some things just never change

So yesterday I went to the Soup Bros. for lunch which is practically my favorite downtown lunch spot. In the pick-up window the guy has placed a few random items like Coca-cola bottles from around the world, foreign currency, and strange beverage containers from different countries. He also has this weird little juice glass, filled with something that's sort of orange-ish with a foamy top. Covering the juice glass is a glass dome. Every time I see it I always wonder what is in the glass.

So yesterday as I was taking my soup I asked, "What's in that glass?"

He said, "Orange juice. I'm dehydrating it so it becomes hard. It might be done now, go ahead and check it and see if it's solid yet."

So I did.

I pulled out the glass, flipped it over, and sure enough it was solid!

I said, "Wow, that's so cool! I mean, it's really solid and you even got the foam to turn into a solid!"

He looked at me and said, "Cool isn't it?"

And as I stood there with the glass flipped upside-down, my finger poking at the solid OJ inside the glass, he looked at me with this pathetic expression and said,

"Honey, I'm just kidding. It's a joke. It's polyerthane. You couldn't ever get orange juice to go solid like that. Dehydrated orange juice wouldn't turn into a solid."

And then I laughed. I was really embarrassed. I suppose some things just never change, specifically my gullibility!

good times with luz!

Last night I got this really great voice mail message from my friend Luz(pictured below)--I stole the picture from her blog b/c it made me laugh. You should check out her blog at www.fiatluz.com

And she re-capped some fun Swiss/Italian adventures that we shared...stories which made me smile really big, and then...you know what? I freakin cried!!!!!! I'm a freak!
But Luz, you forgot one! Remember that time when we were traveling back to Bellevue from Italy and we got off the train in Brig and then we realized we were supposed to stay on all the way to Aigle? That was crazy! We had to call home and tell them we would be late. Kenton answered the phone and told us of a great bus stop to sleep in :(
So what did we do? Well we bought salami, little cheeses, and sat on a bench on the track and listened to Barenaked for the Holidays while we waited FOREVER for the next train.
Good times Luz, good good times!

single at the supermarket?

I seriously think Milwaukee is one of the coolest places to live!! What do you think? Should I cancel my plans for Friday night, dress up really HOT, and stroll on over to the Supermarket?

This article is posted in the Milwaukee Paper today and it made me laugh a lot. You should read it, it's pretty funny. Please also refer back to an old post where I was having some trouble in the toilet paper isle. Maybe this event could redeem that experience!

Top-shelf tips for singles night at the supermarket
By KATHY FLANIGANkflanigan@journalsentinel.com
Posted: Aug. 15, 2006

The "check-out" line will take on a whole new meaning when Metro Market, 1123 N. Van Buren St., hosts its first Singles Night from 10 p.m. to midnight Friday. That means that during after-hours (the store is usually closed at 10 p.m.) shoppers can pick up phone numbers along with a loaf of bread and a gallon of milk.

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It will work like this: Just show up. It's free. Each person gets a number to wear and a nametag. A disc jockey will play tunes while you wander around and pretend to shop as usual while sampling chocolate-covered cherries, pastries, shrimp mini-kabobs, baked brie and sparkling wine.
If you see someone you like, you can add the opportunity to connect to your cart by telling the video date wrangler to post a message on a large video screen near the windows of the liquor store. Here you'll also receive messages from those who have a hunger to meet you.
All of this means you'll need more than a grocery list for this expedition. So we've come up with some tips to make date shopping fun.

Line 'em up
Skip the melon references and deep-six the inclination to say something about a meat market. Of course it's a meat market. Here are some near-great opening lines to get you started:

• "Nice wheels."

• "Any idea what kind of wine goes with ahi?"

• "What is ahi?"

• "How can you tell if these are ripe?"

There's a way to say no to unwanted attention without actually saying no. These lines can make the unwanted disappear in a hurry:

• "Where's the pickled herring?"

• "How many boxes of extra large, instant macaroni and cheese do you have in stock? Mom and I eat that every night."

• "Which way to the pharmacy aisles? I need something for this rash."

• "Oh, darn, that's the last bottle of Beano. I need at least two."

Make an impression
If you usually grab a T-shirt out of the dirty laundry to run errands, think again. This trip requires going above and beyond:

• Women, try a cute little summer dress. Men should consider nice jeans and definitely a clean shirt.

• Forget the flip-flops (unless they're adorable) and go for heels. It's not like you're really shopping for food.

• Consider wearing something that will make you stand out. A feather boa isn't standard-issue wardrobe for the market, but it will make you identifiable.

• Don't forget the non-verbal cues that demonstrate your interest - the lingering stare over the grapes, the flirty toss of the hair in front of the fresh fish, the pouty lips in the cereal aisle.

Be smart with your cart
What you put in your cart says nearly as much about you as your smile. Load up according to the type of date you'd like to land or the image you want to project:

• Looking for a dinner date with swanky overtones? Skip the gourmet cooking aisle, but make sure you've tossed the uppity lines of canned goods into your cart. Just to be clear that you have expensive taste.

• Fresh ingredients, seasonings and specialty items along with some candles and a tablecloth indicate you may want to cook for the first date.

• Organic cereal, bottles of sports drinks and bags of lettuce say you're athletic and outdoorsy.

• Be careful: A cart full of frozen pizzas and beer screams "I live in my parents' basement." And even if kitty is out of Whiskas, tonight is not the night to load up on cat food - or Lean Cuisine.

Vikki Ortiz, Lori Price, Mary Louise Schumacher and Jan Uebelherr contributed to this report.
From the Aug. 16, 2006 editions of the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel

lost

Thoughts about being lost...inspired by Rebecca Solnit.

This morning I lost my voice. It took me until mid-morning to answer the phone without sounding like I've smoked cigarettes for 50 years. I lost my voice....what does that mean?
I've been reading Rebecca Solnit's "A Field Guide to Getting Lost" and she's making me rethink the way that I see myself within this world.
At one point, she talks about different types of "lostness". I can lose something, an item...like my voice, or my wallet, or my dinner:)...or I can BE lost.
The world doesn't end if I lose something like my hat, my purse, a friend, or a dog...although sometimes I act as if I'm quite disoriented. But when I am the one that is lost, lost in the middle of a forest, then my world is lost too, because I have lost direction within it.
Now I've been thinking about this, because I wonder how much our actions actually push us to be more disconnected from our world, actually seeming to make ourselves the center of our own world. If we believe that God is indeed breathing within nature, within the wind, within other people, and within the laws of science...then it shouldn't matter how many things get discarded along the way. We should be standing firm within the fact that we are part of this larger, inter-connected masterpiece. We should act as if we are all touching, all sharing...me and the trees, me and the wind, me and the energy everywhere. I'm not trying to be all-wholistic and trippy, I'm merely expressing the thought that maybe it's just not always about "me".
In her book she talks about a certain native tribe called the Wintu. These people identify themselves completely within their surroundings. For instance, if they are standing facing North, then they have a West hand (left) and an East hand (right). But if they turn to face East....then they now have a North hand (left) and a South hand (right). These people see themselves in relation to their world, they identify themselves by first identifying their world.
Do we live that way? At all? Even just a little? I wonder.
Finally, a quote from one of her essay's in the book.

"Imagine yourself streaming through time shedding gloves, umbrellas, wrenches, books, friends, homes, names. This is what the view looks like if you take a rear-facing seat on the train. Looking forward you constantly acquire moments of arrival, moments of realization, moments of discovery."



(photo by Sabrina Ward Harrison)

friends

I am thankful for friends.
Sometimes I feel so disoriented, like I'm living the same redundant life, stuck in a wave pool, going nowhere. And sometimes...I just don't feel like sitting back to enjoy the ride.
Sometimes, I forget how special certain people are.
Thank you Friends, all of you!
You make the seasons carry meaning. You remind me that I'm not alone. You remind me of who I am. You remind me that the ride is worth it.

thoughts and wonders

I've had a few things on my mind lately.
A. W. Tozer said, "What comes to our mind when we think about Christ is the most important thing about us". Stop for a minute, think about that for a minute.
What are the acceptable thoughts?
Are there unacceptable thoughts?
And more importantly, why is it so important what my thoughts are?
When I wake up in the morning my thoughts are...."uh....shower?"
When I call home to my parent's my thoughts are...."what's cooking?"
When I start my work day my thoughts are probably..."yumm, this coffee tastes good! or hmmm, who emailed me today?"
I suppose these first thoughts describe a little bit of who I am, but are they vitally important to my identity? Maybe. But why are my thoughts about God so.....so much more significant?

Let me interrupt here to say that I don't have an answer to this quite yet so don't expect some profound ending to this blog post:)

When I'm angry with God, it's hard for me to accept the fact that those are "bad" thoughts. Nor do I believe that this mars my soul. Anger is an honest emotional reaction isn't it?
When I'm confused about God, I believe that's okay too.
I suppose I'd like to say that ANY and ALL thoughts about God are important because they are thoughts extending beyond yourself and reaching towards a bigger picture.
I was twisting the question around and asking myself a different question: "What would I want my first thoughts to look like?" Gosh, I'm not sure I have an answer. No matter how long I toss the question around, I come back to this simple rule.......I HAVE TO BE HONEST!

I wonder if maybe these thoughts ABOUT God are actually directly connected to the way that we view God. And if this is the case, then my irritated thoughts are only reflecting a faulty perspective. Am I wrong to own this faulty perspective? Or should I rather disown it immediately and adopt a better view? But how can I do that if I don't understand?

What if Mr. Tozer is not suggesting that any of these thoughts are necessarily "good" or "bad" but rather a straight honest reflection of the soul, and identifying them is the first step towards connecting with God on whatever level we are able?
What if God actually takes joy in the fact that I'm sticking out my tongue at him...just because I'm being bold enough to rebel?
What if my insecure thoughts about faith and truth are actually treasured in God's eyes because I'm trying to find something solid and lasting?

I'm curious to know what other people think, and very curious to hear answers from people who would disagree with A. W. Tozer.

previous post fixed

I just now realized that the blurb about Sergei Bulgakov didn't print out entirely so I just wanted to mention that it's fixed and it's a good statement about grace.
(just a few days back on the blogger)

look what i did!!!

What started out as this...

...soon became THIS!!!





















2 weeks of painting and sanding, painting and sanding, painting and sanding.

Is it okay to be proud of myself?

from the heart of SERGEI BULGAKOV

Last night I was reading through a collection of autobiographies and I paused with captivation on some words from Sergei Bulgakov (1871-1944)
I've highlighted some of his statements that stick with my heart, and remind me of places I've been and the prickles that I've felt. I think these few paragraphs depict true and fervent honesty on the human end, and the richness of grace from the Divine. Please read through it, I know it's long, but it's really beautiful.

"In early adolescence, during my first or second year at the Seminary, I went through a religious crisis--painful but not tragic--which ended in my losing religious faith for many, many years. From the age of fourteen to about thirty the prodigal son withdrew into a far country to the sorrow and dismay of many, principally of his parents. I had a great deal to lose, and I gave it up with seeming ease, without any struggle (though in my godlessness I did think of suicide)...

In losing religious faith I naturally and, as it were, automatically adopted the revolutionary mood then prevalent among the intelligentsia. Without belonging to any particular party, I was bitterly opposed to the monarchism which was dominant in our clerical circles. In short, at that period in my life I went through the same experience as my predecessors in the Seminaries. I fell victim to a gloomy revolutionary nihilism, though in my case it was always combined with a love of art and literature which saved me. The general atmosphere of the theological schools, based on tradition and compulsion, was impotent to combat this nihilism and grew more and more unendurable to a proud and independent boy who genuinely loved truth and freedom.

How did I come to lose my faith? I lost it without noticing it myself. It occurred as something self-evident and unavoidable when the poetry of my childhood was squeezed out of my life by the prose of seminary education. As soon as I experienced my first doubts, and my critical faculty was early awakened, I realized that I could not be satisfied with the apologetics of the text-books. Instead of helping me, they further undermined my faith. My seminary education constantly raised before me many religious problems, but I was unable to cope with them, and the instructions given to me by my teachers only confused my mind. This conflict was further aggravated by compulsory attendance at the long services. Orthodox piety only irritated me, for its mystical side had ceased to exist.

I was twenty-four years old. For a decade I had lived without faith and after early stormy doubts, a religious emptiness reigned in my soul. One evening we were driving across the southern steppes of Russia, and the strong-scented spring grass was gilded by the rays of a glorious sunset. Far in the distance I saw the blue outlines of the Caucasus. This was my first sight of the mountains. I looked with ecstatic delight at their rising slopes. I drank in the light and the air of the steppes. I listened to the revelation of nature. My soul was accustomed to the dull pain of seeing nature as a lifeless desert and of treating its surface beauty as a deceptive mask. Yet, contrary to my intellectual convictions, I could not be reconciled to nature without God.

Suddenly, in that evening hour my soul was joyfully stirred. I started to wonder what would happen if the cosmos were not a desert and its beauty not a mask or deception--if nature were not death, but life! If he existed, the merciful and loving Father, if nature was the vesture of his love and glory, and if the pious feelings of my childhood, when I used to live in his presence, when I loved him and trembled because I was weak, were true, then the tears and inspiration of my adolescence, the sweetness of my prayers, my innocence and all those emotions which I had rejected and trodden down would be vindicated, and my present outlook with its emptiness and deadness would appear nothing more than blindness and lies, and what a transformation it would bring me!

(My readings were drawn from the book Pilgrim Souls edited by Amy Mandelker and Elizabeth Powers. It's a great collection of spiritual autobiographies from biblical writers to philosophical scholars. )

cat food

This is semi-embarrassing.

Last night I went to buy cat food for my darling pet. I'm trying to take care in buying him good food since he's getting older and I want him to live a long LONG time!

So I found this great natural food by a brand called Wellness. I was so impressed! Instead of putting a bunch of crap in their food they use human-grade deboned chicken, berries, vegetables, grains, and fish oil. This food has a 5-paw rating!!!

I paid a little extra for the food but I was happy to know that my precious pal would be eating healthy.

....so I finished up at Pet World, drove down the street and ate a delicious McDonalds Happy Meal. Yum!!! (so....what's wrong with this story?)

going crazy

Sometimes, all I can do is smile...because as Maxine so wisely suggests...

Lord, give me the grace and patience to work with frustrating people!

wicked is good

Sorry, I've been slow in posting lately, and I left you with some sad and yet intriguing musical lyrics by Mindy Smith.

So where have I been? Well in the midst of some highly involved home projects, some extra hours of work, milwaukee's summertime festivals, transitions here at the firm, and creating a myspace account (I know...I was shamed into it)...I have had my nose stuck in this fantastic book that I'm going to recommend to you.
I just finished it today. You should most definately read it!

I promise post some thoughts again soon...maybe some of them will be results of this book and my ponderings about the nature of evil, the soul, or what is "good".

currently listening to...

MINDY SMITH
Raggedy Ann

These hand me downs I am wearing
Are worn at the knees, color faded.
All the little children are laughing.
I'm trying to find a reason to keep from cryin'.

I'm just a little girl,I'm Rageddy Ann
Making Believe I'm happy,
Rageddy Ann, Falling apart at the seams.

The tears that I covered with patches
Red and yellow paterns left in old matches.
Where I have them sewn with black stiches
are made exposed to be soiled and tattered.

I'm just a little girl I'm Rageddy Ann
Making believe I'm happy.
Rageddy Ann, Falling apart at the seams...

So when did I get so broken? I wouldn't notice...
Everything just breaks away from me.
When did I get so broken? I wouldn't notice...
Everything important leaving me.

Falling apart at the seams.

All the busy people keep walking away
Cause they can't see me...anything...
Everyday it gets a little harder to believe in magic and people.

I'm just a little girl I'm Rageddy Ann
Making believe I'm happy, yeah...Rageddy Ann,
Falling apart at the seams.

feelings for today

I feel disoriented. If I were a color I would be a burnt color, like the color of the back of my eyelids when I close my eyes and face the sun. And that's how I feel...like I am facing the sun with my eyes closed. I don't want to move any more. I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to breathe and let myself be bathed in warmth. I have this desire to be wrapped up tight, to be secure, to know that I'm doing okay, that my life is okay, that my dreams are okay. I want someone to tell me what to do, and then to take my hand and walk with me...just walk with me in the sunshine.

all grown up, almost

THIS is depressing!
(left to right: Karina Scott, me, Stacey, Caitlin Bogue)
This picture was taken a few weeks ago at Nick's graduation party.
These are the children that Stacey and I used to babysit! I changed their diapers! I remember when they were born! And NOW LOOK WHO'S THE SHORTEST PERSON IN THAT PICTURE?
I suppose this should make me feel like a proud parent or something. I should be proud that they have grown up into such special young ladies! But I have to grumble at least a little since I feel like maybe I'm shrinking or something.
...hey wait, Stacey, are you shorter than me?

picture in the bean

Okay, okay, I know I'm going through a posting frenzy. It has been a while since I've been able to work on my Blog so I had a backlog of stuff to put up here. AND it was a holiday weekend so I did 4 days worth of fun things.

This picture was taken at Millenium Park in Chicago. We were looking into the bean mirror thingy. Cool effect huh?

over the rhine

I saw Over The Rhine last night at Summerfest. They were wonderful, just as wonderful as they always are. Their newest Album "Drunkard's Prayer" has some quite meaningful poetry within it. I love the lyrics of their song "Born".

BORN
Over The Rhine

I was born to laugh
I learned to laugh through my tears
I was born to love
I'm gonna learn to love without fear

Pour me a glass of wine
Talk deep into the night
Who knows what we'll find

Intuition, deja vu
The Holy Ghost haunting you
Whatever you gotI don't mind

Put your elbows on the table
I'll listen long as I am able
There's nowhere I'd rather be

Secret fears, the supernatural
Thank God for this new laughter
Thank God the joke's on me

We've seen the landfill rainbow
We've seen the junkyard of love
Baby it's no place for you and me

I was born to laugh
I learned to laugh through my tears
I was born to love
I'm gonna learn to love without fear

danger

When we were at the Taste of Chicago we watched a hip-hop dance and tumbling team do some street entertainment. WOW, we came back and watched the show a second time!
One of my favorite laughs was when they said,
"When the beat drops--everybody clap--rhythm or no rhythm
...so white people, pay close attention to the black person standing next to you!"



And last night at Summerfest, I stopped to watch some BMX stunt bikers. Sorry, the pictures are blurry and dark. If you look closely at the bottom picture, the guy has both feet in the air and is holding on to his handlebars.


In the words of the street dancing tumbling team....
"KIDS....DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME
..............TRY IT AT SCHOOL
....BECAUSE WHEN YOU GET HURT, YOUR PARENTS CAN SUE, AND THEY'LL MAKE A LOT OF MONEY!!"

taste of chicago and too much food

This past Sunday we went to the Taste of Chicago. As predicted, there were oodles and piles of people doing what Amercian's do best...celebrating FOOD!!!!
I celebrated with a mango rice pudding with dried cranberries on top, a chocolate covered frozen banana on a stick, some Asian pot-stickers, toasted ravioli, bruchetta, and whatever other samples I stole from Mom and Nick.
Nick and Ashley. Nick was on his second helping of bruchetta, and Ashley was eating something that had....cheese perhaps?
Can you see the lack of focus in people's faces? It's like they harbor hate against anyone who gets between them and their next helping of food!!!


The first 3 pictures are my own pictures, but being only 5'2 I have a limited view of things...a situation of which my brother is constantly reminding me. I stole this last picture to illustrate my statement about the "oodles and piles of people".

superman's view

Okay, time for a little bit of "Film and Theology".

This weekend I went to the Drive-In with my family and watched Superman Returns.
The movie was okay, nothing great. I think there were too many loose ends.
There was one part however, that made me stop and think...and yes, being the "GIRL" that I am I think there were like 4 tears in my eyes.

Lois Lane, out of anger/misunderstanding of Superman gets angry for him leaving and writes a prize-winning article titled "Why the World Doesn't Need Superman". However, when Superman takes Lois on another romantic flight through the sky he shows her the fantastic view overlooking the whole world. And he tells her that all he can hear are voices upon voices screaming for his help.

I couldn't help but think about how many articles I've written in my mind that have titles like "Why I Am Better Off Without God", or "Why God Deserves Our Rebellion", or "Why I Just Don't Care".... But the truth is, I've never stopped to think about God's view of things. I am so quick to give up because I don't understand, but I DO need God, I DO need to care, and I know that God is able to fix me. And if God wore spandex...I might have to re-think things:)