January 1st, 2008:
There were the big things:
I drove up to New Brunswick in January and down to Pennsylvania in October. I saw Constantinople, Ephesus, Hagia Sophia and the Aegean Sea. I spent three weeks living in an RV and/or tent in Northern Canada, and I will never, ever complain about Port-a-Potties again.
I said goodbye to the Mighty Pea, my brave little bunny. Goodbye to Beeper, our oldest companion and feline friend. Goodbye to Martin and to Chuck, the Mousey Boys.
Then there were the little things:
Snowstorms. Power outtages. Girl time. Barbecues. New priest. Floods. Field trips. Family nights. Bonfires. Sunrises. Summer tans. Kitty snuggles. Inside jokes.
It was a pretty good year.
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March 2nd, 2008:
I decided to go with a [livejournal] theme that really fits my life right now. My very, very caffeine-fueled life.
Today is Meatfare Sunday, and so I said farewell to meat with a hearty steak tip Greek salad. I didn’t get to church, though, as I spent most of the morning doing homework and tending to a certain pale, sickly thirteen year old girl. She had some friends over this week, and one of them was coughing like a sixty year-old smoker. Surprise, surprise, less than 24 hours later Hannah was sick too. Being rather paranoid about the rest of the house catching teh sick, I washed her sheets and have been Lysol-ing everything she touches.
Such is my life.
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April 2nd, 2008:
Poor Hannah got hit with a triple whammy today: runny nose/sore throat, growing pains, and cramps. Sometimes it’s just hard to be a kid…
I, on the other hand, am having a slightly better day. Gonna get my schoolwork done, go to Presanctified Liturgy, and then see my friend Steph (for the first time in…almost forever). But I think I might also commiserate with Hannah for awhile. On the couch. With some chocolate. Watching a movie.
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May 4th, 2008:
Hannah: You know, when you’re flipping someone off, there’s still four fingers pointed at you.
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June 1st, 2008:
waving my freak flag (or: God Has a Really Timely Sense of Humor…Doesn’t He?)
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July 5th, 2008:
This is my third night of the five I’m working this week/weekend. And last night’s shift was considered a holiday. Cha-ching!
We had a pretty rockin’ Fourth of July. Grilled some steaks, sat around the bonfire, lit off some (illegal) fireworks and watched Huey Lewis singing at the celebration in D.C. Then Jimmy Smits, the host, tried valiently to muster some excitement over the upcoming Olympics. The loudest applause the audience gave was for the athletes themselves, which is nice, because they’ve worked their asses off to get to the Olympics and they’re not the ones who get to pick the polluted and oppressive location, amirite?
And they picked athletes from the less publically popular sports, too: archery, fencing, sailing…modern pentathlon-ing. Do you have any idea what it takes to be a modern pentathlete? Multitasking LIEK WOAH. I am officially very impressed.
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August 1st, 2008:
If all that The Church did to you growing up was make you wear dressy clothes, sit through boring sermons, withstand ten verses of "Just As I Am" accompanied solely by bowel-rattling organ, listen to Sandi Patty and/or The Master’s Five, or believe your soul is in eternal jeopardy if you don’t choose Jesus, you were not abused by the church. There are worse things than suffering the unhip-ness of church culture. God doesn’t care about your haircut or what style of music you listen to, and if you think a lost world would like Jesus more if only his followers looked more "emo", you’re an idiot.
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September 4th, 2008:
I can’t for the life of me remember how to spell monastery.
Monastery.
M-o-n-a-s-t-e-r-y.
Anyway, that’s where I’m going, the Orthodox Monastery of the Transfiguration in Ellwood City, PA. I’ll be leaving tomorrow at the butt crack of dawn 5 am, and will spend a restful weekend there with some good friends. Then I’ll be back sometime Monday night, sleep in my own bed, and then it’s off again on Tuesday, this time to New Brunswick, Canada, to stay with another friend. It’s going to be a lot of driving. My butt may never forgive me. Still, I think it’s going to be an awesome week.
Bye, y’all.
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October 6th, 2008:
My winter coat has finally been pulled out for the season, and I’m on the hunt for a nice pair of boots to wear to church. Currently, I’m sitting at my desk wearing flannel pants, a long-sleeved shirt under a fleece sweater, a tam and slippers. Outside the foliage is in full swing and the air is starting to take on that musky smell of damp leaves.
continue reading so…October
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November 2nd, 2008:
[so while y'all are enjoying your extra hour of sleep...]
I’ll be sitting through an extra hour of work.
Yay, me.
Right now it’s quiet at the switchboard, and I’m watching La Haine. It’s in French, and it’s black-and-white, which makes me feel all extra intellectual.
A very strange woman called earlier and got upset that I couldn’t give her any medical advice over the phone, even after I stressed that I was just the phone operator. Srsly?
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And, of course, no post during my offline time (aka, December)
