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Jilofalltrades87
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Interests: Reading first and foremost, Bible Quizzing, and debate.
Expertise: I'm moderately good at writing, drawing, tatting, knitting, origami, sewing, braiding, calligraphy, scrapbooking, acting, quizzing, speech, and debate. In short, I'm a jill of all trades and a mistress of none.
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Member Since:
7/8/2005
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| RiddleI am seen but not felt,
Yet untouched I have power.
Those that have me produce;
Those without me devour.
I will hide a great horde
As in battle they fight.
In some tiny creatures
I appear in the light.
I adorn surgeon's heads
And fill hippies with glee.
I fulfill many jobs:
It's not easy being me.
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| You just have to take the H and the r out of 'Hearts' to get 'Eats'.It was a good Valentine's Day. I got a package from my family with amazing roses-are-red spoofs, of which my favorite was "Roses are red, monkeys have bones, I'd give you my heart, but I'm not Davy Jones." Then the boys in my class splurged again and bought us girls all roses and gave them to us yesterday at declamation, along with much chocolate. We made them cookies.
The highlight of the whole thing for me, though, was when Mr. Appel wandered through the commons room and gravitated over to the table with the cookies. They'd been there for several hours and most of them were still unclaimed. He was like, "Sooo... how many of these guys aren't even going to be here today? How many of them will even notice these?" The cookies were packaged in bags and each bag had a name on it, so Mr. Appel couldn't get away with just stealing a bag. Comforted by this, I went back to my book, only to look up five minutes later and realize that I had severely underestimated Mr. Appel's ingenuity. He had unzipped the bags one by one, carefully removed one cookie from each, and zipped them back. He then walked happily off balancing a stack of cookies and eating as he went.
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| Good Christian, fear, for sinners here the silent Word is pleading.
Nails, spear, shall pierce Him through,
The cross be borne for me, for you,
Hail, hail, the Word made flesh,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
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| LifeIt's Joanna and Joel and Jordan canning peaches with classical music playing and Eva and Reilly running around dropping board books and pulling out pots and pans and trying to pick up the lid to the canning cauldron, and it's Joel giggling at Joanna's fly phobia and at Eva gobbling peaches and it's Owen going "ga-BA" and batting at the mobile in his carseat and the mobile jangling out Pop Goes the Weasel. It's sun filtering through the clouds and windows and breezes sweeping through the door and Eva showing off her daddy and blowing into the empty fishbowl and waving to me and it's Lydia writing a rhetoric paper in her pajamas in the background and startling us with random pronouncements on psychopharmacologic kids, and it's watching Reilly's mom drive past three times trying to find the driveway, and it's Jordan and Joel telling Eva "no touch" firmly and praising her when she doesn't and laughing when she sticks batteries in her eyes and pretends they're binoculars. It's Jordan kissing Owen all over and Eva playing peekaboo with me and discussions of what altitude we're at and how many kinds of peaches Joanna bought and it's pizza on the coffee table and jars of orangey-gold peaches on the counter and it's me sitting on the couch reading Bavinck on covenants. All that, that's life. That and run-on sentences. Happiness. | | |
| Things I Learned this Summer1. Two jobs at once is a very bad idea. You'll constantly end up
refusing both because the other one booked you first, and develop two
reputations of unreliability.
2. The worst kind of a ball pit is an inflatable one. Especially when
you are the one in charge of preventing floods of balls every time a
child squishes down the edge to slide back onto the grass. And of
cleaning up the results of an indifferent coworker's filling your spot
while you were on break.
3. Ayn Rand's books exist solely to beat you over the head with idiotic
philosophy. (Dedicated selfishness as the height of nobility? Give me a
break.)
4. How to operate a two-line phone. (without manual or instruction.)
5. The history of the OPC.
6. Government workers are incapable of turning out simple prose that
means what it's meant to mean or has even a semblance of flowing
properly.
7. It's amazing how much furniture is free by the side of the road if you pay attention.
8. The kind of company picnic that overflows with free catered food,
sand art, cotton candy, sno-cones, popcorn, airbrushing, and carnival
game prizes produces incredible greed in people. Let's not even get
into the ones that involve beer and wine.
9. If there is cotton candy in heaven, it will be made in hell. Or by
someone who enjoys molten sugar embedded in her shirt, arm hair, and
braid. Not to mention blue sugar eyelashes.
10. Using gunpowder Pop-its instead of rice is a very bad idea at a
wedding, no matter how many times you admonish people not to throw them
on the carpet or the bride's train.
11. Greek salad is delicious.
12. I am not interested in living alone.
13. Sunscreen really is important. Especially when you spend 5 hours in
the sun in a polo shirt with the top button undone. V-shaped necklaces
burned into the skin severely limit clothing options.
14. Kids listen when I shout.
15. Steel-toed boots look dumb with skirts.
16. I hate applying for jobs.
17. An ankle length denim skirt is not the best attire for tug-of-war and potato sack races.
18. A credible dinner for 8 can be produced in 30 minutes.
19. The maximum number of pictures my memory card can hold is 662. At least when 3 of them are videos.
20. Anything with Denzel Washington in it is worth watching.
21. Turtles don't fly.
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