A little about a lot

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Random spoutings

This post comes via a computer at the Abilene Public Library as they have not yet found a way to get Internet out to my mom's house and mom's school has blocked both yahoo and blogspot.com.

I've been home for four and a half days and it's been absolutely wonderful. The sunsets here never cease to amaze me - neither do the stars. The earliest I've gotten out of bed is 8:30 a.m. and I've taken a lot of naps. I haven't had the day where I stay in my PJ's all day, but I did find some beautiful cowboy boots.

(They're not ostrich, but they'll do.)

This morning I took a jog down a dirt road and was totally undisturbed by anything man-made. It was amazing.

In The Journey of Desire, John Eldredge raises the question of whether God keeps us from the places that our hearts desire the most because He knows we would soon find a quasi-Eden there and forget to long for Him and the true Eden.

I think this must be true. I am in love with this area, with this land, and when I'm here, although I see God EVERYWHERE - I don't ache for Him like I do in the city.

Hmmmmm...

Hope this finds you all smiling. Happy New Year!

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Rural bliss

I can't quit thinking about being home for six whole days with nothing to do except be with family and friends and enjoy my surroundings.

I've told several people I'm going on vacation and when they ask, "Oh really? Where are you going?" I don't say, "Home."

I say "Rural bliss."

Usually I get a blank stare, but I don't care.

I love home. I love the country and I miss it almost every single day.

So, in honor of this love, here are the top 10 things I love about rural Kansas (today - it changes a lot.)

10. I love that you never have to check your blindspot because you are often the only one on the road. You're free to take in the beautiful scenery.

09. I love the way it smells. It's crisp and healthy and sweet. (Unless you're near cattle or hogs). The air begs you to take a deep breath and hold it.

08. I love the way you can see for MILES and how within those miles there might be one or two farms dotting the acres of fields, pastures and woods.

07. I love it that the sun seems brighter there and the stars ... oh the stars. The stars make you realize at one time how insignificant you are and also how much God loves you. He who made something so glorious as these stars also made you and loves you MORE.

06. I love running and playing with the dogs. Dogs are so happy.

05. I love how people do the little farmer wave when you pass them in your car. I think it's out of shock that there's actually someone else on the road. :)

04. I love that everything moves slower and that everyone is OK with that.

03. I love the quiet at night - the silence that makes you feel more safe than any alarm system.

02. I love the sun coming in my windows in the morning. To wake up - even if it's just for a moment before I fall back to sleep - and see the sun coming up over the pasture is unlike any other feeling.

01. I love that by the time I pull into the driveway, all walls that I've managed to build up in the past month melt away and I become truly myself.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

By the numbers

Stolen post idea from Sarah.

Four Days: until I drive away from this craziness they call a city and snuggle into rural bliss.

Three Days: Until I work my very last Pier One shift for the REST OF MY LIFE.

Seven hours: Until I finally get to crawl into my bed and go to sleep.

Four hours: Until I go to my last City Council meeting for 2005.

Two Hours: Until I meet my friend Sarah for coffee at Homer's.

Thirty minutes: Until I call a man who I can't stand.

Two minutes: Until another song comes on my Yahoo music station.

One minute: Until I post this and get back to work.

That wasn't as much fun as I'd hoped.

Monday, December 19, 2005

Happy Birthday

Today is brother's 27th birthday.
In celebration, I'm listing my top 10 favorite things about brother.

10. He has great friends.
09. He often makes stuff up, but he's so smart that no one knows the difference.
08. He is so anal that it's funny.
07. There is one piece of hair in the back of his head that WILL NOT LAY DOWN.
06. He is who he is, so deal with it or get the heck out of the way.
05. He threatens to beat up people who hurt my feelings. Even though it's not likely that he'd risk an assault charge just because someone made me cry, it feels good to hear him say he would.
04. He married my favorite of all of his girlfriends - his favorite too!
03. He can speak some crazy wicked Espanol.
02. He is one goofy kid.
01. He doesn't understand why I act the way I do, but he still loves me.

Happy Birthday Bro!

Friday, December 16, 2005

Cry Out to Jesus.

There is this song by Third Day called "Cry out to Jesus."
It is just amazing. Every time I hear it, I find myself nodding my head in agreement to different sections. Addiction, divorce - just brokenness - is everywhere you look.

But what gets me is that sometimes we are so busy - so caught up in doing and moving and climbing ladders - that we don't even realize we are broken hearted. We listen to songs like this one and think - "yes, 'those' people need to cry out to Jesus."

Folks, we are "those" people.

Check out the lyrics:

Cry Out To Jesus
Words by Mac Powell / Music by Third Day


To everyone who's lost someone they love
Long before it was their time
You feel like the days you had were not enough
when you said goodbye

And to all of the people with burdens and pains
Keeping you back from your life
You believe that there's nothing and there is no one
Who can make it right

There is hope for the helpless
Rest for the weary
Love for the broken heart
There is grace and forgiveness
Mercy and healing
He'll meet you wherever you are
Cry out to Jesus, Cry out to Jesus

For the marriage that's struggling just to hang on
They lost all of their faith in love
They've done all they can to make it right again
Still it's not enough

For the ones who can't break the addictions and chains
You try to give up but you come back again
Just remember that you're not alone in your shame
And your suffering

There is hope for the helpless
Rest for the weary
Love for the broken heart
There is grace and forgiveness
Mercy and healing
He'll meet you wherever you are

When you're lonely
And it feels like the whole world is falling on you
You just reach out, you just cry out to Jesus
Cry to Jesus

To the widow who struggles with being alone
Wiping the tears from her eyes
For the children around the world without a home
Say a prayer tonight

(c) 2005 Consuming Fire Music / ASCAP


To listen to a snippet of the song (P.S. If I had to guess what God's singing voice sounded like, I'd guess it was something like Mac Powell's) click here. Wait for a couple of seconds and the sound will come through.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Finding Chapman

I don't know how many times in the past year I've had this exact conversation with sources, aquaintances or co-workers.


THEM: "So are you from the Kansas City area, Eeds?

ME: "No, actually I'm from Chapman, Kansas."

THEM: "Chapman, Kansas?" (in a pondering tone of voice like they might actually have heard of it.)

ME: "Yes, it's a rural town about half way between Manhattan and Salina."

THEM: (blink ... blink)

ME: "That's about two hours straight west of Kansas City on I-70."

THEM: "Oh, so near Topeka?"

ME: "Well, it's about an hour west of Topeka."

THEM: "Oh. Are you near Hays then?"

ME: "Sure."

For an insider's look at the little town of Chapman, Kansas - go to my friend Anna's blog.

Monday, December 12, 2005

Part 4

24. This year was my golden birthday - 24 on the 24th.
23. I have horrible handwriting.
22. Twenty-two is my favorite number, and it always will be.
21. I had to take speech classes when I was in elementary school because I didn't say my "s" right.
20. I still don't say my "s" right.
19. I have my very own Yoda.
18. Sometimes I ask people questions and space off before I hear the answer.
17. Everytime "No One Else On Earth" by Wynonna Judd comes on the radio I turn it up as loud as I can and sing at the top of my lungs.
16. That song also evokes a strong desire to take my shirt off, but I usually don't.
15. I like to be loved with words.
14. Sometimes, when I stop to pay the toll at toll booths, I pay for the person behind me, too.
13. I love picking people up at airports.
12. I once had a dream about a specific Bible verse. When I woke up, I remembered it but never looked it up.
11. WHY didn't I look it up?!
10. I don't believe that there is only ONE person on earth for each of us, but I do believe in soulmates.
09. I don't really like business cards, and I don't know why.
08. When I'm concentrating on something, I pull at my eyebrow. Just like my dad.
07. When I see or hear about someone I love being hurt - even if it's just a bruise, sympathy pains radiate from my lower back.
06. It always happens when I see a bruise on Par's hands.
05. I think dorky people are cool, the people who want the spotlight are actually the most self-concious, and that the men with the toughest exteriors are actually the most tender-hearted deep down. (Maybe deep DEEP down)
04. I hate it when people lie to me.
03. I think I'm a lot deeper than people give me credit for.
02. I have heard God's voice a couple of times.
01. Each time it was in a moment of pure desperation.

Friday, December 09, 2005

Part 3

49. I used to hate my name and insisted that everyone call me Sarah.
48. "Oh Holy Night" is my favorite Christmas Carol. Thank you Mrs. Markley.
47. I hate to admit it, but I'm proud of the fact that I can still fit into jeans I had in high school.
46. I canceled my cable television and am sooooo much happier without it.
45. When I was a lifeguard at Fort Riley, an MP almost ran over me with his patrol car and then asked me out to dinner.
44. I said no, got his name and never again worried about whether I was speeding on post.
43. I have one older brother.
42. He and I used to slide down the stairs in pillow cases with underwear on our heads. The underwear served as helmets.
41. He says this never happened, but I have pictures.
40. I can be a supreme ditz.
39. I hate talking on the phone, and yes, I screen my calls.
38. Psalm 62:5-8 is my favorite Bible verse.
37. I've been pulled over for drunk driving at least three times.
36. In all three instances, I hadn't had a drop to drink.
35. I look like a drug addict in the picture on my media badge.
34. I'm a proud American.
33. I have Deja vu ALL THE TIME.
32. When I'm talking to police and fire dispatchers, I often develop a southern accent.
31. I have NO idea why.
30. People say I look like Kate Winslet.
29. I can be extremely competitive on the playing field and when I'm going after a story, but I hate it when people try to compete with me in my personal life.
28. I love naps.
27. I don't like any type of movies except comedies.
26. I can't stand to wear pants or skirts that fit above or at my belly button.
25. My heart was broken for the first time when someone stole my dog, Holly, and her puppy, ZZ.

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Part 2

74. In high school, I drove a truck. For the first two years of college, I drove a Jeep. But it wasn't until I got my cavalier that I found myself airborne over a particularly evil hill.
73. I have no intention of keeping my maiden name when I get married - not even for the sake of my byline.
72. My favorite Disney movies are Robin Hood and the Emporer's New Groove.
71. I know I'll never reach my true potential as a journalist because I want to be a wife and a mother too much.
70. Sometimes I feel kinda sad when I see other people talking on their cell phones, because no one called me.
69. I love chocolate milk. It cures ulcers.
68. I wish I could breathe underwater.
67. I can't explain how I know some of the things I know.
66. I've always wanted a tattoo but am too afraid to get one.
65. I still cry when I think about what happened at the Collegian my senior year.
64. I think my brother really is a genius.
63. I loved most of middle school and all of high school, and I know how blessed I am to have had that kind of experience.
62. I only like talking online with other journalists. No one else can say what they mean as quickly and concisely.
61. I'm pretty OK with dying but dread getting old.
60. Big craft stores like Michaels or Hobby Lobby make me nauseous.
59. My feet are weird-looking but I think they are pretty.
58. Journalism is a boy's club. I could better handle this if they still let us keep whisky in the bottom drawer.
57. Actually, I hate whisky. I'd probably keep Dr. Pepper down there.
56. People who know me think I'm nice, but I think I can be intimidating.
55. I can spell my name on a calculator. 3103 upside down.
54. I hate being the center of attention in big groups, but like it when I'm with only a couple of other people.
53. During the announcement of the starting line up at my last home high school basketball game, I shook the girl's hand and then got down on my hands an knees and kissed the court.
52. I'm never really sure what color my hair is.
51. I love the smell of newsprint.
50. The comedy movie "The Sixth Man" makes me bawl like a baby every time I watch it.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

100 things about me Part 1 (of 4)

100. I think my forearms, wrists and hands are pretty.
99. I love to day dream
98. I think Kansas is beautiful in all seasons.
97. My favorite song is "Lightning Crashes" by LIVE.
96. When I was little, I would make up jokes. They were so awful that my family invented the "Edie-joke poke" game, which was a lot like slug-bug.
95. I think being embraced by God will feel a lot like when Par hugs me.
94. I love York Peppermint Patties.
93. I think all firefighters are good looking.
92. I want a pair of cowboy boots for Christmas.
91. And the confidence to wear them.
90. I didn't know we'd captured Saddam until a few days later.
89. I am in love with the AP Stylebook.
88. I often feel like people are trying to tame me.
87. I never like September's picture in calendars.
86. I cannot spell "inaugural" without looking it up.
85. I think the women who answer the phones at Catholic churches are mean.
84. I love McDonald's hamburgers.
83. When I was a freshman in high school I was banned from the mall for a year for stealing a ring.
82. I still feel bad about that.
81. Sometimes, I wish I would've been more wild in college.
80. I used to get out of mowing the lawn by saying I was afraid I'd cut my tows off.
79. My mom gave me the idea for that excuse.
78. I hate television news.
77. I smile everytime I hear crop reports on the radio.
76. I took dance lessons for 16 years and now I'm a horrible dancer.
75. But I still dance every morning in the privacy of my bathroom.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Santa Claus

Today's blog topic, as picked by brother is "Santa Clause and other communists."

Sigh.

First, I tried to think of a post centered on brother's misspelling "Claus" as "Clause."

But damnit, (note the spelling bro) I couldn't. Instead I thought I'd just point out that he might be a genius, but he can't fricking spell.

I don't personally believe Santa is a commie. Carnie, maybe. Commie, no way.

Everyone knows communists are mean and Russian-looking. Santa is round and jolly and speaks English (so he's not a Russian).

But, I suppose there are people out there who have to accuse round, jolly old men who employ elves and reindeer of doing something bad. Sheesh.

It's a fate that many cute little fictional creatures have had to endure.
For example, the Smurfs, or as some accuse - the Soviet Military Underground Resistance Forces.
People think that just because these little blue guys and gals lived in a collective and most of them looked alike that makes them communists.

Phooey.

If you go by that thinking then Care Bears - Communists As Russian Eunuch Bears with EARS - are probably commies too.

I have on white socks today.

The end.

If my face were a mood ring ...

OK, back to brother's list of topics.
Today's is "If my face were a mood ring it would be red right now."

First off, since mood rings don't turn red - they turn a variation of blue and green colors - I'm not sure exactly how to approach this topic.



I'm assuming that brother expects that red=angry, but I'm going to go in another direction and say that red=passionate.

So if my face were a mood ring it would NOT be red right now. However, if I were doing any of the following things and my face were a mood ring, and mood rings actualy turned red, my face would be red.

- Uncovering inaccuracies, injustices or just plain lies that come up in the day-to-day running of a city and WRITING about them.

- Explaining my faith to someone who is interested in hearing about it.

- Playing basketball.

- Taking a well-deserved nap. (yes, you can be passionate about napping)

- Writing a story that is going to inspire, encourage or help my readers.

- Learning what it means to be the person I want to be.

- Loving the people I love.

- Being who I am. This includes painting in my underwear. I'm also passionate about avoiding wearing shoes whenever possible. This also includes honoring my deep love for rural America and not trying to change that about my heart.

- Eating Par's Chili, a Par Sandwich or Yoda Cookies. I'm very passionate about those three food groups.

- Laughing.



Now, just to humor brother, I'll pretend that red=angry. In that case, if my face were a mood ring right now, it would still not be red. However the following things would make my face turn red, if my face were a mood ring. Or just in general, I guess.


- When people interrupt me everytime I try to speak.

- When people leave mean voicemail messages about what a crappy job I did on a story but don't leave their name or number so I can call them back and explain why I wrote what I did.

- When anyone tells me what to wear. I don't mean like when someone says - "it's casual" or "its formal." I mean if they say - you need to wear a dress, or you need to wear your hair like this. No one has said that to me for a long, long time, and thats a very good thing.

- When someone feels the need to slow almost to a stop before turning.

- When the person in the left hand lane is driving at the same speed limit as the person in the right hand lane. I think this is almost grounds for a justifiable homicide.

- When people misunderstand my job and expect me to write stories that make them "look good."

- Whenever someone tries to hurt someone I love.

- Blatant injustice.

- Politics in general.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

I think it was the sandals

As I was avoiding work today, I cruised over to my friend Anna's blog and found this delightful little quiz "What kind of superhero would you be."



I, like Anna, am most likely to be Mr. Braveheart himself.

"The great Scottish warrior William Wallace led his people against their English oppressors in a campaign that won independence for Scotland and immortalized him in the hearts of his countrymen. With his warrior's heart, tactician's mind, and poet's soul, Wallace was a brilliant leader. He just wanted to live a simple life on his farm, but he gave it up to help his country in its time of need."

My results included:

William Wallace: 71%
Captain Jack Sparrow: 63%
Maximus: 63%
Lara Croft: 58%
Neo, the "One": 54%
Indiana Jones: 54%
The Amazing Spider-Man: 54%
El Zorro: 46%
The Terminator: 42%
Batman, the Dark Knight: 38%
James Bond, Agent 007: 21%


I'm pretty sure that my results stem from the statement "Sandals are the best footwear for any occasion" to which I said I "strongly agree."