this was kind of funny before. maybe not really now.

JOE: So, TULIP
How much of that you cool with?
I just met a group of "Lutheran" double-predestinators/limited atoners and it was a little weir.d
(The orthodox Lutheran position is generally single predestination, which I realize is a contradiction to human minds, but, "the wisdom of God is foolishness to men" and all that.)
You left the chat by logging out or being disconnected.

ME: you are c=razy
and i'm in class, so we will have to discuss later

JOE: crazy??
You mean... theologically?

ME: no, more of on a personal level

JOE: or in that this is what I've chosen to discuss on my lunch break?
ah, well.
correct
It's good to be loved.

ME: ha
you're welcome

JOE:I've also lately become fond of referring to things as "the error of Rome" if I find them too Papist and "the error of Geneva" if I find them too Calvinist.
It's sweet.
I suppose I could also say "the error of Constantinople" if I find things too... iconoclastic?
But frankly, how often does THAT come up??

ME: this is going on my blog, fyi

How DO blind people drive?

asked my brother, one sunny day in 1989. i think we had just watched an episode of the golden girls, and rose's blind sister joked about how she was going to go for a joyride. or something like that. so the wheels in jeff's head began turning (no steam was involved) and he will never live that one down.



HOWEVER, i just got a new piano student, and he my 5-year-old neighbor who happens to be blind. um, yikes--uncharted territory. i told his mom i would give it a shot, but also let her know that i have no idea how to teach blind children how to play the piano. especially since my knowledge of music theory is shady at best. he's an adorable little boy, and has always been really good when i've talked to him, but i guess he "doesn't like to follow directions." but honestly, what 5 year old does? so THAT's nothing new.



i just got two very sweet emails from wonderful friends, so my day has officially been made! EVEN IF i can't go to running club this week, EVEN IF i didn't iron my shirt this morning. it looked more acceptable in the dim closet light.



now for your reading enjoyment, I have taken the liberty of googling "golden girls theme song lyrics" and have posted them below. a complimentary trip down memory lane:



Thank You for Being a Friend by Andrew Gold - Golden Girls Lyrics
Thank you for being a friend
Traveled down the road and back again
Your heart is true your (sic) a pal and a confidant.
And if you through (sic) a party
Invited everyone you ever knew
You would see the biggest gift would be from me
And the card attached would say thank you for being a friend.





--um, did anyone else notice the two incorrect homonym uses? come ON.
AND did anyone else note the sheer irony of the golden girls' theme song being written by a guy whose last name is GOLD? pretty sure that's not a coincidence. pretty sure that's DESTINY.









**sorry it's so pixellated. the price you pay to have blanche's face just a little bit bigger on your blog. alas**

bubble: my favorite word. it just pops out of your mouth

it is not, however, my favorite movie. actually, it's not a movie at all. (bubble fans, hear me out)

beth once rented a film called bubble. she loved it, i did not. i once rented a movie called legally blond two: red white and blond. i loved it, she did not.

i generally avoid critically acclaimed films. (save one huge exception, "titanic," but  that doesn't count beause shortly after it won all those awards and millions of 14 year old girls flocked to the theater to see it for the 18th time, it fell out of fashion.) anyway, titanic was also a "movie," not a "film." movies are fun and tell a story rather than trying to make a political point. films are generally dark pieces of art written by some tortured genius who has carried some of that teenage angst into adulthood. in short, movies are entertainment, films are art. and while art is great, i usually want to be entertained on a weekend evening with my $9 (plus 3.90!!!!! for a kids size diet coke). that being said, slumdog millionaire was really really good. it definitely had a story, and it was certainly artsy, it made a point and opened your eyes, but it was also thoroughly entertaining. it was even better than the two movies i've seen recently (shopaholic and he's not that into you). so, i stand corrected and i will be sure to give art a chance in the future. 

i know i've been lax in writing on here. hilarious stuff anyway (jk,tk). it's just that my life has been going on--nothing too exciting. even though every day spent with libby is an adventure, right? so i should have tons to say, but alas, i do not. i saw howie mandel the other day on tv for some new show he's in (like candid camera i think) anyway THAT made me wonder how many hours of my life i spent watching bobby's world when i was a kid. probably somewhere around 72. which means that there are approximately 3 days of my life that i will NEVER GET BACK. 

now i could go around calculating things like that all day (once beth and i calculated how much time of our lives in high school would be spent in band, and it was something utterly ridiculous like 8.9%)....anyway, the reason i'm thinking in these terms is that i'm doing a bible study on ecclesiastes and the final chapter of the study book is called "life is short so live like you mean it." and i know that's just a catchy phrase the author used to sum up the end of ecclesiastes, but it really struck me. learning to live intentionally is a process and i feel like i've made some progress in that area, but i waste so much time on the inconsequential stuff in life.  this idea is one that i've been thinking about a lot--how can i live in ways that will be meaningful to others, abandon the selfishness and sloth that can fill my day if i let it, and do things that matter. THAT, my friends is a huge question, and i'm not sure there is AN answer. but there's certainly room to grow. 

hubris=excessive pride. always the tragic flaw

just something to think about

 

(c) bgp

bob loblaw law blog

say that out loud. 

makes me laugh every time

redemption...trifecta...soapbox

hi kids, 

you know what today is? tuesday. the happiest day of the week. AND i'm coming off my first day of subbing, an interesting an politically-neutral episode of oprah (for once), running club, and of course biggest loser. AAAND i drove only when necessary today. redemption.

here's the problem. well, the three problems. the trifecta, if you will (oh, i will)...

--i was surrounded by people at running club but felt utterly and existentially alone... allison's on vacation. waaah. 

--i am totally torn--do i watch the biggest loser or american idol?? 

--i just bought new nail polish (that did get approval from the kids i was subbing today. score.)--it's that quick-drying stuff. what they don't tell you is that it's also quick-chipping. i swear, i put it on, and the stuff had already begun to chip off before i even had my shoes tied. and they call this progress. 

other than that, life is good. oh except one thing. i have lots to say about the bachelor last night. i don't know if any of you watched it, but i actually stayed up til 11 not only to watch the finale, but also the after-the-rose special. here's the recap--jason proposed to melissa on the finale, but then--6 weeks later--broke it off to pursue a relationship with molly, who he dumped on the finale. i know, a mess, right? his reasoning was that he never lied to either of them--his feelings were "real" at the respective times he expressed them, and he had to "follow his heart." he didn't want to "live with regrets." .......the utter selfishness and pride (masked as the hurt that comes with living in the moment) that underlies his reasoning and actions were all too clearly revealed, though. he should be feeling very exposed. i am so tired of the lie we are fed by people in the limelight, that we need to just do what's best for ourselves. it is prideful, ugly, and ultimately harmful. 

ANYWAY. after my confession about the bachelor i wanted to clear things up and let you all know that while i did watch the bachelor, i am in no way succumbing to the ideals (or lack thereof) it promotes.

now that we're clear on THAT...

have a great week. 

catharsis.

ohmygoondess, i'm addicted to the bachelor. 

and i hate the entire premise of it, but i watch it everysingleweek.

confession

i actually drove the 0.2 miles to the workout room-slash-free internetroom today. no big deal, you say? ok. well.  imagine you're at point A, looking across a parking lot, albeit a rather long one, to point B. you want to get to point B without putting sweatpants on over your running shorts. you also need to get not only yourself from point A to point B, but also your computer, ipod, and water bottle. so you drive. to a building you can see from your window. that my friends, describes the past 2 minutes of my life. i was overwhelmed by guilt at having burned some percentage of a tank of fossil fuels, so i thought i'd blog my confession, so that it will not happen again. next time i will walk. hold me accountable.

(as someone born with little to none self control, i rely heavily on accountability partners--for everything from not eating too much candy to wearing my retainers at night. i must say that while i love my multitude of accountability partners all dearly, they've DROPPED THE BALL. i eat candy like it's my job and haven't worn my retainer since last year. in fact, one of them, linda, knows about my candy weakness, and brings it to work for me. sabotage. 

in other news--you're talking to indianapolis' newest and finest substitute teachers. i had an orientation today, and already have two days this week (spring break) lined up. heck yes. i observed in one class as part of the orientation (which is cool, even though i've spent 3 years in a classroom, but whatever)...and the biggest issue i forsee is having to deal with kids saying things like "holy crap" (it's a christian school). but with teaching, you never know...in my three years' stint at gcs, i had a girl light her hair on fire, another kid slice his finger open, and multitudes of inappropriate comments that, looking back, probably deserved more than the benign reprimand that they actually got. but i miss teaching so much, and i'll deal with whatever comes my way. they know i'm a science teacher, so i'll be mostly subbing in science classes, and they expect me to actually teach. yay! 

i know you're on your edge of your seat: what's the latest song with which i am obsessed this week (note the correct, though cumbersome use of a preposition)....well, wait no longer. it is "down the road," by kenny chesney. confession part deux---i heard it on my way to my grandma's and was surprised at myself when i started to cry :( . i get weepy and sentimental often when i'm there. being in the town my mom grew up in makes me kind of sad. there are lots of reasons for this that i'm not going to go into on such an open and impersonal forum. but it happens. hence the tears. 

awww, an old lady just came in and got on the treadmill. old people working out are kind of cute. you know what's not quite as cute? my father, doing yoga.

 (dad, if you're reading this....um your hair looks nice).