I thought since it has been two months, maybe I'd update the xanga. 

Christmas break was faaaaabulous.  I miss it already. 

The church plant is picking up speed; we're starting a small group Sunday night for those interested in getting involved.  It is going to be a really exciting year, I think.

I am really all out of words... I need to get back into practice with writing.  I just don't have anything to say, and that's totally unlike me.  I'll get back with you when I have something good :)

Ooh I am starting a new Bible study series Thursday with my old group at HCC - it is a Beth Moore study, and I LOVE Beth Moore's studies.  WAAY excited.  I haven't been involved with an organized Bible study since last year.

Someday, we'll do another girls night.  I'm sorry I stink at scheduling them; with Lydia, it is a tad bit more difficult.

Much love...

Run down...

As those of you in my study halls and class noticed, I was not at school today - had to attend to the needs of Lydia, who has a bad ear infection.  And let me tell you, I am whipped.  Taking care of her all day has worn me out and stressed me out.  I know she'll be fine, but I feel terrible for her - her eye is all red and she is cranky as all get-out. 

So it has been a rough day.

Don't know who is going to the party at school tomorrow night, but I hope to be there!  I'm not sure if I will be able to though, since Lyd is still sick.  It wouldn't be a very responsible parent thing for me to leave her with someone else when she feels so crummy.  But the husband will be there.  So have a jolly good time without me!  Harumph!

No worries.  I am going to watch all sorts of chic flicks all night tonight and all night tomorrow night, in between taking care of Lydia.  It will be a chic flick smorgasbord.  That word makes me think of smores, which makes me think of eating dinner, which I haven't prepared yet.  So on that note, I am going to go grill a piece of chicken and make a salad and get ready for an evening of weepy eyes and sighs. 

Have a faaaantastic night.

Because I am all about stealing surveys...

1. How tall are you barefoot?
5'6

2. Have you ever smoked cocaine?
No.  I tried to come up with something funnier than Heather's comment, but nothing is coming.

3. Do you have a gun in your house?
Nope

4. Ever been to Rehab?
No.  Maybe this survey isn't as fun as it was cracked up to be.

5. Do you get nervous before "meeting the parents"?
Yes.  I am intimidated by "the parents" - I expect them to beat me up for giving their child a bad grade.

6. What do you think of your friends?
I have a sneaking suspicion no one else can see them.

7. What's your favorite Christmas song?
"If we make it through December"

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?

lots and lots of tea

9. Do you do push-ups?
only when I am feeling especially flabby

10. Have you ever done ecstacy?
I'd be curious to read the answers of someone who has

11. Are you vegetarian?
Occasionally i eat vegetables.

12. Do you like painkillers?

When in pain, painkillers are faaabulous.

13. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?
Well I do this seductive somersault and then rub my stomach and pat my head.  That seems to get them every time.

14. Do you own a knife?

I do - big sharp ones

15. Do you have A.D.D.?

Child-induced, yes.

16. Date Of Birth?
July 30

17. Top 3 thoughts at this exact moment:
1. Is this all I could come up with to do right now? 
2. My contacts are drying my eyes out
3. I want ice cream

18. Name the last 3 things you have bought?
1. amoxicillin for lyd
2. chicken
3. gas.  i live an action-packed life.

19. Name 3 things u drink regularly
1. hot tea
2. warm tea
3. luke warm tea

20. What time did you wake up today?
6:45

21. Current hair style?
an attempt to be "in" that has gone borderline-boyish

22. Current worry?
That all of this typing will result in me being up later than planned, resulting in Lydia waking up earlier than planned, which will inevitably turn me into a zombie

23. Current hate?
the onslaught of winter

24. Favorite place to be?
bed

25. Least favorite place to be?
lately?  my first friday afternoon study hall

26. Where would you like to go?
Colorado

27. Do you own slippers?
yes but i don't wear them

28. Where do you think you'll be in 10 yrs?
probably somewhere on the planet earth.

29. Do you burn or tan?
I spontaneously combust

30. Last thing you ate?

klondike bar.  what would you do... ooh ooh. 

31. Would you be a pirate?
only if i could have a wooden leg

32. Last time you had an alcoholic drink?
a week or so ago. 

33. What songs do you sing in the shower?
lately, "Do, a deer, a female deer..."

34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?
Fire.  The shadow of the curtain.

35. What's your favorite sport?
Baseball

36. Last thing that made you laugh?
Lydia

37. Best bed sheets you had as a child?
I only remember Strawberry Shortcake

38. Worst injury you've ever had?
Self-inflicted, broken wrist; inevitable - c-section

40. How many TVs do you have in your house?
Two

41. Who is your loudest friend?
My husband

42. Who is your most silent friend?
Well as I mentioned above, my special friends don't seem to be noticed by anyone else...

43. Does someone have a crush on you?
Not really.  He doesn't crush on me anymore

44. Do you wish on stars?
No

45. What is your favorite book?
The B-I-B-L-E.  And a whole slew of others

46. What is your favorite candy?
Jolly Ranchers.  I ahven't had them in a really long time

47. What song do/did you want played at your wedding?
I really wanted Rolling Stones - "Beast of Burden", while Brandon did the garter removal thing.  I got my wish

48. What song do you want played at your funeral?
"Celebrate good times, come on!"

49. What were you doing at 12AM last night?
Dreaming about Becky Neubauer, oddly enough

50. Do you love someone?
Yes I do.  Lots and lots of people.

In reply to a post...

I wrote this in reply to a friend talking about the myspace phenom, and since I wrote a book in reply, I thought I'd stick it up on my xanga too. 

Hey friend,

Excellent post - I've talked to a few people about the phenomenon of blogging and online communications.  I'm with you - person-to-person contact is so much more valuable.  I think online communications have become a lazy way to stay in touch with people - I only have to post once about my life, and whoever is interested can sit down and read it.  There isn't a whole lot of intimacy involved with that, and it saves me having to write ten emails.  Isn't that terrible???

On the other hand, hooking up with so many of my friends and acquaintances of old would never happen with all of the "stuff" I jam into each week - therefore, myspace and xanga allows me to have all of these pseudo-relationships with people... maybe we could call them fast food friendships?...  Heaven forbid I pick up the phone and arrange for a coffee date with someone, drive a half hour to meet them, and spend two hours hanging out - there are more time-consuming activities to do, like work, clean the house, sleep, play with the baby, hang out with the husband... So in the end, we have more friends/acquaintances, more connections, less time to spend with them, and as a result, shallower relationships.  Is that overanalyzing the web-world, or am I on to something?

Now, I'll admit too, I'm on myspace.  I love it.  But like a twitch in my brain, a quiet alarm sounds every time I log on, saying, "this isn't enough".  Real, honest, human contact is missing.

I should post this on my xanga.  It's the most writing I've done in weeks!

Hope to chat soon :)  Love ya.

Nothing New Under the Sun...

I have an idea for a Wells... Weekly... or Monthly, or Bi-Monthy, but I haven't quite formulated it yet.  But I was browsing through some old poetry from college and found this piece.  Hope you like it.

On A Good Night

On a good night, the ceiling disappears

and although the clouds may be thick,

light guides my eyes through miracles.

On a good night, my heart

flutters over chapters of truth,

piloted by an immortal breeze.

On a good night, the hours tick by,

for you have given me energy

to keep breathing in these words.

On a good night, I hear you speak to me,

and my soul childishly splashes

in the glamour and sparkle you’ve poured upon me.

But tonight, the ceiling is crashing

and the room is filled with smog.

It’s so dark; I only see gloom.

Tonight, my heart is dragging its feet through

the chronicles of these horse latitudes.

Tonight, the hours have stalled,

and my will has whittled away into this sliver,

broken easily by outside works.

Tonight, I cannot distinguish your voice

from his and hers and theirs and my own…

I’ve wandered from my puddle of glad tidings.