Yesterday my parents and I were rifling through weeds looking for jewelry that was stolen from us and then likely thrown from a moving car. There's an extremely cool story there, but you should ask my mother about it, since it's really her story to tell.
Anyway, Mom and Dad were pretty regularly finding bracelets or knick knacks, but I never found a thing. As time went on, the only thing I could think was, "I am definitely not a Hufflepuff."
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Random Has a New Name
In what game will you debate the number of people to whom you can give wedgies, nearly break a TV during a dazzling can-can routine, bark like a rabid dog, and shoot snot on people while humming the national anthem?
Quelfy quelfy quelf!
It's just Quelf. The rest was my excitement.
I brought my favorite game to the Monahan's for college night, and Abby promptly hid it. *shakes fist* I eventually got her to confess its location, but had no luck convincing anyone to play, despite my best efforts.
"Wow, this is a scintillating conversation! You know what else I like? Quelf."
"I'm so full from eating that brownie, which reminds me of how much I want to play Quelf."
"Quelf?"
"ANYONE WANT TO PLAY QUELF!?"
Thankfully, after I had given up all hope, Jake suggested, "Let's play Quelf." Dear reader, I thought I might explode. You know those moments when you are feeling VERY BIG EMOTIONS but don't want to show it? That was me, trying to withhold my smile and act very calm and nonchalant.
"Do you--ahem, are you sure? Quelf? You want to play Quelf?"
I looked nervously around the room at faces that were grinning at my inability to keep my ecstasy in check.
"OKAY I'LL GO SEE IF ANYONE ELSE WANTS TO PLAY!"
And before they could protest, I flounced out of the room. It was not one of my best moments.
But I do love Quelf.
The aforementioned hilarious events took place, and when it was all done, everyone was a huge fan of the game! No wait, that's what happened in my head. Everyone complained and mumbled on their way out, which was absurd because I heard them laughing. They had a good time. I fail to understand how people can have so much fun but never want to do it again.
Because the way I see it, it's a very good exchange to allow yourself to look like a fool and be laughed at for the chance to watch six other people look foolish and laugh at them.
Quelfy quelfy quelf!
It's just Quelf. The rest was my excitement.
I brought my favorite game to the Monahan's for college night, and Abby promptly hid it. *shakes fist* I eventually got her to confess its location, but had no luck convincing anyone to play, despite my best efforts.
"Wow, this is a scintillating conversation! You know what else I like? Quelf."
"I'm so full from eating that brownie, which reminds me of how much I want to play Quelf."
"Quelf?"
"ANYONE WANT TO PLAY QUELF!?"
Thankfully, after I had given up all hope, Jake suggested, "Let's play Quelf." Dear reader, I thought I might explode. You know those moments when you are feeling VERY BIG EMOTIONS but don't want to show it? That was me, trying to withhold my smile and act very calm and nonchalant.
"Do you--ahem, are you sure? Quelf? You want to play Quelf?"
I looked nervously around the room at faces that were grinning at my inability to keep my ecstasy in check.
"OKAY I'LL GO SEE IF ANYONE ELSE WANTS TO PLAY!"
And before they could protest, I flounced out of the room. It was not one of my best moments.
But I do love Quelf.
The aforementioned hilarious events took place, and when it was all done, everyone was a huge fan of the game! No wait, that's what happened in my head. Everyone complained and mumbled on their way out, which was absurd because I heard them laughing. They had a good time. I fail to understand how people can have so much fun but never want to do it again.
Because the way I see it, it's a very good exchange to allow yourself to look like a fool and be laughed at for the chance to watch six other people look foolish and laugh at them.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Doctor Who S01E02 "The End of the World" Semi-Live Blog
"I am so impressive."
"You wish."
My OTPs are always big with the banter, and Doctor/Rose is no exception.
I love that the first thing we see of the future is.....a grate! lol. Did the editors make a mistake, or is this a comment on the unchangingness of humanity?
Angsty!Nine, taking his companion to her planet's death.
I see whut you did thur.
You want someone to feel your pain?
What a jerk, Nine.
I love you.
Even though I wholly believe the Doctor is undermining Rose, he is genuinely excited to see her see aliens for the first time.
I would totally take air from the Doctor's lungs as a gift. As Jabe says, "...so intimate!"
Alien flirting. Awesome.
I love when DW gets all funny about the future looking back at our time. Five billion years from now, people will think ostriches had wingspans of 50 feet and could blow fire out of their nostrils. Of course, this opens so many thought-doors of what we incorrectly assume about the past.
I love that Rose goes through culture shock. It's not like the Doctor made it easy for her. Aliens galore, happily overseeing the death of her planet.
Similarly, I'm ecstatic that Rose realizes what a stupid move it was to just jump into a "spaceship" with a strange man. NOT A SMART MOVE outside of kiddie television.
Rose/Doctor is best because she refuses to let him have the upper hand. She won't let him get carried away with his angst or singularity. She makes him think of others.
Life Lesson: Racial purity leads to 708 plastic surgeries resulting in becoming a jerk trampoline. Do not be racist!
Got it in one. The Doctor = self-destructive.
More hints of the Doctor's past. I remember being SO INTRIGUED and frustrated that more wasn't revealed and quick.
Sci fi absurdity. Why are there spinny metal wheels of death directly above the walkway? Stupid.
Why would Jack/Face of Boe host the viewing of the end of Earth? Sentimental? Out for profit? Yeah, yeah, maybe I shouldn't overthink a bit of retconning.
Sassy!Doctor. I like.
Jabe called him a Time Lord!
Goodbye Jabe...
The Doctor inspires such devotion from people, it's ridiculous. And they often end up dying for him.
This is why I love this show! So subversively angsty!
Goodbye Earth...
All in all, not a great first adventure for Rose.
In fact, I'm super impressed she decided to keep travelling with him.
"Everything has its time and everything dies."
This. This! This is a great quote to sum up the different worldviews of naive!Rose and sullen!Doctor at the beginning of the relationship. Oh how different they will become!
Epic hand hold. This ship. It kills me.
And then the Doctor shares a bit of himself with Rose. His planet is also gone because they lost a war (oh, leaving out a bit of your culpability, eh, Doctor?), and now he is the last of the Time Lords.
"There's me."
"You've seen how dangerous it is. You want to go home?"
"I dunno. I want--can you smell chips? I want chips!"
Perfect ship is perfect. Their honesty is fantastic. Her ability to make him laugh is lovely. His desire to protect her is lovely.
And with two big smiles and an arm cling, the episode concludes.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Wedding Crasher
I am becoming a professional wedding crasher, if you understand that to mean I keep getting invited to weddings of people I don't know. As Josh said, "I figured this would be one of those weddings where three people stay on the dance floor the entire time, and everyone else will say, "Who ARE they?" And it'll be you, Lindsay, and Ashley."
Mostly true.
Nick's brother got married yesterday, and I don't know how I became the general Wineinger plus one (though I suspect Lindsay had some sneaky ulterior motives). Regardless, I'm glad I was!
I can tell I've gotten older because I've stopped be embarrassed by everything. The twins have this friend who likes to cause trouble, and he watched me watch Jake get up from the table. The friend smirked and said, "I saw you checking him out." Momentary panic, but then I just said, "Yeah. He looks really good in those pants."
Most of the eating time of the reception was filled with random, slightly weird conversation, of which I wholly approve! Lindsay felt bad, but then she threw up and it was all better. Hahaha, not that I advocate throwing up as a viable medicinal option, but the change it made was remarkable.
Then there was dancing, except the DJ was kind of awful, spending half the time with cutesy planned dances for the bride or for kiddos or for married couples. But when it was dancing for everyone, Lindsay and I hit the dance floor. As she said, it's fun to dance at these weddings where no one knows you, because then you don't feel as stupid for flailing your arms and feet around.
There were fast songs, and the requisite party songs like Electric Slide. I tripped a kid during that, like a two-year-old, and I didn't know what to do. Luckily Jake jumped in to comfort him and get him on his feet while I continued to dance in guilt. There was also a bit of swing dancing (there needed to be more! That is, I think, my favorite) and some slow songs. I had decided not to obnoxiously force people to slow dance with me, but I did get to slow dance once, and it was very nice.
Of course, when we decided to help pack up the food and leave, all the good dancing music started.
Weddings are everything I love: dressing up, celebrations of love, food, friends, and dancing. So glad the Wineingers let me enjoy that this weekend.
Mostly true.
Nick's brother got married yesterday, and I don't know how I became the general Wineinger plus one (though I suspect Lindsay had some sneaky ulterior motives). Regardless, I'm glad I was!
I can tell I've gotten older because I've stopped be embarrassed by everything. The twins have this friend who likes to cause trouble, and he watched me watch Jake get up from the table. The friend smirked and said, "I saw you checking him out." Momentary panic, but then I just said, "Yeah. He looks really good in those pants."
Most of the eating time of the reception was filled with random, slightly weird conversation, of which I wholly approve! Lindsay felt bad, but then she threw up and it was all better. Hahaha, not that I advocate throwing up as a viable medicinal option, but the change it made was remarkable.
Then there was dancing, except the DJ was kind of awful, spending half the time with cutesy planned dances for the bride or for kiddos or for married couples. But when it was dancing for everyone, Lindsay and I hit the dance floor. As she said, it's fun to dance at these weddings where no one knows you, because then you don't feel as stupid for flailing your arms and feet around.
There were fast songs, and the requisite party songs like Electric Slide. I tripped a kid during that, like a two-year-old, and I didn't know what to do. Luckily Jake jumped in to comfort him and get him on his feet while I continued to dance in guilt. There was also a bit of swing dancing (there needed to be more! That is, I think, my favorite) and some slow songs. I had decided not to obnoxiously force people to slow dance with me, but I did get to slow dance once, and it was very nice.
Of course, when we decided to help pack up the food and leave, all the good dancing music started.
Weddings are everything I love: dressing up, celebrations of love, food, friends, and dancing. So glad the Wineingers let me enjoy that this weekend.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Cut All The Hairs!
Earlier this week I cut James' hair, and Abby just asked for some hair advice. It got me thinking about why I've cut my own hair for the last five years, and I came up with Three Formative Hair Experiences.
1. I grew up knowing that my grandpa cut his own hair. When Roy hit teenagerish years, he began cutting his own hair too. I figured if boys could do it with such short hair, it would be easy-peasy with long.
2. There is this cutscene in Final Fantasy 9 where Dagger pulls her hair into a ponytail and then slashes it off with a knife. I remember being so in awe of the swish of her hair as it fell around her face. I wanted to do that!
3. I got super fed up with my hairdresser. Every few months when I went in, I would say, "Layers! I love layers! Obvious, beautiful layers!" And every time she would cut these baby layers that were only visible if you looked long and hard. When I left for college, instead of wasting time looking for someone new to cut my hair, I took the plunge and did it myself. And my hair was gorgeous!
In conclusion, I really believe everyone should cut their own hair. It's cheaper. It allows freedom of creativity. It gives you control over the final product. And it's fun! Just always cut less than you think you want off, and trim from there. Because even when I'm adventurous, I'm cautious.
1. I grew up knowing that my grandpa cut his own hair. When Roy hit teenagerish years, he began cutting his own hair too. I figured if boys could do it with such short hair, it would be easy-peasy with long.
2. There is this cutscene in Final Fantasy 9 where Dagger pulls her hair into a ponytail and then slashes it off with a knife. I remember being so in awe of the swish of her hair as it fell around her face. I wanted to do that!
3. I got super fed up with my hairdresser. Every few months when I went in, I would say, "Layers! I love layers! Obvious, beautiful layers!" And every time she would cut these baby layers that were only visible if you looked long and hard. When I left for college, instead of wasting time looking for someone new to cut my hair, I took the plunge and did it myself. And my hair was gorgeous!
In conclusion, I really believe everyone should cut their own hair. It's cheaper. It allows freedom of creativity. It gives you control over the final product. And it's fun! Just always cut less than you think you want off, and trim from there. Because even when I'm adventurous, I'm cautious.
David Tennant Does Hamlet Better Than You, and I Talk A Lot About Death
I've borrowed Hamlet from Laura, because David Tennant is in it, and, well, no other explanation is necessary. I'd heard he was especially good at performing Shakespeare, but I half-thought that was simly fangirling. No! He is really good! I actually understand the meaning of what he's saying, and oh my word, the emotion he pours into it.
His "to be or not to be" speech was beautiful. And convincing (says the girl who can be convinced of anything). In the beginning, he had me hooked. Yeah, why stay alive? Ugh, slings and arrows of fortune, they are so tedious and unending, and life is full of sadness! Who needs life?
Then he answered his own questions, and changed my mind. We don't kill ourselves because what lies after? Egads! Better to put up with our lot here than to risk the unknown any earlier than we have to.
And yes. I'm aware that as someone who believes in the Bible, fear of death is a bit silly. But is it? For awhile now I've been wondering how much of Christianity is made up, and how much is actually Biblical. The classic example is that many people think, "God helps those who help themselves" is a Bible verse. But it's really nearly exactly the opposite of what God teaches. Romans 5:6 says, "For while we were still helpless, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly."
So what about death? I admit to being a little bit in love with death. I always have been. I was semi-suicidal during my teenage years. Not from any great tragedy, but because I wanted to escape the monotony of living and I really believed that the afterlife would be better. I've since embraced Paul's conclusion that, "I am torn between the two: I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better by far; but it is more necessary for you that I remain in the body." (Philippians 1:23,24)
I don't mean this to be dark. A huge part of my interest in death, (me and the poets, such lovely conversationalists) is the unknown of it all. Yes, I believe that God will take care of me after I die. But how much of what that looks like do I really know?
I tend to think most descriptions of heaven and/or God are heavily symbolic. I don't think a human mind could really grasp those ideas or images, which is why we get pictures of spinning wheels and golden roads in the Bible. And is there anywhere that says we will be reunited with our loved ones? The only thing I can think of is the opposite, where we are told there are no marriages in heaven. (Matthew 22:23-30)
Could turn out that we do. Maybe we'll be so enamoured of worshipping God (which as near as I can tell, is the most solid fact of what the afterlife will be like), we won't care about our loved ones. I don't know.
I don't know! That's so fascinating and so terrifying. Even with the hope that Jesus gives us, so much of death is unknown. And I love that. I'm coming to understand that hope isn't worth anything if we KNOW what we are hoping for, how it will happen, and when.
No, hope is powerful when we hope in spite of uncertainty. I'm pretty uncertain about death. I will follow Hamlet's lead and endure the sorrows of this life. But because of my uncertainty, my hope in Jesus is all the stronger. I like that.
His "to be or not to be" speech was beautiful. And convincing (says the girl who can be convinced of anything). In the beginning, he had me hooked. Yeah, why stay alive? Ugh, slings and arrows of fortune, they are so tedious and unending, and life is full of sadness! Who needs life?
Then he answered his own questions, and changed my mind. We don't kill ourselves because what lies after? Egads! Better to put up with our lot here than to risk the unknown any earlier than we have to.
And yes. I'm aware that as someone who believes in the Bible, fear of death is a bit silly. But is it? For awhile now I've been wondering how much of Christianity is made up, and how much is actually Biblical. The classic example is that many people think, "God helps those who help themselves" is a Bible verse. But it's really nearly exactly the opposite of what God teaches. Romans 5:6 says, "For while we were still helpless, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly."
So what about death? I admit to being a little bit in love with death. I always have been. I was semi-suicidal during my teenage years. Not from any great tragedy, but because I wanted to escape the monotony of living and I really believed that the afterlife would be better. I've since embraced Paul's conclusion that, "I am torn between the two: I desire to depart and be with Christ, which is better by far; but it is more necessary for you that I remain in the body." (Philippians 1:23,24)
I don't mean this to be dark. A huge part of my interest in death, (me and the poets, such lovely conversationalists) is the unknown of it all. Yes, I believe that God will take care of me after I die. But how much of what that looks like do I really know?
I tend to think most descriptions of heaven and/or God are heavily symbolic. I don't think a human mind could really grasp those ideas or images, which is why we get pictures of spinning wheels and golden roads in the Bible. And is there anywhere that says we will be reunited with our loved ones? The only thing I can think of is the opposite, where we are told there are no marriages in heaven. (Matthew 22:23-30)
Could turn out that we do. Maybe we'll be so enamoured of worshipping God (which as near as I can tell, is the most solid fact of what the afterlife will be like), we won't care about our loved ones. I don't know.
I don't know! That's so fascinating and so terrifying. Even with the hope that Jesus gives us, so much of death is unknown. And I love that. I'm coming to understand that hope isn't worth anything if we KNOW what we are hoping for, how it will happen, and when.
No, hope is powerful when we hope in spite of uncertainty. I'm pretty uncertain about death. I will follow Hamlet's lead and endure the sorrows of this life. But because of my uncertainty, my hope in Jesus is all the stronger. I like that.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Opposites Cannot Coexist, Except Inside My Brain
Every time I like a boy, I know exactly how he is God's choice for my future husband, why we were brought together at that time, how we will influence each other for the better, and why we complement each other the way we do.
After 23 years of this, because yes, I'm pretty sure I've had crushes on boys ever since I existed the womb, I am still doing the same thing. But years of realizing that former crushes did NOT turn into my husband has made me kind of jaded.
Basically, I am constantly at war with myself, thinking, "Oh, he's perfect! Psh, I've thought that before. But this! Please. There's no way this will happen."
It is a confusing place, my brain.
After 23 years of this, because yes, I'm pretty sure I've had crushes on boys ever since I existed the womb, I am still doing the same thing. But years of realizing that former crushes did NOT turn into my husband has made me kind of jaded.
Basically, I am constantly at war with myself, thinking, "Oh, he's perfect! Psh, I've thought that before. But this! Please. There's no way this will happen."
It is a confusing place, my brain.
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