[-] four day weekend
[-] dinner in Great Falls yesterday with my aunt and uncle and some extended family
[-] sleep-in day (sort of) yesterday and a definite one today
[-] great food sent home with us
[-] Bath & Body Works didn’t have too wicked of a line and the workers were giving massages to people
[-] The Evil Store wasn’t all that crowded
[-] a lovely time with talking with Sarah (my catsitter) and playing with her little monster
Author Archives: Jen
Emptying the Brain
[+] Hyde Park Baptist Church: you guys suck! I can assure you that the Muslims would have been a heck of a lot more hospitable than you if it was their worship space in question.
[+] We’re not going to mention this weekend in college football other than to say that the teams with blue and gold colors did not do well. (And message to Dawn and Greta: there’s more than one team out there with those colors that I root for.)
[+] Person who made my day: Kym! I got the copy of ODB. Thank you soooooooo much!!!!
[+] Great Falls has 4-6 inches of snow. The Hi-Line has…. NONE!!!! Mother Nature really doesn’t want me to burn my trash, does she?
[+] To the morons on US-2: there is a simple rule regarding your high beams which involves TURNING THE BLOODY THINGS OFF IF YOU ARE APPROACHING SOMEONE OR BEHIND SOMEONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Â? Why is this rule so hard to follow???
Randomness Without Comments
[=] The Buckeyes went down in FLAMES this past weekend.Â? I could not be happier. 😛 (Yes, I know that Michigan lost to Wisconsin.Â? The point is… OHIO STATE LOST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
[=] I am infinitely glad that Amy finally got kicked off of “The Biggest Loser”.Â? That girl was nasty — backstabbed pretty much everyone and then whined about being backstabbed when Isabeau voted her off.Â? I mean, she got Lezlye voted off even though she told her about forming an alliance to keep her, she turned her back on her team, she spited her trainer, and she was just unpleasant.Â? I don’t think I’ve disliked a player so much since Lisa in season 1.
[=] Edda has started sleeping on my laptop bag.Â? I can’t seem to explain to her that she’s not that kind of laptop.Â? The little love also comes and snuggles me in the morning before I have to get up for work.
Protected: The Plucking of the Heart Strings
Heart Strings
There’s something spiritual tugging at my heart strings.Â? Please pray for me in the next few days that I can be open and listen as to what it might be.Â? I’ll post on it once I can vocalize it.
Good Things
I need to remind myself of these things.
[=] Judging awesome kids at the speech meet yesterday and finding out that one of my policy debate kids was actually our communion assistant at Synod Assembly.
[=] Singing awesome music this morning at the Lutheran church in Shelby. (Thank you Carolyn for inviting me to sing.)
[=] Hanging out with one of my church kids and talking to her for an hour after the nursing home service.
[=] Accidentally walking out of the house in my We Will Not Be Silent shirt for choir practice and nobody saying a word.
A Song for Veteran’s Day
One of my speech kids did this as a serious solo piece today and it was very timely.Â? (He based it off of the Dropkick Murphys song though it’s actually a fairly well-known Irish folk song.)
Well, how do you do, Private William McBride,
Do you mind if I sit down here by your graveside?
And rest for awhile in the warm summer sun,
I’ve been walking all day, and I’m nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19
When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916,
Well, I hope you died quick and I hope you died clean
Or, Willie McBride, was it slow and obscene?
Did they Beat the drum slowly, did the play the pipes lowly?
Did the rifles fir o’er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugles sound The Last Post in chorus?
Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest?
And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind
In some loyal heart is your memory enshrined?
And, though you died back in 1916,
To that loyal heart are you forever 19?
Or are you a stranger without even a name,
Forever enshrined behind some glass pane,
In an old photograph, torn and tattered and stained,
And fading to yellow in a brown leather frame?
The sun’s shining down on these green fields of France;
The warm wind blows gently, and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that’s still No Man’s Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man’s blind indifference to his fellow man.
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.
And I can’t help but wonder, no Willie McBride,
Do all those who lie here know why they died?
Did you really believe them when they told you “The Cause?”
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well the suffering, the sorrow, the glory, the shame
The killing, the dying, it was all done in vain,
For Willie McBride, it all happened again,
And again, and again, and again, and again.