And she needs you to come up with it.
I don't really like my current blog title all that well and would like to change it, but I don't know what to change it to. So, I am looking for suggestions. I would like for it to fit with my Random Muse handle and atrandommusing url, but that is not required. The chosen title will be semi-permanent (ie I am highly unlikely to change it again ever, but make no promises) and will be used by Blessed to make a beautiful header which may lead to an entire theme.
Some of the ideas that have already been brought up include:
Ruminations of a Muse
Musing at Random
Randomly Musing
Help me out - leave lots of brilliant ideas.
Signing off
Friday, March 14, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Blog Party
Hey! I'm joining the 5 Minutes for Mom blog party, I know I'm running late - but it's typical, don't believe me just ask my sister!
About me:
I'm busy college student – in the middle of finals right now majoring in Environmental Science with an emphasis in Natural Science and I'm not sure exactly what I'm going to do with it yet.
You'll find blogs about my classes, things I do with my family and church youth group, ideas I have, projects I'm trying complete, books I'm reading and sometimes my sister and I will have a really big idea together.
Sorry this is sooo short but, I am in the middle of finals and wanted to get in the party – you will see more posts from me at the beginning of quarters, on breaks and etc…
Thanks for stopping by!
Edit:
I have been to read the prize list. My favorites include the chocolate, the natural soaps and cleansers, the books, and all of the Amazon gift cards. I also would love the webcam so that I could give it to my sister and see Lil’ Sugar’s antics. The numbers are 70, 16, 20, 52, 79, 72, 152, 53, 100, 60, 39, 140, 55, 116, 104 or 105, 129, 54, 136, 146, 64, 114, and 9 though anything would be lovely.
About me:
I'm busy college student – in the middle of finals right now majoring in Environmental Science with an emphasis in Natural Science and I'm not sure exactly what I'm going to do with it yet.
You'll find blogs about my classes, things I do with my family and church youth group, ideas I have, projects I'm trying complete, books I'm reading and sometimes my sister and I will have a really big idea together.
Sorry this is sooo short but, I am in the middle of finals and wanted to get in the party – you will see more posts from me at the beginning of quarters, on breaks and etc…
Thanks for stopping by!
Edit:
I have been to read the prize list. My favorites include the chocolate, the natural soaps and cleansers, the books, and all of the Amazon gift cards. I also would love the webcam so that I could give it to my sister and see Lil’ Sugar’s antics. The numbers are 70, 16, 20, 52, 79, 72, 152, 53, 100, 60, 39, 140, 55, 116, 104 or 105, 129, 54, 136, 146, 64, 114, and 9 though anything would be lovely.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Still here
This post is just to let you know that I have not fallen off the face of the earth. I have been extremely busy lately and have not had time to post. Next week doesn't look good either.
I have been tagged, so I will try to see to that, but finals approach, so I likely won't have time for anything else. Check back around the end of the month (ie 25th-ish). See you then
I have been tagged, so I will try to see to that, but finals approach, so I likely won't have time for anything else. Check back around the end of the month (ie 25th-ish). See you then
Monday, February 25, 2008
Hare-brained Ideas
My family specializes in them. This time though, it might actually work. I have class in 20 minutes though, so rather than me trying to explain, go read about it here on my sister's blog.
Useless quote:
Calculus here I come (with a short pitstop for a caffeinated beverage)
Useless quote:
Scabrous pirates to you
-Face Loran (or was it Ton Phanan (either way the book was written by Aaron Allston))
Calculus here I come (with a short pitstop for a caffeinated beverage)
Saturday, February 23, 2008
This, That and Wicked
So, I am sitting here at my table getting very sleepy and munching contentedly on Sam's Choice Orchard Trail which features "A rich and fruity autumn harvest of chocolate raspberry chips, yogurt raisins, apples, apricots, walnuts, and cashews" (Maybe contented munching will slow my weight loss.) and thinking that I need to post. Ya'll haven't heard from me in a week. And what a week it has been. I had two mid-terms that I did horribly on (badly even by normal standards), went to Wicked with my family, just spent several hours at a birthday party, and have promised to make dinner for the folks in "the main house" tomorrow between church.
I meant to write a post about Wicked earlier, but my sister and I spent most of the morning running around. When we returned I finished the dishes and started working on my fafsa. By the time I noticed how late it was, I was 45 minutes late for the birthday party. I walked out my front door, around through the gate, and three houses down the street to the party. On being accused of being late, I claimed to have been stuck in traffic. For some reason it didn't fly. I was still there in time for carne asada though, and what carne asada it was. Mmmmmmmmmmmm, num num num, good, mmnmmnmm, want more. Sorry, got distracted there.
Later R brought out her new cello, and her brother J, who is extremely gifted musically, started fiddling around with it. Somewhat later, we had the cello and a guitar being played by people who did not know how, the piano being played by someone who did know how and was attempting to follow, and three of us doing a slightly choreographed clapping and extended right foot tapping thing. Then someone brought out some spoons and joined the band and several more clappers joined (the faint signs of choreography faded). Now we had the start of a regular hoe-down going, so we persuaded a couple of the younger girls to "square-dance" for us. They linked arms and skipped around each other, then switched directions a couple of times before leaving the dance floor.
The next item on out impromptu program was a bit unexpected. BR had a couple of pan lids which he had been clapping together like cymbals. He suddenly burst into the central area and began jigging around clapping them in front, behind, and then over his head. Next, he began high kicking in time with our beat. He would first clap the lids high, then below his right leg, high again, and then below his left leg. It was hysterical. Our beat nearly faltered for a moment as we doubled over laughing.
R decided that her mother, who had gone to the apartment out back, needed to see this performance, so 8 or 10 of us trooped out the door and around the house to the apartment door where we spread into a semi circle around the cello and a space for our star and started clapping and J started playing. We decided to sing too and began chanting hey-hey-hey-hey-heya-hey-hey and making warbling noises. SD, R and J's mother, opened the door and stuck her head out curiously; this was BR's cue, he gave a very enthusiastic performance, then bowed low. SD laughed and smiled. Then she told us that K and M, my landlords, should see it, so we gathered more people to clap and trooped down the street with the cello to repeat the performance. It was after this performance that we began wishing people a merry Christmas and concluded that we were Christmas caroling. So what if it is a little off season. We piled into cars and went to disrupt the peace in a few more neighborhoods.
But I was supposed to be posting about Wicked. My littlest sis wanted to go for her birthday, and my little sis and I weren't about to let her and my parents go without us, so Daddy got five tickets, and we all went. It was a wonderful experience from beginning to end. The theatre was a historic building with really neat architectural features, so I enjoyed myself even before the doors were opened. We went to the little cafe next door and got drinks to enjoy and keep us warm while we waited and admired. Architecture and drinks weren't what we drove hours to see though, the doors did open, and they eventually let us begin seating. We really scored on the seats: orchestra section, row Z, dead center. A few rows closer might not have been bad, but we had a wonderful view of the entire stage: close enough to see but not so close that we were craning our necks to see the sides or the top. The curtain was a map of Oz which featured a glowing green Emerald City. I was so engrossed that I did not realize until I looked at my watch that two hours had passed before the intermission. The actress who played Elphaba was an amazingly good singer. Actually, they all were. I just liked her songs better. I was going to hit a couple of high points, but I am having a bit of trouble narrowing it down from the-entire-evening. I adore live theater and don't get to see it very often at all. So, to avoid just summarizing the entire show, which has already been done, I am going to move on now.
Actually, having noticed the time, I am going to skip the other thing I was going to write about, and move on to bed - and sleep.
But first, Quotes (since this is such a long rambley post, it needs more than one):
Goodnight all
I meant to write a post about Wicked earlier, but my sister and I spent most of the morning running around. When we returned I finished the dishes and started working on my fafsa. By the time I noticed how late it was, I was 45 minutes late for the birthday party. I walked out my front door, around through the gate, and three houses down the street to the party. On being accused of being late, I claimed to have been stuck in traffic. For some reason it didn't fly. I was still there in time for carne asada though, and what carne asada it was. Mmmmmmmmmmmm, num num num, good, mmnmmnmm, want more. Sorry, got distracted there.
Later R brought out her new cello, and her brother J, who is extremely gifted musically, started fiddling around with it. Somewhat later, we had the cello and a guitar being played by people who did not know how, the piano being played by someone who did know how and was attempting to follow, and three of us doing a slightly choreographed clapping and extended right foot tapping thing. Then someone brought out some spoons and joined the band and several more clappers joined (the faint signs of choreography faded). Now we had the start of a regular hoe-down going, so we persuaded a couple of the younger girls to "square-dance" for us. They linked arms and skipped around each other, then switched directions a couple of times before leaving the dance floor.
The next item on out impromptu program was a bit unexpected. BR had a couple of pan lids which he had been clapping together like cymbals. He suddenly burst into the central area and began jigging around clapping them in front, behind, and then over his head. Next, he began high kicking in time with our beat. He would first clap the lids high, then below his right leg, high again, and then below his left leg. It was hysterical. Our beat nearly faltered for a moment as we doubled over laughing.
R decided that her mother, who had gone to the apartment out back, needed to see this performance, so 8 or 10 of us trooped out the door and around the house to the apartment door where we spread into a semi circle around the cello and a space for our star and started clapping and J started playing. We decided to sing too and began chanting hey-hey-hey-hey-heya-hey-hey and making warbling noises. SD, R and J's mother, opened the door and stuck her head out curiously; this was BR's cue, he gave a very enthusiastic performance, then bowed low. SD laughed and smiled. Then she told us that K and M, my landlords, should see it, so we gathered more people to clap and trooped down the street with the cello to repeat the performance. It was after this performance that we began wishing people a merry Christmas and concluded that we were Christmas caroling. So what if it is a little off season. We piled into cars and went to disrupt the peace in a few more neighborhoods.
But I was supposed to be posting about Wicked. My littlest sis wanted to go for her birthday, and my little sis and I weren't about to let her and my parents go without us, so Daddy got five tickets, and we all went. It was a wonderful experience from beginning to end. The theatre was a historic building with really neat architectural features, so I enjoyed myself even before the doors were opened. We went to the little cafe next door and got drinks to enjoy and keep us warm while we waited and admired. Architecture and drinks weren't what we drove hours to see though, the doors did open, and they eventually let us begin seating. We really scored on the seats: orchestra section, row Z, dead center. A few rows closer might not have been bad, but we had a wonderful view of the entire stage: close enough to see but not so close that we were craning our necks to see the sides or the top. The curtain was a map of Oz which featured a glowing green Emerald City. I was so engrossed that I did not realize until I looked at my watch that two hours had passed before the intermission. The actress who played Elphaba was an amazingly good singer. Actually, they all were. I just liked her songs better. I was going to hit a couple of high points, but I am having a bit of trouble narrowing it down from the-entire-evening. I adore live theater and don't get to see it very often at all. So, to avoid just summarizing the entire show, which has already been done, I am going to move on now.
Actually, having noticed the time, I am going to skip the other thing I was going to write about, and move on to bed - and sleep.
But first, Quotes (since this is such a long rambley post, it needs more than one):
Despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt.
–Gandalf
Sleeping penguins are less violent than penguins who are not sleeping.
–Marc Abrams
Hey, no pretense here. I am genuinely self-centered and deeply shallow.
-Fiyero
Goodnight all
Saturday, February 16, 2008
The Song of Sun Tea
This was originally posted on my other blog and was lost along with everything else, but Blessed remembered that it was saved to her computer and salvaged it for the world to see.
Thanks Blessed for editing my profile photo for me.
The Song of Sun Tea
The warmth of the sun
The richness of its rays
Upon me they shine
And enrichen my tone
The clear tasteless liquid I am
Turns to golden delight
As on the porch rail I sit
And soak in the suns beam
My golden shadow grows long
As the time passes by
My golden heart beats strong
The time now has come
My fluid heart cries out
To those within
They check their watches
And scurry out the door
They see my ripened color
And the sun-glow within
They know it is time
For me to come in
On the counter I sit
As I am sweetened with care
The love in my heart grows strong
As the sugar settles in
Oh no – they’ve turned
They’ve walked away
Come back and drink me
My liquid heart cries out
My golden heart starts to break
And a tear forms in my eye
Then I see them return
With a glass, some ice
Oh joy has returned
As I pour out my all
For this human who set me
Where I did brew in the sun
My mission fulfilled
I slide down their throat
Their desire has been satisfied
Their soul is refreshed
Would you know pure contentment
On this globe of despair
Pour a glass of pure gold
And share it with a friend
Bring someone to the pleasure
Of a glass of liquid sunlight
And join in the delight
Of ice cold sun tea
By The Muse, Blessed & our freshly brewed jar of sun tea
The warmth of the sun
The richness of its rays
Upon me they shine
And enrichen my tone
The clear tasteless liquid I am
Turns to golden delight
As on the porch rail I sit
And soak in the suns beam
My golden shadow grows long
As the time passes by
My golden heart beats strong
The time now has come
My fluid heart cries out
To those within
They check their watches
And scurry out the door
They see my ripened color
And the sun-glow within
They know it is time
For me to come in
On the counter I sit
As I am sweetened with care
The love in my heart grows strong
As the sugar settles in
Oh no – they’ve turned
They’ve walked away
Come back and drink me
My liquid heart cries out
My golden heart starts to break
And a tear forms in my eye
Then I see them return
With a glass, some ice
Oh joy has returned
As I pour out my all
For this human who set me
Where I did brew in the sun
My mission fulfilled
I slide down their throat
Their desire has been satisfied
Their soul is refreshed
Would you know pure contentment
On this globe of despair
Pour a glass of pure gold
And share it with a friend
Bring someone to the pleasure
Of a glass of liquid sunlight
And join in the delight
Of ice cold sun tea
By The Muse, Blessed & our freshly brewed jar of sun tea
Thanks Blessed for editing my profile photo for me.
Catch-up
There have been a few things that I have wanted to blog about this week, but I did not have time, so this my be a long post.
First,I participated in the Valentine's Day Swap, over at Island Life. My parter, a wonderful woman named Sue who blogs over at Living My Dream, sent me a lovely package. I wish I could show you a picture, but alas, I cannot, so description it is. The first thing out of the box was a set of Sweet Pea scented lotion, shower gel, and bubble bath. Next a pad of pink sticky notes with a really neat border emerged. A gigantic homemade chocolate kiss was next - seriously, it is over three inches tall and weighs more than 6 ounces - it's very good. The last thing in the box was a suspicious flattened object which turned out to be a package of Ferraro Rocher chocolates. All of this was wrapped up and packed in lovely red tissue paper with white and pink hearts all over it which made the package very festive in a Valentinesy sort of way.
Single But Not Alone
Also far more serious than I like to be in public, but here goes.
Growing up, I have known a lot of people who equated their value with their “relationships.” Young girls, even at twelve and thirteen and even younger, devoted much of their time and energy to drawing the eyes of the young boys. Older girls, who were still way too young to marry, would actively bemoan the fact that they did not have a boyfriend. These were girls who had many friends, both male and female, and good, supportive parents. I have watched people who at 18 and 19 were so eager to marry that they sacrificed many things which had previously been at the center of who they were in the search for a partner. All of this because they did not want to be alone.
I am quite distinctly single, but by no means am I alone. I am in my early twenties and have never had a serious boyfriend. I still have no prospects. In fact there seems to be a serious famine in the area of single, intelligent, Godly young men. However, there are many people who love me and are there for me when I need them.
Since it was Valentine’s which started me on this line of thought, I will start there. On Wednesday evening, I got home from school to find a red rose in a bud vase with a white teddy bear holding it sitting on the table waiting for me. My father had come twenty minutes out of his way from dropping my grandparents off at the airport to remind my sister and me that we were his special girls. There was also a large cardboard heart of chocolates from my grandparents. Also, my younger sister, who does not have a job, bought me a small box of chocolates. Also, I got a text and an email from a couple of friends wishing me a Happy Singles Awareness Day. That evening a couple in the church invited the youth group over for carne asada.
That was a holiday yes, but it does not stop there. I have the most wonderful Daddy a girl could ever ask for. He loves his girls, and even though he doesn’t talk much, he makes sure we know that we are one of the most important things in his world. I have a sweet Mother. I have a best friend that I can, and do, call at 2 am just because I am frustrated with my life and need someone to talk to. I have three sisters who put up with me and occasionally tell me to snap out of it.
Now, I know that not everyone has as strong of a support network as I do. But there is one thing that is even bigger than what I have already said. I know that God has a plan for my life. If He wants me to marry (which I think that He does), then somewhere out there is the man for me. I do not want to rush it and stumble into something that I will regret later.
Quote:
First,I participated in the Valentine's Day Swap, over at Island Life. My parter, a wonderful woman named Sue who blogs over at Living My Dream, sent me a lovely package. I wish I could show you a picture, but alas, I cannot, so description it is. The first thing out of the box was a set of Sweet Pea scented lotion, shower gel, and bubble bath. Next a pad of pink sticky notes with a really neat border emerged. A gigantic homemade chocolate kiss was next - seriously, it is over three inches tall and weighs more than 6 ounces - it's very good. The last thing in the box was a suspicious flattened object which turned out to be a package of Ferraro Rocher chocolates. All of this was wrapped up and packed in lovely red tissue paper with white and pink hearts all over it which made the package very festive in a Valentinesy sort of way.
Single But Not Alone
Also far more serious than I like to be in public, but here goes.
Growing up, I have known a lot of people who equated their value with their “relationships.” Young girls, even at twelve and thirteen and even younger, devoted much of their time and energy to drawing the eyes of the young boys. Older girls, who were still way too young to marry, would actively bemoan the fact that they did not have a boyfriend. These were girls who had many friends, both male and female, and good, supportive parents. I have watched people who at 18 and 19 were so eager to marry that they sacrificed many things which had previously been at the center of who they were in the search for a partner. All of this because they did not want to be alone.
I am quite distinctly single, but by no means am I alone. I am in my early twenties and have never had a serious boyfriend. I still have no prospects. In fact there seems to be a serious famine in the area of single, intelligent, Godly young men. However, there are many people who love me and are there for me when I need them.
Since it was Valentine’s which started me on this line of thought, I will start there. On Wednesday evening, I got home from school to find a red rose in a bud vase with a white teddy bear holding it sitting on the table waiting for me. My father had come twenty minutes out of his way from dropping my grandparents off at the airport to remind my sister and me that we were his special girls. There was also a large cardboard heart of chocolates from my grandparents. Also, my younger sister, who does not have a job, bought me a small box of chocolates. Also, I got a text and an email from a couple of friends wishing me a Happy Singles Awareness Day. That evening a couple in the church invited the youth group over for carne asada.
That was a holiday yes, but it does not stop there. I have the most wonderful Daddy a girl could ever ask for. He loves his girls, and even though he doesn’t talk much, he makes sure we know that we are one of the most important things in his world. I have a sweet Mother. I have a best friend that I can, and do, call at 2 am just because I am frustrated with my life and need someone to talk to. I have three sisters who put up with me and occasionally tell me to snap out of it.
Now, I know that not everyone has as strong of a support network as I do. But there is one thing that is even bigger than what I have already said. I know that God has a plan for my life. If He wants me to marry (which I think that He does), then somewhere out there is the man for me. I do not want to rush it and stumble into something that I will regret later.
Quote:
Keep thy heart with all diligence; for out of it are the issues of life.
-Prov 4:23 KJV
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