A little about a lot

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Introducing ...Seth

To blog or not to blog about your boyfriend?

I'm not really sure what the right answer is, but I keep wanting to blog about taking the boy home to meet the parents and can't figure out how to do it without, well, introducing him to the blogily. (That'd be blog and family put together. I'm a genius.)

So, this is Seth.










and, umm...this:














Moving on...Last weekend Seth met the dad, the mom and the Par. Over-all it was a good experience, although there were some rocky points.


Meeting Dad:
This little excursion started out pretty good. Dad gets points because we were about 20 minutes late to start out with and he didn't even rant and rave.

Dad loaded Seth and I into the grocery getter and off we went to Junction City to have Mexican food. So far, so good. Dad shows us around, takes us to see the development and then we head for home. This is where things started going into the direction of "No. Noooo. NOOOOOOOO."

We were ALMOST HOME. Just a mile away from the farm, approaching Good Hope cemetery - where our family burial plot is.

I notice that dad is slowing down, but I think. "No... he wouldn't."

Oh, but he would.

As Dad turns into the cemetery my thoughts are going something like "Holy crap this is not happening to me. Dad is so going into a nursing home."

Dad started talking about Sidney Solen and George and Minnie and the woman who married a Hines who was a drunkard or something.

I honestly can't say how Seth reacted because at that point I blacked out, waking up back at the farm with drool on my shirt.

Meeting the mom:
We went by Mom's school next to say hello. It was just before the end of the day and her kids were having a checkers tournament (and screaming 'I'm gonna beat the tar outta you,' which apparently they learned from their teacher) when we walked in.

Upon our arrival the hyperenergy in the room went up about 10 notches and pretty soon we were seeing everything they had in their desks, hearing when their birthdays were, wiggling loose teeth and giving high fives. They LOVED Seth, and I think Mom did, too.

Meeting the Par:
Par, as always, shined. He sat back in his big arm chair and talked about reading the Bible, loving the kids that ride his bus and baseball. He didn't even blink an eye when Seth mentioned something about being Baptist, and only pressured him a leetle bit to make sure that any of his future plans that might involve me also include staying close to Abilene.

So, now Seth just has to make it past the crazy aunt, Brother and SIL. And Jackie. And Anna. And Sarah. Both Sarahs, actually.

Poor guy.

I'm pretty sure Brother will like him, because they share a dislike of the French. Not sure they actually have any of the same interests, but that shouldn't really matter as long as they're aligned on the whole "cheese-eating surrender monkeys" thing.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Soybeans? Seriously? Can I dip them in butter?

While I was giving my brain a break from writing today, I stumbled upon the Top 10 mood-lifting foods on Yahoo.

Apparently, a diet rich in soluble fiber, omega 3 fats, folic acid, b12 adn Vitamin D goes a long ways toward making you a happier person. These are the foods they suggest:

1. Wild salmon (as opposed to tame salmon?)

2. Spinach

3. Skim milk

4. Ground flaxseeds

5. Blackberries

6. Omega 3 fortified eggs

7. Sardines

8. Soybeans

9. Beans

10. Brussels sprouts
11. Sunflower seeds

Umm...what about chocolate? Does ice cream fit in the skim milk category?

I ate soybeans once when Brother, SIL, Midge and I went out for sushi, and I like sunflower seeds apart from the whole spitting in front of people thing. But otherwise, what is with this list?

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Advertising for American Idol

I was walking past the advertising people this morning and overheard two ad guys talking.

One guy - a very manly man - said something like:

"I thought it would be Sanjaya, mumble mumble mumble. But what Simon said at the end mumble mumble mumble."

I got about 10 paces away and realized he was rehashing last night's American Idol and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Virginia Tech

I can't put words to how my heart aches for the loved ones of the victims at Virginia Tech, or how I mourn for the students there who will always define their college days with this tragedy.

I can't understand that kind of hate, but I do understand that, even though it may not seem so today, hate had already been defeated and so has it's author.

So again - John 16.33: Jesus said, "I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."

And, Romans 16:20: "The God of peace will soon crush Satan under your feet. The grace of our Lord Jesus be with you."

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Good things about today

I met an elderly woman who was so incredibly in love with her husband even though he, because of a stroke, hasn't been able to talk with her for years.

I met a new lady in the breakroom today and didn't even have to make up a name for her. Her name is Lori and she works up front. It's always good to know the ladies up front ... they're the ones who really run the paper.

I went to the courthouse and didn't get lost! Yes! (the courthouse is about a block away from the paper, but somehow I always get lost. Today I found it on my first try, but still had to make a u-turn to park.)

At the courthouse as I was getting into an elevator, a lady told me "You have really pretty legs. I'm not queer or anything. I just noticed."

About 5 minutes ago a huge group of high school students came through the newsroom on a tour. As the tour guide was explaining that "these are the reporters who work hard to get you the news," I was balancing my checkbook online. Whoops. Oh well. Kids need to know that it's important to be financially responsible, right?

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Bunch of turkeys

It's 9:17 a.m. and the editor, reporter and photographer for the "Outdoors" section are doing turkey calls at each other. Then they all laugh. Then they do it again.

I knew there was a reason I got into journalism...

Monday, April 09, 2007

Sweet tooth

Well it's time to fess up.

Thank you all for walking through this Lenten season with me. Thanks for the encouragement and also a big umm... "thanks" to those of you who thought up clever ways for me to cheat...I'm sure your hearts were in the right place. ;)

I did as well as I could. There was that one occasion where I licked icing off a spoon (totally not my fault) and I'll admit that I did accidentally eat a cookie.
I just wasn't thinking. I mean, it was right out of the oven. It's like a reflex to eat cookies that are still warm and gooey from the oven, right? Right.

So - yeah. I messed up a couple of times, but not on purpose - which I think is pretty good.

It's a good reminder that I'll never be perfect, and that it's not the being perfect that is important. It's the trying to be perfect while acknowledging that it is unattainable on this earth.

It's the striving to be a better woman than I am, and realizing that it will only come through my seeking a closer walk with my Lord. And this is the kicker... not only will seeking a closer walk make me a better woman for others, it will also bless my life beyond what I can ask for or imagine.

So, I'm back on sweets. Actually - I'm not really.

I tried to eat a sugar-frosted sugar cookie last night and it really just kinda made me feel sick. I cannot imagine why...

But, not one to quit after a first try, I pressed on. Unfortunately the DARK CHOCOLATE mini eggs also made me feel a little nauseous, and so did the chocolate chip cookie that I've been saving in the freezer since the end of February.

So alas, I gave up. When it warms up and starts acting like April again, I'm going to get some green ice cream. Otherwise, it looks like I'll have to ease back into sweets. Oh darn.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Interesting things about the break room

1. We have two microwaves and they are both reallllly clean.

2. They really, really, REALLY don't want you to put pop cans - opened or unopened - in the freezer. There are two notes - both laminated and taped within an inch of their life to the fridge door - to that effect.

3. There is a scale in there. I'm so confused by this. Who weighs themselves at work? (there's also a scale in the women's restroom. Weird, huh?)

4. There is a man, I think he's part of the press crew, who is usually eating when I go in to get my lunch. I don't know his name, so for now I'm calling him Buddy. I like Buddy because of the way he enjoys his lunch. He always watches Fox News (at some point Buddy and I will have a talk about how this is bad for the soul) and makes his way through his ginormous lunch box. Buddy is not a big guy, but he eats soooo much. The food just keeps coming out of that lunch box - kinda like Mary Poppin's carpet bag.


And on a completely unrelated note - Happy Birthday to my Pops!
Love,
eeds

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

And I'm back

So, the new town agrees with me.

People wave here, and old women are round like they're supposed to be.

I live on a brick street, I can see the stars at night, and the moonlight comes in through the windows and shines on my bed. Also, my neighbors are nice, my landlord is a farmer and it takes me four minutes to drive the one mile to work.

I love my little yellow house, although living in a duplex is a new experience. One night around midnight, I thought I could hear someone walking around. So I sat up and listened REALLY carefully and by golly - I COULD hear someone walking around.

This is where my Eeds logic kicked in. I took my phone and dialed 911, but didn't push send. Then, I grabbed my sorority paddle thing with the other hand and crept out of my room. The thought was that I would smack the burglar and then push send and call 911 while he was dazed.

Riiiight. Those of you who know me know that it's most likely that, had I been faced with a burglar, I would've dropped the phone and the paddle - probably on my foot - and fainted.

Anyhow, lucky for me, there was no burglar - it was the people in the other side of the duplex walking around and squeaking their floorboards, which are also my floorboards, but whatever.


Also, the new job is a gift straight from God.

Every morning I walk in and am greeted with the smell of a newspaper. The printing press is in the building, so the ink smell is all around. It's just great.

You know those old Folgers commercials where the people are all tired and then they open the coffee can and inhale deeply and are suddenly awake and dancing and stuff. Well, it's kinda like that, only I don't really dance.

I've told at least 15 people that "This is Eeds from the Kansas City Star," and then wonder why they act so surprised that I'm interested in why a tiny western Kansas town has a special question about recreation commissions on its ballot. Good thing people are patient around here.

The people I work with are nice, and I feel like there is a lot of room for me to grow here. I just feel incredibly blessed by the situation I've found myself in. But, then again, I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

Matt. 7:7: "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you."