Last night I watched the women's figure skating with Travis and my parents. My dad was cracking us up because every time one of them messed up he said she looked like a cow on skates. These girls are some of the least cow-like creatures ever, and because they landed a triple jump of some sort with a slightly wobbly landing, apparently they look ( Read more... )

...someone who can escort her from port to port ( Read more... )

I'll tell you who should be on trial.  It's the parents of all those kids who are suing MJ.  Hello!  We all know he's a freak!  No, he should not have molested your kids, but the fault began by you letting them visit him (and overnight, no less) in the first place!  Shut the h*** up and keep a better eye on your kids for crying out loud!  If you ( Read more... )

This is probably really weird, and probably more so because I'm a girl, but I love seeing all the worms after it rains!  I don't really like touching them or playing with them, but I love walking across the wet pavement or wet grass and seeing all the worms inching around.  Sometimes if they're in a precarious spot I'll use a stick to help them ( Read more... )

What does it mean to live a life of holiness?  What does that look like practically?

My favorite class at CSU was probably History of Economic Thought.  I liked it because I find economics fascinating.  It was also really interesting to see the whole string of logic from one person to the next and see history from such a different perspective than I usually get.  You know, it's usually about who fought what war and who started it ( Read more... )

My father in law so desires to read my posts that he is taking it upon himself to give me a topic...daily, or bi-daily, or somewhat regularly anyway.  Today's topic:  If I had a full tank of gas and a week off and Travis by my side, what would I do?  Several suggestions were given, but I don't want them to cloud my thinking so I'm not going to look ( Read more... )

My husband is cool.

Everyone I talk to keeps wanting me to post things on my livejournal more often.  But I just can't think of things to say.  I thought maybe if I started this post, I'd eventually think of something.  That's what Travis says he does.  But it hasn't worked. 

I have a bunch of free time at work right now, so I was going to write some stuff in this journal.  But I don't have anything to say.  So for now I guess I'll just say that I'm frickin' freezing and I can't warm up because our space heaters make the breaker go off.  Crap.