cricket killing

honestly... i almost did it.  i almost murdered the poor little sucker.  

last night as i crawled into bed... i heard it.. the cricket was chirping... however... it was close-in my house close.  i was too tired to do much about it at that point in time so i TRIED to sleep.  i drifted in and out of sleep all night ALWAYS being awaken by the all too familiar chirping of mr. cricket.  

by the time my alarm went off this morning at 5:30 i was frustrated.  i just wanted TEN minutes of unchirpified sleep.  but God would not grant my request to strike this creature down.  so i woke up very crabby and reluctantly.  after "waking" myself up aka wandering around my house aimlessly for 3 minutes i finally ran into my room and started throwing things around looking for this cricket WHO WAS STILL CHIRPING! eventually i narrowed it down to a few boxes of things i am giving away and then down to one... (lucky for me it was the smallest box)  i think i had been yelling at the stupid cricket because my poor dog was cowering in the corner upon hearing my angry voice.  i assured her it had NOTHING to do with her... and proceeded to pick up the box and shake if violently while yelling at the stupid cricket.  there was a somewhat sick pleasure from visualizing the contents slamming into the cricket.  i stopped and cautiously opened the box only to find that the stupid thing wasn't dead or even harmed... so i took the box out side emptied the contents and shook it upside down until the little sucker flew out and hopped very quickly away from my house.  

ok so the post said killing but even though i didn't actually KILL the cricket i did try... and i think i successfully frightened him enough to warn his friends about entering that "crazy lady's house"  :)  

oh and this reminded my of my fly massacre from last fall... PLEASE pray that flies will not infest my house as they did my apartment last year! 

uniquely me

this past weekend was random and wonderful.  I spontaneously decided that i wanted to built this "room divider" thing (that will sit against a corner and not divide a room) that has chalk board paint so i can write on it.  I have dreamed of this piece of furniture for a while and it has taken quite a lot of me searching the internet and finding nothing cheaper than 200 dollars *gag* to finally step up and build the dang thing myself. (for less than 70 dollars)  

i called a friend and we set out on an adventure friday morning and were nearly finished with this room divider when it was time for our dance lesson- we were the star pupils and then it was devastating because he left for DC the next morning and we never finished.  

so i spent saturday reading the fourth book in a series and opted for a girlie movie and pj time that evening.  

followed by sunday which woke me up early-dressed me up-took me to lincoln for my dad's installation and found me in Seward that afternoon putting the finishing touches on my room divider with my dad- and crawling under my truck for the most satisfying experience of changing my oil! 

so after this weekend i find it hard not to agree with my friend who told me "Raych- you're weird. but i'm glad cuz it shows you aren't afraid to be yourself" 

chick flicks and oil changes.  

Cucumbers

SARAH especially you.  

A. sorry i didn't answer your call yesterday. 

B. I just made a website go visit it.  www.easysite.com/stpaulyoutharlone

C.  DO THIS IMMEDIATELY.  cut cucumber slices and put them in your water.... YUMMMMMMMY.  no joke.  for added excitement in your mouth add a lemon slice to a nalgene with Three slices of cucumber add some ice and fill'r'up.  AMAZING.

inspiration

Hey, 

So i have been rather busy lately... mostly because i have been very focused on doing my very best to achieve what i believe is the goal of confirmation.  I believe that by the end of confirmation youth should be able to articulate their relationship with God and with Jesus Christ their savior  without hesitation.  They should be able to start digging into their faith with the understanding that no matter what they ask no matter how they ask it the bottom line is that they are forgiven and loved children of God.  

While doing this i also started to focus on my HS group with the anticipation that i can make our weekly wednesday night meetings/Bible studies are meaningful and helpful to the teens that are part of our group.  I ordered a book on the recommendation of my aunt who has never read the book but thought it sounded good!  The name of this book is "Do Hard Things:  a teenage rebellion against low expectation"  

this book was written by alex and brett harris who are 19 year old twins who live in oregon.  Their book has inspired me to be more efficient with my time and talents while i encourage my youth to step up to God's expectations which are HARD.  

check out www.therebelution.com  

Paying Damian's Salary

In the last 24 hours i have worked, napped, watched, unpacked, read, fixed, and debated.  

First I worked, I got a LOT accomplished too!  I spent an unthinkable amount of time condensing my address book in my gmail account and am confident that i have updated and working emails for almost everyone!  (except some random people who they always get sent back...it's weird.

I napped.  I came home after work and fell into a sound sleep of a nap on my futon.  i was rudely awaken by a short thunder storm and a text message.  

I watched Charlie and the Chocolate factory while devouring some Olive Garden left overs compliments of Mr. and Mrs, Jon Kohmeier, Adam, Nathan, and Aunt Ruth who lovingly decided that I would eat their leftovers.  I'm not gonna lie... eating other people's left overs really freaks me out a bit.... but non the less being the poor starving child i am ate something... (i don't even know what it was)  

After watching this movie i felt compelled to unpack some boxes.  I found old diaries and read through them all finding valuable information such as how cruel and unusual my darling sister really was (compared the the wonderful person she is today) and the final tally count of how many times my Aunt Ruth and i listened to the song "That Thing you Do" from Seward, NE to Burkburnett, TX.  (109 - if you were curious)  

After reading and putting away all these valuable information packed journals I started on pictures which i neatly stacked on my table and was sorting WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN ONE OF THE LEGS OF MY TABLE JUST FELL OFF!!!!!!!!!!!! and everything started its slow but quickening fall towards the wall.  One of these very precious items was my new Ficas tree my daddy gave me to replace the one i shamelessly killed previously this year.  I had to stabilize my table with one arm and move each item gently to the floor with the other being careful not to dump any of these precious contents on the hard wood floor!  I attempted to fix the leg and got it back on but could not turn the table over to ensure that it would hold so since this moment in time there has beennothing on my kitchen table and EVERYTHING on my dining room floor.  

Finally to end the night i debated with my cousin damian on whether or not i should settle for anything less than the most patient and loving man i can find.  My argument was that it wasn't something i could just get rid of and now that i know that some men are loving and caring and patient why would i settle for less.  His argument was If i would settle for someone less... i'd have to go to therapy and therefore would make him more money.  To which i asked how would my failing marriage in NE help his business in DC.  He reasoned that my failing marriage would put a high demand on therapists out in the west and he would have more clients. I almost went ahead and agreed with him thinking he meant that if i had a failing marriage he would move to NE for the better pay.  BUT what he really meant was that all the east coast therapists would eventually move toward the higher demand in the west leaving all the eastcoast patients with no one but him.   needless to say.  i am not planning to enhance damians salary by being miserable for the rest of my life.  

:P

Difference with my excuse and yours is that most people say "the devil made me do it"  i'm saying "my sister made me do it."  i hope you are prepared because most of the time you will be reading about fly massacres, starbucks stories (well for another month at least) and probably the most random things you can think of.  so be prepared.  (and picture little hyenas dancing in straight lines singing this to a dark complexioned lion attempting to take over the animal kingdom)