Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Ring around the Rosary

Well I saw them yesterday. Here's what they look like.



















What thinks you?

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Not much to say...

I don't have much to say tonight...odd for me..I know. Never- the- less, I blog, because I fear that I've already lost my 2 faithful readers in my absence and if I'm gong to begin building trust again I've got to have some consistancy here right?

In the hopes of coaxing my reader(s) back..an excellent video, well worth the watch......

http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg

P.S. Do any of you people watch Lost? Please explain the season finale to my poor wretched soul...

Friday, May 26, 2006

I was born in a small town.....*guitar strum*



There are some things about living in a very small town that you really can't appreciate until you move away and return. For two weeks now I've been struggling to adapt to a place that I spent 18 years of my 26 year existence. It's been more than hard, to say the least, but today I had a moment that felt like home and I liked it. My mother and I decided to go out and get some food so that we wouldn't begin addressing 100+ envelopes on an empty stomach tonight. As we sat in this little hometown restaurant I watched as people drove up into the parking lot. Suddenly, for no real reason at all, I felt really connected to all of them. It's easy to feel connected here because you can't go anywhere without knowing somebody. I spend alot of time smiling and giving people answers to questions they already know the answers to and then ever so politely whispering to my mom "who was that? " as we walk away. Everyone I see asks me when the wedding is (even though they already know) and wishes me congratulations on my graduation. Did I like living in Washington? Will I take up skiing in Denver? Am I getting jitters? Same questions everyday by the same people who watched me grow up all of my life. There is something extremely aggrivating about that and in the same shallow breath something very right and very beautiful. I'm not saying I'm ready to move in to a quaint brick house across the street from my parents but I think age and distance have enabled me to appreciate something I rarely did growing up.

That being said, my substitute teaching experience in this small town has been both enriching and agonizing. I really do love kids, particularly teenagers, but it has more than saddened me to see how completely wrapped up these kids are in a culture that we should be giving our all to counteract. And yet, in the midst of suffering my call to be a teacher remains. Even while wishing that smacking a child were still allowed I find myself loving them with all I have. It's funny, they sit in the same classrooms and roam the same halls that I did some 9 years ago but they are totally different than we were. 9 years is all it takes...probably less. *sigh*

I'm also being thrown back into the memory of my last visit here for my grandfather's funeral in february. My grandmother (on the other side) after a few years in the nursing home-- 94 years of an abundantly blessed life, is now in the hospital taking her last breaths. The doctors give her another day or two. I did get to see her today and it made me feel better to kiss her and tell her I love her and pray with her....but it does remind me, yet again, of how utterly wrong death is.

Wedding plans are going well though my mom is driving me near insanity with them. Aparently we still have more preparations left to do than humans are capable of and we should be losing sleep over it. She is anyway.....I'm procrastinating that too.

I hope I haven't lost my two faithful readers in my long stay away. Until today my parent's didnt really have a decent computer in the house and something only resembling the internet called "dial up". hah. So here I am, back in business.
Drop me a line and let me know you're happy about it:)

Monday, May 15, 2006

Old new place

Well I'm back here in Louisiana, where I think time really does move slower. A slower forgotten, but very familiar, way of life. It's home, but it's not. It's where I am.
It's good to be here, it really is. People are the same and life takes its time here. It isn't a hassle to go to the store and you can feel free to leave your purse in the pew when you go up to communion. That being said, I'm still adjusting. Alot has happend; I've graduated, I've moved and tomorrow I start a two week streak of substitute teaching at my old high school. In 53 days from now I'll be getting married and then I'll be gone again to a new home in a state I don't know but will learn just in time to probably move again. I'm not complaining I'm just tired at the moment. I've had so many thoughts in the past week that I wanted to store in my memory to write here but those will have to wait until I'm not exhausted.

Ciao!

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

done.....?

Well, I've officially vacuumed the entirety of my room. I moved the bed and the desk and all my boxes and everything. I haven't seen this much carpet since the day I moved in. Awesome. I hope Miss Erin (the future inhabitant of this room) appreciates the effort. I would have done it for anybody but because I know and love her it meant more...(a' la Schindler). Anyway I'm not sure what else I can do.

I guess that means I have to study.

Wait....earthie's makin' cookies!

It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife


Things are coming along swimmingly but my allergies are not liking all the dust I'm finding. I'm suddenly remembering why I've been such a pack rat my whole life. When you find old things , even when they're things you never ever see or use, they bring back memories and you want to put them in a box (literally) and keep them forever. I don't so much feel that anymore. Throwing things that are useless (in the material sense) away feels good and I'm all about it today.
This morning I was a little aggitated that there were no spoons in the kitchen. I just found 7 in my room :)

I'm about to go off and do some out of the house errands but the room is shaping up nicely. I'll keep you posted-- because I know you're on the edge of your seat waiting to hear about how clean my room is!

In the mean time I need to post these songs here because I'm afraid the card they are written on may get thrown in all this mess. These are some songs I want to be played at the reception:

Brand New Day - Van Morrison (ok so I wouldn't have forgotten this one...it's our song!)
Forever & Ever Amen - Randy Travis (but a remake by HTB so I can dance with my daddy)
Forever my friend - Ray Lamontagne
Always the Same, Always the Best- Robinella and the CC Stringband
Chain of Love - Anne Murray (you know, thats the 'even though we aint got money - song)
In the arms of a woman - Amos Lee
God bless the broken road- Rascal Flatts
Dreams to remember- (anybody know who this one is by?)

A new home for the "homeless"

Well I've pretty much arrived. I've been wishing for a long time for today to be here- to be done (for the most part) with my finals and finally packing up all of the stuff that I've aquired in my two years here, awaiting the arrival of HTB. He gets here tomorrow and technically I have my last final tomorrow so today I have to take care of all of the "loose ends" that can't be taken care of when my guests (HTB, mom and nanny) get here.
So my eyes were wide open at 7 am with no hope of getting anymore sleep. It's aproximately 8:11 now and I haven't really 'done' anything yet, but I've thought alot about it. If I could stop sneezing for 5 minutes maybe I'll actually pack more than a picture frame and a couple of books.
I'm happy that it's time to go not because I can't stand being here anymore (because I will miss this place alot actually) but because I don't do so well with transition. I don't like it. I like to have a home, to be able to be. So for two months I go 'home' or the place I called home for 18 years of my life but it's not a home where I can be, now. Then I go off to a new home that isn't yet home. Transition.
Good news is that we actually have a place to call home! Our little newly wed abode. How cute is that?!
More to come as the day goes on...

Monday, May 01, 2006

the final Finals


Well this is it...

I'm in my last stretch of panic studies before the last finals of my college career (atleast for now). Wow...it's a little hard to believe. But, it hasn't thrown me from my strong and steady path of procrastinating as much as I can so as to avoid the actual studying. So..I've just dropped by to tell you hello and to ask for your prayers and of course to wish you a very happy feast day!

St. Joseph the Worker....pray for us!


to be continued...