May 27, 2004

places not to get a sunburn.

today i was at a pool. a good friend's pool. i was careful, pretty much. i had her check me every few minutes to check and see if i was burnt and she would say "no."

i got hot so i went into the pool to lie on an intertube. the front of me was hot so i laid on my tummy on this intertube. not for long. maybe 35 minutes. the backs of my legs are so burnt it is amazing. the contrast in color between what i was before and what i am now is scary. i can't sit. i can't lie on my back. i can't move. ouch.

it never pays to be vain. it normally just hurts.

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May 24, 2004

art, tazmanian devils, goats/souls streaking over the pits of hell.

so kammer came over and tried to teach me how to paint. he is a good teacher. i am a bad/slow learner. i wish i had a jeanie in a lamp that would give me three wishes.

1. i wish i could paint and do all sorts of artistical things.
2. i wish i could go to scottland.
3. i wish that i could have my cake and eat it too. (chocolate please)

yes. so a little explaination on kammer's rather ambiguous entry. i made brownies. this was after we started the lesson on painting. i made them as fast as i could and then enjoyed the rewards of my labour. licking the bowl.

we have a tradition in this house. you get as much batter out of the bowl as is neccessary. that means get the stuff out, but leave lots to lick. sometimes we fight over who gets to lick the bowl. (and when i say lick the bowl, i mean the bowl, spoon, rubber spatula, and anything else that "happens" to come in contact with the batter in the brownie making progress.) one time when i was younger, mom made brownies. mer and i wanted to help her lick the bowl. but no. she ran away and locked herself in the bathroom and selfishly got the bowl to herself. well the other night was my night. i got everything. lock stock and barrell. i had the time of my life licking that bowl. and it tasted great! i look up after a couple of minutes of intense bowl-licking to see kammer laughing at me! i mean of all the nerve! it is hard work. and a certain ammount of intensity is required in the ART of bowl licking. so as gracefully as i could (i mean how graceful can you be with a chocolate ring around your mouth, a rubber spatula discarded and your finger dripping with batter?) i asked him what he was laughing at and then finished my treat. so there. i rest my case.

well the art lesson digressed into a doodling with oil paint. and we came up with this interesting bit of "modern art". i dunno if art is the right word for it. dad says one part looks like a soul streaking over the pits of hell. the soul started out as a goat. ben was doodling and the doodle turned into a goat and the goat into a flying something-or-other. i guess a flying soul. it is quite the interesting picture! kammer decided to place an angry buddah in the picture. maybe that all fits in with dad's take on the whole thing. i would include a picture, but alas. it won't upload. (by the way is anyone else having trouble posting entries? or is it just me???) i guess wookies can wield paintbrushes as well as blasters and crossbows.

that was the evening. as much as i can remember. it is all kinda fuzzy.

as to the tazmanian devil aforementioned in the title, yes well that IS a story. heidi and i were driving downtown today and we passed this couple walking along the side of the road. i thought the lady was walking a little funny. i had seen people with clubbed feet before and was just starting to feel sorry for the poor lady when i realized that her feet weren't clubbed. she was wearing big, fuzzy rather larger-than-life tazmanian devil bedroom slippers. it wouldn't have been so bad except she ws wearing a sunday dress. a sunday dress with pretty flowers on it and hose. she looked liek she could have been on campus or something. i got scared. i thought "oh, heavens to betsy. now i have seen everything." heidi graciously allowed me to blog about it. =)

so that was my day, and painting/attempt at painting experience.

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May 20, 2004

chosen frozen.

"have you ever been to a white church?" marcus asked. "a few times. they were just fine, i suppose." deacon wilbur chose his words carefully. "problem wasn't with those churches. it was me. i heard the spirit in there, yes. i wanted to stand up and thank God for the gift. dance, shout, clap my hands." "and they didn't." "not that i saw. felt like i was sitting there with the chosen frozen." -the great divide t. davis bunn
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you know you are a girl when...

you dream about chocolate in any form.

i dreamed about having this big huge chocolate cake with at least an inch of icing.

wow. talk about disappointment when i woke up.

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May 19, 2004

apartment for rent...well not quite yet.

we have a basement. which is very unusual here in the south i guess. mom says that it is more unusual for some reason. but it is a very big basement.

well, a while back daddy decided to convert half of the basement into an apartment. for right now (phase 1) we have a kitchen-ette, and living/sleeping area all in one. there will be a fold out bed and a tv with cable. in the kitchen-ette there is a microwave and a sink and cabinents and a fridge. a little one for now. there is also a bathroom with a shower/tub, toilet (we don't make you go to the woods) and a sink.

later on (phase two) there will be a utility room added a living room and one or two bedrooms. the wall on one side will be busted out for french doors looking out over the "wooded" area and the river behind our house. i think daddy is also going to make it a patio there.

it isn't finished yet. mike is working with sons eric and some other son to get it done. so maybe in a month or so it will be finished.

it is there for whomever wants. email if you are interested.

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May 18, 2004


we got a new car.

a white mercedes. 1983 turbo diesel.

i nammed him sherm. short for sherman tank.

picts later.

i finaly have my diesel engine. at last!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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May 16, 2004

a month without injury.

well, i decided last night that i had not injured myself in a while, so i smashed my pinky in the ironing board. mom says i will lose the fingernail, and i tend to agree with her. its kinda green and purple...i don't know what that means, but i know it means it hurts!

i think i could rival calamity jane. what a dunce am i.

tomorrow is my first day on the job. please pray that i will do well and get everything into my pea brain that i need to. pray that heidi doesn't kill me too soon! =)

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May 14, 2004

on hill and spelling.

in the comments of heidi on my blog, she said "we will have to work on your spelling."

ok. so here is an explanation. i can't spell. i can spell better than other people (like this guy i know...i don't associate with him anymore...but he spelled tomorrow, tamorrow. and he thought that was how it was spelled.) but the fact remains that i have problems.

i know you all know that i have problems. well those of you who know me know that i know i have problems. but at least i know that you know that i know i have problems...or something like that.

so the whole point of this blog is to ask anyone if they know if there is a spell check on movable type?

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thoughts in my head.

"i have a prayer request."

"bless his heart."

"i am really concerned about someone right now"

"i need some council"

how many times have i said that in the past. the problem with it is i think i am able to gossip about someone if i tack one of those christian phrases onto the beginning, middle or end.

i was genuinely concerned about a friend of mine, so i asked my mom's "advice". but the problem with it all was that i really had some news no one else knew about and i had to tell someone. (no gwen it wasn't you.)

how many times do we sit in our prayer meeting groups and it turns into a gossip session in the guise of prayer requests? i think women are more prone to this than men, but don't we all fall into the same trap?

this has been in my mind and on my heart for a long while.

so what do we do? how do we fix this? gossip is one of the most hurtful and detrimental tools the devil uses in the church and everywhere else. we as christians should know better, but it happens so often.

what i have taken to doing is if i have a prayer request that i have and i can't tell anyone i write them all out and date them and put them in a box. it is my prayer box. then when the request is answered, i put the date on the back and put it in another answered prayer box. it has helped me stay away from gossip and from hurting others by words that shouldn't be said.

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May 13, 2004

hill: a member of the working class.

so i have the job. i passed. i didn't break down and cry. my palms stayed relatively dry. my heart only threatened to beat out of my rib cage only twice (maybe it was the coffee this morning...)

AND...drum roll please...i will be working with heidi she will be my boss and i will be her minion. crouching in the corner listening to barked commands and getting starved. i guess that is what they do in law offices.

neway. i have a job. lets have a party. any excuse right?

also i would like to publicly apologise to gwen for misspelling her name. i'm sorry.

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a special hello going out...

to 25 cent.

he borrowed 25 cents from me once, and the name just kinda stuck.

he is 25 cent and he said he occasionaly reads my blog, so hello 25 cent. happy hunting.

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no, there is no mouse. i just have a job interview.

i have never ever ever ever had a job interview before.

i don't know what to do, when to do it, what to wear, what does one wear to a thing like this?

i know it is better to err on the side of more formal than casual, but how formal? this is a law office. ok so maybe formaler than normaler...(ok ok it was bad, but i had to do it!)

tips, comments, sinde remarks, help?

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May 10, 2004

river rats

so who would like to come and play in the river? it is nice and cool right now, and may is perfect cause all the public school kids are still in school. and if you are in summer school, we could do a saturday...i can't wait to play!

joy, maybe we could fed-ex you in. that would be fun! =)

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May 08, 2004

you are all invited...

to my sister's graduation party tonight at my house. if you would like to come (and please do.) email me. the party is at seven and lasts until who knows when! =)

ps- this is my 100th entry. =)

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May 05, 2004

nightmare before final exams...

this story is true folks. absolutely true.

last night i had a dream. i dreamed i was in kammer's (aka "the wookie") sunday school class. for some reason we were all at computers and we were having our lesson for the day. that was when the teacher got up and announced that kammer was going to be married after sunday school that day.

i looked surprised and hurt i think. i can't really remember that part, but i remember the next part awfully well.

the girl kammer was going to marry was as tall as he was, and had the SAME EXACT HAIR STYLE. in fact i thought it was kammer's twin, but then i could tell it was a girl.

so kammer, watch out for tall blonde girl-wookies. goor or bad things could happen.

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May 04, 2004


crazy picts of me, gwen, tim and my brother...

yay for friends and family! isn't drew so cute????!?!?!?

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"turkish delight, please, your majesty."

"the queen let another drop fall from her bottle on to the snow, and instantly there appeared a round box, tied with green silk ribbon, which, when opened, turned out to contain several pounds of the best turkish delight. each piece was sweet and light to the very centre and edmund had never tasted anything more delicious. he was quite warm now, and very comfortable."

~the lion, the witch and the wardrobe~
by c.s. lewis.

Turkish Delight

rind of 1 medium lemon
rind of 1 medium orange
1/4 cup (2 fl oz) orange juice
2 tablespoons lemon juice
3 cups caster sugar (superfine)
1/2 cup (4 oz) water
2 tablespoons gelatine
1 cup (8 fl oz) water, extra
2/3 cup cornflour (cornstarch)
3-4 drops orange or rose flower water
red food colouring
1/2 cup icing (confectioners) sugar

Line base and sides of a deep 17 cm (6 3/4 inch) square cake tin
with aluminum foil, leaving edges overhanging. Brush foil with oil
or melted butter. Remove white pith from rinds.

Combine rinds, juices, sugar and water in large heavy-based pan.
Stir over medium heat without boiling until sugar has completely
dissolved. Brush sugar crystals from side of pan with a wet pastry
brush. Bring to boil, reduce heat slightly and boil without stirring
for 5 minutes or boil until a teaspoon of mixture dropped into cold
water forms long threads, or if using a sugar thermometer it must
reach 105 C (221 F). Combine gelatine with 1/2 cup (4 fl oz) extra
water in bowl. Stir over hot water until dissolved. In separate
bowl combine cornflour with remaining water, mix until smooth.

Add gelatine and cornflour mixtures to sugar syrup. Stir over medium heat until mixture boils and clears. Stir in flower water and a few drops red food colouring. Strain mixture into tin; refrigerate over night. When set peel off foil and cut into squares. Roll in icing sugar

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May 01, 2004

oswald chambers: my utmost for his highest.

May 1
Faith—Not Emotion

We walk by faith, not by sight
—2 Corinthians 5:7

"For a while, we are fully aware of God’s concern for us. But then, when God begins to use us in His work, we begin to take on a pitiful look and talk only of our trials and difficulties. And all the while God is trying to make us do our work as hidden people who are not in the spotlight. None of us would be hidden spiritually if we could help it. Can we do our work when it seems that God has sealed up heaven? Some of us always want to be brightly illuminated saints with golden halos and with the continual glow of inspiration, and to have other saints of God dealing with us all the time. A self-assured saint is of no value to God. He is abnormal, unfit for daily life, and completely unlike God. We are here, not as immature angels, but as men and women, to do the work of this world. And we are to do it with an infinitely greater power to withstand the struggle because we have been born from above.
If we continually try to bring back those exceptional moments of inspiration, it is a sign that it is not God we want. We are becoming obsessed with the moments when God did come and speak with us, and we are insisting that He do it again. But what God wants us to do is to "walk by faith." How many of us have set ourselves aside as if to say, "I cannot do anything else until God appears to me"? He will never do it. We will have to get up on our own, without any inspiration and without any sudden touch from God. Then comes our surprise and we find ourselves exclaiming, "Why, He was there all the time, and I never knew it!" Never live for those exceptional moments—they are surprises. God will give us His touches of inspiration only when He sees that we are not in danger of being led away by them. We must never consider our moments of inspiration as the standard way of life—our work is our standard."

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