dear melilot,

reading posts from may 2007 is not the same as going to bed. just so you know.
love,
melilot

not good-looking maintenance guy

today, women in the kitchen at work started swooning. why? because of good-looking painter guy. however, he is not good-looking. i couldn't join them in their swooning, because seriously, he's not all that. he's not bad looking, and he's a heck of a lot better than scary painter guy, but why they got all a-flutter, i just don't know. he kind of looks like owen wilson.

warning of the day

saran wrap cutter things are very sharp. they may draw blood.
that is all.

Six more days!!!

One week from today!!!

(sorry guys who aren't on here currently. my internet is being dumb and isn't loading anymore. i'll get you on here soon.)

unfair story of the day

my uncle's cousin is swedish (as in actually lives in sweden). he's a fairly hoity-toity person who has something to do with the opera. well, he was at a hoity-toity restaurant recently, and it was very crowded. the maitre-d asked him if he would mind sharing his table with a couple who had just arrived. it was fine with him, so the maitre-d brought the couple over. yeah, it was crown princess victoria and her fiance. crown princess victoria and her fiance!

oh wait. it gets better.

they had a nice time together, and now, now, my uncle's cousin is invited to the wedding! and not just some reception that the princess and her groom will make an appearance at. the actual royal wedding. uh!

sdbgf - pt. 3

so i talked to his sister today. she was very not scary, and bubbly, and she led the conversation, so there weren't any awkward pauses or anything. apparently she's more of a phone person than an email person, and since she didn't know when i had last seen her brother, she thought phone would be easier.
apparently he's doing just fine. he's living in nowhere, iowa, a boring old bachelor who spends weekends at his parents'. he has no hope of finding a girlfriend (according to his loving sister), because he's so clueless, but he's happy how he is. he's saving up to buy some land and build a house, which is something he talked about way back in college, and is going for his surveyor's license.
and that more or less sums it up. doesn't remotely explain why he vanished, but it's nice to know he's doing well. i had to laugh, though. she kept talking about how he's not a phone person, so he never calls anybody. yeah, when he and i used to talk on the phone, i had to be sure i had at least 2 hours set aside so we could chat. i didn't tell her that, though. i didn't want to rat him out to a sister who is sure to tell his mother that he used to talk to this one girl for hours on end. you know, the sister who, when we were hanging up said, 'so is brandybuck your married name? or your maiden name? or...?' yes, dear, i know exactly what you were doing. :) i'm single.
so now she's going to tell him we talked, and give him my email address and telephone number (both of which he should have, the dork-butt), and who knows. he might contact me, he might not. at least i kind of feel like there's some sort of closure now. he's doing well, and that's what matters.

Happy Birthday, my Cuddyer!

good golly, you're cute.

sdbgf - pt.2

okay, now i know how i feel about this! ah! she messaged me back right away with her phone number, telling me to call her and she'd fill me in. call her?! yeah, the right emotion word for this would be 'panic!' what am i supposed to say?! i'm sure she's a nice person, but i don't know her, and ohmigoodness. and why didn't she take the time to tell him that i asked about him and then let him decide if he wanted to contact me or tell her what to tell me. i was thinking i'd either get his email address or a quick paragraph summation of what he's up to. call her?! i can barely call my friends without hyperventilating! i spose i only have myself to blame, since i was the one who contacted her, but this so is not what i expected. and it totally doesn't sound promising if she has to fill me in over the phone. yes, she said he 'is' her bro, so he's not dead, but is it really bad enough that she can't tell me in an email? is he now a quadrapelegic or something? in the looney-bin? what? oh heavens.
i totally blame plaid. if he had just stayed in touch with sdbgf, i would know already.

sdbgf

i just sent his sister (whom i've never met) a message on facebook asking what he's up to. not quite sure how i feel about that.

sleep is my friend

i should spend more time with it

change of tone

tonight i got an email from the danish indian gypsy. her grandfather in denmark is very ill, and she was asking for prayer for him. she's not a Christian, and this is the first time in the 16 years that i've known her that she's asked me to pray about something. granted i don't want her farfar to be sick, but i was so touched that she would ask. so if you get a chance, please pray not only for her farfar and for her family, as it's hard to be so far away at a time like this, but also that this would be the start of something bigger for her.

(and by a way didder, i'm trying not to cry while i type this. sixteen years. i want her to love JESUS.)

plus also some more

since i now have to leave, my internet is working well for the first time in a week or so. figures.

plus also

i don't want to go back to work right now. doubles are no fun.

stupid fair-weather(?) fans

in the dome, i could get to a game whenever i wanted - last minute, whatever, i could get there. now suddenly, since we have a new stadium, people who haven't even cared enough to go to a game in the last 3 years are turning every game into a sell-out. don't get me wrong, i'm glad we'll have more cheerers, but for heaven's sake - what about this real fan?!

kiss my grass, mpls wi-fi

Mauer Monday

KOOL 108 declared today Mauer Monday, so here you go:"Maybe there’s never been a city and a ballplayer more suited for each other than Minneapolis-St. Paul and Joe Mauer, except that would be two cities and a ballplayer, presumably because one town alone couldn’t hold all that love." - Yahoo Sports (http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/news?slug=ti-mauersigns032110&prov=yhoo&type=lgns)

JOE!!!!!!!

he's ours, baby!

The root of the problem

At work, we send two carts-worth of trays to an upstairs dining room, which the nursing aides then serve to the residents. Today, for some reason or other, they decided to call downstairs and complain that the trays are put in the wrong order. They've been in the same order for who knows how long, and for heaven's sake, if you open one cart and don't find the ones you want, open the other one, and that's where they'll be. We got calls about it both at breakfast and at lunch. When the first call came it annoyed me, when the second call came, it irritated me. The more I thought about it, the more irritated I got at these people who are too stupid to figure it out. (Of course it doesn't help that it's a well-known fact that our kitchen and nursing staffs don't get along.)
And then I started to explain to Karol why it bothered me so much: they couldn't take the initiative to look in the other cart, the fact that it's never been an issue and now we got two calls in one day, and probably mostly that I don't like their tone of voice when they tell me about it (I answered both calls).
Then I started thinking. Why does their tone of voice bother me so much? Because they're talking to me like they're so superior to me (which they usually do - after all it's the nurses who call down, and they're nurses and I'm just a kitchen worker), and they're defintely not. Match any one of them with me in an intelligence test, and I guarantee I'll beat them. It's so hard to be spoken down to by someone you know is your intellecutal inferior.
So then I thought again, and basically, it's pride. I'm irritated at them because I'm sinning. And then, using A.J. Jacobs' formula for dealing with his temper, I have to ask myself, as GOD asked Jonah, "Do you do well to be angry?" In this case, not really. How can I be angry at them for attacking my pride when pride is something I shouldn't have anyway? Do I really want to heap sin onto sin? Just let it go, Melilot.
Pride is at the root of most sins; especially in my case, I'm afraid. I need to be on my guard, for my enemy prowls like a lion, waiting to devour. Thank heaven the LION of Judah is more powerful, and is there by my side.

if only i were a quick thinker

so i got all cute and went to the dentist today. when he walked in, he right away started talking baseball. cuz apparently i'm memorable. he also gave me a free filling, cuz apparently, i'm worth it. (and cuz apparently i had a little cavity right next to the one he was filling, so he figured he'd do it all at once.) and then, he told me not to eat for 4-5 hours. after him totally flirting with me like that, how did i not respond with, 'oh, because that's when you're taking me out?' instead i just said 'okay', and he just said, 'have a good rest of the day.' i missed my chance!

GOD is good

i have been blessed immeasurably. i have a family that loves and cares for one another in the most amazing ways possible. i have family that prays for one another, and supports one another in everything. thank YOU, LORD, for your goodness.

Psalm 119:47 revisited

when i posted Psalm 119:47, i typed, "...I find delight in THY commandments..." what the revised standard version actually says is, "...I find my delight in THY commandments..." those are two different things. saying "I find delight" leaves room for other delights. "I find my delight" implies that HIS commandments are what bring me joy. there is no room for anything else because i am consumed with the joy of HIS Word. i pray that that might be true.

Psalm 119:48

"I revere THY commandments, which I love, and I will meditate on THY statutes."

and this is supposed to make me want to see this movie?

the new matt damon movie is 'entertaining as hell.' for some reason, that doesn't sound very entertaining to me.

this makes me feel a little better

http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2010/writers/sky_andrecheck/03/10/nathan.closers/index.html?eref=si_writers

not good

joe nathan? torn ulnar collateral ligament? tommy john surgery? oh please no.

this picture makes me happy

spring is here!

smile of the day

my boyfriend made me smile one last time today. my mother brought home a program from his funeral that had been left at the nursing home. turns out he used to work at an ice cream company. and there's a picture on the back of the program of him shaking hands with my friend tony oliva. with his communication difficulties, i had never heard of either of those things. ice cream and baseball. who woulda thought? :)

from "Le Morte D'Arthur"

Arthur had a dream and "sent anon for a wise philosopher, commanding to tell him the signification of his dream. Sir, said the philosopher, the dragon that thou dreamedst of betokeneth thine own person that sailest here, and the colours of his wings be thy realms that thou hast won, and his tail which is all to-tattered signifieth the noble knights of the Round Table; and the boar that the dragon slew coming from the clouds betokeneth some tyrant that tormenteth the people, or else thou art like to fight with some giant thyself, being horrible and abominable, whose peer ye saw never in your days, wherefore of this dreadful dream doubt thee nothing, but as a conqueror come forth thyself."

"the greatest thing to happen to dentistry since novacaine"

march is my month of appointments. in addition to the chiropractor, i also get to see the neurologist, the lab (one week before the neurologist for blood work), the dermatologist, the optometrist (every other year), and the dentist. and this year i get to go to the dentist twice.
that's not quite as bad as one would think, though, because today, i got to see the cute dentist.
i had him once before, and it was both exciting and disconcerting. one does not usually expect anything pleasant to happen when one goes to the dentist. yet there he was. but that was a long time ago, and i hadn't gotten to see him since. i've had very nice dentists, but not the cute one. the best i've gotten is a glimpse over the hygienist's shoulder as he walked briskly by the room i was in.
today, however, when i followed the hygienist into her room, i got a very good feeling - a feeling that this room was on his side of the building (though i don't actually know if that's actually how they split the patients up). i didn't want to get my hopes up, though, so i just contented myself with the fact that she's a very nice hygienist, and except for one time, i didn't think she was out to get me. but then she went to get the dentist. and i frantically wiped off my mouth and straightened up my hair, just in case she got the cute one for me.
she didn't disappoint. and i think she knew i thought he was cute. she gave me that look of 'yeah, i saw you perk up when he walked in the room' with a touch of 'i see how you're suddenly a conversationalist, talking baseball' and a bit of 'i don't blame you. he's cute, but i'm married.'
and then it turns out that one of my teeth that has a filling is cracking, so there's a chance it would either need a root canal or fall out. 'or i could refill it for you, if you want.' um...duh! on so many levels!
so the hygienist walked me up to the reception desk to tell them that i needed to schedule an appointment for a filling, and the receptionist said, 'so do you want to see dr. vogel? the one you just saw?' 'um, yeah that's fine.' i swear the hygienist smiled at me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7a2rIbX3DEk (through 2:24)