sisterly rivalry
Monday, November 28, 2005
Sunday, November 27, 2005
happy and crappy 38-39
well, i just realized i missed last week's happy and crappy, so i'll just have to make up for it in one post, although all happies and crappies of the past two weeks are not guaranteed to make the list due to the natural process of forgetting small things with the passage of time (which is why i do this anyway).
these week's happies...yay for:
these week's happies...yay for:
- good music
- getting finals out of the way
- dinner in the atl
- harry potter
- saturday nights
- finishing research papers that have been hanging over my head for half a semester
- only going to one class the week of thanksgiving
- meeting jonathan's family
- birthdays
- games
- painless holiday travel
- seeing my grandpa
- turkey, cranberries, stuffing, sweet potatoes, pumpkin pie, chocolate bark....it goes on
- christmas shopping
- rival football games
- winning those rival football games :)
- seeing friends from church again
- seeing jonathan before he left georgia
- decorating christmas trees!!
these week's crappies...nay for:
- papers and finals and projects and school-related stress
- tummy aches
- friends not being on good terms
- granpa passing away friday
- being attacked by two dogs and being dragged around the kitchen (seriously)
- becca sneezing in my face
- being prohibited from wearing red in a hostile environment (but still sporting the "i heart uga" pin)
- not being able to cheer really loud
- making things worse
Friday, November 25, 2005
what happened this november?
i don't think i've ever neglected my blog this much. for those of you who are disappointed in my failure to provide daily entertainment, i apoligize.
thank goodness for thanksgiving break. the past two weeks have been crammed with finals and projects and communicating and...well, procrastinating. thats basically my excuse for not posting. but, for the most part, my classes are winding down and the last two weeks of school should be reasonably easy.
so heres a general update on whats been going on, starting with my last actual post:
thank goodness for thanksgiving break. the past two weeks have been crammed with finals and projects and communicating and...well, procrastinating. thats basically my excuse for not posting. but, for the most part, my classes are winding down and the last two weeks of school should be reasonably easy.
so heres a general update on whats been going on, starting with my last actual post:
- november 4-6: spent the weekend with jonathan. we went to a civil war reenactment, saw wallace and gromit (funny funny), went to church, and ate dinner with my parents.
- november 7: won our flag football game by something ridiculous like 32-0
- november 9: test
- november 10: test, lost the flag football game when the other team scored a touchdown in a scoreless game in the last 3 minutes
- november 12: disappointment all over the place (i.e. auburn)
- november 15: turned in my research paper rough draft
- november 16-17: a test and a final
- november 18: date in the atl with jonathan, his sister and brother-in-law, and his brother jeff and my sister becca. we went to cafe istanbul, a turkish place complete with belly dancers and people smoking some kind of tobacco stuff.
- november 19: saw harry potter with jonathan
- november 20: church and chill time before heading back to athens
- november 22: finally turned in my research paper and took my interior design final...i actually only went to one class in two days. it was also jonathan's birthday! he picked me up and spent the evening with his wonderful family.
- november 23: flew to pennsylvania to spend the holiday with my family...visited my g-pops in the hospice.
- november 24: stuffed my face...need i say more?
- november 25: got a little christmas shopping done, of course! 1 month 'til christmas!
whew. a lot has been going on, but thats it in a nutshell. i'm hoping that with two of my classes pretty much being over, i'll have plenty of time to post. i'll have to post a few pictures of the past month as well...but that will be when i'm on my own computer.
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Sunday, November 13, 2005
happy and crappy 37
this week's happy...yay for:
- flag football games!
- take home quizzes
- ice cream
- lunches with fun people
this week's crappy...nay for:
- feeling stressed
- too many important things due all at once
- losing flag football games
- skipping ruf to study
- losing football games in the last 8 seconds (don't get me started)
- missing jonathan
- traffic jams
- being hungry
Friday, November 11, 2005
good vs. evil
color and comp: opposition project
i think i like how this one turned out...things lined up quite nicely.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
happy and crappy 36
a little late, but hey, i was busy with more important things... :)
this week's happy...yay for:
this week's happy...yay for:
- good bible studies
- new shoes
- winning football games
- 80 degree weather in NOVEMBER!
- jonathan ;)
- first dates
- chicken biscuits
- a nice fall afternoon watching a civil war reenactment
- cologne
- wallace and gromit
- good sermons
- my quilt finally staying up!
- yummy dinners
- nice drives
this week's crappy...nay for:
- tons of work i've been putting off
- traffic jams
- glaring lights at dinner
- bad headaches and feeling sick :(
- saying goodbye
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
a camp story: stranded at lake
it was a rare occasion when the dynamic duo (that'd be becca and myself) had the chance to team up and take a boat out together. for those who don't know, becca and i worked at a christian camp this past summer. on top of our role as counselors for 6-8 girls, we also worked waterfront...which means lifeguarding and instructing watersports. even though we were always working at the lake at the same time, we were hardly ever paired up. the particular day which i'm about to narrate was one of those days.
the day started off as usual. we had just finished a delicious breakfast of waffles and nutella and were attempting to wrangle fifty some odd boys into cabin lines for a head count. when we had finally succeeded, they all scrambled onto the buses (which were painted with an assortment of mermaids, piggy tails, american flags, and camouflage). we bounced our way down the dusty mountainside switchbacks as we sang songs (such as "there's a hole in the bottom of the sea" and the like). of course, we were coughing from the dust that was pouring through the glassless windows. everyone goggled at the dead coyote hanging by his tail on the fence through the brush...every time someone would whine that they still didn't see it (apparently, the people who owned the property did it to ward off other coyotes? don't ask me...i'm not from texas). then, we had the kids blow really hard (as if they were blowing out all the candles of their one-hundred-and-eleventy-th birthday cake) to the rear of the bus to propel us up insanity hill. for real, we almost didn't make it a few times. finally, we arrived at the clearing and all the boys went running in every direction, grabbing xxl life jackets for their xxs bodies.
so, on this day, becca and i had the green tigé together. awesome. it just so happens that we had the "boys are wimps" boys again. by this time, they had all gotten over their fear of the water and were eager to get as many chances as possible to kneeboard. this one particular boy was always bouncing around the boat and we had to constantly tell him to sit on his butt. that gets pretty old. but we had patience...even though the bouncing was always accompanied by some kind of sing-song chant that went "don't rock the boat, baby! don't rock the boat! don't rock the boat..." and on and on.
"old faithful" would not be a good nickname for the green tigé. indeed, it was old...entire sections of padding were exposed where the seat cover had been picked through, you couldn't turn the key past a certain point when starting it up, and if you let go of the wheel, the boat would take you for a u-ie. but the fact that it pulled kids up out of the water was good enough. we had been going for about an hour when we turned off the boat to switch out boys. we spent the typical five minutes or so getting his feet into the wakeboard bindings. he was in the water, hands gripping the end of the rope, and what do you know? the boat doesn't start.
i turn the key again...an awful sound churns in the boat's belly. it sounds like a combination of donald duck quacking angrily and a coughing horse. i pause a few seconds and try it again. same thing. by this time, "don't rock the boat" boy is jumping from side to side of the boat screaming "we're gonna die! we're gonna die!" and causing all the other boys to freak out. obviously, becca and i weren't too happy about this. throw in the wind element that was sending us toward muddy bank and you can a better picture of what we were dealing with.
we settled them down and called for help on our camp radio. it was a pretty long and drawn out ten minutes before help came. all the while, we were reassuring the boys that we wouldn't be stuck out there all day. the pontoon boat made its way over to pick up our eight little castaways. i'd like to say that one-by-one they all calmly climbed onto the rescue ship...but they didn't. finally, man-help arrived by way of jet ski. he cranked the key a few times...same horrid noise, accompanied by a pungent rubber-burning-like smell. eventually, nothing happened when he turned the key. the thing, at least for now, was out of commission. using tow ropes typically used for pulling tubers, he lassoed the boat and suddenly, the little jet ski was transformed into a tug boat. the little tug boat that could. we safely made it to the dock.
and why should i be surprised to find that i was assigned to the green tigé the very next day? figures.
additional camp stories: 8 legged freaks, dance with me? , the worst day of camp, boys are wimps
the day started off as usual. we had just finished a delicious breakfast of waffles and nutella and were attempting to wrangle fifty some odd boys into cabin lines for a head count. when we had finally succeeded, they all scrambled onto the buses (which were painted with an assortment of mermaids, piggy tails, american flags, and camouflage). we bounced our way down the dusty mountainside switchbacks as we sang songs (such as "there's a hole in the bottom of the sea" and the like). of course, we were coughing from the dust that was pouring through the glassless windows. everyone goggled at the dead coyote hanging by his tail on the fence through the brush...every time someone would whine that they still didn't see it (apparently, the people who owned the property did it to ward off other coyotes? don't ask me...i'm not from texas). then, we had the kids blow really hard (as if they were blowing out all the candles of their one-hundred-and-eleventy-th birthday cake) to the rear of the bus to propel us up insanity hill. for real, we almost didn't make it a few times. finally, we arrived at the clearing and all the boys went running in every direction, grabbing xxl life jackets for their xxs bodies.
so, on this day, becca and i had the green tigé together. awesome. it just so happens that we had the "boys are wimps" boys again. by this time, they had all gotten over their fear of the water and were eager to get as many chances as possible to kneeboard. this one particular boy was always bouncing around the boat and we had to constantly tell him to sit on his butt. that gets pretty old. but we had patience...even though the bouncing was always accompanied by some kind of sing-song chant that went "don't rock the boat, baby! don't rock the boat! don't rock the boat..." and on and on.
"old faithful" would not be a good nickname for the green tigé. indeed, it was old...entire sections of padding were exposed where the seat cover had been picked through, you couldn't turn the key past a certain point when starting it up, and if you let go of the wheel, the boat would take you for a u-ie. but the fact that it pulled kids up out of the water was good enough. we had been going for about an hour when we turned off the boat to switch out boys. we spent the typical five minutes or so getting his feet into the wakeboard bindings. he was in the water, hands gripping the end of the rope, and what do you know? the boat doesn't start.
i turn the key again...an awful sound churns in the boat's belly. it sounds like a combination of donald duck quacking angrily and a coughing horse. i pause a few seconds and try it again. same thing. by this time, "don't rock the boat" boy is jumping from side to side of the boat screaming "we're gonna die! we're gonna die!" and causing all the other boys to freak out. obviously, becca and i weren't too happy about this. throw in the wind element that was sending us toward muddy bank and you can a better picture of what we were dealing with.
we settled them down and called for help on our camp radio. it was a pretty long and drawn out ten minutes before help came. all the while, we were reassuring the boys that we wouldn't be stuck out there all day. the pontoon boat made its way over to pick up our eight little castaways. i'd like to say that one-by-one they all calmly climbed onto the rescue ship...but they didn't. finally, man-help arrived by way of jet ski. he cranked the key a few times...same horrid noise, accompanied by a pungent rubber-burning-like smell. eventually, nothing happened when he turned the key. the thing, at least for now, was out of commission. using tow ropes typically used for pulling tubers, he lassoed the boat and suddenly, the little jet ski was transformed into a tug boat. the little tug boat that could. we safely made it to the dock.
and why should i be surprised to find that i was assigned to the green tigé the very next day? figures.
additional camp stories: 8 legged freaks, dance with me? , the worst day of camp, boys are wimps
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