Jay and Sara seem to have had some costume changes... 

Roberta and Lewis -- ah Christian Thought memories 

Parker, the President, WandaKitty, and me 

A cute little ladybug, Homeland Security, a trucker guy named Greg, Groucho, and the Devil's Advocate heading out to the Cotton Winn -- Hirsch house 

I was a ladybug. I burned the crap out of my fingertip making my antenae headband, and Dana had to pin the spots to my shirt for me. Lane was the Angel of the Morning, you know like the song. Fun times. 

20 pages

I realized at 2:30 today that I had written
20 pages in the previous 24 hours.
And I slept 4 hours last night.
So that's a pretty good awake hours to pages ratio.
1:1

I bet that they are high quality pages, too.

10:06

I have a lot left to write.
Sleep, my old friend, we shall have to reschedule our date for tonight.

Plodding Along

I'm making progress, though it's slow going.

I want some pizza.

I have a blog post forming in my head about this song line
(from "Grace" by Rebecca Loebe):
"we told each other secrets
the way that strangers sometimes do"


Bah. Back to work.
Bah, I say.

"a room full of changes, strangers, illusion, confusion.
I speak from my heart but I'm not really sure if it's true..."
~ Indigo Girls from "Lay My Head Down"

Oh, Holy Nite!

So, carving pumpkins is fun,
but it requires a great deal of clean up.
As does making chili, grilled cheese sandwiches, and cookies.

In other news,
I have done one question on my Ethics midterm.
It is possible that I have 2.5 points (out of 100) already.
I am 1/40 of the way done with the exam.
Awesome.

I have a meeting all morning tomorrow
and more meetings all Tuesday morning.
I am determined to get several more of the short answer questions done before I leave my office, though campus security might come kick me out soon.
Off to work some more!

45 minutes

is not enough sleep.

Now you know.
You heard it here first.

Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

It's 11:13.
I have had a mostly productive day
(read several sermons, bought the book and read half the assignment for ethics and went to class and wrote the tiny paper and went to colloquy, ate Korean cultural dinner, talked about the Holy Spirit and real life with Dana)
yet I have very little written for my midterm
due at 9:30am.

It's muggy in my house.
Stupid chiller/boiler switch.

I made cookies.
First, I dragged Daniel to the store to buy dough.
Then, I tackled him.
I felt compelled.

Okay,
working...

Quotes

Dana reminded me that I love these quotes.


"You will find poetry no where unless you bring some of it with you."
-- Joseph Joubert

"Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing."
-- Clive James

Ugh

I hate midterms.
I have
a take-home for Theology of Wesley due tomorrow (up to 12 pages),
another take-home for Ethics due Tuesday (only Jesus knows how many pages that will be),
and a 5 page paper for Non-Profit Leadership due Tuesday.

Lots of posts this weekend, probably...
Perhaps a few today.

BurnBall

Dana and Jay are playing a game in the living room.
It involves a mini beach ball that came in some junkmail from Mazda, various racquets, and two friends flailing about the room.

Points are called "burns,"
and acquiring "quadruple burn" (4 consecutive points) wins the set.
You have to call "burn," "double burn," "triple burn," "quadruple burn" for the point to count.
The ball can be bounced off any object in the room, including walls and ceiling, but hitting a painting is puts the ball out of play.
Breaking something is an "anti-burn" which results in automatic loss of the set (or game, depending on what broke).
An out of bounds or otherwise out of play ball is a "non-burn."
A player can use their hand to hit the ball, but not on their first hit of the play.
The ball must be hit up or straight, not down.
There is a no-person's-land in the middle, over which players must hit the ball, like a net but much larger. Balls that stop in that area are non-burn.
Each player only gets one time out per game.
Each whole game has three sets, like tennis.
Also, you can't win on a contested ball.

Here are quotes from the game thus far:
"That's a burnless match!"
"Hey, I was scared of Beth's face."
"Ooooh, that's the best play in Burnball history! You wiped out my triple burn!"
"Wooh, I'm going to have to get some burn pants."
"Yeah, when do we get to start grunting? Unh!"
"This table might become the bane of my Burn existence."
"I broke your burn."
"You know three burns is a turkey. It's part bowling."
"That was like an accidental burn." "It was like a first degree."
"This set is taking too long. We're getting tired." "Or we're getting really good."
"Burn, burn, burn! It's like you're in a lake of fire."
"That was a baby burn. You have to have two baby burns to equal an adult burn." "It was a burn bunt!"
"Burn off your face!"
"You're robbing me of my burns!"
"No, you don't play nasty. That's the number one rule of burnball."
"Style burn!"
"We don't take water breaks! That's why it's called burnball."
"No! You already had your one count contestation!"

The game has its roots (15 minutes before I started writing this post, which is now over an hour ago) in Jay hitting the ball with the racquet to Dana and me; we in turn would hit the ball back with the palms of our open hands.

Yipes! What the...?

Today, I was running to class
literally
and I felt a pinch on my right foot.
Somehow
a yellow jacket GOT IN MY SHOE.
(Becca, this is not what I meant.)

So, basically,
a bee stung me on the top of my foot.
It hurts.

I love those things...

I'm reading an article for class and it is:
feminist
about love
short

Now, I must go write a paper about it!

Just so you know

I can still do cartwheels.

My office is large enough to do cartwheels.

I just did two.


I am slowly progressing, but this exegesis may never end!
Time for some music,
and, evidently,
cartwheels in my office.

Guide Me into an Unclenched Moment

Gentle me,
Holy One,
into an unclenched moment,
a deep breath,
a letting go,
of heavy expectancies,
of shriveling anxieties,
of dead certainties,
that, softened by the silence,
surrounded by the light,
and open to the mystery,
I may be found by wholeness,
upheld by the unfathomable,
entranced by the simple,
and filled with the joy
that is you.


~Ted Loder, Guerrillas of Grace

The Indigo Girls Concert Thursday night

The Indigo Girls.

my girls dancing, or something... they had a really good time 

Candler group shot at concert 

Lane with a cone on her head. She is a silly lady.

Autumn

The leaves are
Donning new gowns of red and orange
Making their olympic high dives
Swirling around my head

Sometimes
on sunny days
I like to walk with my eyes closed
peeking quickly every five or six steps
to avoid a concussion

Just now
wind danced
sun shone
leaves fell
and I remembered
to look
when I crossed the street

Here are some things that are true

It's the morningtime.
I get to have lunch with Joy today.
My shoes finally arrived at REI, and I hope they are as awesome as they sound -- trailrunning MaryJanes.
I'm going to see the Indigo Girls tonight!
My Twins are not making the most of their home field advantage in the playoffs.
Fritz Hun-do is not dead. He just likes to be still.
Dave Scott's blogs about substituting make my day.
I have a lot of reading and writing to do.
There is an ivy wall outside my living room window, and it makes me feel like I'm in one of my favorite childhood books, The Secret Garden.
I preached a tiny little sermon yesterday about Zacchaeus.
I must go take a shower now.

I hate homework

I don't want to do it.
So I haven't.
Alas, it's for a grade.
In fact, it's still the paper from yesterday.

Today was busy.
Good, though.

Al Gore freaked me out.
Looks like we're doomed.
I have to switch my lightbulbs.

Awesome

I'm just sitting, staring at a pile of papers
hoping that one of them will suddenly clue me in
about how to write this paper.
How do I evaluate an agency that I have only visited when it was closed?

In other news,
I have been quite productive today.
I wrote a (perhaps terrible) sermon,
dropped off two pairs of jeans and one pair dress pants to be altered,
bought a winter coat and a cute brown blazer,
lined up a program for Wednesday Wesley,
and provided the Candler Singers with copy machine access.

If only I could add
"finished my second academic endeavor of the day"
to that list.

Alas.
I'm going to dinner with Anjie.
I love dinner.

Going to the Playoffs

My Twins clinched their Division.
Joe Mauer ended the regular season with a .346 batting average, beating Derek Jeter for the batting title. Also, Mauer is the first AL catcher to win that title. Ever.

I love baseball.

I just bought some shirts on mlb.com.