Card Cats

Three of a kind.

Pain and Past

Can I get excused from a few days of life? I bet I can get a note. Who do you go to for that? I think I am calling in dead.
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Some one once said that all pain is for a reason. Builds your character and such. I don't know who that person was, but they were a idiot.
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Pain is relative. As in comes to visit at the worst times, stays long past it's welcome, and eats all the food in the fridge. And steals your towels.
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Food was just as good as I remembered, just as many authentic Ifandorbuts running around, town was bigger than it used to be, lots of new stores, some old landmarks gone, the house was greener, the fence was goner, the roads were better, the memories were all just as plain and favorable. I am glad we went. I had no idea why I had put that money aside, but God did.
Thank you for caring about our need to run away every now and then. To our past, or to our memories, or to something, anything, familiar.

LadyAnne

Self-Confidence and Cold Bach Pictures

If you have any to start out with, college will suck it right out of you real fast.
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I hope this doesn't make me hate Bach.
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The weatherman says the high today is supposed to be 51. I think it is a cruel joke to get us to pull out our swimsuits. I, for one, am not fallin' for it.
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The uncanny ability of certain pictures to walk out of the system is incredibly annoying.

Stardust is watching you!

http://stardust.jpl.nasa.gov/overview/microchip/names2t16.html

My name is on that list. As is my younger brother's. We have been sold to aliens, I just know it!
I am moving to....somewhere. Or building a bomb shelter stocked with enough food to last fifty years. This is why I live my life in denial, it's much less upsetting!

Help!

Lady Anne

Frigid Fasting

It's snowing. Again. Welcome to the frozen tundra. "North to Alaska!"

(Note: Any spelling mistakes are due to wearing gloves while typing. And the fact I can't get too close to the computer due to the layers of coat I am wearing.)


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We were issued a challenge today in Principles of Christian Life....Fast music for the next three weeks. Luckily, due to an unfortunate episode with fried sound cards, I know it is possible. (But not without some whining.)

Lady Anne

Blue Orange Release

Ok, I have had an epiphany. (and if my sad little epiphany doesn't live up to your standards...please no comments.)

Right, so, when a human being is deeply hurt, (or hurt at all, or angry or whatever,) they cry, right? (Or scream or pray or whatever.) The point being that there is an emotional release coded into our genetic make-up, right?

Well, my new theory is as follows; the extreme cold (or heat, or whatever,) is the pressure, and the snow (or rain, or sleet, or wind, or whatever,) is the release valve.

Sweet, huh?

My primary example and the cause of said mind-blowing ideas is the current weather we are having. Yesterday, and indeed the entire weekend, was bone-breaking-ly cold, no joke. Eyes freeze in sockets, ears curl up and die, kick your neighbor's puppy, cold. Until last night/this morning...when it snowed. And continues to ponder the advisability of snowing or raining or some type of precipitation even 'til now. But...it isn't half as cold as it was a mere ten hours ago.

So, my idea works.

I am genius!

I am the champion, I am the champion, I am the champion...of the world! (*swaying in her chair and singing loudly*)

Thank you, thank you!

Lady Anne has left the building. Please, hold your tears.

My own soundtrack...

Talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out-of-body experience. -Susie

With Style...

Someones been photographing me!

Lots of Pictures of Pictures

K, some people have this overly annoying habit of drawing, if you can call it that, while taking notes. Not that the note taking is slowed any by the doodling. It actually seems to facilitate comprehensive notes. But I hereby apologise for boring all my other readers (both of you) with this inordinately long post merely to show MOTN some examples of what I was talking about. So here goes the longest post this year...

Houses:

One of my favorites ever.

A castle. The first one to come around. Interesting, but rather odd in proportions. A closer detail of the above picture.Like it says, a sod buster's house.

Smallest house in the world.

Another really small one...near something to do with the Persians, apparently.Twister!

Oooh, two-tone!

Messy farmer, that's for sure.

Aww, pretty picket fence.

Mountain cabin. (And passing notes in church. Shame, shame.)

One of the fastest ever drawn.

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Crosses:

The basic message of the bible in pictorial form.Random. And leaning.
Re-illustration.

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Doodles:

Gotta love this quote!

Don't ASK.

And again, don't bother.

Ministerial Division Plenary Meeting

Led by Gumby, hence the little slanty headed creature.

Ummm...Not sure, exactly.

Actually wasn't just morbid, it went with the sermon. I promise.

Not just colors are possible when boredom comes into play.

A reproduction of an outdoor ministry chalk-art kind of display board.

Not sure what kind of ship this is supposed to be. Looks odd.
Ever wonder where bullets come from?

And where they stay till placed on a bulleted list?

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National Talk Like a Pirate Day:

One of my favourite holidays.

English Comp. class notes. As are the following three.

Christian Beliefs class notes.


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Fleas:


Yeah, don't ask me where the whole flea drawing thing comes from, my brothers are just always doing it. It is addicting, I tell ya.






More forthcoming! Just don't have pictures of them yet.

Lady Anne

Quote of the Day:

You have the backbone of a gummy bear!

-Rev. R. Loper

Healed! (Almost)

Much better and a cool scar!

Lady Anne

Funny, Funny?

This is what results when a cell phone with texting capabilities falls into the wrong hands:

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Ll. e.gmp 0 g i cant gdt tis to work right0
anyway0 thamjq or ok thankp or thanks
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Cracked me up. A lot. If our silly cell phone producers would better explain or design the texting options, then poor electronically challenged people wouldn't have to struggle along and send scary texts that make librarians laugh out loud in the library.

LadyAnne
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We must save electricity, we are GOD'S Bible school after all.- Ms. V. after running back to turn off lights.

Re:Accusations, Monday, January 14, 2008

I don't know why, but it does. If you save a draft, it will only post under that date, no matter how many days later you go back and post it. So, to facilitate easy reading...here you go.

Lady Anne

No Sermon? Why not?

I knew God was going to do something special and unique when the class before chapel was NT Lit and We covered exactly none of our material. Pastor C. Just got back from revival in P.N.G. and told us about his trip and the people and revival there. Then the entire rest of the class period was a time of prayer requests, answers to prayer, discussion and Sharing.

Wow, how unorthodox of a God do we serve! Plans are fine, but God's are better.

Lady Anne

Coffee + Chocolate + Peppermint = Death

Once upon a time, not too long ago, in a city, in a place...

me: I just tried that peppermint Starbucks thing
Chica: yeah? still hate it?
me: You should see the face I am making right now
Worst buck I ever spent
You can have it if you want
Chica: lol sorry
me: Eww
That should be a form of torture we use on spies
Chica: oh my
it isn't THAT bad!
me: oh yeah it is
Chica: i mean i don't think it is bad at all... i can understand someone not liking it though
but spies?? LOL
me: I think the experience permanently scared me
Chica: scared???
me: Scar-red.
Chica: oh scarred?
me: Like if I cut you you get a scar
Chica: lol yeah
me: Like Tony's eyebrow
Chica: why is it if u cut me
why not i cut you??
Me: Like the results of mankind in the universe
Chica: actually you wrote i cut you... so to me that means you ;)
me: Like if Theresa cuts Esther's throat, she won't live long enough to scar
Chica: well then that doesn't really apply to this convo
cuz we are talking scars
not death
ur so morbid
anyhow.... i hope ur coffee scar heals quickly
was it too hot?
me: No, cold
Chica: lol
me: Just as nasty as arsenic
Chica: oh and you've tasted arsenic?
me: Yea
Chica: you have tasted?
me: My brothers used to feed it to me to watch me twitch
Chica: oh plz
me: It was as painful as a paper cut on my windpipe
Chica: oh my
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I am glad I crack myself up, at least. Other wise I would always be saying things and no one would laugh. At least I laugh.

LadyAnne

Messy Mentality

Arg! The intelligence level of most of the conversations around here is thoroughly aggravating. Within the space of two minutes I heard two discussions on 1) The time till discovery if you died in bed versus the shower, and 2) The advisability of addressing inanimate objects and whether or not they minded.
Now admittedly, I ain't the brightest, but I REALLY miss my family, and the deep, crazy, high level, quantum physics, theology, society, etc, etc, etc, debates we are always having. No arguing merely for argue sake, but rather hashing and rehashing ideas and conclusions until we are forced to come out of our preconceived, self confined world and let our mind grow enough to agree to disagree.

*Sigh

LadyAnne

Colors

My blue marker is dying
My orange crackers are almost all gone
And then I am going to eat my brown cookie
And drink some red juice
Then carry my black backpack to my white room
And lay on my blue bed
With my blue bunny
And get some green sleep
(green sleep?)
My white tooth hurts
And my brown covered head
I can take some more Red and White pills... they might help
But probably not

LadyAnne

Accusations

Right, so a certain someone whom shall remain nameless (mostly,) recently accused me of having a negligible capacity to navigate conversationally. (No room to talk) Well, that tends to be true, case in point;

I was walking up, (yea, up) the stairs to go to choir a few days ago, and of course there were a bunch of people standing at the bottom, and of course I was in a hurry, and of course I had chosen the big, clunker, huge, combat boots due to the snowy conditions (no, I can't blame it on the snow...I tried.) and of course I caught my toe on the step and fell. Just a little, and just a second or two of actual falling time (comparatively, when looking at previous incidents) but it would seem that they ALL happened to be looking at the time. After a burst of uncharitable laughter, some snide comment was made (yea, well, he shall remain nameless too, even though he doesn't deserve anonymity!) about no one having seen it and I retorted with a threat (Something along the lines of "these boots are good for kicking too!") and I thought it was the end of another round of Lady Anne's ritual humiliation techniques. Until I discovered that every time we cross paths, they suddenly find themselves very clumsy, tripping on nothing, and making comments ("tell her to watch out, cause we don't have an elevator over here and those stairs can be tricky"). Oy. I would throw something, but can't seem to find anything big enough. Or sharp enough.
Of course, I am extremely lucky that none of those people were around for my next great achievement...which was the next day. I was on my way to NT, down stairs this time(there are just too many stairs here). And, of all the unwise occupations people employ while mobilizing, I was...well, I was...OK, yeah, I was reading. But I have the steps counted and I am never paying attention, and I walk it ten times a day so there is no excuse for the resulting calamity (Jane). I went to step the last step at the bottom and fell two steps instead, rolling head over heels, flinging my book wildly, (good thing it wasn't crowded, it would have creamed someone. BIG book!) dropping my book bag, and even losing my shoe. Know how whenever Hobbs hits Calvin his shoes and such go flying? That is what it looked like. I promise. But, neither a scrape nor a bruise, I calmly try to gather the tattered robes of my dignity (and school/wardrobe items) around me and allow the GENTLEMEN who were there to help me recollect and get to class somewhat on time. It was not a happy day for me. But I haven't heard a word since from either one of them!

Let that be a lesson to you! and Take a page out of their book! and I can't think of any more school related cliches.


Naw, I don't mind really, just Rico's comment reminded me I hadn't shared with the world on this particular set of stupidities.
So, there ya go...enjoy. Laugh, be happy, smile, send me candy as a consolation prize. :-}

Lady Anne

As Previously Promised...

More gore! Here is a pic of the bed where the experiment was completed. (The spot at the top is where his head was, the spots at the bottom are on the blanket they laid around his neck to catch all the blood he was trying to get rid of.)This is the table that had all the instruments of torture on it. (Look closely, there is blood on that there blue face cover thing. And the wad of gauze under it. I told you, the boy wouldn't stop bleeding!)

There be the cause of many a gray hair on his poor mother's head. Sturdy little buggers, too. Although completely covered and caked in blood, they are actually still wearable. Not that I am gonna let him. Well, maybe just not while playing football with guys that much larger than he is.

And here is a little better view of it. More forth coming...

Lady Anne

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Curly fries are really just deep fried potato hairs.

Snow + Steps = Funny

I just saw a kid fall down. Not hard, but very embarrassing for a High School-er. I wanted to laugh, but I just asked if he was OK and sped on my way, mostly because I didn't want to chortle in his face, but I laughed later...sensitive of me, huh? I know, I know, I even amaze myself.

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A conversation I had recently:
R.C.-"When do you play those bags?"
Me- "What?"
R.C.-"You know. Those tone bags."
Me- "What are you talking about?"
R.C.- "Those tone bags, do you just play them at weddings or funerals or what?"
Me- "Wait...bagpipes?"
R.C.- "Yea, those. Is it for special occasions or just when ever?"
Me- Long interval where I come unglued.

LadyAnne

Come fail with me, come fail, we'll fail away...

It's snowing. Seems like after Christmas the winter is over and we should go ahead and get ready for spring, but it looks like the crazy weather man has other ideas. We should find him and make him stop giving the weather, then it wouldn't be, right? He only reports things like rain and snow and floods and tornadoes, (wait, there aren't a lot of tornadoes up here is there?) so if we could stop him, then we would have perfect, balmy weather all the time. Sounds good in theory, anyway.

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Today in English:
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Tact is for those who aren't witty enough to be sarcastic. -T2
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There was an old man from where ever... -A.P. (Ooh, Phil...will you write me a limerick? Just the rest of this one? Please? Please? Please? Please? Please?)
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The title of this post was sung (if you can call it that) to me by T2. To the tune of "Come fly with me" by Frank Sinatra or whoever.

Lady Anne

Never knew how much the long ago schooling of the MOTN had made my forehead say "I'll fix it!" If you are un-wise enough to wear something merely because fashion dictates, then why must I be the unwary recipient of the blood and guts resulting from your shoe or sunglasses mishaps? Although, the funky hook looking needle was very cool to see going in and out of the wound. Bwahaha! And I got to help (a little) moving the bloody rags and counting sutures. He even explained and taught the different knots to me. Although, if I ever hurt myself, (which I won't because I am too smart to do stuff like that...) please don't take me to the doctor who has a name like Dr. Dismal (Dizzmaal). Kinda freaky. I expected us to maybe leave there with large bolts coming out of His neck, and a new brain or something. (Hey, not a bad idea. Maybe it'd be a better one. :} ) And of course, my first close encounter of the gory kind and there were no batteries in my crazy camera! I could have videoed the whole thing, complete with sound! But no, no such luck. All we got were nasty cell phone captures, not bad, but certainly not good either...

Very gaping, which I knew was not normal for a "No big deal cut"...

And oddly enough, the sunglasses were all plastic, rounded edges, 'safety' glasses. So it was all brunt force that actually split the layers of skin to within two or three of the brow bone. And I got to see him digging around in it with scary metal tools, and he showed me the last layer that was split. Cool. T2 was a bit annoyed we were probing about I am sure. No pain, just face covered by blue cloths and flat out with bright lights shining down, alien abduction-ish experience. I enjoyed it, though.

Five stitches, four normal, one in the middle all special to keep it flush together to reduce the scarring...

There is still lots of blood in his eyebrow, and after the doc cleaned it he had to get the needle and such ready, so he left it for a bit. Well, cleaning the wound removed the clots of blood, so it started bleeding again profusely.....all down the side of his head and into his hair and ear. So there was lots of blood on the bed and gauze and cloths. Sweet. Any who, back to remove stitches in ten days. Cool, I will have my camera I promise. More gore will be forth-coming. (Sorry, all you of the weak stomachs and queasy minds.)

Then, well actually before, but CoffeeChica didn't tell me until later that she had fallen down the ramp (sounds familiar, don't it?) and scraped her foot/ankle all up. Now I fall a lot, (funny story...never mind,I'll tell ya later) but never actually hurt myself. Just talented I guess. But then again, I clean stuff out instead of leaving bits of asphalt in odd abrasions on my appendages. I finally looked at it yesterday/today and it is not a trivial matter at all, well, not any more anyways...

Before my amazing emergency medical treatment, Though after soaking to remove all man made materials...like, oh, I don't know, ROCK maybe? Both taken at the same time, but you can see how swollen it still is even after some treatment.

Then...

After the amazing me had visit my healing powers on her un-worthy self.

It was interesting, but kinda spread it out for me, can't ya guys? Try not to completely wear me out. No more football, or ....walking(?) for a while til I get rested up, K?

LadyAnne
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Overheard this week:

You're skew-ing, you're skew-ing! -N.C. (R.C.'s brother)
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I have a masters degree in electronic hand-eye coordination equipment. (Video games) -Sant T.
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We nice the friend- Shan T. (on one of those phrasebuilder picture frames that have different word magnets)

Stagflation

Frustration
–noun
1. act of frustrating; state of being frustrated: the frustration of the president's efforts.
2. an instance of being frustrated: to experience a series of frustrations before completing a project.
3. something that frustrates, as an unresolved problem.
4. a feeling of dissatisfaction, often accompanied by anxiety or depression, resulting from unfulfilled needs or unresolved problems.

annoyance, bummer, chagrin, circumvention, contravention, defeat, disgruntlement, dissatisfaction, downer, drag, failure, grievance, hindrance, impediment, irritation, letdown, non fulfillment, non success, obstruction, resentment, setback, thwarting, unfulfillment, vexation, animosity, annoyance, antagonism, conniption, displeasure, distemper, enmity, exasperation, fury, gall, huff, ill humor, ill temper, impatience, indignation, infuriation, irascibility, ire, irritability, irritation, mad, miff, outrage, peevishness, pique, rage, rankling, resentment, sore, stew, storm, temper, tiff, umbrage, vexation, depression, abasement, abjection, abjectness, bleakness, blowout, blues, bummer, cheerlessness, dejection, desolation, desperation, despondency, disconsolation, discouragement, dispiritedness, distress, dolefulness, downheartedness, dreariness, dullness, gloom, gloominess, heavy heartedness, hopelessness, lowness, melancholy, misery, sadness, sorrow, trouble, unhappiness, woefulness, worry.


Yea me.

LadyAnne

Abort! Abort!

When I was a kid, I was the girl next door's imaginary friend for a week. I had to get out of the relationship, though, because imaginary friends never get to use the bathroom. They aren't real after all. So I finally had to pull the plug on that one.

LadyAnne

"Poor Pete"

Here and there among men, there are those who pause in the hurried rush to listen to the call of a life that is more real. How often have we seen them, jostled and ridiculed by their fellows, pushed aside and forgotten. He who sees and hears too much is cursed for a dreamer, a fanatic, or a fool by the mad mob who, having eyes, see not, ears and hear not, and refuse to understand.

We build temples and churches, but will not worship in them. We hire spiritual advisers, but refuse to heed them. We buy bibles, but will not read them. Believing in God, we do not fear Him. Acknowledging Christ, we neither follow nor obey Him. Only when we can no longer strive in the battle for earthly honors or material wealth do we turn to the unseen and more enduring things of life and hear and see the things we have so long refused to consider.

Pete knew a world unseen by us, and we, therefore, fancied ourselves wiser than he. The wind in the pines, the rustle of the leaves, the murmur of a brook, the growl of the thunder, and the voices of the night were all understood and answered by him. The flowers, the trees, the rocks, the hills, the clouds were to him not lifeless things but living friends, who laughed and wept with them.

“Poor Pete,” we said.
Was he in truth poorer or richer than we?

-Harold Bell Wright-

Who's crazy?

"Commitment is hard, take it from someone who has been commited"
-Calvin Dillwaller

Huh? Who we talkin' bout?

LadyAnne

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