Musings of the Non-Amusing Variety

Now that I’m pregnant I’m going to be all smug,...

Tue, 15 Dec 2009 06:53:23 -0600

Now that I’m pregnant I’m going to be all smug, apparently. (Hat tip: @brittharvey)

Yule Shoot Your Eye Out My favorite Christmas song ever (next to...

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 14:25:56 -0600

Yule Shoot Your Eye Out

My favorite Christmas song ever (next to “This Little Babe”).

You and life remain beautiful.

Mon, 23 Nov 2009 12:57:24 -0600

You and life remain beautiful.

I’m going to make a point of integrating more headscarves...

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 22:34:37 -0600

I’m going to make a point of integrating more headscarves into my wardrobe. Just cause I like them.

My New Favorite Song

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 22:34:03 -0600

swsnider:

We’ve recently begun singing a new song at church that I absolutely adore:

Micah 7

What misery is mine?
The fruit that I desire
Does not remain.
The upright man is gone
And those that love your name
Cannot be found.
But I will wait for God
And His forgiveness will
Hear my cry.

Chorus:
Who is like God,
Who pardons sin?
Who is like God
Who won’t forget
The oath of grace
He made long ago?

I’ve sinned and I should bear
The indignation of
The Lord my God.
But Christ has plead my cause,
And He will satisfy
The debt I owe.
He’ll bring me to the light
And then I shall be free
To bless His name.

Chorus.

Sunday Morning Conversation

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 14:32:18 -0500

Me: Hey Si, I'm about to iron my shirt for church, want me to iron your dress shirt and pants too?

Silas: Yeah, that would be great. Well, not my pants - just my shirt.

Me: Are you going to wear shorts and a dress shirt to church?

Silas: Quite possibly...

My Senses Are Home

Wed, 14 Oct 2009 11:04:00 -0500

I can smell the chocolate chip cookies I just made. They’re sitting on the stove on a plate we received as a wedding gift. If cookies could smile I’m pretty sure these would be smiling at me. They’re soft and messy and only ever so slightly salty. I think I got my teaspoons mixed up.

I can see the piles of folded laundry all around me.The little piles are mine and the bigger ones belong to Silas. His clothes take up alot more room than mine. I need to carry them upstairs, but it’s kind of re-assuring to have them towering around me down here. It reminds me of when I was little, back when my Mom still did my laundry. I wonder when was the last time my Mom did my laundry.

I can taste the warm tea I’m drinking. Raspberry Zinger herbal tea. Some mornings I crave caffeine so I drink black tea or coffee. But this morning everything is so nice I just want something warm and happy tasting. I think I’m tasting happiness.

I can hear Relient K. I like to listen to them in the morning. “I was thinkin’, over thinkin’, cause there’s just too many scenarios to analyze. Look in my eyes cause you’re my dream. Please come true.” Maybe it’s because the morning is my favorite time to quietly ponder my life and the lives of those around me. Maybe it’s because I want to believe that ordinary things are dreams come true. Maybe it’s because ordinary things ARE a dream come true to me.

I can feel the crispness, the dryness, the coldness of Autumn. But it’s comforting because under all of that Autumn is a warm season, despite the cold. Pumpkins and cider and hayrides and the color goldenrod. Autumn feels cozy, toasty, and I’m making cinnamon rolls this afternoon.

My senses are so deeply satisfied to be alive and to be home.

A Nobel Question

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 10:21:00 -0500

According to Alfred Nobel’s will, the Nobel Peace Prize is to go to whoever “shall have done the most or the best work for fraternity between nations, for the abolition or reduction of standing armies and for the holding and promotion of peace congresses”.

The announcement made by the Norwegian Nobel Committee states that “Only very rarely has a person to the same extent as Obama captured the world’s attention and given its people hope for a better future.”

I don’t happen to be particularly opposed to Obama, nor am I one of his fans - I really do think I could say that I’m pretty much indifferent to the man. But I’m confused as to how giving the world “hope”, as opposed to actually doing something of substance meets the requirements for a Nobel Peace prize.

How is being popular or more specifically, not being George Bush, make one worthy of such an award?

Wordless Wednesday

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 09:00:12 -0500

Wordless Wednesday

Echo (echoechoecho)

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 16:32:15 -0500

Their voices increase in volume and crescendo into laughter, echoing up the staircase.

Upstairs, the sun floods the hall, warming everything it touches with a crisp and loving caress. Even me.

Does the sun love me? That would be nice.

It echos again. Gumballs are being expelled into a metal dish. The library is an inappropriate place for gumballs, I think.

And I hope the sun loves me.

Where is the Russian literature and where the smutty poetry? To the back and to the right, then the left and back again

It’s toasty, I’m toasty, but my toes are cold.

And they and I, and also them, will eat gumballs and read the words of Whitman, which are so much more valuable than mine.

My left ear is going to be sun burnt.

Reason #789 that I love being married: I have my own beautimus...

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 13:54:59 -0500

Reason #789 that I love being married: I have my own beautimus kitchen in which to perfect my cookie recipe.

Clock at the Union; Pittsburgh, PA

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 07:59:12 -0500

Clock at the Union; Pittsburgh, PA

A Pittsburgh Sunset

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 15:15:00 -0500

A Pittsburgh Sunset

"How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a..."

Mon, 14 Sep 2009 21:30:01 -0500

“How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.”

- Oscar Wilde

This makes my heart happy.

Wed, 02 Sep 2009 21:07:00 -0500

This makes my heart happy.

Photo

Tue, 25 Aug 2009 14:22:17 -0500

Peace

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 01:37:07 -0500

I never knew I could be freaking out to this extent and still be, at the same time, so contentedly at peace.

Oh, the things I am so constantly learning about life.

I think I ramble.

Mon, 17 Aug 2009 05:07:35 -0500

I’m ok with being an emotional wreck.

As long as it doesn’t interfere with my ability to eat ice cream.

And why do I always think of food when I’m upset?

And why do I always get upset when I’m tired?

These are questions

(Obviously, note the question mark.)

And the kind of questions that don’t really have answers

Like “Why does starting sentences with the word ‘and’ give me a sense of wellbeing?”

We don’t know these things.

At least,

I don’t.

Not at this point, anyway.

I woke up starving.

And spell check is broken.

I hate looking like and idiot.

But I guess the fact that I am one can’t be concealed.

I ramble when I’m tired.

And I hate starting sentences with the word “I”

But that’s the only thing I know to talk about sometimes.

How self centered.

“Jesus I am resting, resting

In the joy of what thou art.

I am finding out the greatness

Of thy loving heart.

Thou has bid me gaze upon thee

And thy beauty fills me soul

For by thy transforming power

Thou hast made me whole.”

Goodnight. Again.

"I was thinkin’, over thinkin’ Cause there’s just too many scenarios To..."

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 21:56:00 -0500

“

I was thinkin’, over thinkin’
Cause there’s just too many scenarios
To analyze.
Look in my eyes.

You’re my dream please come true.

”

- Relient K

I overheard Maggie singing today...

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 13:55:25 -0500

“I love Sissy and Sissy loves me and Sissy loves Siiiiiilasssssss! Sissy is silly and Sissy likes to kiss Siiiiiiilasssssss!”