Drum roll please...
As the first snow of Spring falls outside my window, I'm reminded that Kansas is a crazy state to live in, and I'm also reminded that it IS in fact spring and I have yet to announce a theme.
Ladies and gents... this one has been brewing all winter and even some of the fall. Unfortunately... it has taken me this long to put all of my thoughts of Spring into a concise name. Basically, I feel like this Spring (and into the beginning of summer) is going to bring of feeling of everything making sense... everything coming together... all of the pieces sort of starting to just fit. And, frankly, I could NOT come up with a way to summarize these thoughts.
And then tonight... with a little help from my good friends at Dictionary.com... I discovered JUST what I had been looking for:
Harmony: A pleasing combination of elements in a whole: color harmony; the order and harmony of the universe
Welcome, everyone, to The Spring of Harmony
Say goodbye to the Winter of Trust (and boy oh boy did I have to do that A LOT!)... and say hello to the Spring of Harmony. Let's all breathe in and sigh together...
Aaaaaaaah. Now don't you feel better? I know I do.
Music Buffs, Anyone?
HELLO FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS!
Happy St. Patty's Day. Yeay for the Irish!
I have a task for you:
I'm looking for a song to be used during the wedding dance for the father/daughter mother/son dance (the dances will be combined if we find the right song so it can't be TOO gender specific). My dad prefers country if possible. I need suggestions... and Butterfly Kisses makes me PUKE so don't bother suggesting it.
Gracias and Have a Great Day!
Cuz it seems like the thing to do
So it looks like everyone and their snoop doggy dogg has finally posted on their blogs. Praise God and have a beer!
I think I have a pet peeve of longing for new info from friends and then finding nothing but a 12 day old rotted post on their site. Not that I haven't been guilty of the same thing especially in the past year, but man... it sure is annoying to crave info and find none.
Speaking of cravings... I have a weird thing wrong with me. After some screwed up Natural Family Planning charts and a lot of questioning, I have gone to the doctor and been pseudo diagonosed with this thing called Metabolic Syndrome. I'm not exactly sure what it is and it sounds like not all doctors really think it exists... but mostly it means that I have issues with insulin resistance in my cells and my cholestorol is outta whack. And it's possible that I might experience infertility (SUPER DUPER SAD!!!!) So my doctor tried to put me on some stupid medicine that would make it all better... but before I took the stupid medicine that MIGHT make it all better, I did research and found out that I could change my diet and quite possibly fix it myself. So that's what I've done. My diet is different... like WAY less sugar and WAY less grease and WAY less everything that tastes good. Diets are stupid. But on a happier note, because I've been learning NFP, I've been diagnosed with this thing that eventually could have caused me major problems (heart disease, diabetes, infertility etc)... and because I was charting I know about it now instead of 15 years from now when I have Diabetes already. YEAY FOR NATURAL FAMILY PLANNING!! NFP is fab and I highly recommend it for everyone... even if you have no intention of trying to get pregnant or postponing pregnancy. Charting helps you know all kinds of neat things about your body. It's a Godsend.
In other notes...we're like 54 days from the wedding. Today Andrew and I went to look at our future apartment. And the stinking ladies wouldn't let us see it. I'm getting really sick of these little chickies (why is it exactly that nearly all apartment complexes have size 0 fake-blond witchy looking 20-somethings working at them?) -oops... I think I just stereotyped. Anyhoo... these chicks are all "For liability reasons, we can't let you look at the apartment until we've had a chance to get through it since the last tenant moved out." Now I completely understand if they need to clean the joint up before they let us see it... but LIABILITY REASONS??? I think this was a big fat lie used to cover up the fact that the last time we were in there the little desk person told us that of course the previous tenant didn't smoke and she was sooo clean and she always had candles burning. Whatever. and Stupid.
Too bad for Andrew that this little encounter sent me into witchfest 2006, and he had to deal with me being very pissy for the rest of the day. (And we went to see the apartment at like 10:30am.) Poor dear. I do so love him.
In other news, if you haven't read the book "Screwtape Letters" by C.S. Lewis, it is a MUST READ.
I should probably like sleep now. And also I should pray that I wake up in a better mood than I had this entire day. Thanks for reading my rant. Or at least skimming it.
Oh yeah.. by the way...
ROCK CHALK... JAYHAWK.... K UUUUUUU*
And Go SHOCKERS!!!!*
**I've got two teams to cheer for in the NCAA tourni this year! Who's pumped about March Madness??!! I AM!!! I AM!!!
This whole wedding planning thing is...
ALL OF THESE THINGS. And it changes by the hour. Seriously... like 6 hours ago I was super pumped about the wedding... the marriage... the husband... the everything. And about 20 minutes ago I was crying my eyes out because it's SOOO stinking stressful.
There's all these little things that keep popping up to worry about. Most of them are things that I can't just snap my fingers and make go away either... or at least they never seem like those things right at the moment.
I think wedding planning and marriage planning would be a WHOLE LOT EASIER if it didn't involve everyone and their dog. Like... if I had mad people skills, then all these little issues would go away... but because I don't know how to say the things I'm thinking without pissing someone off or stressing someone out or making someone angry... I just don't say them at all and it's blecky.
I vote that we go back to a bride, a groom, a priest, 2 witnesses and a Church.
MUCH MORE SIMPLE!
MONKIES! (not monkeys)
***side note*** Actually, I really think all this stress is definitely worth having all of Andrew's and my loved ones at the wedding and reception and dance. Because I can't imagine celebrating such a huge thing in life without all of y'all. But I just needed to get that little rant out to make the stress melt away so I could sleep. Yes. I'm much better now.
The first full week of Lent
Time to fast, time to feast:
Lent is a time to fast from certain things - and to feast on others.
It's a season we should
Fast from judging others, and feast on the Christ dwelling within them.
Fast from darkness; feast on the Light.
Fast from anger; feast on patience.
Fast from pessimism; feast on optimism.
Fast from worry; feast on divine order.
Fast from complaining; feast on appreciation.
Fast from fear; feast on unceasing prayer and faith.
Fast from bitterness; feast on forgiveness.
Fast from idle gossip; feast on purposeful silence.
Fast from self-concern; feast on compassion.
Fast from suspicion; feast on truth.
-This is taken from the West Texas Catholic, a newspaper of the Amarillo Catholic Diocese.
Lots of changes, old Max, lots of changes
Hello friends and neighbors,
In today's episode we'll be discussing how different life is about to become. For those of you unfamiliar with our show... we take a topic, beat it to death with a hammer, and the merrily continue on our way towards something less or more disconcerting.
In 64 days and 50 minutes from the time of this post, the wedding music will have begun. And I'll soon walk down the aisle to become a Mrs. Is anyone else a little concerned that it is already March? I mean... seriously... wasn't it just November a few weeks ago?
Now... I'm not getting cold feet or anything yet... but I am struck at how much things will change. Getting married means becoming a Mrs. Becoming a Mrs means living with a boy. Living with a boy means not living at the Daisy house. Not living at the Daisy House means 1 less person to pay rent there. One less person to pay rent there means the house might not be around forever. The house not being around means lots of changes for lots of people. And those people affect other people and more people and lots of people and... MONKIES! (not that it will affect monkies, that was just an explitive thrown in for dramatic effect)
Furthermore and without further ado, it's nuts.
In other news, Lisa got new glasses. So did Jose. And Andrew will get them on Monday. It is a SPECTACULAR week... get it "spectacle"... heh heh.
Hmmm... Well I've about exhausted my energy for writing blogtasticness for now. I shall leave and go back to work.