“Diabolical Cuddliness”
http://www.comics.com/webmail/ViewStrip?key=53894135-63456414cd-FF
Thanks, Joanna. Way to stay on theme.
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JoeyGirl Says:
May 1st, 2007 at 7:56 am
I do what I can.
I was just glad to find that someone else talks to and is spoken to by their stuffed animals.
Friday, April 27, 2007
My Totem
Many of the people who read this blog might not know my totem. I am a bear. Jenny-bear to be exact. I earned this name for giving big bear hugs, early on in college. I have the coolest set of friends from that time.
Funnily, over the years, I’ve gotten more self-conscious of my hugs, and that ruins the whole process completely. But… I’m still a bear. For many reasons. I like to sleep all winter, eat large amounts, play in mountain streams, and I’m high protective of those I love and can be roused into bursts protective anger. I like to be solid, stallwart.
It was in anthropology class, that I learned that many native american tribes take an animal as a totem that represents the essential character of who the tribe is as a collective. I still like that idea. Think of it as my own personal mascot.
So Jenny… The cuddly, sleepy one who when finally aroused can tear apart many things. Sometimes I wonder when I will wake up.
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JoeyGirl Says:
May 1st, 2007 at 7:45 am
I’d say my totem was the penguin, but I don’t like freezing cold weather, I don’t like fish, I’m a horrible swimmer, and while I certainly mated for life, I’m not so sure about having kids and then leaving them with Patrick for the first several months. Although, really, that might not be a half bad idea…
Funnily, over the years, I’ve gotten more self-conscious of my hugs, and that ruins the whole process completely. But… I’m still a bear. For many reasons. I like to sleep all winter, eat large amounts, play in mountain streams, and I’m high protective of those I love and can be roused into bursts protective anger. I like to be solid, stallwart.
It was in anthropology class, that I learned that many native american tribes take an animal as a totem that represents the essential character of who the tribe is as a collective. I still like that idea. Think of it as my own personal mascot.
So Jenny… The cuddly, sleepy one who when finally aroused can tear apart many things. Sometimes I wonder when I will wake up.
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JoeyGirl Says:
May 1st, 2007 at 7:45 am
I’d say my totem was the penguin, but I don’t like freezing cold weather, I don’t like fish, I’m a horrible swimmer, and while I certainly mated for life, I’m not so sure about having kids and then leaving them with Patrick for the first several months. Although, really, that might not be a half bad idea…
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Joanna’s Birthday
It is officially 12:07 AM Eastern time, April 27. That means that Joanna has a whole 53 minutes of birthday left in Central time. I said that I was going to dedicate a post to her a couple of months ago. And here it is. It’s not so nice.
She has shown a remarkable ability to show how my desire to be a lounge singer/ cake decorator/ librarian is all related to my not-so-well-hidden desire to take over the world through manipulation. (See her comments to my last blog.) Joe Provine from high school would be so proud to see that my megalomania has progressed so far.
Speaking of Joe, he was the reason I couldn’t call my little sister Joey for a decade, a name that she now claims for herself! His name was Joey in grade school, and he liked to call my dear sis-Lester Bananna Frog. Brilliant. You see how it all comes together. Megalomania encourage by friends with an equal need to protect themselves from the incomparable verbal jousting of that sister of mine who would grow up to the ultimate English major. Actually, maybe we taught her the verbal jousting. Thinking about Joe is weird. It was Joe that encouraged me to read Asimov for the first time. Which is weird since I just finished listening to the book I-Robot and watching the movie by the same name (but drastically different plot) that has Will Smith in it. It is quite possibly that this reading genre, that Joe introduced me to, led me down that path to Megalomania. That or watching Pinky and the Brain. It’s hard to tell.
But to bring it back to Joanna. She wins the weirdest award, and I’m the sane one according to some. A fact that I still contest. In the meantime, may she remember the happy times when the quiz bowl team stole her shoes. But in the end, I have found my revenge to her claims concerning my manipulative purposes. She used “it’s” as a possessive pronoun in her comment instead of “its.” Ha ha ha ha…. I’ll blackmail her. Her students will all get higher grades on their term papers.
This email makes no sense, but Joanna will get it b/c she shares the memories. By the way, those shoes were really great. Oxfords should never die in fashion.
So here is my stream-of-consciousness, hopefully-funny post in honor of dear Joanna’s third annual 25th birthday. (The first annual 25th brithday being the year she actually turned 25. The math is harder than it seems.) Happy Birthday!!!!
p.s.
Believe it or not a lot of this is reminding me of CTY and OBU. So go with Ka-rip or sing American Pie. Swing a dance or marry drummer. Definitely adopt a penguin. It’s all good. =)
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JoeyGirl Says:
April 27th, 2007 at 5:18 am
Marvelous. Although if I go with KaRip right now, my students will think I have lost it completely, instead of only partially, as they suspect.
She has shown a remarkable ability to show how my desire to be a lounge singer/ cake decorator/ librarian is all related to my not-so-well-hidden desire to take over the world through manipulation. (See her comments to my last blog.) Joe Provine from high school would be so proud to see that my megalomania has progressed so far.
Speaking of Joe, he was the reason I couldn’t call my little sister Joey for a decade, a name that she now claims for herself! His name was Joey in grade school, and he liked to call my dear sis-Lester Bananna Frog. Brilliant. You see how it all comes together. Megalomania encourage by friends with an equal need to protect themselves from the incomparable verbal jousting of that sister of mine who would grow up to the ultimate English major. Actually, maybe we taught her the verbal jousting. Thinking about Joe is weird. It was Joe that encouraged me to read Asimov for the first time. Which is weird since I just finished listening to the book I-Robot and watching the movie by the same name (but drastically different plot) that has Will Smith in it. It is quite possibly that this reading genre, that Joe introduced me to, led me down that path to Megalomania. That or watching Pinky and the Brain. It’s hard to tell.
But to bring it back to Joanna. She wins the weirdest award, and I’m the sane one according to some. A fact that I still contest. In the meantime, may she remember the happy times when the quiz bowl team stole her shoes. But in the end, I have found my revenge to her claims concerning my manipulative purposes. She used “it’s” as a possessive pronoun in her comment instead of “its.” Ha ha ha ha…. I’ll blackmail her. Her students will all get higher grades on their term papers.
This email makes no sense, but Joanna will get it b/c she shares the memories. By the way, those shoes were really great. Oxfords should never die in fashion.
So here is my stream-of-consciousness, hopefully-funny post in honor of dear Joanna’s third annual 25th birthday. (The first annual 25th brithday being the year she actually turned 25. The math is harder than it seems.) Happy Birthday!!!!
p.s.
Believe it or not a lot of this is reminding me of CTY and OBU. So go with Ka-rip or sing American Pie. Swing a dance or marry drummer. Definitely adopt a penguin. It’s all good. =)
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JoeyGirl Says:
April 27th, 2007 at 5:18 am
Marvelous. Although if I go with KaRip right now, my students will think I have lost it completely, instead of only partially, as they suspect.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Registration and Weather-Related Phenomenon.
Howdy. Monday, Monday. Every other day of the week is fine. Oh ya. But when Monday comes…..
So here’s the info on how to post a comment. You first have to register with my blog, and you can find the register key under the heading meta. The magic computer will then send you a password to any valid email account, and then you can log on. Not too bad.
Now, the weather. I’ve always thought that storms and tornadoes and sunny days and rainbows and windy weather and mist and dewy days and misty days were all wonderful. Meteorology was on one of my extensive lists of what I wanted to do when I grow up. It was pretty high on list with other great careers such as lounge singing, cake decorating, and President of the US. (I’m willing to pay money to any one who could figure out a connection between those four fields b/c I sure can’t.)
But this last month has been exaspirating! 80 degree days, then snow, then rain, then 80 degrees… Ack! And I am now going to blame the weather for my mood swings. When the weather swings this much, I am almost positive that my moods start to change with it. We had a little thunderstorm tonight. Before it started when the wind was picking up, I was excited and antsy and couldn’t stay still. The storm finally broke later that evening when I was in a room with no windows, so I had no idea what was going on outside. Right before the clap of thunder, I was in tears…literally. Just one or two tears, nothing big, but I felt the world had fell to pieces, and then the thunder clapped, and I started to get better. This is the second time that this has happened, so I’m wondering about a pattern. Jenny the human weather barometer strikes again.
Well, I must go to bed, so later.
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JoeyGirl Says:
April 24th, 2007 at 10:41 am
Yea for instructions on how to comment!
I think I must say that if I had my druthers between an ugly, icky standard barometer and my beautiful Jenny the human weather barometer, I’d definitely choose you. Even if upkeep would cost more.
JoeyGirl Says:
April 25th, 2007 at 11:24 am
Oh, and the connection between the four occupations? Manipulation. You manipulate data with meterology, audiences with lounge singing, frosting with cake decorating, and people with politics. Not that you’re manipulative. You’re not. I promise.
All of the occupations are also all Jennirific.
So, what do I win?
jen_archaic Says:
April 25th, 2007 at 5:58 pm
Hmm. You got a b-day gift. Be thankful. You’re also forgiven for insinuating that I’m manipulative. LOL
JoeyGirl Says:
April 26th, 2007 at 7:53 am
Gasp! That’s why you want to be a librarian! You are going to manipulate small children minds! You’re life long ambition is finding it’s outlet! YOU’RE TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!!
Do I still get Lichtenstein if you do? Even if it has been invaded by Switzerland?
So here’s the info on how to post a comment. You first have to register with my blog, and you can find the register key under the heading meta. The magic computer will then send you a password to any valid email account, and then you can log on. Not too bad.
Now, the weather. I’ve always thought that storms and tornadoes and sunny days and rainbows and windy weather and mist and dewy days and misty days were all wonderful. Meteorology was on one of my extensive lists of what I wanted to do when I grow up. It was pretty high on list with other great careers such as lounge singing, cake decorating, and President of the US. (I’m willing to pay money to any one who could figure out a connection between those four fields b/c I sure can’t.)
But this last month has been exaspirating! 80 degree days, then snow, then rain, then 80 degrees… Ack! And I am now going to blame the weather for my mood swings. When the weather swings this much, I am almost positive that my moods start to change with it. We had a little thunderstorm tonight. Before it started when the wind was picking up, I was excited and antsy and couldn’t stay still. The storm finally broke later that evening when I was in a room with no windows, so I had no idea what was going on outside. Right before the clap of thunder, I was in tears…literally. Just one or two tears, nothing big, but I felt the world had fell to pieces, and then the thunder clapped, and I started to get better. This is the second time that this has happened, so I’m wondering about a pattern. Jenny the human weather barometer strikes again.
Well, I must go to bed, so later.
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JoeyGirl Says:
April 24th, 2007 at 10:41 am
Yea for instructions on how to comment!
I think I must say that if I had my druthers between an ugly, icky standard barometer and my beautiful Jenny the human weather barometer, I’d definitely choose you. Even if upkeep would cost more.
JoeyGirl Says:
April 25th, 2007 at 11:24 am
Oh, and the connection between the four occupations? Manipulation. You manipulate data with meterology, audiences with lounge singing, frosting with cake decorating, and people with politics. Not that you’re manipulative. You’re not. I promise.
All of the occupations are also all Jennirific.
So, what do I win?
jen_archaic Says:
April 25th, 2007 at 5:58 pm
Hmm. You got a b-day gift. Be thankful. You’re also forgiven for insinuating that I’m manipulative. LOL
JoeyGirl Says:
April 26th, 2007 at 7:53 am
Gasp! That’s why you want to be a librarian! You are going to manipulate small children minds! You’re life long ambition is finding it’s outlet! YOU’RE TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!!
Do I still get Lichtenstein if you do? Even if it has been invaded by Switzerland?
Friday, April 20, 2007
The Post to End all Posts
When they said that WWI was to be the “War to end all Wars,” There was another war called WWII that made them liars, so don’t take this title seriously. However, I do have an amazing amount of material to cover.
#1. I meant to write a philosophical post about a week ago on acting and life. There was this guy interviewing on NPR who felt that he did not discover his “true” self until he was acting. That in some way he was too inhibited to display his own thoughts, ideas, and emotions until he had the chance to pretend be someone else doing that very thing. I’m completely facinated. Once upon a time, I read that really famous book about masks in psychology class, but this was the first time, I had heard of a person using a purposeful mask as a way to take off the fake masks that we use everyday.
What was that book anyways? If any of my college friends are reading, it was from Dr. Roark’s class. Ah ha! Found it on google. The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life. A truly seminal work. (Now isn’t that a good used of seminal in a sentence? English teachers of the world be proud.)
As for myself, I feel torn between the dualing conceptions of myself either being either completely transparent or hopelessly masked. Can a person really be both transparent and masked? No, nope, not logical. Time to move on.
#2 Sunday night. Down in the dumps, I arrive at house church. Now, house church is always an upper for me. Just being with good, genuine people is totally refreshing. They let me cast out my woes, and I felt much better for doing it. In the end, I asked that they pray for my future decision-making and plans. I’ve been very concerned about making the right choice on where to go next, because it seems like I missed up the graduate school thing so badly in the past.
Well, what do you know… On Monday, I received a letter for a $3500 scholarship to OU in the mail. I went to work early that afternoon, but then had a message on my phone when I got home from OU. When I called the next morning, a lady offered me an assistantship (which means stipend and full tuition) as well !!!! So I ask my reading public. Is this a sign? It’s as close to a burning bush, neon sign, lightening strike as I’ve gotten in a long time. Of course, my sisters are bummed that I probably won’t move to Austin, but my parents are ecstatic! I hope this what I am supposed to do, b/c I like the idea very much.
#3 There was a number 3. There really was, but I don’t remember it. Oh, now I do. I love Hildago. The movie is awesome. Viggo Mortenson actually sounds like a cowboy from the west, and I can almost forgive him for his accent sounding like elvish when he’s talking Souix. I love the fact that there is a gigantic desert. I love the Nomads and Wild Bill, evil Bedouin plots, and the fiesty heroine who needs saving, I love the fact (spoiler ahead) that Viggo and girl at the end realize that the relationship can’t go anywhere’s but they leave with a chaste affection. I love the horse. The horse has a sense of humor, and you can tell. True, Hildago (the horsey hero) is played by two horses, but there was one main horse that did the acting, and rumor has it that Viggo bought him after the movie.
#4 There wasn’t going to be a number 4, but I have been ruminating on the aweful massacre at VT this week. I won’t go too much in detail, but we’ve got to start preaching love to the world. Not money or sex or acceptance or power. Not strength or intellingence or superiority. Love. Real, true, deep, self-sacrificing love. Love that doesn’t seek for self but reaches out to others. God’s love.
I’m trying to remember some themes to keep focused on this idea this week, and I want to make something physical to wear around to remind me.
My themes: Live the Life of Love; Life Counts; My Life is not Mine; redeemed for a purpose; love others
I really like the idea of being “redeemed” this week. 10 year ago this month, I could have easily died as I was living on the almost-bubble ward of MD Anderson Cancer Hospital. I couldn’t eat for a couple weeks, and I couldn’t even really take care of my own bodily functions. But God decided that I would live, and I can’t really ever forget that. We all owe our lives to God, but looking back, I can’t help but realize God kept me here. He saved some extra years for me, and I want to use them wisely. My life has been redeemed, and if I think about it, it’s not really my own. Nor has it ever been.
So here’s to the four-point post. I was serious on this one, but It has to happen sometime. Speaking of 4, think Jung, and his book was the other book I had to read for Dr. Roark’s class.
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#1. I meant to write a philosophical post about a week ago on acting and life. There was this guy interviewing on NPR who felt that he did not discover his “true” self until he was acting. That in some way he was too inhibited to display his own thoughts, ideas, and emotions until he had the chance to pretend be someone else doing that very thing. I’m completely facinated. Once upon a time, I read that really famous book about masks in psychology class, but this was the first time, I had heard of a person using a purposeful mask as a way to take off the fake masks that we use everyday.
What was that book anyways? If any of my college friends are reading, it was from Dr. Roark’s class. Ah ha! Found it on google. The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life. A truly seminal work. (Now isn’t that a good used of seminal in a sentence? English teachers of the world be proud.)
As for myself, I feel torn between the dualing conceptions of myself either being either completely transparent or hopelessly masked. Can a person really be both transparent and masked? No, nope, not logical. Time to move on.
#2 Sunday night. Down in the dumps, I arrive at house church. Now, house church is always an upper for me. Just being with good, genuine people is totally refreshing. They let me cast out my woes, and I felt much better for doing it. In the end, I asked that they pray for my future decision-making and plans. I’ve been very concerned about making the right choice on where to go next, because it seems like I missed up the graduate school thing so badly in the past.
Well, what do you know… On Monday, I received a letter for a $3500 scholarship to OU in the mail. I went to work early that afternoon, but then had a message on my phone when I got home from OU. When I called the next morning, a lady offered me an assistantship (which means stipend and full tuition) as well !!!! So I ask my reading public. Is this a sign? It’s as close to a burning bush, neon sign, lightening strike as I’ve gotten in a long time. Of course, my sisters are bummed that I probably won’t move to Austin, but my parents are ecstatic! I hope this what I am supposed to do, b/c I like the idea very much.
#3 There was a number 3. There really was, but I don’t remember it. Oh, now I do. I love Hildago. The movie is awesome. Viggo Mortenson actually sounds like a cowboy from the west, and I can almost forgive him for his accent sounding like elvish when he’s talking Souix. I love the fact that there is a gigantic desert. I love the Nomads and Wild Bill, evil Bedouin plots, and the fiesty heroine who needs saving, I love the fact (spoiler ahead) that Viggo and girl at the end realize that the relationship can’t go anywhere’s but they leave with a chaste affection. I love the horse. The horse has a sense of humor, and you can tell. True, Hildago (the horsey hero) is played by two horses, but there was one main horse that did the acting, and rumor has it that Viggo bought him after the movie.
#4 There wasn’t going to be a number 4, but I have been ruminating on the aweful massacre at VT this week. I won’t go too much in detail, but we’ve got to start preaching love to the world. Not money or sex or acceptance or power. Not strength or intellingence or superiority. Love. Real, true, deep, self-sacrificing love. Love that doesn’t seek for self but reaches out to others. God’s love.
I’m trying to remember some themes to keep focused on this idea this week, and I want to make something physical to wear around to remind me.
My themes: Live the Life of Love; Life Counts; My Life is not Mine; redeemed for a purpose; love others
I really like the idea of being “redeemed” this week. 10 year ago this month, I could have easily died as I was living on the almost-bubble ward of MD Anderson Cancer Hospital. I couldn’t eat for a couple weeks, and I couldn’t even really take care of my own bodily functions. But God decided that I would live, and I can’t really ever forget that. We all owe our lives to God, but looking back, I can’t help but realize God kept me here. He saved some extra years for me, and I want to use them wisely. My life has been redeemed, and if I think about it, it’s not really my own. Nor has it ever been.
So here’s to the four-point post. I was serious on this one, but It has to happen sometime. Speaking of 4, think Jung, and his book was the other book I had to read for Dr. Roark’s class.
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Blogging
I like blogging. It turns out it’s like a journal, but you get to edit it for others to enjoy. I especially like it when people tell me that they like the blog. It gives me a sense of accomplishment. So here a question… can anybody post on my blog? I don’t even know if any one has tried or not. If not, you can always email me…hint, hint.
Hey, cool thing today. I had to stop by OBF on an errand, and I got a chance to have a long chat with Pastor Win. I haven’t had a fun religious discussion in a long time. It hit on topics of Messianic Judaism, Women in the Ministry, Biblical Archaeology/ academica, Francis Schafer just to name a few. He even lent me a tape on Leah (wife of Jacob and sister of Rachel), when I mentioned that I like sticking up for the little people of the Bible. Not that Leah is little, but you get the point. She wasn’t exactly anybody’s (let’s say Jacob in particular) first pick.
Okay, that’s it for the evening, but more to come.
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April 11th, 2007 at 5:07 pm
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Hey, cool thing today. I had to stop by OBF on an errand, and I got a chance to have a long chat with Pastor Win. I haven’t had a fun religious discussion in a long time. It hit on topics of Messianic Judaism, Women in the Ministry, Biblical Archaeology/ academica, Francis Schafer just to name a few. He even lent me a tape on Leah (wife of Jacob and sister of Rachel), when I mentioned that I like sticking up for the little people of the Bible. Not that Leah is little, but you get the point. She wasn’t exactly anybody’s (let’s say Jacob in particular) first pick.
Okay, that’s it for the evening, but more to come.
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Forwards
Here’s a funny one. That my sister Jill sent me. I’ve filled it out and decided to share it with my blog.
Here it goes. Just looks what you started Jill. =)
1. My Real Name: Jenny Lynn Rempel
2. My GANGSTA NAME (first four letters of real name, plus izzle):
Jennizzle (I’ve got the best GANGSTA name!)
3 My DETECTIVE NAME (favorite color and animal):
I still haven’t figured out my favorite color. And Mulberry Bear doesn’t sound too good, unless he’s a friend of Pooh or Strawberry Shortcake or both.
4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, and childhood street):
How about Lynn Muddy-Road. She’s a daughter of Native American, Jazz muscians.
5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 3 letters of mom’s maiden name.)
Remjekoe. No choice. This is what I got, but it makes me want to start a marshall arts class.
6. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME (2nd favorite color & favorite drink)
I’m the Green Pepper!!
7. YOUR IRAQI NAME (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, any letter of your middle name, 2nd letter of your mom’s maiden name, 3rd letter of you dads middle name, 1st letter of a siblings first name, last letter of your moms middle name):
Emyoejy (and you must pronounce each vowel. emy-o-e-jy) Can I use this for my star wars name?
8. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME (grandmother/grandfathers first names):
E. E. Jacob-Henry
9. YOUR GOTH NAME (black, and the name of one your pets):
Black Beta… Joanna used most of our pets in her forward, so I’m suing for custody of Carissa’s fish in college!
Here it goes. Just looks what you started Jill. =)
1. My Real Name: Jenny Lynn Rempel
2. My GANGSTA NAME (first four letters of real name, plus izzle):
Jennizzle (I’ve got the best GANGSTA name!)
3 My DETECTIVE NAME (favorite color and animal):
I still haven’t figured out my favorite color. And Mulberry Bear doesn’t sound too good, unless he’s a friend of Pooh or Strawberry Shortcake or both.
4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, and childhood street):
How about Lynn Muddy-Road. She’s a daughter of Native American, Jazz muscians.
5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 3 letters of mom’s maiden name.)
Remjekoe. No choice. This is what I got, but it makes me want to start a marshall arts class.
6. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME (2nd favorite color & favorite drink)
I’m the Green Pepper!!
7. YOUR IRAQI NAME (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, any letter of your middle name, 2nd letter of your mom’s maiden name, 3rd letter of you dads middle name, 1st letter of a siblings first name, last letter of your moms middle name):
Emyoejy (and you must pronounce each vowel. emy-o-e-jy) Can I use this for my star wars name?
8. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME (grandmother/grandfathers first names):
E. E. Jacob-Henry
9. YOUR GOTH NAME (black, and the name of one your pets):
Black Beta… Joanna used most of our pets in her forward, so I’m suing for custody of Carissa’s fish in college!
Monday, April 9, 2007
Gloom, Despair, and Agony on me…
As Phillipa Gordan in the book “Anne of the Island” would say, “I am having a Jonah day.” Today, I feel unloved, ugly, unredeemable, and selfish. I might as well just jump overboard and get eaten by a whale. It’s my own fault anyways. I figure that three days of being masticated in whale saliva is similar to letting bad thoughts eat me up on the inside. And darn that vine that was shading me from the sun. Why did it have to just go and wilt on me? The day was bad enough already. I deserve that vine! (And to those readers who are scratching your heads, if you want to catch the Biblical reference, read Jonah. It’s only like 8 pages long. I even tried to read it in Hebrew once. It’s not going to kill you.)
Well, I got to remember. Jonah caused his own torture, and God was the one who was willing to save. It was Jonah with the bad attitude, not God.
And God is good.
All the time.
Now, if I can only can believe it…
p.s. I did get emails today. Two people now want to interview me soon. One who’s seen my resume (at the University of Illinois); one who hasn’t (the private school in Austin). Who’ld have thought?
Well, I got to remember. Jonah caused his own torture, and God was the one who was willing to save. It was Jonah with the bad attitude, not God.
And God is good.
All the time.
Now, if I can only can believe it…
p.s. I did get emails today. Two people now want to interview me soon. One who’s seen my resume (at the University of Illinois); one who hasn’t (the private school in Austin). Who’ld have thought?
Friday, April 6, 2007
Snow and Redbud Trees
I had the strangest occurence today. While driving to work, it began snowing huge snow clumps for the sky. It was fairly light outside, although the sun wasn’t shining, and the grass and new leaves were still a beautiful spring green despite the near freezing temperatures. I drove slowly taking in the view. The redbud trees added another touch of color. Ther are at the height of their magenta budding. To make things even stranger, there was man mowing the lawn as it snowed. I wish you could be there to see the sights. My words do not do the scene justice.
Today’s view ranks with seeing rainbows after sunset and driving on orange streets after a storm.
Well, that’s it for today. Work was short. My project for tomorrow was cancelled. It’s just me in the weekend.
Today’s view ranks with seeing rainbows after sunset and driving on orange streets after a storm.
Well, that’s it for today. Work was short. My project for tomorrow was cancelled. It’s just me in the weekend.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Revealing the Outcome
The unidentified female from the last post was successfully freed from her bonds this week. Praise God, the applications are all in, and while her mailbox at work is still missing, both the temp agency and her place of work has acknowledged her existence. She didn’t even have to hunt for a chair to sit down at her desk one time this week. Somebody had kindly left one for her.
(I haven’t mentioned this about work, but there aren’t enough chairs at work, so if people are working overtime, I have to work in the “stand-up” area where the computers are up high enough to work at standing up. Once the first shift gets off, there’s more than plenty chairs.)
Okay, I’m done with the third person bit. There is even more good news. My battery charger didn’t break after all. (Imagine me with huge sheepish look.) It turns out I didn’t take out a thin bit of plastic that kept the batteries from charging. I got to use my rechargeable batteries for the first time this evening, and they worked very well!
Here’s the new news in the land of Jenny. My little sister, Joanna, has successfully convienced me to apply to Summit Christian Academy to be a history teacher in the fall. At this point, the school is about to beg for me to come from what Joanna reports. Here’s the kicker. My little sister helped me get my very first job away from the farm, so I’ve been reluctant for her to arrange this one too. But beggers can’t be chosers, and in short time, I could see me taken on the role of begger if I don’t get a higher paying job or go back to school. Pride can be highly overated in these situations.
(I haven’t mentioned this about work, but there aren’t enough chairs at work, so if people are working overtime, I have to work in the “stand-up” area where the computers are up high enough to work at standing up. Once the first shift gets off, there’s more than plenty chairs.)
Okay, I’m done with the third person bit. There is even more good news. My battery charger didn’t break after all. (Imagine me with huge sheepish look.) It turns out I didn’t take out a thin bit of plastic that kept the batteries from charging. I got to use my rechargeable batteries for the first time this evening, and they worked very well!
Here’s the new news in the land of Jenny. My little sister, Joanna, has successfully convienced me to apply to Summit Christian Academy to be a history teacher in the fall. At this point, the school is about to beg for me to come from what Joanna reports. Here’s the kicker. My little sister helped me get my very first job away from the farm, so I’ve been reluctant for her to arrange this one too. But beggers can’t be chosers, and in short time, I could see me taken on the role of begger if I don’t get a higher paying job or go back to school. Pride can be highly overated in these situations.
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