Monday, August 14, 2006

Upside Down

I'm so confused. I don't know what to think anymore. This post has caused much confusion in my little hobbit brain. Everything I ever learned about history could be WRONG!! I can't believe it's true. Mr. Beck told me it was, this post says it wasn't, oh what to do? HOW CAN I NOT BELIEVE MR. BECK?! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!! My life is flashing before my eyes. Everything is going black. I see a light.

< /drama >

:)

Sunday, August 13, 2006

The Freshman

I'm lazy, go here.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Getting Married

Don't worry, the only wedding I forsee in my near future is Colin and Sarah's. I'm not getting married soon and don't even have any prospective grooms. But I can honestly say, I do hope I get married some day. I've finally come to terms with the nuns saying no (I know, you can say it, took me long enough!), and I really do hope to find Mr. Right. I got out some good ol' fashioned Protestant chastity/dating books. Well, actually only one. I read When God Writes Your Love Story. Good book. It really stressed how one acts now can change how ones married life turns out. I know that every action we make changes life for the better or worse, no matter how small of a change. But it really got me thinking about that in relation to the marriage vocation. (And as Stang says, "MARRIAGE IS A VOCATION." Funny story about that, I'll tell you later.) I can do little things now. Even things that have no relation to purity or chastity. Anything that makes me a better person, makes me a better woman, and eventually a better wife. Becoming more selfless, more prudent, more faithful, more wise, and more loving are all things I will need for my vocation. When I asked Sr. Agnes what I should do at Christendom to prepare for being a sister, she told me to live like one called to the convent. I really don't know how well I actually did that. *hanging head* I tried. Mabye that should have said something to me. . . Anyway, I'm going to do my best to live like one called to be married.

It's really a beautiful thing. Finding that one person who you will be closest to for all of your life. Someone to help you grow closer to God and become a better person. Someone who you can help do the same. Someone to lean on and someone to lean on you. Someone to laugh with and cry with. Someone to just sit and sigh with. (Oh boy, I'm rhyming, watch out.) And someone to take care of other someones with. Oh, motherhood. We'll cross that bridge when it comes! :)

I know sometimes when I was younger, the thought of finding this person seemed like a frighteningly large task. How would I ever know who was right? How would I find him? But now I'm excited. And I'm not going to look for him. God knows where I am and where he is, and when He wants us together, He'll make it happen. (Granted I have to make sure I'm not too dorky to miss it.) If I don't find him by the time I've graduated from college, that's okay. I suppose I'll get a little apartment and go to grad school and find some kind of job. If I don't find him by the time grad school is done, that's okay, too. Hopefully I'll be able to afford a slightly bigger apartment and maybe a better job. I will live in Laura and Mike's backyard and tell their kids stories about their mommy and I used to prank each other and other silly things. And as much as I like cats, I don't think I will have many. I'd rather have one cat and many dogs. And of course horses. But then again, if I find him anywhere in there is good, too. I can truly say that I'm just going to chill. I'm just gonna do the best I can with what I've got in the time I'm got. Who said that? Someone famous said that. Anyway, it all God's time.

Getting Ready For Back To School

I've done it. I've put the first of my clothes into my suitcase. Granted I won't finish packing until the morning of the 17th, but I have started. It's so weird. The summer has gone by so fast. Of course there were times I thought it would never end! It's been a hard summer and a wonderful summer at the same time. Actually this is the best summer that I've had in a couple of years. I think (I hope!) I've grown a lot. Who knows, maybe even someday I might be 5' 1". But all joking aside, I think I'm a better person than the one that left Christendom this past May. I'm excited for a new semester to start and sad to be leaving home. Bob and I are finally starting to have the relationship we used to have we used to have when I was small. That makes me happier than I could ever say.

I've still got plenty of things to worry about, of course. Many things in my life are still so uncertain. All along I've said worrying doesn't help, so why do it? I actually think I did a pretty good job about not worrying, up until I was marched to the Mayo. Then I became a basket case and have been since. But things are good. I think the journey that started early Febuary to turn my gaze from inward to outward is actually making good progress. (I know that's a life long journey. I don't think there is a human being who is perfectlly selfless. But I needed a tutorial!) I'm no Bl. Mamma T by any means! But I think I can rejoin the human race. That makes me so happy. I think I'm on my way to becoming a better daughter, friend and student. (Note, I did not say a good daughter, friend, and student, merely a better one.) I've started reading Dark Night of the Soul, and I kid you not, I think St. John of the Cross is my new best friend. I'm only a couple of chapters into it, but I think it's easily the best book I've read (or started, the sanguine that I am) in a looooong time.

I've finally realized what Sr. Constance had said many years ago. Back when I was, oh, a junior in high school maybe, I had been helping lead a youth retreat. Sr. Constance, a Franciscan sister happened by. (The retreat took place at the school where she worked.) We begged her to tell her conversion story. She replied, "Which conversion story? Life is full of conversions. I have millions of stories I could tell." That always confused me. She had been a Protestant before becoming a sister and that was obviously the story that came to my mind. In the same light, a priest once told me that life was constant metenoia. I just kind of smiled and nodded.

But it really is! Converting to Christianity, or Catholicism, or becoming a "real" Catholic (instead of the instant "just add Easter and Christmas types"), is a wonderful thing. But staying requires an almost constant recommitment to what you believe. Not that it has to be a big thing, but every time one prays, and certainly every time one says the Creed, one reaffirms faith in the Truth. *sigh* Wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. With this reaffirmation comes a deepening of faith.

I'm excited to get back to Christendom to see all my great friends I haven't seen since May (most of who I haven't talked to since then.) But I'm so ready to get back to a place that has twice daily Mass, twice daily confessions, and a generally Catholic atmosphere. Heck, I'd probably even hug the Legion people. (I live near perpetual adoration, so that will actually be a step down.)

So back to the grindestone it is. It'll be strange being a super sophomore. Half my classes are junior and half sophomore. It'll be weird, because I've already started Eng and history and gotten to almost midterm before I had to drop. But I have different professors and the students will all be different. It should be interesting. Either way, I guess I'll just keep working to do everything in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Monday, August 07, 2006

My Comments in Red

Highlight the stupid thing, I don't know why it's being dumb.



You Know You're From South Dakota When...


During a storm you check the cattle before you check the kids. The kids have more sense. (Hopefully.)

The local gas station sells live bait. Where else are you planning on getting it?

You don't buy all your vegetables at the grocery store. Only in the winter, and that's if there's not enough frozen from the garden.

You know the code names for everyone on the CB.

You'll skip your cousin's funeral for the first day of deer season. Can't say I've done that.

You don't clean up the dog's mess because it's just fertilizer. Nope.

It takes 30 seconds to reach your destination and it's clear across town. Maybe a minute.

You can tell the smell of a skunk and the smell of a feed lot apart. They smell WAY different. Not even close!

You consider a building a mall if it's bigger than the local Wal-Mart. Pretty much.

The first, and perhaps only celebrity you've ever met is Captain 11. I wanted to meet him so bad. Just never got the chance. Sad day.

Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting on I-90 for the "follow me" car to come back during road construction. Or when the train comes. Once we were backed up two blocks!

"Vacation" means stopping off at Wall Drug for Friday night dinner and a drive through the Badlands early Saturday morning, with the rest of the weekend driving through the Black Hills before heading home for Sunday night chores. Sounds like a good time to me!

Your school classes were canceled because of cold. And cold means 10 below zero. Psht! Try 25 below.

You know not only 'what' but 'where' Sturgis is. And, your first big trip in life was to see Mt. Rushmore and visit the Flintstone's Bedrock City in Custer. Strugis yes, the rest no.

A big shopping trip is going to Sioux Falls - Empire Mall. Minneapolis, if you are really living. Oh yea! The Empire Mall has everything anyone could ever want. Minneapolis, that's just nuts.

You know all 4 seasons: Almost winter, winter, HOT HOT HOT, and winter again. What happened to road construction season?

There is a McDonald's in every town with a population of 1,000 or more. Over 1,000, there is a McDonald's on each end of town. I lived in a town of 2,000 and no McDonald's. We did have an A & W, though. (They make more than root beer floats!!)

Eight-foot tall snow piles divide the lane down the middle of Main Street from November through March. Give or take.

Pop is a Coke and soda involves ice cream and root beer. This one is wack. Everyone calls it pop. (Of course except for me, the rebel who says soda!)

You plug your car in at night, but it's not to charge the batteries. Why would you plug in your car to charge the batteries? I'm confused.

You could always count on the local truck stop or The Happy

Chef for the best breakfast in town. Perkins, Happy Chef, same diff.

Aside from pheasants, mosquitos are the state bird. I blame MN!

Menards on any weekend is busier than the toy stores at Christmas. Of course! Kids have fun at Menards, too!

Praire dogs outnumber people 10 to 1 So very true. http://southdakotapolitics.blogs.com/south_dakota_politics/2006/week29/index.html#entry-11722157#trackback

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from South Dakota. Well, most/none of you are from So Dak. But I think they're funny.




Wasting Much Time

More than you ever wanted to know about me in strange girlie internet quiz style. (Can you tell I can't get to sleep?)
You Don't Have a Boyfriend Because You are Too Shy

When a guy gets to know you, he finds a great catch
Problem is... you're too shy for most guys to get to know.
From meeting someone to dating, you usually have your guard up.
And while you're just holding back, it makes you seem like you've got something to hide.
Hmmm, never heard that one before.
Your Are a Blue Rose

You represent the unattainable and fantasies

Your vibe: larger than life and intoxicating

Falling in love with you is: like seeing a whole new world
Um, okay. I don't really know what that means. . . Sciene! I said science! What is two by pi?
You Are an Exotic Beauty!

No matter what your ehtnic background, you've got a unique look
And your one of a kind beauty makes an imprint in every man's mind
You hardly ever wear the same outfit twice, and your hair is always changing
As a result, your look is always new and fresh - never outdated or stale
Cool! True or not, at least I can spell ethnic!
Men See You As Desirable

Men often find you immediately attractive and sensual
You're honesty is refreshingly beautiful ... it draws guys in
You are also able to be open with your feelings with no emotional baggage
Packing light means you enjoy new relationships easily
Haven't heard this one either.
Your Love Song Is

You and Me by Lifehouse

"Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do
Nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you"

For you, love is very intense and a little difficult to express.

But it's already taken! A couple of times over!

You Are a Good Student of Men

You're pretty good at knowing what men are thinking
But you're not dead on 100% of the time
Let your guy off the hook sometimes... because you may be reading him all wrong!


I SO beg to differ. About the knowing guys thing. Hah! They think girls are complicated?

Your Famous Movie Kiss is from Romeo + Juliet

"Has my heart loved 'till now? Forswear it, sight! For I never saw a true beauty 'till this night."

I hated this movie. So much.
Your Reputation Is: Sweet Girl

While you're well known, there's nothing to worry about.
You're reputation is mostly good - as good as any rep can be.

Aww, shucks.
You Are Midtown

You love so many things, you don't fit into any one label.
Your city girl persona goes to a fancy restaurant one night and a dive bar the next.

What the [edit] is midtown?
You Are a Friendly Flirt!

You are quite the flirt, but you don't flirt with just anyone.
And you hardly ever get caught, because your flirting seems so friendly.
You've got a good thing going. Tons of friends, both guys and girls.
And if you do decide to flirt, hardly anyone's the wiser. Pretty trick!

But flirting is EVIL! *holding two markers on either side of my head*
You'll Find Love Where You Least Expect It

You're the type most likely to find love... surprised?
You shouldn't be! You're a fun, independent woman who is always out and about.
And you're smart to sometimes leave your girlfriends behind and go it alone.
Men love to approach you when you're out by yourself - including Mr. Perfect!

Yay! I have a pig. Crud, what was the name of that pig in that guys need to grow up book?




You Are 30% Left Brained, 70% Right Brained



The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.

Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.

If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.

Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.



The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.

Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.

If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.

Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.




Sounds good to me.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

I Got Board

Check it out.


Jen made me do it!!!

(Well, no she didn't, but she DID give me the idea.)

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Melancholic

I feel like posting something profound.

I can't think of anything except that I feel like barfing.

I'm sure you didn't want to hear that.

Got certified in CPR and AED usage today. Yup, I can get out there and try to save people's lives. I really hope if I ever need to use it, I can do it right.

Got an American Government final on Friday. Not ready for that in the least.

I just got a laptop stand, so I don't have to use the Physician's Desk Reference and the Mayo Clinic book to prop up Gunter anymore. Well, actually, I'm using the laptop stand, and the PDR. (Gunter's on a coffee table and it's really low.)

Bob bought some Coke today. We drank it at supper. Yummy.

I decided those alcoholics really know what they're talking about with the whole one day at a time thing.

Bob thinks I have commitment issues.

I watched Veggie Tales's Lord of the Beans. I was thoroughly disappointed. Veggie Tales is usually so good.

I've found out there actually is other Christendom students on facebook. Who knew?

I impressed Bob with my ability to read Latin. (Oh such mad skills! Yea, right, I bet Mr. Strickland is rolling over in his grave right now. Especially hard beings he's still alive.)

My cat is sleeping. She just farted. I'm so amazed how something so small and cute and fluffy can be so disgustingly putrid.

I've been wearing jeans to class the last two days. I feel like such a rebel. (And a slacker!!! I'm so sorrrrrry!!!!!!)

If you are reading this, you are probably bored. I know I am.