I hate spam in my comments. And honestly, whoever even has the time to be doing this needs to at least be a better writer than myself! And if you do have time, dude, I hope you're not in the chat rooms, because you obviously have too much time on your hands and are a total loser to boot.
My favorite line was something to the tune of, your blog has a unique writing style to it and you probably have many visitors. WTF!
Finally, should you ever find that the comments option is missing, it's because I had spam- again!
And PS. Just because I don't get a lot of comments, does not mean that I am excited to get your stupid spam comments.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
Food, food and more food.
It's what I love most about life in small towns, and probably what makes it so hard to go away. When loads of people come together for some good reason and work together to make everything happen and to be fun.
My father's community service group is getting together with two of the other service groups in town this week to have a pork chop sandwich dinner in the park to raise funds. (Pork chop sandwiches only work in Iowa, I swear.) And the church got together for it's annual fundraiser- which supports in part the church school, education programs, outreach programs, assistance for members in nursing homes or shut-ins, the re-run shops efforts and more things I'm not even sure of- and it was so amazing to watch.
Some people, like my mom, have been doing the same job for years, but they still love to do it. Yet they willingly let new people join in, help out or even took over as needed. The people who coordinate the fundraiser seem to change every couple of years, but each year there are always new ideas to help make it fun. It's a truly whole-church event; from the young kids of parents helping out all the way to the older members of the church. The supplies are all donated, food that is left over and doesn't go home with someone at the end of the day stays at the school to help out in the food budget, and volunteers clean up the area at the end of the day.
I think the part, if I had to choose, that I like best is at the end, when everyone is tired and trying to clean things up so they can get out of there, but everyone is still so polite and happy. And it's so easy to convince someone to take home the leftover mini cannolis (me), or the leftover homemade chicken and noodles (Perry, Meg, and Jenna's mom), or the remaining kolaches of mostly gooseberry and cottage cheese/raisin filling (too many people to name). You just remind them they don't want to cook tomorrow after all their work today. I love knowing that this benefits the church and in turn the community, and knowing that people got a good deal at the end of the day. Where else can you go to get about two carry-out trays of food for six dollars?
So if you're free the next second weekend of September, stop by, you get at least two scoops of chicken and noodles or cavatini per punch.
My father's community service group is getting together with two of the other service groups in town this week to have a pork chop sandwich dinner in the park to raise funds. (Pork chop sandwiches only work in Iowa, I swear.) And the church got together for it's annual fundraiser- which supports in part the church school, education programs, outreach programs, assistance for members in nursing homes or shut-ins, the re-run shops efforts and more things I'm not even sure of- and it was so amazing to watch.
Some people, like my mom, have been doing the same job for years, but they still love to do it. Yet they willingly let new people join in, help out or even took over as needed. The people who coordinate the fundraiser seem to change every couple of years, but each year there are always new ideas to help make it fun. It's a truly whole-church event; from the young kids of parents helping out all the way to the older members of the church. The supplies are all donated, food that is left over and doesn't go home with someone at the end of the day stays at the school to help out in the food budget, and volunteers clean up the area at the end of the day.
I think the part, if I had to choose, that I like best is at the end, when everyone is tired and trying to clean things up so they can get out of there, but everyone is still so polite and happy. And it's so easy to convince someone to take home the leftover mini cannolis (me), or the leftover homemade chicken and noodles (Perry, Meg, and Jenna's mom), or the remaining kolaches of mostly gooseberry and cottage cheese/raisin filling (too many people to name). You just remind them they don't want to cook tomorrow after all their work today. I love knowing that this benefits the church and in turn the community, and knowing that people got a good deal at the end of the day. Where else can you go to get about two carry-out trays of food for six dollars?
So if you're free the next second weekend of September, stop by, you get at least two scoops of chicken and noodles or cavatini per punch.
Friday, September 09, 2005
whinings and a musing...
Recently, I've been over using the word "recently". It's horrid and sad, but I have. I have long contemplated my need for a thesaurus (and today, my need for a dictionary). But now I wish I could just implant one into my brain. I've been trying to write short, descriptive and intelligent letters (recently). And my little brain is going insane. So insane, in fact, I'm still slightly giddy from the cheese I feel I'm inserting into these letters. (Strike the "I feel", it's not confident to say "I feel".) Ok, enough!
On another note, when do I get to go back to France? I have friends who are going back, friends who are plotting to go back and friends who are plotting to go to continents nearer than this one. (Surprisingly enough, I do have friends-- I always hated that joke.) I have friends who just emailed a photo from my time in France, and I'm feeling desperate to escape my letters and return. Hmm, thanks for reading my whinings. Hopefully my lack of a thesaurus and dictionary didn't turn you off.
Ps. (haha) I hope my title was as amusing to you as it is to my hopefully temporary short-circuited brain.
On another note, when do I get to go back to France? I have friends who are going back, friends who are plotting to go back and friends who are plotting to go to continents nearer than this one. (Surprisingly enough, I do have friends-- I always hated that joke.) I have friends who just emailed a photo from my time in France, and I'm feeling desperate to escape my letters and return. Hmm, thanks for reading my whinings. Hopefully my lack of a thesaurus and dictionary didn't turn you off.
Ps. (haha) I hope my title was as amusing to you as it is to my hopefully temporary short-circuited brain.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Saturday, August 27, 2005
"What're you going to put on your resume? -Dumbass?"
Really, I would if I thought it would help me get a job.
And honestly, how is it that I put resumes/cover letters at the top of every one of my to do lists- and all in good conscience- and yet manage to make it the last thing I've yet to attempt?
Watching 'That 70's Show' is so much more entertaining anyway.
And honestly, how is it that I put resumes/cover letters at the top of every one of my to do lists- and all in good conscience- and yet manage to make it the last thing I've yet to attempt?
Watching 'That 70's Show' is so much more entertaining anyway.
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Time and Old Memories.
For reasons unknown, time is quite amazing. Mostly for me, it resembles money and is gone before I assimilate that it's there. In talking with Louise this past Thursday, I was reminded of how much time has passed since returning to the States and how quickly it's done so. In addition, Bobby has returned, but only just within the last week or two- comparatively to my two and a half months.
It's also been about as much time since my last post. Something about a 40-hour work-week instead of my leisurely aforementioned 12-hour work-week seems to make all the difference.
It was so wonderful to chat with Louise though. Such a fabulous indulgence in nostalgia. (Can something that's only two months past become nostalgia already?) We discussed the end of our time there with friends and family, the return, ensuring activities, and forthcoming possibilities. She has been accepted and assigned her post for the next year in France but is still debating between returning to Metz and her graduate school acceptance. Her options far outshine mine, and I have to admit to about five minutes envy that she could return if she wanted to. However I know that I am content not to return- the likelihood of receiving my former school again would be so tiny and I have always found it difficult to return to the same situation without expecting the same outcome. Instead I find myself plotting a week long visit in April or May of 2006- oh dreams are wonderful things even if they don't actually play out. (Namely due to short vacation allowances and small salaries for pions.) But how I wish I could visit in the spring... to see Metz begin blooming again and visit Parisian friends, and maybe even the Milau bridge and the Riveria... sigh.
Nostalgia is not in short supply for me tonight... I've been cleaning and sorting through old things again. Today it was time to clean under my desk- throwing out old middle school art projects and rambling through photos from high school onwards. The most surprising thing tonight was the file folder holding print-outs of all the old emails from my high school boyfriend. He was also my first boyfriend, and you would think that if I can throw out things from university, I'd be able to throw out a folder of old emails. Instead I ended up reading through the majority of them and for the stupid reason of sentimentality, I have ended up saving them again. Maybe someday I'll finally toss them, but I guess not now. I mean, what is it about your first boyfriend anyway, especially when it keeps you from throwing out a pile of space-taking paper.
It's also been about as much time since my last post. Something about a 40-hour work-week instead of my leisurely aforementioned 12-hour work-week seems to make all the difference.
It was so wonderful to chat with Louise though. Such a fabulous indulgence in nostalgia. (Can something that's only two months past become nostalgia already?) We discussed the end of our time there with friends and family, the return, ensuring activities, and forthcoming possibilities. She has been accepted and assigned her post for the next year in France but is still debating between returning to Metz and her graduate school acceptance. Her options far outshine mine, and I have to admit to about five minutes envy that she could return if she wanted to. However I know that I am content not to return- the likelihood of receiving my former school again would be so tiny and I have always found it difficult to return to the same situation without expecting the same outcome. Instead I find myself plotting a week long visit in April or May of 2006- oh dreams are wonderful things even if they don't actually play out. (Namely due to short vacation allowances and small salaries for pions.) But how I wish I could visit in the spring... to see Metz begin blooming again and visit Parisian friends, and maybe even the Milau bridge and the Riveria... sigh.
Nostalgia is not in short supply for me tonight... I've been cleaning and sorting through old things again. Today it was time to clean under my desk- throwing out old middle school art projects and rambling through photos from high school onwards. The most surprising thing tonight was the file folder holding print-outs of all the old emails from my high school boyfriend. He was also my first boyfriend, and you would think that if I can throw out things from university, I'd be able to throw out a folder of old emails. Instead I ended up reading through the majority of them and for the stupid reason of sentimentality, I have ended up saving them again. Maybe someday I'll finally toss them, but I guess not now. I mean, what is it about your first boyfriend anyway, especially when it keeps you from throwing out a pile of space-taking paper.
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