Addicted to Ink

Sunday, May 28, 2006


Six years ago today, I brought Mike "home" for the first time - my 22nd birthday.

The memory makes me smile.

By the end of the day, my relatives were saying, "Well, it's obvious that you two are going to get married. Let's talk kids. When? How many?"

Yeah. We'd been dating less than a month.

We were both a lot freaked out heading back to C-ton that day, but we got over it.


Thursday, May 18, 2006

quietly rebellious

A dear friend said to me the other day, "You & I, we're both a bit rebellious, aren't we?"

Not that many would suspect it. But it's true. I am. So is my timeless (she's 65) friend.

I am a muller. I think on things and think on things and think on things. I write things down, regret them, erase them, start over.

I disappoint people, which I hate, because even though I am quietly rebellious, I am still a people pleaser.

I own what isn't mine, even when I should let them own it to learn from it.

But I'm learning...

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

I can save your life now

I am now officially certified to save your life if you drown or something.

That's right, folks, I passed my CPR test last night with 100%.

And tomorrow, I take my First Aid class.

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

How did this happen?

How in the world did I let myself get addicted to a tv show...?

Yup. American Idol. I am way too emotionally involved.

Thus...I am soooooo disappointed - Chris lost. I NEVER pick the winner. Even when the person I pick is by far the most talented.

Least I didn't throw anything this year. Last year I was throwing pillows when they kicked Nadia off.

Monday, May 08, 2006

my new haircut

...looks nothing like this. Aren't you relieved?

I did get my hair cut last week, though. Maybe I'll post real pics some other time.

(hey, the insomnia's getting to me.)

Nutcracker Sweet

It's 4:51 a.m., and I've officially decided that sleep won't be happening tonight.

Perhaps it was the four hour nap that I took after church today. I didn't mean to sleep that long. I was just all curled up in the oversized chair and then I looked at my cell phone and it was 6:30 p.m.

Or maybe it was the Nutcracker Sweet tea I drank with dinner. That's right, folks. Christmas tea in May. I bought it see, I have a habit of going past the "reduced" item cart at Fisher's. You never know what you'll find there. Usually, it's just dented cans of black olives or smooshed boxes of Pillsbury cake mix with sprinkles. But today, amidst all of the bags of leftover Easter candy, were these boxes of Celestial Seasonings teas. Two flavors. Gingerbread something-or-the-other and the Nutcracker Sweet. Vanilla. Almond. Cinnamon. Perfect. Even in May.

I saw the "caffeinated" label. Too bad I ignored it. Wish I wouldn't have drank two cups of it. Wish I wouldn't have taken my "Honey Vanilla Chammomile" tea to the office. If I'd had that here to drink instead, I'd be snuggled next to my husband dreaming of, well, I rarely remember my dreams anyway. But alas, I'm instead lying on the couch with all the lights off, freezing despite my two blankets, typing away on my laptop and trying desperately to get comfortable and trying to entertain people with silly words like alas. Ugh. I've counted sheep. I've read. I've prayed. I've tried to clear my head and not worry and think, "I am now getting very drowsy." Nope. Nothing works. Warm milk? We're out (of milk, not warm). Chammomile tea? Yeah, that's at the office.

I was thinking today, though, in Sunday School, how much one little choice can change your life forever.

Adam (yay for Rachel's brother!) was teaching on the story of Adam & Eve, in particular the good ole' apple story.

Here's me being human: You was just a piece of fruit. One bad, stupid choice. Believing one stupid lie. Giving in. Then, boom! Out of perfection. Broken communion with God. Going from paradise to Hell in one fell swoop. The pain of childbirth. The pain of death. Evil. One bad, stupid, choice. A lifetime of regret.

Five years ago, I covered a story about a guy who was leaving a party. He & his friend (both in their late teens) had both had too much to drink, but they decided he was okay to drive. He wrapped his pretty red truck around a utility pole, and she died instantly. He got out of jail a month or so ago, but he'll forever remain behind bars, in the prison of "if only" . One bad, stupid, choice. A lifetime of regret.

Which reminds me of Mike teaching Allissa how to drive. "There are no do-overs in life," he would bark at her, repetitively, drilling it into her pretty little head. "You MUST get it right, because too often on the road, there are no second chances."

But not all of our choices, good or bad, are that direct. We make a choice here, a decision there. What is the right decision? Will our one little vote decide the course of human history? Yes. No. I don't know. I'm really good at second guessing myself. I feel I've done pretty well in most of the big things, but then there are those choices like that darn Nutcracker Sweet. And when I screw up the little things so badly, it can send me into an anxious tailspin of questioning everything else. Or maybe that's just a lack of lucidity talking.

Free will, God? I know it's important, but we humans have a pretty bad track record of making some dumb choices.

So I guess all we can say

Thursday, May 04, 2006

Little Hero

BHUBANESWAR, INDIA - Cheered by thousands, a 4-year-old boy dubbed “India’s Forrest Gump” ran 40 miles to enter the country’s foremost record book.

“I loved running today. I can run as much as I want,” Budhia Singh (right) said after the run. Then he sucked his thumb.

Budhia had planned to run 43 miles, but doctors stopped him after 40 miles when he showed signs of extreme exhaustion. He completed the distance in seven hours and two minutes without a break, a record for someone so young.

Budhia’s father died and his mother, unable to support him, was about to sell him two years ago when he was rescued by his coach. The coach saw Budhia’s talent when the boy accidentally entered a sports ground without permission. He ran laps as punishment. When the coach returned five hours later, the boy was still running.

Monday, May 01, 2006


Three fundraisers in four days.
No wonder I'm tired!

Today was the least strenuous of the three, but also the longest. I worked at it from about 2 until 8.

I will be so glad when June 4 comes!