one more to go
ok, there are updates to make, i know that things have happened since thursday. umm...i babysat. for julien and noah. that was interesting. chaos starts to cover it, but it was also so much more. picture this: i'm trying to put noah to bed, so i decide to put a dvd on for noah so he won't get into trouble while i'm upstairs. i give noah a weird organic cheese puff thing and put him on the couch, and turn to the dvd player, when i hear a thump and a scream. cuz noah fell off the couch and hit his head. one year olds really should be able to sit on a couch for two seconds, i scooched him all the way back, and he still fell. it was bad. i wasn't worried, babies fall sometimes, but i felt bad. and then julien told me he was thirsty, so we headed into the kitchen. they had this pitcher of juice in the fridge, and i took it out and found a cup. i was holding noah (who was still hysterical) and trying to pour from the nearly full pitcher, but it wasn't coming out very well. it was trickling out, and noah told me that i needed to hold it higher, pushed the bottom of the pitcherup, and the top fell off, spilling juice everywhere. lots of juice. lots of sticky orange/yellow juice on the clean kitchen floor. and the cercones don't have any paper towels or even a sponge, so not only was i faced with a small lake of juice, i had no way of cleaning it up. luckily, sheila was there to lend a hand. i couldn't put noah down, julien decided he didn't want his juice and wandered away, and the big giant yellow lab that was licking the juice up from the floor. i'm not an expert, but dogs probably aren't supposed to drink juice, are they? i didn't think so. not that it was in my power to stop her. i mopped up a little, at least enough so that the juice wasn't running into the hall, and then decided to put noah to bed and then deal with the mess. i took him upstairs, and got him all squared away (it's been a while since i had to change a diaper or deal with 45 minutes of wailing baby. funnily enough, i didn't miss either.) and then went downstairs. the cercones have these really nice velvet couches, i like them a lot. they'd be nicer without the yellow dog hairs all over, but whatever. anyway, i must not be the only one who likes the couches, because when i walked into the living room julien was lounging, roman emperor style one the couch. totally naked. it was a fun night.
SAT IIs weren't terrible (the french was terrible, but the lit and us history balanced it out, i'll take more later, it's no big deal.)
i went to the may crowning yesterday, that was really really nice. there were flowers and singing and the girls with their traditional polish dresses. it made me with i spoke polish, hymns all sound so much prettier in another language. father anselm is such a funny priest. he's so friendly and approachable and attractive in a priestly, not remotely sexual way. he's great as the young, attractive priest, and i bet he'll be a great old priest. he came up to me and my aunt grace during the coffee hour thing after mass, and started to talk to us about this old photograph we had been looking it. it was a kind of cool picture, it was of like a hundred nuns, all in their full nun garb, looking holy in a penguin-y way. he's very charming father anselm, and when he turned the talk towards my becoming a nun i was almost convinced. i'm sure it isn't a bad life, being a nun. vows of poverty and chastity can't be that awful. there are good works to distract you. sadly, i was also in the process of planning my someday babies (churhes are FILLED
with babies) so i don't really think i'll be signing up for nunhood anytime soon. i was thinking how nice it wuld be to have a little niche in the wall of their bedroom, with a little stature of the virgin mary. there were a lot of people with rosaries at mass, which i like. i like stuff like that, icons and statues and beads, they really add to the holy feel of things. and i really do love the virgin mary. josh was talking about finding the spear that pierced jesus's side and cloning Him, making mary obsolete, but aside from the obvious impossibility, i love mary. i'm not sure who i'm basing her on, but she's just very approachable to pray to.
the professor os moving to california and it's sort of sad. he adds this sweet quaintness to our street that i really like. emily's post about him was just right. i remember a while ago some girls from soccer were talking about how they love old men, and i thought that was odd, but old men are nice. like mr. cummins, who i miss more and more these days. he's around sometimes, but he's busier, and it isn't the same as being in his class. i miss the special, favorite student vibe. it did wonders for my self esteem.
my bedroom smells like lilacs and it makes me really happy.
we're going to paint our house pink this summer. i'm pretty excited, it's going to be like barbie's dream house.
josh called me last night at like ten and asked me to the prom. it was adorable and strange. he's a good boy. weird. very weird. but a good boy nevertheless. and i bet he cleans up nicely.
SAT IIs weren't terrible (the french was terrible, but the lit and us history balanced it out, i'll take more later, it's no big deal.)
i went to the may crowning yesterday, that was really really nice. there were flowers and singing and the girls with their traditional polish dresses. it made me with i spoke polish, hymns all sound so much prettier in another language. father anselm is such a funny priest. he's so friendly and approachable and attractive in a priestly, not remotely sexual way. he's great as the young, attractive priest, and i bet he'll be a great old priest. he came up to me and my aunt grace during the coffee hour thing after mass, and started to talk to us about this old photograph we had been looking it. it was a kind of cool picture, it was of like a hundred nuns, all in their full nun garb, looking holy in a penguin-y way. he's very charming father anselm, and when he turned the talk towards my becoming a nun i was almost convinced. i'm sure it isn't a bad life, being a nun. vows of poverty and chastity can't be that awful. there are good works to distract you. sadly, i was also in the process of planning my someday babies (churhes are FILLED
with babies) so i don't really think i'll be signing up for nunhood anytime soon. i was thinking how nice it wuld be to have a little niche in the wall of their bedroom, with a little stature of the virgin mary. there were a lot of people with rosaries at mass, which i like. i like stuff like that, icons and statues and beads, they really add to the holy feel of things. and i really do love the virgin mary. josh was talking about finding the spear that pierced jesus's side and cloning Him, making mary obsolete, but aside from the obvious impossibility, i love mary. i'm not sure who i'm basing her on, but she's just very approachable to pray to.
the professor os moving to california and it's sort of sad. he adds this sweet quaintness to our street that i really like. emily's post about him was just right. i remember a while ago some girls from soccer were talking about how they love old men, and i thought that was odd, but old men are nice. like mr. cummins, who i miss more and more these days. he's around sometimes, but he's busier, and it isn't the same as being in his class. i miss the special, favorite student vibe. it did wonders for my self esteem.
my bedroom smells like lilacs and it makes me really happy.
we're going to paint our house pink this summer. i'm pretty excited, it's going to be like barbie's dream house.
josh called me last night at like ten and asked me to the prom. it was adorable and strange. he's a good boy. weird. very weird. but a good boy nevertheless. and i bet he cleans up nicely.