Mmmmm, not sure I am liking the new Xroads series.
I might have to *gag* CHANGE.
Me no likey change. I joke with family about me being "a little autistic." And what I mean by that is that when anything changes, even the slightest bit, it has the potential to completely set me off.
I can do six zillion things at once. But don't try to get my attention while I'm talking to someone on the phone. I won't be able to hear a single thing either of you say to me after that until you both shut up and let me breathe for a moment.
If I have to stop my flow to reset a password on an app, I've been known to give up on everything completely and walk away.
I will sit in front of the computer and write for hours (stories, blogs, homework, whatever), completely focused and devoted and inspired, but the second someone else enters the room it's like armageddon in my head and I lose everything. Unfortunately this has occassionally culminated in my yelling at whoever entered the room, though not for several years.
Sarah lives this one every week: I must leave the house absolutely NO LATER than 4pm on Saturday for Crossroads. I then want to park in/near "my" area in the parking lot. I do not obey the traffic people if they try to direct me to a closer spot. Then I get coffee. Always filled approx 70% of the way with the specialty flavor, then to approx 85% with regular Crossroads blend. Then I add a lot of sugar. Stir stir stir stir stir. To the 90% line with cream (not milk, CREAM). Stir. More sugar. Stir stir stir. Then I BOLT to the top of the stairs on the second level because I need to be one of the first few people through the doors when they open because, and this is the most CRUCIAL and autisticy thing about me: I must sit on the first balcony, three rows back in the middle of the row. Why? Because, like Sheldon of the Big Bang Theory: this is my spot. It has a direct view of the stage and of the audience, I can choose to look at either screen without moving my head too much or I can watch the stage. It's not down on the floor where it feels "Churchy" but it's not so high up that I am disconnected. I'm close enough to the front not to have to deal with people blocking my view usually, but not so close that I'm easily viewed from the stage, the floor, or the other sides of the balcony. But MOST IMPORTANT is this: those particular couple of seats have the perfect lighting. It's light enough I can see to write notes and/or draw the pictures that keep me focused, but I still don't feel like there's a spotlight on me.
Clearly I have issues. But I am comfortable with them, no matter how inconvenient they may be to Sar (she swears it's fine), Debb, and Mike (who continually has to climb over people to get to us).
I do not like change.
PUH-lease don't make me.
Ugh. Ok fine. I'll think about it.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
Now and then I doubt the zodiac
But then I read about Libras. And I am soooooooooooooooooooooooo Libra.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
As promised: still random
Stupid iPhone. First my nike+ app abruptly stops working, which is my main motivator to run. Then, while trying to fix the nike problem, I lose half my favorite songs. In trying to restore them I wind up telling it to install updates to my phone, hoping that will help out.
Well I don't know if it's going to help but right now I am waiting for my phone to be useable again since it's currently got the bar of doom going across it showing me that it's only 30% uploaded in 10 minutes.
And of course I was in the middle of a conversation, unaware that this update thing was going to be a long ordeal.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
I "hate" technology.
Kind of in the same way I "love" running hills.
Forgot my toothbrush. (Also forgot to throw that in my randomness from the other day.)
Discovered that if I want to lay out in the sun on the back porch I have to do that at like 9 am. Otherwise the roof casts shadows over the whole deck.
55% updated. Jamie is going to be blowing up my phone.
Power went out today. Apparently my parents do not believe in flashlights. Wound up gathering candles from all over the house just to illuminate the kitchen so we could eat.
Oh no. I found another bar of doom and it's only at like 40%. Good grief!
An now my phone has restarted. And has a third bar of doom. An empty one. Showing absolutely no progress at all.
Oh thank the Lord, it's back.
That was an exciting read, wasn't it?
Well I don't know if it's going to help but right now I am waiting for my phone to be useable again since it's currently got the bar of doom going across it showing me that it's only 30% uploaded in 10 minutes.
And of course I was in the middle of a conversation, unaware that this update thing was going to be a long ordeal.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
I "hate" technology.
Kind of in the same way I "love" running hills.
Forgot my toothbrush. (Also forgot to throw that in my randomness from the other day.)
Discovered that if I want to lay out in the sun on the back porch I have to do that at like 9 am. Otherwise the roof casts shadows over the whole deck.
55% updated. Jamie is going to be blowing up my phone.
Power went out today. Apparently my parents do not believe in flashlights. Wound up gathering candles from all over the house just to illuminate the kitchen so we could eat.
Oh no. I found another bar of doom and it's only at like 40%. Good grief!
An now my phone has restarted. And has a third bar of doom. An empty one. Showing absolutely no progress at all.
Oh thank the Lord, it's back.
That was an exciting read, wasn't it?
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Today I am random. Tomorrow I will be random
The cat tried to snuggle with me.
Instead I got hives.
Le sigh.
Finished Catch-22 after only something like 3 months. I thought I would feel more free...
Read yet another dystopian society teen novel that turned out to be part of a series that isn't finished yet. AAAARRRGGGGHH!!
"We believe in bravery.
Instead I got hives.
Le sigh.
Finished Catch-22 after only something like 3 months. I thought I would feel more free...
Read yet another dystopian society teen novel that turned out to be part of a series that isn't finished yet. AAAARRRGGGGHH!!
"We believe in bravery.
We believe in taking action.
We believe in freedom from fear and in acquiring the skills to force the bad out of our world so that the good can prosper and thrive."
--The Dauntless, Divergent
Love it. It's such a great philosophy.
I'm sleepy but my body is all "Oh, no, it is lunch time! Time to get up and run around and have fun!"
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Goliaths
Tonight was the recommitment night for Game Change at Xroads. I thought maybe we'd get some baptisms but no luck. Boo. I mean, I'm glad people got to commit money to the initiatives and all, but to be honest, Game Change isn't my main battle right now.
I'm glad Brian brought up the fact that we all have personal Goliaths we're facing too, because while I have troops on the Game Change battlefield, most of the hardcore battling got done when we started this thing 18 months ago. Now and then I have to send in a surge or reinforcements, but the front line is being held by the people with boots on the ground. I'm in charge of making sure armor and ammo get to them, and occassionally taking care of the wounded.
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Witch-king: Come not between the Nazgul and his prey! Or he will not slay thee in thy turn. He will bear thee away to the houses of lamentation, beyond all darkness, where thy flesh shall be devoured, and thy shrivelled mind be left naked to the Lidless Eye.
Èowyn: Do what you will; but I will hinder it, if I may.
Witch-king: Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!
Èowyn: But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund's daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.
God, I love her. She is so awesome. The bestest of all female characters in all of literature. (Hermione is second, fyi.)Èowyn: Do what you will; but I will hinder it, if I may.
Witch-king: Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!
Èowyn: But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund's daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.
On the way home from Xroads Toby Keith's "American Soldier" was playing and, apart from all the "Yay! Yay! USA!" overt overtones, I found it highly applicable.
I’ve counted up the cost,
I know the sacrifice
Oh and I don’t want to die for you, but if dyin’s asked of me
I’ll bear that cross with honor, cause freedom don’t come free.
Beside my brothers and my sisters,
I will proudly take a stand
When liberty’s in jeopardy,
I will always do what’s right
I’m out here on the front lines, sleep in peace tonight
I’m out here on the front lines, sleep in peace tonight.
Warning: SEVERE nerdiness ahead
Soooooo, I wandered across a HP tumblr where they've created new characters who currently attend Hogwarts or are alumni, complete with pictures of celebrities who play them, what house they're in, mini-bios, family trees etc.
And like the ginormous Potterhead I am, I decided it was time to make my own.
Stella Macmillan
Slytherin class of 2004.
Her family was shocked when Stella was sorted into Slytherin, as she came from a long line of Hufflepuffs, but given her cunning, resourcefulness, ambition, and certain amount of indecisiveness, she fit into the house well. After the Second Wizarding War she set out to help change the face of the house for the better. She gathered together like-minded Slytherins who supported school unity and disregarded blood status as an important factor. When Slytherin is referred to as a "bad" or "evil" house, she is quick to refer the speaker to Merlin and the heroes who took a stand against Voldemort such as Severus Snape, Regulus Black, Horace Slughorn, and Andromeda Tonks.
Sister is a Hufflepuff class of 2008
Parents are Hufflepuff classes of 1980 and 1981
BIO
Stella received her letter of acceptance to Hogwarts in October 1996, on her eleventh birthday but had to wait 11 months before she could start school. In the meantime her parents continued her home education in magical theory and history. In spring of 1997, when Headmaster Dumbledore was killed, her parents petitioned the Ministry for a permit to continue schooling her at home, as they believed Hogwarts was no longer safe. Over the summer they drilled her in Defense Against the Dark Arts, among other subjects.
On August 1, 1997 Voldemort took over the Ministry of Magic and ordered all school aged wizards and witches who were not muggle-born to return to school, forbidding learning at home. Summons were sent to all students that were expected to return, and Stella received hers as the family was packing in an attempt to flee England and the in evitable persecution for their blood status. The First Wizarding War had ended shortly after their own graduations from Hogwarts, and they remembered the frightening events surrounding the war vividly. They decided keeping her out of Hogwarts would put everyone in more danger than sending her, and so she was allowed to attend.
The Sorting Hat stalled when placing her, torn between all four houses. Initially torn between the Hufflepuff legacy, Ravenclaw intelligence and Slytherin cunning that it saw in her, it saw in her the desire to play a role in the battle to come from within. It offered her Gryffindor, in an effort to tempt her away from Slytherin and as a reward for the bravery she showed in her reasoning behind choosing Slytherin, but she remained steadfast.
She found members of Dumbledore's army and convinced them of her usefulness as a double agent against Snape's regime: No one suspected the quiet first year Slytherin of actively working with the rebels.
Due to the increase in Voldemort's power, her parents forbade her to return to Hogwarts in January, afraid that the family's blood status put her at risk in Slytherin House, again planning to flee. She snuck out to return to school anyway, determined to continue her subterfuge from within Slytherin. Her parents feared that demanding Headmaster Snape return her home would only draw more attention to her presence, so they remained silent.
By May 2, 1998 Stella had been driven out of Slytherin and was living in the room of requirement with other members of the DA and other muggle-borns, where they furthered their magical education with the help from 7th years and duels. When Harry Potter arrived and McGonagall instructed all first and second years escorted from the school for their safety, Stella was whisked away to Hogsmeade by Madame Pomfrey and Filch. She was able to slip away in the chaos, however, when her own Head of House, Horace Slughorn, led reinforcements back onto the grounds. Stella was able to survive the battle thanks to her early start in her education as well as the weeks spent living with the DA in the room of requirement. Despite being only a first year, she had at least third year skills in Defense Against the Dark Arts and had always had a knack for jinxes.
After the war, Stella returned to Hogwarts for the remaining 6 years of her education, having the opportunity to be taught DADA on occassion by the Trio themselves, and spending her last few years with Neville Longbottom as her Herbology professor.
She received 5 Os on her OWLs in Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Charms and Transfiguration and continued to take them as NEWT level classes. Despite being given a free pass to become an auror due to her experience at the Battle of Hogwarts, she studied to become a Healer and went on to work at St. Mungo's instead.
Relationships with other characters
Stella became very close to Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom, who were the only two who knew of her involvement while working as a mole for the DA. She also made many friends throughout the 4 hourses in her efforts to unite the school, as well as due to her popularity after the Battle of Hogwarts and her friendship with the soon-to-be-Mrs-Ginny-Potter.
She had numerous connections to Hufflepuff due to her family, and became best friends with Hufflepuff legacy and Prefect Salara Abbott after Stella's sister Cassietta started Hogwarts in 2001.
Distantly related to the Black family.
That's all I got right now. Only took like 2 hours.
I am SUCH a nerd!!!!!!!!!
And like the ginormous Potterhead I am, I decided it was time to make my own.
Stella Macmillan
Slytherin class of 2004.
Her family was shocked when Stella was sorted into Slytherin, as she came from a long line of Hufflepuffs, but given her cunning, resourcefulness, ambition, and certain amount of indecisiveness, she fit into the house well. After the Second Wizarding War she set out to help change the face of the house for the better. She gathered together like-minded Slytherins who supported school unity and disregarded blood status as an important factor. When Slytherin is referred to as a "bad" or "evil" house, she is quick to refer the speaker to Merlin and the heroes who took a stand against Voldemort such as Severus Snape, Regulus Black, Horace Slughorn, and Andromeda Tonks.
Sister is a Hufflepuff class of 2008
Parents are Hufflepuff classes of 1980 and 1981
BIO
Stella received her letter of acceptance to Hogwarts in October 1996, on her eleventh birthday but had to wait 11 months before she could start school. In the meantime her parents continued her home education in magical theory and history. In spring of 1997, when Headmaster Dumbledore was killed, her parents petitioned the Ministry for a permit to continue schooling her at home, as they believed Hogwarts was no longer safe. Over the summer they drilled her in Defense Against the Dark Arts, among other subjects.
On August 1, 1997 Voldemort took over the Ministry of Magic and ordered all school aged wizards and witches who were not muggle-born to return to school, forbidding learning at home. Summons were sent to all students that were expected to return, and Stella received hers as the family was packing in an attempt to flee England and the in evitable persecution for their blood status. The First Wizarding War had ended shortly after their own graduations from Hogwarts, and they remembered the frightening events surrounding the war vividly. They decided keeping her out of Hogwarts would put everyone in more danger than sending her, and so she was allowed to attend.
The Sorting Hat stalled when placing her, torn between all four houses. Initially torn between the Hufflepuff legacy, Ravenclaw intelligence and Slytherin cunning that it saw in her, it saw in her the desire to play a role in the battle to come from within. It offered her Gryffindor, in an effort to tempt her away from Slytherin and as a reward for the bravery she showed in her reasoning behind choosing Slytherin, but she remained steadfast.
She found members of Dumbledore's army and convinced them of her usefulness as a double agent against Snape's regime: No one suspected the quiet first year Slytherin of actively working with the rebels.
Due to the increase in Voldemort's power, her parents forbade her to return to Hogwarts in January, afraid that the family's blood status put her at risk in Slytherin House, again planning to flee. She snuck out to return to school anyway, determined to continue her subterfuge from within Slytherin. Her parents feared that demanding Headmaster Snape return her home would only draw more attention to her presence, so they remained silent.
By May 2, 1998 Stella had been driven out of Slytherin and was living in the room of requirement with other members of the DA and other muggle-borns, where they furthered their magical education with the help from 7th years and duels. When Harry Potter arrived and McGonagall instructed all first and second years escorted from the school for their safety, Stella was whisked away to Hogsmeade by Madame Pomfrey and Filch. She was able to slip away in the chaos, however, when her own Head of House, Horace Slughorn, led reinforcements back onto the grounds. Stella was able to survive the battle thanks to her early start in her education as well as the weeks spent living with the DA in the room of requirement. Despite being only a first year, she had at least third year skills in Defense Against the Dark Arts and had always had a knack for jinxes.
After the war, Stella returned to Hogwarts for the remaining 6 years of her education, having the opportunity to be taught DADA on occassion by the Trio themselves, and spending her last few years with Neville Longbottom as her Herbology professor.
She received 5 Os on her OWLs in Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Charms and Transfiguration and continued to take them as NEWT level classes. Despite being given a free pass to become an auror due to her experience at the Battle of Hogwarts, she studied to become a Healer and went on to work at St. Mungo's instead.
Relationships with other characters
Stella became very close to Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom, who were the only two who knew of her involvement while working as a mole for the DA. She also made many friends throughout the 4 hourses in her efforts to unite the school, as well as due to her popularity after the Battle of Hogwarts and her friendship with the soon-to-be-Mrs-Ginny-Potter.
She had numerous connections to Hufflepuff due to her family, and became best friends with Hufflepuff legacy and Prefect Salara Abbott after Stella's sister Cassietta started Hogwarts in 2001.
Distantly related to the Black family.
That's all I got right now. Only took like 2 hours.
I am SUCH a nerd!!!!!!!!!
Thursday, April 5, 2012
I really have no good titles for these mish mash posts I've been writing
I actually literally felt the chunks in my vomit on the back of my tongue during the beginning of my run this morning. I stopped to puke but didn't. HARDCORE. :-P
In less disturbing news:
The trip to DC is back on! God bless AirTran for adding a few more flights at almost the last minute and so cutting the price of my tickets in half. If the small children get to be too much I shall run away, quite literally. Or go explore NYC or Boston or DC. Oh my life is so hard. Not.
Also signed up for the Hot Chocolate 15K next February in Dallas. Shall be awesome. I mean, hello, chocolate fondue at the after-party? LOVE!
Back to my less than wonderful run this morning. It was draggy. Ugh. That's what you get for eating nothing but cereal, veggie bagels and Easter candy for 3 days I guess. But it was all so delicious!!! ...until it started coming back up of course...
Moving on!
Found new hummus that tastes oh so yummy. It's made from edamame instead of chickpeas. I kind of hate chickpeas. They're so......eww.
Waiting for the second Hunger Games book to become available. I am not a patient person. Thus this is not boding well.
:(
Boo.
In less disturbing news:
The trip to DC is back on! God bless AirTran for adding a few more flights at almost the last minute and so cutting the price of my tickets in half. If the small children get to be too much I shall run away, quite literally. Or go explore NYC or Boston or DC. Oh my life is so hard. Not.
Also signed up for the Hot Chocolate 15K next February in Dallas. Shall be awesome. I mean, hello, chocolate fondue at the after-party? LOVE!
Back to my less than wonderful run this morning. It was draggy. Ugh. That's what you get for eating nothing but cereal, veggie bagels and Easter candy for 3 days I guess. But it was all so delicious!!! ...until it started coming back up of course...
Moving on!
Found new hummus that tastes oh so yummy. It's made from edamame instead of chickpeas. I kind of hate chickpeas. They're so......eww.
Waiting for the second Hunger Games book to become available. I am not a patient person. Thus this is not boding well.
:(
Boo.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Today in pictures
Lucky for you, I sent Sar a buttload of pictures today from my phone, so I can share my day in picture form for once!
To the left is my first attempt at a Katniss-esque braid. I think it turned out pretty well. I did it while watching Castle (the dad from The Nanny was the bad guy. Kind of bizarre destruction of childhood...)
Adorable. Yes. Now I just need a date...
Anyway, while wandering around looking for vintage engagement rings (I just love looking at them and wondering about their owners. They just symbolize so much about their lives and I wonder if they were happy, if the girl said "yes" or the guy held on to it for his whole life. If the man was a solider, if he died in the war before they could get married, if she gave the ring to her daughter, if they never had kids and on and on and on) I found these gorgeous champagne flutes. 
I've been looking for good champagne flutes for a while now, and these were perfect. The deciding factor came when I flipped one over and found the glass blower had etched his name and the date: 12-31-89. As in 1889, which was also etched on the bottom.
Now I don't know much about this sort of thing, but I'm guessing they're worth more than the $30 I paid for 3 of them.
To the left is my first attempt at a Katniss-esque braid. I think it turned out pretty well. I did it while watching Castle (the dad from The Nanny was the bad guy. Kind of bizarre destruction of childhood...)
Then I decided to go shopping and wound up at my favorite consignment store: Snooty Fox. Spent $60 and wound up with another pair of Red Engine jeans (read: over $100 pair of great blue jeans), a pair of brand new with tags white jeans, two cute tops and the dress I'll be wearing to all my friends' weddings this summer -->
Adorable. Yes. Now I just need a date...
Next I wandered over to the antique store next door. Took me 15 minutes to realize I was now the kind of person who enjoys antiquing. Though now that I think of it, I have always enjoyed looking at old stuff. Even as a small child. My parents would go to the antique mall in Jackson and I looooooved looking at all the old toys and knick knacks. LOVED it. Can't believe it took me this long to figure out I love vintage clothes...
Anyway, while wandering around looking for vintage engagement rings (I just love looking at them and wondering about their owners. They just symbolize so much about their lives and I wonder if they were happy, if the girl said "yes" or the guy held on to it for his whole life. If the man was a solider, if he died in the war before they could get married, if she gave the ring to her daughter, if they never had kids and on and on and on) I found these gorgeous champagne flutes. I've been looking for good champagne flutes for a while now, and these were perfect. The deciding factor came when I flipped one over and found the glass blower had etched his name and the date: 12-31-89. As in 1889, which was also etched on the bottom.Now I don't know much about this sort of thing, but I'm guessing they're worth more than the $30 I paid for 3 of them.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Ramble ramble ramble
I reeeeeeeeeeeeally needed to run today.
Didn't.
But needed to.
Dammit.
Two of my new favorite songs to hear come on the radio: Crazy Girl and Good Girl
I wouldn't last a single day
I'd probably just fade away
Without you I'd lose my mind
Before you ever came along
I was living life all wrong
The smartest thing I ever did was make you all mine
Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?
I wouldn't dream of going nowhere
Silly woman, come here let me hold you
Have I told you lately I love you like crazy, girl?
--Eli Young Band
Hey, good girl
You got a heart of gold
You want a white wedding
And a hand you can hold
Just like you should, girl
Like every good girl does
Want a fairytale ending, somebody to love
But he’s really good at lying
Yeah, he’ll leave you in the dust
'Cause when he says forever
Well, it don’t mean much
Hey good girl
So good for him
Better back away honey
You don’t know where he’s been
Why, why you gotta be so blind?
Won’t you open up your eyes?
It’s just a matter of time 'til you find
He’s no good, girl
No good for you
You better get to getting on your goodbye shoes
--Carrie Underwood
Completely different. but I love them both. One for the lyrics, the other for the beat. Both for the play on words.
Our neighbors have been so much more noticeable today than usual. First I smelled grileld cheese for like an hour. Then they decided to practice piano. Badly. I had to crank up Pandora as loud as it would go so I could half-drown them out. So glad I didn't have to try and sleep through that.
April plans update:
Today -- library, Apple Store (FIX MY NIKE+ SENSOR NOW!!!!!!!!!!!! Please?), and CSI:NY is FINALLY back from hiatus.
Tomorrow: Xroads Holy Week service. First time we've ever had one. I swear it's because God knew how much extra Xroads I'd need right now. Three full weeks of double Xroads services= Awesomesauce
Next week: Lots of work and one night to spend with Momma and Daddy!
Third week: Welll......this was going to be my DC week but that's had a bitty hiccup so now I have to decide what I'm doing. Megabus tour of Chicago-Nashville-DC-NYC-Boston? Convince someone to go on a random road trip with me? Pick up hours at work? I don't know. We shall see.
Then we've reached the final week before FLYING PIG!
The Sar-Noodle is home so it is time to start the day.
At 4:30 pm.
Yep. Sounds about right.
Didn't.
But needed to.
Dammit.
Two of my new favorite songs to hear come on the radio: Crazy Girl and Good Girl
I wouldn't last a single day
I'd probably just fade away
Without you I'd lose my mind
Before you ever came along
I was living life all wrong
The smartest thing I ever did was make you all mine
Crazy girl, don't you know that I love you?
I wouldn't dream of going nowhere
Silly woman, come here let me hold you
Have I told you lately I love you like crazy, girl?
--Eli Young Band
Hey, good girl
You got a heart of gold
You want a white wedding
And a hand you can hold
Just like you should, girl
Like every good girl does
Want a fairytale ending, somebody to love
But he’s really good at lying
Yeah, he’ll leave you in the dust
'Cause when he says forever
Well, it don’t mean much
Hey good girl
So good for him
Better back away honey
You don’t know where he’s been
Why, why you gotta be so blind?
Won’t you open up your eyes?
It’s just a matter of time 'til you find
He’s no good, girl
No good for you
You better get to getting on your goodbye shoes
--Carrie Underwood
Completely different. but I love them both. One for the lyrics, the other for the beat. Both for the play on words.
Our neighbors have been so much more noticeable today than usual. First I smelled grileld cheese for like an hour. Then they decided to practice piano. Badly. I had to crank up Pandora as loud as it would go so I could half-drown them out. So glad I didn't have to try and sleep through that.
April plans update:
Today -- library, Apple Store (FIX MY NIKE+ SENSOR NOW!!!!!!!!!!!! Please?), and CSI:NY is FINALLY back from hiatus.
Tomorrow: Xroads Holy Week service. First time we've ever had one. I swear it's because God knew how much extra Xroads I'd need right now. Three full weeks of double Xroads services= Awesomesauce
Next week: Lots of work and one night to spend with Momma and Daddy!
Third week: Welll......this was going to be my DC week but that's had a bitty hiccup so now I have to decide what I'm doing. Megabus tour of Chicago-Nashville-DC-NYC-Boston? Convince someone to go on a random road trip with me? Pick up hours at work? I don't know. We shall see.
Then we've reached the final week before FLYING PIG!
The Sar-Noodle is home so it is time to start the day.
At 4:30 pm.
Yep. Sounds about right.
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