A little about a lot

Thursday, August 31, 2006

A rebel who follows all the rules

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I think this is how I am.

I'd like to believe I'm daring, rebellious -- heck, maybe even reckleess. But the truth is, the other day, when it was going to be low 70s all day, I spent at least 20 minutes in the morning trying to find something to put in my sliding glass door that would allow it to be open -- but open just enough that no regular-sized human being could get into my apartment.

Because, really - it's likely that someone would climb up the side of my stucco building in front of God and ever'body, swing into my balcony, squeeeeeeeeze through a door that had been left just a leettle bit too far open, and rob me blind.

In the end, I settled on a book/rolling pin combination.


Thursday, August 24, 2006


Brother and I have decided that our blogs suck now and it's because no one comments anymore.

However, I've been looking back through the archives and have found that it's less about the comments and more about the way our jobs are SUCKING THE LIFE OUT OF US.

Brother's more so than mine. I mean, today I talked to a lady that wanted me to single-handedly change the way campaigns are run - for all candidates - in all states - until the sun blows up. Who thinks that's not fun? But even with crazy election woman, I still get to leave semi-close to 5 p.m., whereas brother's clock doesn't even have 5 p.m. on it. It just says "Dawn" (that's when he goes to work) and "two hours after you wanted to be home" (that's when he leaves work.) Oh wait, it also says "Call your sister, it's windy."

Also, I've been blogging for a long fricking time. Like, two years I think ... wait ... yeah - two fricking years! I mean, look at those archives!

Anyhow, I can come up with only one solution: Reruns.

Hey, it worked for M*A*S*H

So, we'll start with the Best Post Ever.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006


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Some days, I feel like doing this. In general, the sources I work with are good ones. I mostly trust them. But every once and awhile, I want to stand on my chair, hold the phone out in front of me and scream at them. Mostly, I think this would help to balance out the "nice young lady" image I seem to have. Sometimes, I'd like to be known as "you don't want to mess with her."

Gotta love classic Bloom County.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

The blog

My blog used to be funny. Really, it did.

I've just run out of stuff to write about.

I'm working downtown today and have had 7.5 hours to think of a blog topic and have come up with nil.

So, here are some random thoughts:

I went home this weekend to play with Shan and Anna. We had a blast, talked about all of our old classmates (myspace is just amazing) and took a walk around Chapman in the rain. It was fantastic. I also slept with my windows open, listened to the rain at night and ran on the dirt roads. All in all, it was the most fantastic weekend ever. I miss the country more than I can even say.

Some of the guys I had crushes on in high school are not-so-cute now. Ugh.

I gave a testimony at church today - went pretty good.

Talked to big brother on the phone this evening. We decided lying is always the best solution to everything. I love that guy.

My ankle, which I sprained in fricking May, still hurts. This is ridiculous.

For the first time in my life, I'm looking forward to cooler weather. I don't know what it is, but I'm actually anxious to bust out the sweatshirts.

Going to a professional football game with dad this weekend. Brother says nothing is as good as K-State football. I'd have to agree.

Speaking of stuff not being as good ... the County fair in the city in which I live kinda sucked. The bulls quit bucking in the middle of the ride. Really.

Good lord, I miss cowboys ... and Jackie ... and Nanaw.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006


There's this lady in my office who wears her sunglasses on her head all.day.long.
Why? Just...why?


This made me miss home today.


This made me cry today.


This made me laugh today.


I am supposed to give a testimony on this on Sunday. AHHHHHHHHHH!


The Dickinson County dems are in deep trouble ...
Herington Hosts the 2006 Dickinson County Democrat Candidates

"... Guest Speaker, Todd Simon, Kansas State University Professor with the A.Q. Miller School of Journalism and Mass Communications will speak on strategy, research, and mass communication aspects of campaigning. Simon has covered many campaigns, politicians, and has a great sense how campaigns operate. Program will cover how to effectively communicate with voters, how to get the voters to vote and vote for whom, and what makes a good candidate?"


Monday, August 07, 2006


I went canoeing this weekend with some people from church.

I was going to write about the funny stuff that happened - a light hearted blog, but I just can't do it...instead, I have a confession.

It was a fun weekend. I always enjoy hanging out witht his particular group of friends. One of the things I like the most about them is that they don't believe in segregation.

What I mean is - there are Christians out there who will only hang around other Christians - will only got to Christian-sponsored events and Christian bookstores and Christian movies. They segregate themselves. I think this is sooo backward from what Christ taught us about loving our neighbors as we love ourselves. Neighbors implies everyone - not just those who hold the same moral and religious beliefs as you do.

So, great - we don't segregate ourselves. We talk about popular books, movies and music. No one gasps when someone, after canoeing all day, says "My ass is killing me."

The portion of the river we canoe down is far from "family friendly," but we can handle it. There might be some uncomfortable moments when you happen to see a woman remove her bathing suit top in hopes that a passing canoe full of men will give her a beer, or when that same canoe of men asks you to do the same - but we can handle it.

Yeah, we can handle it - great.

But what did we do about it? Is it enough to just handle it and then sit around the campfire and tell about the most shocking thing you saw while floating down the river and laugh at other people's stories?

Shouldn't we have prayed for them? Shouldn't we have prayed for a woman who thinks so little of herself that she's willing to have sex in a muddy and gross river in front of strangers?

So see, we didn't segregate. Great. We didn't even judge (at least not outloud - but probably we all did in our own minds) but we still didn't love. If we were loving, we would've been praying. And that's my confession.

Romans 13:8-10
Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another, for he who loves his fellowman has fulfilled the law. The commandments, "Do not commit adultery," "Do not murder," "Do not steal," "Do not covet," and whatever other commandment there may be, are summed up in this one rule: "Love your neighbor as yourself." Love does no harm to its neighbor. Therefore love is the fulfillment of the law.