My heart hurts for the profound loss to our community which took place today.
The burial service was truly touching. And the turnout really wasn't bad, considering.
Many thanks to all who joined with us in mourning.
R.I.P. Savage, Sept. 2004 - Sept. 2004
Dear tankmate. Dear friend. Dear fish.
"He's not ugly, he's just black!"
Savage is survived by Killer and George Gaylord Churchill III.
Please send donations in lieu of flowers to the Kristin and Katie Mu Alpha House Fish Fund, from which all proceeds will be used to the benefit of the surviving marine life.
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Monday, September 27, 2004
Obviously, updating my blog has been a high priority of mine in the past couple of weeks.
Obviously, my blog has been a high priority for others in the past couple of weeks, as well.
Obviously.
However, for those of you who have returned to read about how life is going for me:
1. Do I know you?
2. I like you already.
3. I'll like you even more if you leave a comment.
What can I say? I'm easy to please.
As for life... it's good. Here's a sample of what I'm thinking about tonight:
*The Relay for Life on Saturday was really wonderful. Our SAI team came together nicely after singing the anthem with the men of Mu Alpha. I walked for about 5 hours total, which actually isn't so bad considering we only had 7 official participants on our team to last throughout a 12 hour relay. And our team even won an award for its motto... "Cancer's in Treble Now..." (it's SUPPOSED to be dorky, ok?)
*The SAI Charity Ball ended up being one of the best nights of my life. Unexpected, that's for sure... but thanks to the encouragement of numerous friends and "sisters," the compassionate reassurance of two lovely ladies, and the completely unprecedented involvement and achievement of one Erin Ramsdell, I definitely made it to the ball with a renewed sense of excitement, sparkley earrings, and daisies in my hair. The Charity Ball itself was beautiful, the swing music was great, and everyone looked **stunning**. And I still can't get over how neat it was to have multiple dance partners who took my inexperience in stride and still managed to make me look like I knew what I was doing!
*The Rose Tea today was so pretty. It's late at night, my vocabulary is slowly depleting, and I'm running out of flowery adjectives. But it was really nice, and the tea was delicious. Yum!
*I'm trying to figure out whose idea it was to have the InterVarsity Barn Dance on a PATIO this year, and where I can send in my comments and complaints. Just kidding. But let's be honest here. Patios are for barbecues and such. The word "patio" does not send visions of square dancing and hay bales running through my head. Perhaps I'm being picky. But I think last year's venue was an excellent choice.
*My brother got called up to play for Varsity Soccer last week, played in half of his first Varsity game ever, and after being put in, promptly assisted on a goal to help the team win. I'm a proud sister.
*If you haven't heard yet, I have a goldfish. His full name is George Gaylord Churchill III (or just George -- Jorge, for any Spanish-speaking marine enthusiasts), and he's residing at the Mu Alpha house in a tank with Savage and Killer, my roommate's fish. If you stop by the MA house, you should go and visit our fish. You can tell which one is George because he's orangey-gold and looks normal. Kristin's fish are normal, too, but they don't look it.
*I'm really sleepy now.
Perhaps I'll do some more blogging soon, since my mind is *full* of some new ideas and deeper thoughts and random rants and raves I'd like to express... but for now, I think I'm off to indulge in some much-needed REM cycles. Finally.
Good.night. Friends.
Obviously, my blog has been a high priority for others in the past couple of weeks, as well.
Obviously.
However, for those of you who have returned to read about how life is going for me:
1. Do I know you?
2. I like you already.
3. I'll like you even more if you leave a comment.
What can I say? I'm easy to please.
As for life... it's good. Here's a sample of what I'm thinking about tonight:
*The Relay for Life on Saturday was really wonderful. Our SAI team came together nicely after singing the anthem with the men of Mu Alpha. I walked for about 5 hours total, which actually isn't so bad considering we only had 7 official participants on our team to last throughout a 12 hour relay. And our team even won an award for its motto... "Cancer's in Treble Now..." (it's SUPPOSED to be dorky, ok?)
*The SAI Charity Ball ended up being one of the best nights of my life. Unexpected, that's for sure... but thanks to the encouragement of numerous friends and "sisters," the compassionate reassurance of two lovely ladies, and the completely unprecedented involvement and achievement of one Erin Ramsdell, I definitely made it to the ball with a renewed sense of excitement, sparkley earrings, and daisies in my hair. The Charity Ball itself was beautiful, the swing music was great, and everyone looked **stunning**. And I still can't get over how neat it was to have multiple dance partners who took my inexperience in stride and still managed to make me look like I knew what I was doing!
*The Rose Tea today was so pretty. It's late at night, my vocabulary is slowly depleting, and I'm running out of flowery adjectives. But it was really nice, and the tea was delicious. Yum!
*I'm trying to figure out whose idea it was to have the InterVarsity Barn Dance on a PATIO this year, and where I can send in my comments and complaints. Just kidding. But let's be honest here. Patios are for barbecues and such. The word "patio" does not send visions of square dancing and hay bales running through my head. Perhaps I'm being picky. But I think last year's venue was an excellent choice.
*My brother got called up to play for Varsity Soccer last week, played in half of his first Varsity game ever, and after being put in, promptly assisted on a goal to help the team win. I'm a proud sister.
*If you haven't heard yet, I have a goldfish. His full name is George Gaylord Churchill III (or just George -- Jorge, for any Spanish-speaking marine enthusiasts), and he's residing at the Mu Alpha house in a tank with Savage and Killer, my roommate's fish. If you stop by the MA house, you should go and visit our fish. You can tell which one is George because he's orangey-gold and looks normal. Kristin's fish are normal, too, but they don't look it.
*I'm really sleepy now.
Perhaps I'll do some more blogging soon, since my mind is *full* of some new ideas and deeper thoughts and random rants and raves I'd like to express... but for now, I think I'm off to indulge in some much-needed REM cycles. Finally.
Good.night. Friends.
Monday, September 13, 2004
It gnaws at my stomach that I will have to do laundry at some point in the very near future.
A wave of frustration washes over me as I realize that yet another day has gone by and I still have not called to renew my library book from home, which sits un-read and un-renewed on my dresser. I can almost hear the malicious librarians cackling at the thought of their slowly accumulating fortune. Blast.
Language defies me as I try to explain what it's like to get an email requesting guidance and friendly advice from one of my poor freshman mentees who is struggling to find employment while I, his all-knowing mentor, AM STRUGGLING WITH THE SAME DILEMMA FOR THE THIRD YEAR IN A ROW. There aren't words.
HOWEVER...
I am elated to report that after a twenty-minute interview with Judson this morning, I was given a position on the new Hillsdale College "Call Team" -- on the spot! Yes, I am bragging... but I am also merely reporting. And besides, this is my blog. And I can do that here.
My roommate and I (re)discovered the joys of kicking the soccer ball, cartwheels, and punching football "dummies" at dusk the other evening after going on a "roomie walk," and now I can't wait to frequent that field again and again -- to PLAY! It was a glorious release of energy and emotion and everything we cannot do in the classroom, and I would recommend it highly to anyone and everyone. If you are thoroughly confused or are inspired and would like someone to come PLAY with you, come talk to me. I think we all need a bit more PLAY and a little less stress in our lives.
And, finally... listen to The Blood of Cu Chulainn off of The Boondock Saints soundtrack. If it doesn't lift your spirits, almost move you to tears, and make you want to tap your toes -- yes, all in the same song -- I would venture to say that there may be something wrong with you.
So. About that laundry.
A wave of frustration washes over me as I realize that yet another day has gone by and I still have not called to renew my library book from home, which sits un-read and un-renewed on my dresser. I can almost hear the malicious librarians cackling at the thought of their slowly accumulating fortune. Blast.
Language defies me as I try to explain what it's like to get an email requesting guidance and friendly advice from one of my poor freshman mentees who is struggling to find employment while I, his all-knowing mentor, AM STRUGGLING WITH THE SAME DILEMMA FOR THE THIRD YEAR IN A ROW. There aren't words.
HOWEVER...
I am elated to report that after a twenty-minute interview with Judson this morning, I was given a position on the new Hillsdale College "Call Team" -- on the spot! Yes, I am bragging... but I am also merely reporting. And besides, this is my blog. And I can do that here.
My roommate and I (re)discovered the joys of kicking the soccer ball, cartwheels, and punching football "dummies" at dusk the other evening after going on a "roomie walk," and now I can't wait to frequent that field again and again -- to PLAY! It was a glorious release of energy and emotion and everything we cannot do in the classroom, and I would recommend it highly to anyone and everyone. If you are thoroughly confused or are inspired and would like someone to come PLAY with you, come talk to me. I think we all need a bit more PLAY and a little less stress in our lives.
And, finally... listen to The Blood of Cu Chulainn off of The Boondock Saints soundtrack. If it doesn't lift your spirits, almost move you to tears, and make you want to tap your toes -- yes, all in the same song -- I would venture to say that there may be something wrong with you.
So. About that laundry.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Sometimes...
Sometimes a Saga dinner can be a completely unrewarding culinary experience. Especially when you mistake sesame seed oil for balsamic vinegar and proceed to douse your entire salad with that most foul-tasting concoction ever produced. But at least it's still fun to people-watch.
Sometimes a hundred little conversations with Jesus throughout the day can make me feel closer to my Savior than one long prayer before I go to bed. He almost starts to feel like one of my best friends. And that's the way it should be; He's my Best Friend.
Sometimes a nap doesn't have to complete an entire REM cycle to be refreshing.
Sometimes dancing around the room with a hairbrush, belting out the latest Dashboard Confessional songs can be a major emotional release. Sometimes I use my waterbottle, and that works, too.
Sometimes you (ok, I) miss class because you're (I'm) kind of an idiot; like if you (I) just forget when the class starts, so you (I) keep talking to a professor outside of Delp and even think to yourself (myself), "wow, this is great -- I might even have time to check my email!"... but really, you (I) end up being 15 minutes late. Then it's really a pain because it's hard to say to your (my) professor, "I'm sorry, I missed your class because I'm kind of an idiot." I'm not sure how you (I) would do that. I hope that never happens to you (me). HA.
Sometimes Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream solves problems. Even the complicated ones... temporarily.
Sometimes some people make me wonder. But I guess maybe I make some people wonder sometimes, too.
I like this year so far. It's full of interesting people and situations and relationships and challenges and laughs and cries and hurts and smiles and friends and fellowship and worship and prayer and Saga meals and lectures and homework and papers and exams and parties and barbecues and movies and girls' nights and music and cosmic bowling and Oakley and Mu Alpha serenades and baking and The Gathering coffee and Catacombs and singing and SAI and study nights in the Snack Bar and long walks and porch monkeying.
And animal crackers. Yum.
Sometimes a Saga dinner can be a completely unrewarding culinary experience. Especially when you mistake sesame seed oil for balsamic vinegar and proceed to douse your entire salad with that most foul-tasting concoction ever produced. But at least it's still fun to people-watch.
Sometimes a hundred little conversations with Jesus throughout the day can make me feel closer to my Savior than one long prayer before I go to bed. He almost starts to feel like one of my best friends. And that's the way it should be; He's my Best Friend.
Sometimes a nap doesn't have to complete an entire REM cycle to be refreshing.
Sometimes dancing around the room with a hairbrush, belting out the latest Dashboard Confessional songs can be a major emotional release. Sometimes I use my waterbottle, and that works, too.
Sometimes you (ok, I) miss class because you're (I'm) kind of an idiot; like if you (I) just forget when the class starts, so you (I) keep talking to a professor outside of Delp and even think to yourself (myself), "wow, this is great -- I might even have time to check my email!"... but really, you (I) end up being 15 minutes late. Then it's really a pain because it's hard to say to your (my) professor, "I'm sorry, I missed your class because I'm kind of an idiot." I'm not sure how you (I) would do that. I hope that never happens to you (me). HA.
Sometimes Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream solves problems. Even the complicated ones... temporarily.
Sometimes some people make me wonder. But I guess maybe I make some people wonder sometimes, too.
I like this year so far. It's full of interesting people and situations and relationships and challenges and laughs and cries and hurts and smiles and friends and fellowship and worship and prayer and Saga meals and lectures and homework and papers and exams and parties and barbecues and movies and girls' nights and music and cosmic bowling and Oakley and Mu Alpha serenades and baking and The Gathering coffee and Catacombs and singing and SAI and study nights in the Snack Bar and long walks and porch monkeying.
And animal crackers. Yum.