Sunday, 10 February 2008

• Currently Reading Les Misérables (Signet Classics) By Victor Hugo see related

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  ::of thrills and the great outdoors::

  mom and i discovered with horror the other day that for the last several weeks neither of us had set foot out of the house more than about twice a week (and then only to drive to church or town). no wonder we were starting to feel looney and act kind of grinch-ish!  needless to say, we both decided that this is it...we’re both gonna start to get out more, beginning immediately. we left the baby and supper making to the guys and walked on the lake for about half an hour. it was awesome! then yesterday i took the snow machine and my little brothers out onto the lake. flying across miles of untouched snow and ice, all alone, completely opening the machine up, knowing that there are hundreds of feet of water somewhere beneath you, going just a wee bit faster than what feels absolutely safe......yeah, I guess it’s what you could call a bit of a rush.  and then.....we ran out of gas because *ahem* a particular individual didn’t make sure that it was full before we left. suddenly the thrill was over and jonathan and i had to trot home just as fast as we possibly could to get dad. umm, did i mention we were out in the middle of the lake? we were both totally exhausted and soaked to the knees...and i decided that never again was i going to go out onto the lake without making sure that there was plenty of gas in the machine. end of story. 

  ::of angel babies and disastrous hair cuts::

  the munchkin’s hair had finally gotten so long that it was appalling and we all decided it was definitely time to give him a hair cut. so...one day just before a bath i held him just right so as to give dad a nice angle, mom squeezed a rubber ducky right in front of his nose so as to make him cross-eyed and stop wiggling, and dad took the scissors to his hair so as to make him look a bit more like a little boy and a bit less like a hippie. mom and i both thought it was cute and brought him up to show the boys. jonathan took one look and said, “who does he remind me of? his haircut makes him look way different.” suddenly the lights came on and he informed us that he looks just like Moe on The Three Stooges. we looked, confirmed the fact, and were horrified. andrew and jonathan thought it was awesome and jon tried to comfort us by saying, “at least he doesn’t look like Curly.” thanks jon, that makes me feel so much better. i’m trying to decide if i should keep him in seclusion for the next three months until it grows out, wear a hat on him every time we leave the house, or just cross my fingers and hope nobody thinks about it.  any suggestions?

  ::of studies and bad days::

  i don't think any of you want to know what my desk looks like most of the time these days. i’m doing IBLP’s Telos program as a final wrap up of my formal high school education and while i enjoy the challenge i’ve had a few days already that looked huge and insurmountable. monday was one of those days ....i knew i had a lot to accomplish before the day was over but my computer continued to freeze and then mysteriously swallow my most recently completed assignments. by the fourth time i was ready to shriek and throw it out the window...i wisely refrained. at girl’s club that night while frying bannock hot dogs I got three of my fingertips immersed into boiling hot oil. i jerked them out and thought, “duh, i’m gonna need those fingers to finish my assignments!!” i worked until 2:00 that night, finishing my allotted projects for monday and trying to be as gentle as possible on my poor singed fingers. all things considered, the day was okay...just not the best day I’ve had.

  ::of music that captures feelings and aspirations becoming reality::

  people, i love music! recently I’ve been listening to a wide variety of music, such as classical, a cappella, contemporary christian, choir arrangements, and instrumental hymns....just to mention a few. i’ve been amazed once again at how music can so profoundly capture thoughts and feelings regardless of what “type” it is. i don’t think i realized how much i sing to myself while i’m working until we cared for two little girls for a few days and it seemed like they were continually asking me why I was singing. umm...i don’t know, i guess cause i felt like it. goodness, what would i be without music? and i’m actually getting to accomplish one of the things on my “to do someday” list!..i’m reading the complete, unabridged Les Miserables written by Victor Hugo. this gentleman got paid per word to write this book, so it goes without saying that it’s a tremendously long and wordy book. i would definitely recommend it to anybody that likes old classics though, it‘s extremely well written! i would also recommend making a "to do someday" list...they're cool.  

   ::and now i'm done...happy february! (or something) ::

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