Showing posts from January, 2006
Nothin' says lovin' like...

Freshly ironed shirts. Twelve, yes twelve 1-2, of them. My mother actually offered to pay for me to send them out (for my birthday gift), but (and I know this is weird) I actually want to do them myself. Partially because I just can't see spending the money (mine or someone else's), partially because I don't want to spend my weekends replcing broken buttons, but mostly because doing the laundry is one small way in which I can be supportive.

You see, I really can't go to all Jon's gigs. The smoke bothers me so much that I have breathing difficulty for days, and I am a morning person. Shows that begin at 9:30 or 10:00 are way past my bedtime.

It just isn't in my nature to go out two or three nights a week; I am much happier at home with a drink and a good book. I am not one for parties, or drinking, or dancing (on account of my two left feet). And there is nothing more uncomfortable than sitting on a barstool sticking out l…
Soup and coffee slurping should be illegal.
I am married to a rock god.

It isn't enough that he is a Liar and now also a Nasty Habit (new project). No. He is also (cough, cough) role model to the under five set!

In fact, the president of the Uncle Jon Fan Club is keeping the East Coast Chapter alive and kicking. Why, just a couple weeks ago, Hunter informed his dad that when he "got bigger" he was going to "put a ton of gas in my car and drive to Vegas to see Uncle Jon!" Still no word as to whether or not seeing Aunt Kelly is on the itinerary.

And so, here I sit- a band widow. I used to really mope about this state of affairs. Especially during times when there are three practices per week (like now). But last week I came to the conclusion that this is the best of both worlds. I have the house to myself and can do weird single-girl things (like eat toast and yogurt for dinner) and putter aound (Jon can't STAND to just BE) without feeling like I am depriving him of something exciting. This I ca…
I played the, "It's MY birthday and I want to..." card last night. Pretty sneaky of me, but I have been trying to get my Jonathan to check out some churches with me. After TUMC, I think he is feeling a little gun-shy. The Calvary Chapel we checked out last month didn't do much to help, I am afraid. The poor man was having great difficulty staying awake! (So was I, for that matter)

So, last night we trekked all the way down Maryland Parkway (tee hee) to Christ Episcopal's "contemporary" service. The church has a beautiful campus, and the service is very small- maybe 30 people? I think he liked it. I did. The church is a tad bit liberal for me, but I think I can survive, as long as they are not preaching apostasy from the pulpit, I can deal with some bleeding hearts. (Someone in the congregation used the sharing time to do some stumping. Very weird stream-of-conciousness-thing that started with Harry Reid's "Republican Abuse of Power" essay a…
Yummy goodness...

Well, last night we celebrated my thirtieth birthday with Tommy D and Nurse Debbie. So basically, Nurse Debbie and I sit back and are entertained by the banter that is Jon and Tom. Always a good time! To boot, Nurse Debbie assures me that her thirties rocked. Better and better!

The birthday festival continues until Thursday per Tara's permission. Today's event is ice skating. I haven't been on ice skates since I was, like, six years old. This should be fun! I have reminded my husband that there are not a lot of opportunities for ice skating in Tallahassee, but he is game.

Well, I am going to pop some Anaprox and find something to cushion my bum!

PS Prayers please for my Dad and my Nana.
My God is a Great Big God...

Haliegh Poutre has been removed from life support, against the wishes of the monster who may have put her there, and at the very least did nothing to stop the brutality that resulted in her current condition.

But I digress... the whole point (IMHO) is that, no matter how smart we think we are, no matter how much we have everything figured out, no matter how far we "advance", God is most certainly in complete control.

Haleigh Poutre is breathing on her own and maybe, just maybe, there is a change in her condition. If anyone deserves a miracle, I cannot help but think that this little girl does!
Doing the Happy Dance!!!

I am sooo- yay!! Me mudder is coming to visit. Well, actually, she is going to the NSTA convention in Anaheim. However, she is combining the convention with two personal days and her sorry excuse for a spring break and spending a week down in Yuma. (With my Gram)

So Jon and I can trek down to AZ for Easter and see Mom. Yay!!!

And if that isn't enough, we are crossing our fingers that we may see Amanda and Dana in March, and then, if God is willing (please, God?) we will see Matt and Tara and the boys around Thanksgiving!

This totally makes up for turning thirty on Friday!

Happily dancing along...
Still too many...

Some recent data would seem to indicate that the abortion rate in the U.S. is dropping. However, the estimated abortion rate is still 24 out of 100 preganancies that end in either birth or abortion are ending by abortion.

24 out of every 100. Still an outrageous number of people who are never allowed a choice.

We cannot change laws until we change the hearts of Americans.
What a cool way to spend a Saturday...

Usually, Saturday finds me grocery shopping and cleaning and laundering. But not today, nosiree!

Today, I spent my first Framing Day with Habitat of LAs Vegas. I have participated in other stages of home-building in the past, but today was my first Framing Day. How is this different? Well for starters, Framing Day is the day that all the sponsors want to come out and get their pictures taken and be interviewed about why they support Habitat and so forth. However, the thing that made the greatest inpression on me was this: at 7:45 this morning, there was a slab. At 2:30, there was a shell of a house.

I must confess, I didn't even get to use my hammer. Instead, I was hauling concrete roofing tiles from another site to this one. In my defense, this was not by choice. Plus, I maintain that the six of us did harder labor than the framing crew. I mean, galvanized nails weigh, what, an ounce? These tiles are about 15 pounds apiece. And the…
But WE'RE the fifth meanest city?

What is wrong with this picture?

At least here in Vegas you will be picked up by Metro and dropped off at a shelter. In the two years we have lived here, I don't recall anything as horrific as this.

I guess it might not be so bad to be "mean"-- especially if this is what it can prevent.
I just have to vent this wee little thing...

Last week, upon returning from holiday with the tribe, I received a telephone call from my friend through whom I got my job.

She quit. Yep, she quite the friday before I returned. Not too big of a deal, right? Sure.

But this week, two new gentlemen have come in to the office. And everything's now out of balance.

And then it happened... J #1 (can't have anything too incriminating, you know) walks past the copier, to the back of the job trailer a (and my desk) and asks me if I would, "Please make me a copy of this, honey."

I think I just might have a falling down moment.
Is there something wrong....

with me for thinking this video is laugh out loud funny and adorable?

I suppose there is something inappropriate here, but I'll be darned, it makes me giggle. Shoot, when Jon and I first watched it on AFV, we both laughed so hard we cried. (Yes, I do realise that this is most likely the lamest show on television)

Seeing this again today made me think about my four-year-old nephew, regaling his mother and me with a pretty convincing rendition of "Baby Got Back" and another song about "Humps" or some such thing.

What ever happened to Raffi?
I know these are important decisions...

but to make a man's wife cry? There are those, I imagine, who would say that Martha-Ann Bomgardner should toughen up and develop a thicker skin, but I think perhaps some of our esteemed senators should refrain from schoolyard taunts.

"I'm rubber, you're glue" anyone?

PS Bonus points if you can spot the HORRID grammatical error in the referenced article!
Annoyed? Or is it A "Noid"?

I know that the Patriot Act has many people, myself included, concerned about the state of our individual liberties. However, almost as dangerous are these small erosions of our personal freedoms.

It is enough to make me want to change all information on my profile to obstruct my identity.
I have to say that this really made se smile today... Hope it does the same for you!
Why I could NEVER be a teacher...

... or, for that matter, have my as yet-to-be-potential children to set foot in a traditional, public school classroom.
Freedom of speech...

Well, all I can say about this is that Harry Belafonte is blessed enough to be a citizen of a country which affords him the priviledge of speaking out against its government and policies.

He has also benefited GREATLY from an economic system which he apparently abhors.

Mr. Belafonte, how is it that you go on foreign soil and fraternize with a man who has said that he is not only against America, but against the "evils" of capitalism?

Do you have trouble sleeping at night?
I suppose I am in the wrong business...

Why am I in nursing school, when all it takes is a couple well-placed friends? Man, this stinks!

Another reason I have had enough of our growing government. It is probably our number one cash crop these days!

Enough whining.
Fittest city, Hon??

So Men's Fitness magazine has listed the City that Readsas their choice for America's fittest city. Hmm...

I guess they haven't been to Lombard Streetfor lunch.
Christian and Libertarian...

So, I really want to have lunch with this guy, because he really seems to get it.

I have become one of the people against whom my Dad rails-- apathetic young voters. Of course, looking thirty in the eye, I am not sure if the "young" part qualifies. But anyway.

Now I just have to find where more people like Vox Day are and how to learn from them.

My new leaf...

Several years ago, I stopped making New Year's resolutions. Partially because I was disillusioned with myself and partially because no one asked me what they were.

I have this theory that we make resolutions only when we are asked. I like to think it adds a nice accountability factor to the whole process.

And so, even though no one has asked me, I have decided on the following New Year's Resolution for 2006:


And I have already started on this by consigning $250 per month of my snazzy-good raise to my savings account. (This is an additional $3000 per year, for you folks in Rio Linda) I have set myself up for success!!!!

Posting it here is my nod to telling people, even though the chances that this will be read by anyone are pretty much nil. I figure, if nothing else, it is a gentle reminder to myelf. Every time I post, I will see my resolution.

So, I have a resolution. And if anyone asks me, I can say, "Yes, and I am keeping it!"

Gun control laws at work?

Well I don't know HOW I missed this one up until now!
I see a bad moon rising...

Okay, three cheers for the Monkey County appeals court! Or maybe they would prefer a pressed ham?

I just want to say that I am so glad there are not more pressing issues to report on today. I guess that there are not wars or famines, since MSN has put this story on their front page.

Holiday Recovery...

Well, we journeyed East for Christmas and the New Year, bu have returned to our desert habitat. It was so wonderful to be in my parents' home with all of us together for the first time in years. Does my heart good and my mother's as well.

Jon's siblings were also all gathered for the holiday, so we had to juggle a little bit. It makes for an interesting schedule and we are going to have to get back to our routine ASAP.

Here is the whole fam-damily gathered for Christmas dinner...
Well, blessings to all in the new year!