~~~ Just to clarify a little something before you watch the video: I have no idea who this actor/singer/random Asian celebrity is... It was just a fairly good video of this song that had well done lyrics on it. So, for all you people that might have been wondering, No, I do not have a fansite for this fella...
But I can make one if you really really need me to... (*Shudder*)
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I have exactly ZERO pictures from homecoming. I was working at the Ministerial Pie table instead of snapping shots.
But, I learned a few very important things:
Apparently ministers, college guys and men in general have no ability to handle a pie server without disaster occurring soon afterwards. (We only tried it a few times. That stopped fairly quick.)
I learned that if I ever wanted to make a few bucks, all I'd have to do is put up an ad in the guys dorm selling my pecan pie by the piece. (They'd have eaten it all if the actual customers hadn't started coming...)
I now know that dollar general will accept a return on a hundred and thirty foam cups, and Walmart (may it be blessed for it) takes unneeded pie pumpkins back. (Always make sure they are just the cheap gourds if you are gonna carve 'em. For five bucks each, and only because they were edible, we didn't carve and use the things. *Shudder)
Marshmallows, oddly enough, are the pie topping and garnish of choice for some people. (I still say they made it up out of their own oddness and unnatural affinity for marshmallows.)
Tattoos are completely acceptable. :) (As long as they are the GBS logo.)
That one fella should have gotten out his unicycle, cause we were nearing carnival stage and that would have topped it off nicely. That and someone on stilts... (There's always next year!)
We need bigger signs for the hot cocoa. That was some really good Cocoa.
Someone might have paid someone to dunk someone else in the dunk tank... (That's all I'm sayin.)
My mother's decor training is still lurking in the back of my mind somewhere; that table looked good. (If I do say so myself. And I do. But we needed a bigger tablecloth...) Sadly, we had no "long, flower-y, rope-y, drape-y thingies" but not for any real reason other than the fact that it just worked out better without them. If that is too disappointing for the ministerial majors, we can always decorate the Schmul Library with Swags and Garland. (That should go over real well.)
Bees get somewhat sluggish and then giddy when allowed too much pie. And pie still sells with free bees added to the plate.
There are a lot of bee murderers in this world. (I like bees. I thought about taking up banners and starting a picket or Crusade for the Bees or something...) Be very careful the next time you think about dressing your child as an adorable little honey bee...
It was a crazy busy weekend, but I had fun. I need a laptop (Ooh, I have a whole post coming up on RockyTop...) so I can jot down more of the fun stuff I learn. I forget way too much and I am not sitting here any longer while things come back to me.
Well, I have officially left the ranks of dorm dwelling masses...
Just in time to pass the threshold to the spirit world and slip the surly bonds of this sordid world,
To leave behind all squirrel flu symptoms and immanently due homework projects for death's cool relief of spasmodic coughing fits...
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Ah, for a voice that actually makes enough noise to not be misunderstood as asking for jewelry instead of...whatever I might have been asking for at the time...
What bliss to not have to touch people, or snap my fingers, or bang on the wall, or wave my hand in front of their face, to get their attention so they can read my lips. I don't think Kate will ever recover from her emotional scars...
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I dream of a place where people don't use terminology like "one of those long, flowery, ropy, drapy thingies" and expect me to know and come up with the idea... (He meant a swag or garland. He said "I'm a guy, we're not supposed to know things like that!" I think it's a cop-out.)
A place where people making me laugh is a positive thing, with no choking involved...
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One would think having a translator would be easier, and yet, I think all she did was either laugh at me, make other people laugh at me, or make me laugh. I should fire her, but I'll have to wait till I actually have enough voice to do it. Meanwhile I might still need her...
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Living in limbo
Someone mentioned it is pet peeve week or month or something. It isn't really that big a deal to me, but it can get a bit nagging. I'd like to have everything compartmentalized. I think that is why I'd rather live out of a few suitcases than a jumbled unknown. Just give me my boxes and I'll be just fine. I like my boxes, my compartments, my own systems. I know where each and everything is and it has a place and is in it's place...
You'll never be like me, don't try to make me be like you. I think we are great the way we are.
At some point it becomes simply a matter of will and personal responsibility.
You have to decide to get out of bed and you have to decide to tend to your responsibilities.
You have to decide to smile when you're miserable.
Stand up straight when you're bearing the weight of the world.
Persevere when you're overwhelmed.
No one said life would be easy.
No one said that you would always feel like getting out of bed.
No one said that you would be able to figure out the mess.
You still have a responsibility to get up and get on with your life.
You cannot avoid the roles that God has given you.
He said that He will not give us more than we can bear with His help. Do you think that yours is a special circumstance that God hadn't thought of before you?
Get out of bed.
Stop being aimless.
Stand up.
Be as strong as you are.
Smile whether you want to or not.
Be calm.
Stop blaming.
Stop looking for a crutch.
Stop trying to find someone or something that will be "just the thing" to make you good enough, strong enough, or brave enough.
You're you. And you're the only you that God gave the ability to rise above your specific trials and situations.
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LadyAnne