Beth and I are going Christmas shopping tomorrow. That oughta be interesting. I don't know any of the good places up there. I hope Beth has some ideas.
There's a microwave in the back of my car. I need to go get it out. ::sigh:: I wish I had a guy here to go get it for me. It's too heavy for me.
And a lamp. There's a lamp out there too.
I guess I should go do those things so I can leave for Clear Creek.
Okay. Bye.
Friday, December 09, 2005
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Definitely a Little Princess
Aaaw. Isn't she sweet, too? This is Michelle, everyone. She is my God-daughter. This photo was taken last year at Christmas time, but she still looks the same. She's a cutie!
Hi Michelle!!!! I'll see you tomorrow!
Now I need to find a picture of Becky....
Hello Everybody
I just got bored with there not being a new post.
That's all.
Today is the Feast of the Immaculate Conception.
I love the Catholic Church. We celebrate cool things. ::giggles:: Of course, Lent is a trial, but oh well. Easter more than makes up for it.
That's all.
Today is the Feast of the Immaculate Conception.
I love the Catholic Church. We celebrate cool things. ::giggles:: Of course, Lent is a trial, but oh well. Easter more than makes up for it.
Monday, December 05, 2005
That'll Wake You Up
What is it about my car that causes people to turn into Hit-and-Run drivers?
I don't understand.
I had just left Mass this morning, and had turned down a certain street, innocently on my way home for half an hour before I had to be off to work, when I saw an ugly truck--the kind I call pretty-boy trucks because they have no purpose other than looky ridiculously expensive.
I had just thought, "Why do people *buy* those things??" when I suddenly realized that pretty-boy truck was pulling out of a neighborhood, and had every intention of hitting me.
Okay, once again, I don't necessarily *love* my car, but I absolutely did not want that stupid truck to eat it!
So I slammed on my brakes and my horn. Or I slammed down on my horn and my brakes. I have no idea which came first.
Well, that didn't work too well because he hit me anyway. (I'm assuming it was a male driver. I'm not really certain because the windows were so darn tinted...just like a pretty-boy truck.)
Then I believed I screamed, because I realized that dumb truck was going to hit me afterall.
And he did. The very end of me. In the exact same place the first hit-and-run driver hit me.
My poor little car.
Oh, yes, so I pulled over, and sat there for a second. The truck pulled back into the neighborhood. Sat there for a minute, then left. Yes. Just left. Drove away.
I was shocked. And I wasn't.
Oh well.
You can't really tell unless you know what my car looked like *before* it was hit.
::sigh::
At least neither of us got hurt.
And I'm not dead.
I'm happy about that.
I don't understand.
I had just left Mass this morning, and had turned down a certain street, innocently on my way home for half an hour before I had to be off to work, when I saw an ugly truck--the kind I call pretty-boy trucks because they have no purpose other than looky ridiculously expensive.
I had just thought, "Why do people *buy* those things??" when I suddenly realized that pretty-boy truck was pulling out of a neighborhood, and had every intention of hitting me.
Okay, once again, I don't necessarily *love* my car, but I absolutely did not want that stupid truck to eat it!
So I slammed on my brakes and my horn. Or I slammed down on my horn and my brakes. I have no idea which came first.
Well, that didn't work too well because he hit me anyway. (I'm assuming it was a male driver. I'm not really certain because the windows were so darn tinted...just like a pretty-boy truck.)
Then I believed I screamed, because I realized that dumb truck was going to hit me afterall.
And he did. The very end of me. In the exact same place the first hit-and-run driver hit me.
My poor little car.
Oh, yes, so I pulled over, and sat there for a second. The truck pulled back into the neighborhood. Sat there for a minute, then left. Yes. Just left. Drove away.
I was shocked. And I wasn't.
Oh well.
You can't really tell unless you know what my car looked like *before* it was hit.
::sigh::
At least neither of us got hurt.
And I'm not dead.
I'm happy about that.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Moving to Clear Creek
I have decided that I am moving to Clear Creek mid to late January.
I hadn't told my parents that yet, but I guess I just did.
That will be interesting. Odd, really. I've been living with my aunt for a year and four months now, and with my grandparents for a month before that, so I'm sure moving *back* with my parents will take some adjusting.
It will be hard to leave OKC. I have so many family members and friends here.
Kelly and Mary are here--two of my sisters-19 and 18 years old.
My cousins are all here. Especially April and Marcy. I'm always seeing them!
My aunt Nancy, of course.
My grandparents.
And who could forget the Nolans? I'm at either Dan, Andrea and Shelley's house, or at their parents, two, three or four times a week.
This is going to be hard.
But I think it's worth it.
In Clear Creek I've got:
Dad.
Mom.
Beth.
Bryan.
John.
Becky.
Hunter.
Michelle.
Therese.
Nine reasons. All very good.
Then a few and a couple monks. That's always a plus.
And a few good Catholic families. All diverse and complete with their own extremely interesting stories.
And, on at of all of that, my family has 100 acres of land up there. Gorgeous, beautiful, hike-able land. Smack in the middle of Cherokee Indian country.
It will be good.
I hadn't told my parents that yet, but I guess I just did.
That will be interesting. Odd, really. I've been living with my aunt for a year and four months now, and with my grandparents for a month before that, so I'm sure moving *back* with my parents will take some adjusting.
It will be hard to leave OKC. I have so many family members and friends here.
Kelly and Mary are here--two of my sisters-19 and 18 years old.
My cousins are all here. Especially April and Marcy. I'm always seeing them!
My aunt Nancy, of course.
My grandparents.
And who could forget the Nolans? I'm at either Dan, Andrea and Shelley's house, or at their parents, two, three or four times a week.
This is going to be hard.
But I think it's worth it.
In Clear Creek I've got:
Dad.
Mom.
Beth.
Bryan.
John.
Becky.
Hunter.
Michelle.
Therese.
Nine reasons. All very good.
Then a few and a couple monks. That's always a plus.
And a few good Catholic families. All diverse and complete with their own extremely interesting stories.
And, on at of all of that, my family has 100 acres of land up there. Gorgeous, beautiful, hike-able land. Smack in the middle of Cherokee Indian country.
It will be good.
Writing
::drums fingers impatiently:: You would *think* that writing a short story would not be that challenging.
Well.
It is.
Why? Can somebody tell me that? Why? Why has it been two years since I've written anything of worth? Because I certainly don't know. I have a theory or two, but theories are not reasons, and they do not alleviate frustration.
God mystifies me. Be quiet. I know He's supposed to. But I feel like stating it. I am completely stumped.
Some day I'm going to be able to write again. I just have to keep trying. I'm not going to give up. I want to write. I. want. to. write. And I'm too stubborn to give up. Way, way too stubborn. Therefore, it will happen.
There's a reason for it. God has a reason for it. I don't even have to know what it is. Now, or ever. I just know it's there.
Jesu ufam tobie.
Incredibly, I have seen good come from my writer's block. Isn't that odd? I wouldn't have expected it. But it has. And it's...cool. That's why I don't usually stress about not writing. But I am tonight...sometimes it just catches up to me.
Dear God, do with me what Thou wilt.
I'm here.
And I will be here.
Waiting.
helloooo?
::sigh::
Well.
It is.
Why? Can somebody tell me that? Why? Why has it been two years since I've written anything of worth? Because I certainly don't know. I have a theory or two, but theories are not reasons, and they do not alleviate frustration.
God mystifies me. Be quiet. I know He's supposed to. But I feel like stating it. I am completely stumped.
Some day I'm going to be able to write again. I just have to keep trying. I'm not going to give up. I want to write. I. want. to. write. And I'm too stubborn to give up. Way, way too stubborn. Therefore, it will happen.
There's a reason for it. God has a reason for it. I don't even have to know what it is. Now, or ever. I just know it's there.
Jesu ufam tobie.
Incredibly, I have seen good come from my writer's block. Isn't that odd? I wouldn't have expected it. But it has. And it's...cool. That's why I don't usually stress about not writing. But I am tonight...sometimes it just catches up to me.
Dear God, do with me what Thou wilt.
I'm here.
And I will be here.
Waiting.
helloooo?
::sigh::
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Baby Girl
This is the most adorable little sister in the whole world.
Therese Dominique.
This picture was taken about...oh...seven months ago, I think.
Aaaaw. Isn't she sweet?
I was actually looking for a photo of Beth, but I couldn't find one. Then I ran across this picture, so I decided to post it.
Oh. By the way (*John*), Therese is doing just fine now. We aren't really sure what was wrong with her, but she's over it now, and back to her normal, sassy self.
She's so cuuuuuuuute.
"Tracy's Insanity" Indeed.
Once upon a time, in a land called Far Away...
There was a little boy who liked to wear a certain color.
Gold.
Any shade of gold.
The boy loved gold.
But his mother was a strange woman. She didn't like to see her son walking around dressed only in gold, so she would often make him break the monotony by dressing him in black, and green, and red, and blue, and...well--the list goes on.
Mother liked many colors. Boy liked one.
Gold.
Mother often wondered where Boy's fascination with gold came from, but she never quite figured it out. The closest she ever came was when she thought back to the time that Boy fell into a vat of molten gold at the local Gold Purifiying Factory.
The problem was she simply thought of it. She drew no conclusions. She never quite put two and two together (some people are totally incapable of this), and therefore never realized that Boy had been dipped in Special Gold. Magic Gold. Mystically Altered Gold.
The Gold added particular brain-cells needed to ponder certain mysteries of life, and to love gold to the fullest extent. But Mother was never to know this, for she did not have the brain-cells needed to possess this knowledge.
As Boy grew to adulthood physically, so did he grow mentally. He came to understand that Simple Folk did not, and could not, understand his fascination for Gold, and so he no longer needed Mother to cause him to dress in other colors. He understood that being dressed only in Gold caused much attention to be drawn to him--some of it pleasing, but most of it undesirable.
All was well with Boy until he was fully grown. He did all that was required of a loving son, and then he set out on his own once he become a man. Mother was sad to see him go, but he had never fooled her. She knew his love for Gold had never dissipated, and she knew he must go in search of it. And search he did. For years Boy searched. He found much Gold, but he was never quite satisfied with what he found. Somehow--he always wanted more. Not quantity--oh no, Boy wasn't greedy--but quality. "Golder," he would think. "Brighter," he would say. And the search would continue.
Soon, Boy began to only glance at the Gold, and noting that it was not as gold and as bright as he would like, he would continue on without stopping to inspect. Then came the day that he did not even glance. He only continued walking. Searching for that one piece of Gold.
Then he ran into Tracy and told her that she was on the computer way too late, and that she needed to get some sleep before she made herself sick.
So goodnight everybody!
There was a little boy who liked to wear a certain color.
Gold.
Any shade of gold.
The boy loved gold.
But his mother was a strange woman. She didn't like to see her son walking around dressed only in gold, so she would often make him break the monotony by dressing him in black, and green, and red, and blue, and...well--the list goes on.
Mother liked many colors. Boy liked one.
Gold.
Mother often wondered where Boy's fascination with gold came from, but she never quite figured it out. The closest she ever came was when she thought back to the time that Boy fell into a vat of molten gold at the local Gold Purifiying Factory.
The problem was she simply thought of it. She drew no conclusions. She never quite put two and two together (some people are totally incapable of this), and therefore never realized that Boy had been dipped in Special Gold. Magic Gold. Mystically Altered Gold.
The Gold added particular brain-cells needed to ponder certain mysteries of life, and to love gold to the fullest extent. But Mother was never to know this, for she did not have the brain-cells needed to possess this knowledge.
As Boy grew to adulthood physically, so did he grow mentally. He came to understand that Simple Folk did not, and could not, understand his fascination for Gold, and so he no longer needed Mother to cause him to dress in other colors. He understood that being dressed only in Gold caused much attention to be drawn to him--some of it pleasing, but most of it undesirable.
All was well with Boy until he was fully grown. He did all that was required of a loving son, and then he set out on his own once he become a man. Mother was sad to see him go, but he had never fooled her. She knew his love for Gold had never dissipated, and she knew he must go in search of it. And search he did. For years Boy searched. He found much Gold, but he was never quite satisfied with what he found. Somehow--he always wanted more. Not quantity--oh no, Boy wasn't greedy--but quality. "Golder," he would think. "Brighter," he would say. And the search would continue.
Soon, Boy began to only glance at the Gold, and noting that it was not as gold and as bright as he would like, he would continue on without stopping to inspect. Then came the day that he did not even glance. He only continued walking. Searching for that one piece of Gold.
Then he ran into Tracy and told her that she was on the computer way too late, and that she needed to get some sleep before she made herself sick.
So goodnight everybody!
This Is Fun
I like posting pictures!
I wish I could find more....
Ah well.
This is Marcy and Laura, just after Laura's wedding last Saturday.
Marcy was the Maid of Honor.
Aaaaw.
I Said I Would, So...
Okay, John.
I'm posting this photo for you.
From left to right:
Kevin, Dan, John (my sister's boyfriend--haha, Mary!), my sister Mary, *Marcy*, me, Lauren, and Caitlin. And Solomon is in the front.
Marcy--you can't be mad at me for posting this picture! I told you I was going to post one...and at least it has a lot of people in it. ;)
Thursday, December 01, 2005
God Is Very Good
I went rock climbing this evening, and I am very happy because my knee handled it very well. It complained a couple of times as I was beginning a climb, but it stayed located. I was worried about it trying to dislocate like it did three weeks ago, but it decided it had had enough of that kind of pain, and stayed right where it was supposed to stay.
Jared was not working tonight, which was fine with me...unless you ask Jake. If you ask Jake, I was horribly dissapointed, and the only reason I'm going back next week is in the hope of finding Jared working. But if you ask Andrea, she'd say I had forgotten about Jared until we pulled into the parking lot of the climbing center.
Andrea is very smart. :)
I performed my good deed (and act of charity!) for the day after we went rock climbing. Andrea and I took ice cream to a dying man. Honestly. He was dying of boredom. He also ate too much ice cream. I hope he isn't regretting it now, because he also ate mine! But if he has a stomach ache, then he half-way deserves it because he gave me coffee in a mug that shouted "ARMY". He's getting his loyalties mixed up.
Hey, y'all have heard of abs of steel, right? Well...ANDREA has CALVES of steel!!! Seriously! She walked through a metal-detector tonight, and it kept buzzing at her. The nice guard man had to wand her. Well, at first we thought it was the pins in her cute curly hair which were causing the thing to go off, but the wand said it was her calves.
*How weird is that?????*
After all of that, I went to my brother's house to tell him goodbye. He is leaving for England tomorrow, and I won't see him until Christmas.
Only a brother like Marc could make simply standing in a garage a very pleasant experience.
So, Marc, here's to many nights of standing in a garage talking about things from cigarettes and attention, to light bulbs and hour-glasses. I love you, and I'll be praying for you. I'm proud of you.
Time passes and hurts fade. Love guides it all. Thank You, God.
Pax. :)
Jared was not working tonight, which was fine with me...unless you ask Jake. If you ask Jake, I was horribly dissapointed, and the only reason I'm going back next week is in the hope of finding Jared working. But if you ask Andrea, she'd say I had forgotten about Jared until we pulled into the parking lot of the climbing center.
Andrea is very smart. :)
I performed my good deed (and act of charity!) for the day after we went rock climbing. Andrea and I took ice cream to a dying man. Honestly. He was dying of boredom. He also ate too much ice cream. I hope he isn't regretting it now, because he also ate mine! But if he has a stomach ache, then he half-way deserves it because he gave me coffee in a mug that shouted "ARMY". He's getting his loyalties mixed up.
Hey, y'all have heard of abs of steel, right? Well...ANDREA has CALVES of steel!!! Seriously! She walked through a metal-detector tonight, and it kept buzzing at her. The nice guard man had to wand her. Well, at first we thought it was the pins in her cute curly hair which were causing the thing to go off, but the wand said it was her calves.
*How weird is that?????*
After all of that, I went to my brother's house to tell him goodbye. He is leaving for England tomorrow, and I won't see him until Christmas.
Only a brother like Marc could make simply standing in a garage a very pleasant experience.
So, Marc, here's to many nights of standing in a garage talking about things from cigarettes and attention, to light bulbs and hour-glasses. I love you, and I'll be praying for you. I'm proud of you.
Time passes and hurts fade. Love guides it all. Thank You, God.
Pax. :)
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Cool
I can't believe I got so many comments on my last post by only stating that I was being sweet.
I talked to Kk tonight. She and I hadn't talked for over a week, and she's definitely on the five-day timeline, so it was way time for another hour-long conversation.
She had to go before we were finished catching up, though, because she had to drive home, and she hasn't quite mastered the art of talking on the phone while driving a standard.
She and I made a pact. She says she'll go on the Pilgrimage next year if I'll go. ...Ummm...if I can save the money, I'll go, Kk! We are going to pray to Our Lady for me to be able to get the money...hmmmmmm. I have to go this next year, anyway, because MARCY is going (*IS* *GOING*, Marcy!), and so are Mary, Ginny and Beth...we hope!...and I have to go with them! It will be an awesome trip. There is nothing on this earth that can compare to the Chartres Pilgrimage. It's incredible. Absolutely incredible.
::thinks back on the first sentence of this post:: I have no idea how I got off on the subject of the Walk. I'm going to bed!
;)
I talked to Kk tonight. She and I hadn't talked for over a week, and she's definitely on the five-day timeline, so it was way time for another hour-long conversation.
She had to go before we were finished catching up, though, because she had to drive home, and she hasn't quite mastered the art of talking on the phone while driving a standard.
She and I made a pact. She says she'll go on the Pilgrimage next year if I'll go. ...Ummm...if I can save the money, I'll go, Kk! We are going to pray to Our Lady for me to be able to get the money...hmmmmmm. I have to go this next year, anyway, because MARCY is going (*IS* *GOING*, Marcy!), and so are Mary, Ginny and Beth...we hope!...and I have to go with them! It will be an awesome trip. There is nothing on this earth that can compare to the Chartres Pilgrimage. It's incredible. Absolutely incredible.
::thinks back on the first sentence of this post:: I have no idea how I got off on the subject of the Walk. I'm going to bed!
;)
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Congratulations, Doug and Laura
It was a beautiful wedding.
Laura's dress was gorgeous.
*Laura* was gorgeous.
The bride's maids were beautiful. Marcy, I *loved* your tiara!!!
The reception was fun.
Kevin and Mike and Christian, your songs were hilarious!
Beth caught the bouquet. (Congratulations, Little Lizzie.)
Kevin caught the garter.
But I've decided that whole catching the bouquet/garter thing does not work. I've caught the bouquet twice. I refused to even try this time. I kept my hands behind my back.
Maybe I'll write more tomorrow. It's just too late tonight. :)
I'll keep y'all updated and Beth and Kevin.
Laura's dress was gorgeous.
*Laura* was gorgeous.
The bride's maids were beautiful. Marcy, I *loved* your tiara!!!
The reception was fun.
Kevin and Mike and Christian, your songs were hilarious!
Beth caught the bouquet. (Congratulations, Little Lizzie.)
Kevin caught the garter.
But I've decided that whole catching the bouquet/garter thing does not work. I've caught the bouquet twice. I refused to even try this time. I kept my hands behind my back.
Maybe I'll write more tomorrow. It's just too late tonight. :)
I'll keep y'all updated and Beth and Kevin.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Thanks for the Prayers
The mother is doing better.
She's still in ICU, but that's all I know.
No news is good news, I suppose.
She's still in ICU, but that's all I know.
No news is good news, I suppose.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Prayers
There is a woman who attends my church who had a baby just yesterday. This woman's family had a hard last time year when the mother lost her last baby just days before her due date. This pregnancy had them all on edge, and they went in early to deliver the baby due to the mother having high blood-pressure. The baby is doing fine, but we just heard that the mother stopped breathing for a little bit tonight around 10:00. They don't know what caused it, but they have moved her to Intensive Care.
So, any prayers would be appreciated. I'll post again when I know more.
Thanks.
So, any prayers would be appreciated. I'll post again when I know more.
Thanks.
Happy Thanksgiving!!!!
"...Even if it is a Protestant holiday."
::shakes head and laughs::
I heard someone say that today, and it made me laugh.
I am waiting for my sister Kelly. We are going to ride together to my uncle Donald's house for Thanksgiving lunch. After that, we are going out to my grandparents' house for Thanksgiving dinner.
Lots of food.
Lots.
Every year my uncle makes a ton of food because he expects me and my 12 siblings to eat it all. We never do. And every year he makes the same amount, if not more.
I hate it.
Don't get me wrong! He is a *great* cook! *But* I hate that we don't eat more than we do because it looks like we don't like it, and we don't appreciate the effort he put into making everything.
::sigh:: Oh well.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody--Protestant or Catholic!!
::giggles::
::shakes head and laughs::
I heard someone say that today, and it made me laugh.
I am waiting for my sister Kelly. We are going to ride together to my uncle Donald's house for Thanksgiving lunch. After that, we are going out to my grandparents' house for Thanksgiving dinner.
Lots of food.
Lots.
Every year my uncle makes a ton of food because he expects me and my 12 siblings to eat it all. We never do. And every year he makes the same amount, if not more.
I hate it.
Don't get me wrong! He is a *great* cook! *But* I hate that we don't eat more than we do because it looks like we don't like it, and we don't appreciate the effort he put into making everything.
::sigh:: Oh well.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody--Protestant or Catholic!!
::giggles::
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Question
Does anyone know the difference between skeet and trap?
*Is* there a difference?
My cousin thinks the difference is what the clay pigeon comes from...I think he's right. But I'm not sure.
?
*Is* there a difference?
My cousin thinks the difference is what the clay pigeon comes from...I think he's right. But I'm not sure.
?
The Day Before Thanksgiving
At this time last year we were all talking about April's wedding.
Now we're talking about Laura's.
Wow.
I wonder who it will be next year?
Anyone?
hm.
Maybe Justin's. But maybe he'll already have been married. Perhaps we'll still be talking about, though.
Wow. After Rodney's wedding and Justin's wedding, there won't be any more! After a year and a half of weddings to look forward to, it's going to be bit boring.
I love weddings. I don't love being the Maid of Honor, though. Well, I do and I don't. It's an honor to be the Maid of Honor, but it's also embarrassing to be the first girl in a pretty dress to walk down the aisle. Everybody looks at you, and you don't know where to look.
But I smiled, darn it. ;)
Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow, everyone!
Now we're talking about Laura's.
Wow.
I wonder who it will be next year?
Anyone?
hm.
Maybe Justin's. But maybe he'll already have been married. Perhaps we'll still be talking about, though.
Wow. After Rodney's wedding and Justin's wedding, there won't be any more! After a year and a half of weddings to look forward to, it's going to be bit boring.
I love weddings. I don't love being the Maid of Honor, though. Well, I do and I don't. It's an honor to be the Maid of Honor, but it's also embarrassing to be the first girl in a pretty dress to walk down the aisle. Everybody looks at you, and you don't know where to look.
But I smiled, darn it. ;)
Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow, everyone!
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