In Control

Yesterday, I had a really bad cold. My throat was sore and swollen, so much I had a hard time breathing (with my mouth open). I was very congested, and on top of that, I was so weak, I could hardly move. Today I woke up feeling so much better. Everything is almost gone. I still am a little congested, and my throat is slightest bit swollen. I still have fits of weakness. But I am well enough to go see the fireworks.

Since I am still sick, my family won't let me touch food. They fill my plate at each meal, and between times, I have to ask for food or something to drink, and wait while they get it on their own time. They always give me too much food, especially of the foods I don't like. Or the wrong end of the meat. Or not the right kind of tea. I can't sneak into the kitchen and grab a bite to eat. If I asked, Mom would tell me the next meal is coming soon (though its actually hours away).

I am also germaphobic at times, have (unconfirmed) low blood sugar, inconsistent, stubborn, stubornly opinionated, afraid to make a choice (at times), I have lied, I have cheated on school work, I have no concept of numbers. I am a flawed person loved tremendously and unconditionally.

Dinner

Last night was the dinner that I was making all the food for. We ended up having SEVEN different dishes for three people!

Main dish was (a small dish of) Poppy Seed Chicken which turned out good even though I didn't have all the ingredients and had to substitue again. Christine brought Caesar salad and garlic bread, Daniel made brouchette. The other side dishes were cheesey mashed potatoes (made from at least 10 potatoes!), pasta salad, and the apple sauce that I rescued from the Chilled Apple Soup.

It was the oddest dinner for me, but Christine and Daniel seemed to enjoy it :)