i need friends to go to games with

stupid vampires

they sucked so much blood today that i fainted

what's a girl to do?

last night i was at church (which was my church, but not, cuz it was a warehouse-type deal with chairs set up kind of coffee shop-type style) for some kind of get-together deal. i was innocently sitting on a couch, with my dad in a folding chair on my left, when christopher plummer joined me (and my dad subtley left). we started talking, and naturally he was very charming. my mind started thinking all sorts of things at once. "christopher plummer is hitting on...no, christopher plummer would never 'hit on' a girl...christopher plummer is pursuing me! oh, but heavens, he's old," for this was not dashing "sound of music" christopher plummer, this was distinguished 70 year old christopher plummer. "this is so wrong. but it's christopher plummer! but he's 70! no, no, no! ohmigosh, i just crossed my legs toward him. and that wasn't accidental. i just crossed my legs toward him with the intent of conveying to him that i want him to continue pursuing me. because i want him to. but i should be discouraging him! he's so old! but he's christopher plummer! oh no. oh my."

how much longer?

the residents make me laugh sometimes. they are so anxious to go into the dining room for their meals. like we're not going to feed them or something if they don't get in there right away. we constantly have them lined up at the door, waiting for it to open. 'how much longer?' 'is it time to go in yet?' 'can we eat now?'
so today, genevieve asked me how long it would be until i opened the door. 'it'll be eight minutes.'
'oh, that's not so long. that's just five minutes and then three more.'

True Love

Knowing that GOD's heart is breaking over us, knowing how much HE loves us and all HE's done for us, knowing HE's the LOVER of our souls, knowing there's nothing and no one in the world like HIM, knowing what a blessing it is to love HIM in return, how can we treat HIM so callously? How can we not love HIM with all of our hearts? How can we not put HIM before everything else?

dear nick blackburn,

my mom thinks you should be an underwear model.

love,
melilot

i like having the windows open when it's nice out (most of the time)

i was happy to have my dad take my storm windows out. it's so nice to get fresh air. i like sleeping with the windows open, and falling asleep to the sound of the freeway is one of my favorite things (non-city folk might not get that, but then, crickets would drive me nuts, so there we go).
however...i then woke up to the sound of the rainforest. stupid birds. what a horrible way to wake up.

Happy Late Birthday, Joe!

(sorry, i wasn't on here yesterday. i did think of you, though.)

i understand how she feels

I just finished "The Girls," by Lori Lansens, a novel about a set of conjoined twins. It was good, but not necessarily anything to write home about. I did like one thing that one of the sisters said, though, talking about her favorite books:
"I feel, holding the books, accomodating their weight and breathing their dust, an abiding love. I trust them, in a way that I can't trust my computer, though I couldn't do without it. Books are matter. My books matter. What would I have done through these years without the Leaford Library and all its lovely books?"

it's weird to see that mark is online when i am

HAPPY EASTER!

Melilot Classic: January 09, 2008

update as to why i babysit at slip aunt's

last night i had a really easy group: my 13 year old cousin (who amused herself), baby zoe (6 months - who is a very good baby usually, but was having a kind of tough night, but not tough enough to drive a person insane), 10 month old baby girl (who is such a good baby - if i ever get stuck having one, i hope he's like her; good and quiet and calm), and that baby's 7 year old brother jamar (who is a very good kid).
anyway, so jamar and i were sitting there playing play-do (which was very fun - i never get to do things like that at slip aunt's cuz it's always too hectic to actually do anything with the kids), when he said something about Christmas.

jamar: ...at Christmas, that's when JESUS was born.
me: yep.
jamar: and then at Easter, that's when JESUS was bo...no, that's when JESUS was...uh...
me: well, Good Friday is when JESUS died, and then Eas-
jamar [interrupting me all excited-like]: that was when HE was alive again! and then HE went to Heaven. and that's why we can be alive, because JESUS went to Heaven cuz HE died and was alive again and so we can go to Heaven!

i wish official people would do this more often

there were no alcohol sales at the toronto blue jays game on tuesday. the stadium's liquor license was pulled for the night, due to the unruliness of the drunks the night before. good job, alcohol and gaming commission of ontario!

this basement is absolutely freezing!!!

finally!

2 hours and 8 minutes til my first game of the season!!!

good job kicking bum last night, boys!

Bottom of the 9th
Down 2 runs
Two outs
Down to our last strike
And they walk Gomez
And they walk Kubel
And they walk Buscher
And Denard hits a single to get Go-Go home
And Casilla hits a single to get two more home
And we win! Woo-hoo!

Never doubt the greatness of our little guys.

2 hours 51 minutes til my boys are back!!!

actually, they're back right now - 2 hours 51 minutes til first pitch!!! :D

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4-gsdLSSQ0

1 day til my boys are back!!! (that's tomorrow!)

The Purpose of Life (sorry, it's long)

J.R.R. Tolkien once received a letter asking him what the purpose of life is. Part of his reply was:

'What does the question really mean?... It might mean: How ought I to try and use the life-span allowed to me? OR: What purpose/design do living things serve by being alive? The first question, however, will find an answer (if any) only after the second has been considered.
'I think that questions about 'purpose' are only really useful when they refer to the concious purposes or objects of human beings, or to the use of things they design and make. As for 'other things' their value resides in themselves: they ARE, they would exist even if we did not. But since we do exist one of their functions is to be contemplated by us...it presents shape and organization: a 'pattern' recognizable (with variation) in its kin and offspring; and that is deeply interesting, because these things are 'other' and we did not make them, and they seem to proceed from a fountain of invention incalculably richer than our own.
'Human curiousity soon asks the question HOW: in what way did this come to be? And since recognizable 'pattern' suggests design, may proceed to ask WHY? But WHY in this sense, implying reasons and motives, can only refer to a MIND. Only a Mind can have purposes in any way or degree akin to human purposes... [Which] intoduces the Question: Is there a God, a Creator-Designer, a Mind to which our minds are akin (being derived from it) so that It is intelligible to us in part. With that we come to religion and the moral ideas that proceed from it...
'So morals should be a guide to our human purposes, the conduct of our lives: (a) the ways in which our individual talents can be developed without waste or misuse; and (b) without injuring our kindred or interfering with their development. (Beyond this and higher lies self-sacrifice for love.)
'...To the larger [question] there is no answer, because that requires a complete knowledge of God, which is unattainable. If we ask why God included us in his Design, we can really say no more than because He Did...
'Those who believe in a personal God, Creator, do not think the Universe is in itself worshipful, though devoted study of it may be one of the ways of honouring Him. And while as living creatures we are (in part) within it and part of it, our ideas of God and ways of expressing them will be largely derived from contemplating the world about us. (Though there is also revelation both addressed to all men and to particular persons.)
'So it may be said that the chief purpose of life, for any one of us, is to increase according to our capacity our knowledge of God by all the means we have, and to be moved by it to praise and thanks. To do as we say in the Gloria in Excelsis:...We praise you, we call you holy, we worship you, we proclaim your glory, we thank you for the greatness of your splendour.
'And in moments of exaltation, we may call on all created things to join in our chorus, speaking on their behalf, as is done in Psalm 148, and in The Song of the Three Children in Daniel II. PRAISE THE LORD...all mountains and hills, all orchards and forests, all things that creep and birds on the wing.
'This is much too long, and also much to short - on such a question.' - from 'To Camilla Unwin' from "The Letters of J.R.R. Tolkien" (emphasis added)

2 days til my boys are back!!!

sorry that this is all that's here. work's been really boring lately. oh, except mr. annoying hitting on me again today (and on my boss on wednesday). seriously dude - go away!

3 days til my boys are back!!!