About this six word memoir thing ...
I'm kinda into this thing right now. It's amazing how much you can say with so little. Did I come on a little strong, asking you guys to just bust out with some gems? Do I ever come on too strong, EVER??? Whoops. Well, for fun, here are some little things. A couple more memoirs from moi.
My baby smiles; I am free.
Just wanted you to love me.
God forgives, Christ Saves, Spirit moves.
She doesn't know what she did.
The Oceanic Six rescued me too.
Bob Costas, just watching for you.
It is what it is. Amen.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
I miss Ambien
I can't sleep. *sigh* Congratulations; here's a new post for you.
First of all, for both of you who are wondering, my new heading is my latest work of art. It is my life's goal and purpose, summed in three sentences. "I love therefore I am; I am loved therefore I am. I fall and I emerge. So may it be with you." Colonel, did I get the translation right?
Well, it's state fair time again. I took my daughter out last night with my sister and her new little bundle, and it was by far my very favorite time at the fair ever! Anna took her first spin in a bumper car, we rode the Ferris Wheel, went down the slide, got a Bob Vose corn dog and Lemon Shake Up, ran into Joe Aiello and his family - including his oldest daughter Anne Marie who I used to babysit in high school and who is now almost 6 feet tall and in high school herself! - and finished the night with nachos and a snow cone. I wanted to get a fried Twinkie, but alas, my diabetes onset will have to wait another day. Bottom line: we had a wonderful time having a wonderful time!
It is also Olympics time again. Truly faithful readers of my blog (Micah? Micah! Why is it echoing in here?), who followed me here from Friendster (where?) will recall my love of the games. The drama, the pathos, the human spirit ... I cry alot during the Olympics. Seriously, it's a real catharsis for me. My bleeding heart is ripped out anytime a gymnast slips or a runner looks at her time to see it fall short of the gold. And watching a triumph is even worse. Oh my goodness. Tonight the US, in a massive upset, nudged past France in the men's freestyle relay for the gold, and I was an absolute wreck! Watching all of these hopes and dreams and hard work either realized or dashed is just too much for me. I freaking love it.
But the real reason - the REAL REASON - I love the Olympics is Bob Costas. I will not lie to you. I love Bob Costas. I have always loved him, and I will always love him. This man is everything: he is very accomplished, very intelligent, knowledgeable in a wide range of subjects, surprisingly witty and funny, and is extremely cute in a goofy sort of way. This guy can make a sport like curling sound interesting and accessible. If I found out he played the piano or guitar, I think I'd have a heart attack. I kinda have a thing for broadcast journalists anyway (Tom Brokaw, Brian Williams, Peter Jennings), but Bob Costas is my number one. And now I get him for two weeks straight! I'm telling ya, people, it's deep and it's real.
Finally, have you heard of the six word memoir? There is a website and a book featuring this experiment. It's fascinating! Basically you write your memoir in six words. Mine is "Amo ergo sum; amor ergo sum." Obviously. (Do you think Bishop Ware will sue me for copyright infringement?) So my challenge to you is, can you write yours? Please share it in the comments, because I know my readers, and you guys are going to knock this one out of the park. And I do love a memoir. (Tori Spelling's was delicious.)
First of all, for both of you who are wondering, my new heading is my latest work of art. It is my life's goal and purpose, summed in three sentences. "I love therefore I am; I am loved therefore I am. I fall and I emerge. So may it be with you." Colonel, did I get the translation right?
Well, it's state fair time again. I took my daughter out last night with my sister and her new little bundle, and it was by far my very favorite time at the fair ever! Anna took her first spin in a bumper car, we rode the Ferris Wheel, went down the slide, got a Bob Vose corn dog and Lemon Shake Up, ran into Joe Aiello and his family - including his oldest daughter Anne Marie who I used to babysit in high school and who is now almost 6 feet tall and in high school herself! - and finished the night with nachos and a snow cone. I wanted to get a fried Twinkie, but alas, my diabetes onset will have to wait another day. Bottom line: we had a wonderful time having a wonderful time!
It is also Olympics time again. Truly faithful readers of my blog (Micah? Micah! Why is it echoing in here?), who followed me here from Friendster (where?) will recall my love of the games. The drama, the pathos, the human spirit ... I cry alot during the Olympics. Seriously, it's a real catharsis for me. My bleeding heart is ripped out anytime a gymnast slips or a runner looks at her time to see it fall short of the gold. And watching a triumph is even worse. Oh my goodness. Tonight the US, in a massive upset, nudged past France in the men's freestyle relay for the gold, and I was an absolute wreck! Watching all of these hopes and dreams and hard work either realized or dashed is just too much for me. I freaking love it.
But the real reason - the REAL REASON - I love the Olympics is Bob Costas. I will not lie to you. I love Bob Costas. I have always loved him, and I will always love him. This man is everything: he is very accomplished, very intelligent, knowledgeable in a wide range of subjects, surprisingly witty and funny, and is extremely cute in a goofy sort of way. This guy can make a sport like curling sound interesting and accessible. If I found out he played the piano or guitar, I think I'd have a heart attack. I kinda have a thing for broadcast journalists anyway (Tom Brokaw, Brian Williams, Peter Jennings), but Bob Costas is my number one. And now I get him for two weeks straight! I'm telling ya, people, it's deep and it's real.
Finally, have you heard of the six word memoir? There is a website and a book featuring this experiment. It's fascinating! Basically you write your memoir in six words. Mine is "Amo ergo sum; amor ergo sum." Obviously. (Do you think Bishop Ware will sue me for copyright infringement?) So my challenge to you is, can you write yours? Please share it in the comments, because I know my readers, and you guys are going to knock this one out of the park. And I do love a memoir. (Tori Spelling's was delicious.)
Friday, August 1, 2008
Could somebody turn a light on in here?
Still talking about Martha ...
I said something in my previous post that I think needs an addendum. I wrote, "Jesus loved Martha. He just didn't want her to think that her doing would do Him - or her - much eternal good." I've been thinking about this today, because, as a single mother, all I do is work. From 6:30 in the morning till 11:30 at night, most days, all I do is work. And I am constantly burdened by concerns of various kinds. Life is work, and some of the most rewarding parts of life are the things we reap from the work we do. There is much work that is good and the good is eternal. Surely, when Martha fed the Christ, she was doing an eternal good.
But it is not what redeemed her soul. THAT is what I realize I was trying to say.
Jesus did not want Martha to think that her doing would redeem her soul.
Will wax more eloquently soon ...
I said something in my previous post that I think needs an addendum. I wrote, "Jesus loved Martha. He just didn't want her to think that her doing would do Him - or her - much eternal good." I've been thinking about this today, because, as a single mother, all I do is work. From 6:30 in the morning till 11:30 at night, most days, all I do is work. And I am constantly burdened by concerns of various kinds. Life is work, and some of the most rewarding parts of life are the things we reap from the work we do. There is much work that is good and the good is eternal. Surely, when Martha fed the Christ, she was doing an eternal good.
But it is not what redeemed her soul. THAT is what I realize I was trying to say.
Jesus did not want Martha to think that her doing would redeem her soul.
Will wax more eloquently soon ...
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