i'm reading this book.
i used to read a lot when i was young. my mom read to me a lot too, and i remember it vividly. i remember her reading the voyage of the dawn treader, though i don't remember any of the other narnia books, and i remember her reading corrie ten boom and to kill a mockingbird. she is so much of me, and i don't mind at all. when i was in elementary school and sometime before fourth grade, because we still lived on fawn avenue, i was reading some educational book, swapping out consonants of every word in one sentence. i went alphabetically, skipping no consonants. one of the words in the sentence was duck, so... when i got the letter f and said that word aloud, i felt an immediate and satisfying sense of rebellion, overshadowed almost as immediately by a cold and nervous sense of disobedience.
i am reading the year of living biblically: one man's humble quest to follow the Bible as literally as possible. bonnie and i just finished our reading meeting at caribou, and it was the first time i had read more of it than ten minutes at a time. i was struck by the potent power of the Bible, a book i obviously consistently take for granted. if only there was some way always to maintain perspective, always to see everything in its historical and grand context. there is no such thing. the book i am reading is a memoir. that, coupled with the fact that i have spent much of today alone is putting me in a weird mood.
church (as in, "the place we go on sundays"), for the first time ever, maybe, for me, has been teaching me about God.
tater thinks that if he sets something on fatso's cat body that fatso will somehow reciprocate by tossing it for him. i don't think he gets it.
i have developed, for the last week or so, this niggling twitch in my right eye. naturally this means that i am currently googling "signs that you need glasses".
originally i was just going to sit and write about how i am gearing up for the miss america pageant. dan was supposed to be with me, but he is spending time with good, old friends. i was going to honor the spirit of the program by painting my toenails and bleaching various surfaces of unfavorable pigment. i don't feel like scolding tater for his natural podiatric interest all night, so that's out. and, being that i was an early adopter of crest white strips, i only have teeth bleaching product from earlier, probably, than 1999. i'm pretty sure that could kill me. instead, i will just peruse theknot.com's real wedding pages with one eye, while watching miss america reality check with the other, while "wondering" why that twitch won't go away.
this is probably what i will look like most of the night.
sometimes maybe this too.
[UPDATE: my favorite girl, miss alaska, just got eliminated during the first round. why does this always happen to me? now i have to pick a new favorite. UPDATE: my replacement favorite, miss utah, just got eliminated.]
i am reading the year of living biblically: one man's humble quest to follow the Bible as literally as possible. bonnie and i just finished our reading meeting at caribou, and it was the first time i had read more of it than ten minutes at a time. i was struck by the potent power of the Bible, a book i obviously consistently take for granted. if only there was some way always to maintain perspective, always to see everything in its historical and grand context. there is no such thing. the book i am reading is a memoir. that, coupled with the fact that i have spent much of today alone is putting me in a weird mood.
church (as in, "the place we go on sundays"), for the first time ever, maybe, for me, has been teaching me about God.
tater thinks that if he sets something on fatso's cat body that fatso will somehow reciprocate by tossing it for him. i don't think he gets it.
i have developed, for the last week or so, this niggling twitch in my right eye. naturally this means that i am currently googling "signs that you need glasses".
originally i was just going to sit and write about how i am gearing up for the miss america pageant. dan was supposed to be with me, but he is spending time with good, old friends. i was going to honor the spirit of the program by painting my toenails and bleaching various surfaces of unfavorable pigment. i don't feel like scolding tater for his natural podiatric interest all night, so that's out. and, being that i was an early adopter of crest white strips, i only have teeth bleaching product from earlier, probably, than 1999. i'm pretty sure that could kill me. instead, i will just peruse theknot.com's real wedding pages with one eye, while watching miss america reality check with the other, while "wondering" why that twitch won't go away.
this is probably what i will look like most of the night.
sometimes maybe this too.
[UPDATE: my favorite girl, miss alaska, just got eliminated during the first round. why does this always happen to me? now i have to pick a new favorite. UPDATE: my replacement favorite, miss utah, just got eliminated.]