I love the word "beckons"

There's nothing in our "old lives" for us, nothing at all. The best thing to do is give it a decent burial and get on with your new life. God's Spirit beckons. There are things to do and places to go! This resurrection life you received from God is not a timid, grave-tending life. It's adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike "What's next, Papa?"

--Eugene Peterson

Brown Paper Bags

All things from the produce go in plastic bags. All except mushrooms. They go in paper bags. They grow in dark brown dirt just to go into brown paper bags to sit in the bottom drawer of the fridge. The only other thing that goes in brown paper bags is moonshine...and barf. Barf goes in brown paper bags. Sometimes, if you get a cookie from a cafe, they give it to you in a brown paper bag. But those bags usually have the cafe name on it, unless it's an underground...no... what do you call them....independent cafe, then it may be a plain bag, in which case you can be assured that that is some crap cookie in there, let me tell you.

Holy Cow

Do you know what this calls for Marianne?!? This calls for BANANA BREAD.
....and that calls for MILK. I think that everything calls for milk. Maybe except....(thinking pause)jello. Jello doesn't call for milk. But everything else calls for milk. I love milk. I love milk so much that if I wasn't a christian I would be a hindu so I could worship cows. That's how much I love milk.

dancing with myself

I'm not a big card game person. I enjoy the occasional game, and
consider myself to be able able to handle a game well enough. Of all
the games one could think of to play, I am having the utmost
difficulty with one. Don't laugh. This is not a laughing matter. I
suck at solitaire. I know, how could it be?? Is that not a game that
you play........ Yes, it's a game you play alone. But I loose
every time. Literally, I have not won yet. If you, my friend think you
can do better, I'll challenge you. Next time you see me, I gladly hand
you my ipod and you can see if you can beat the blasted thing. It must
be set on extreme difficulty. I can't win, I just can't.

72 - 43 = 29

Je pense que ne dorment pas pour hour de 72 est un ne bon pas idea. (that was an attempt at french) After 43 hours, the fight between my mind and the caffeine in jolt took ahold of my will power (and seemingly my ability to see) (all was blurry if I didn't focus) I went to bed at 0:43 hours. Insanity was hit after about 15 hours, on the first night, new years eve. (when i would normally be awake anyways)
I was told a number of times from a few people "Jen, I'm so glad that you don't drink" So am I my friend, so am I....

Day one of "back to reality": installing myself back into functioning society, I experienced some technical difficulties, or memory laps (or lasps, i don't remember what one)aka brain farts. where I had difficulty remembering events of the past few days. I was also unaware of what had happened on tv vs real life vs in my head. I found myself having to second and third guess information I thought I had, and where it truly originated from.

and so this moring a woke up at a healthy 9:30 like a 'normal' functioning member of society. either way, I came 29 hours from....(dun dun dun.......) true insanity.

72 and nothing.

Probably at something like 34 hours or something now. This perhaps may sound highly unusual, but I have nothing to say. No really funny stories, no obscure observations. I'm tired, but that's about it.

There are two things I love to do. Nothing,as I have previously stated, and on the opposite side of the spectrum, something. Like to accomplish something, be productive. It feels good. In the past 34 or so hours, I have accomplished nothing. Perhaps even less than that.

So I have this to report of my journey to insanity: nothing.

2 GB later

i didn't get the 30 GB iPod that I wanted for Christmas. did however get the 2GB which in reality, apart from the teen girl squad lackage, it does the same thing. (for 28 GB difference, I am suprizingly surprised.) I am, as you could say, a happy camper.

Now I can be antisocial anytime I want. I have even considered wearing the ear buds while not listening to music just to avoid being talked to. It's kind of like being alone in crowd of people.

I think that being alone stimulates creativity and imaginationary skills because no one is there to laugh at you or your really stupid (I mean creative) ideas.

That is however, a very nice little white elephant that you have sitting on your lap. I love it's sombrero, though I would suggest that it stops chewing on the mouse cord and that it would do something more productive, like read a book. There's a curious George picture book in that dresser over there. No, look higher.... Yup. on the top there. He'll like that one, especially the colorful balloons. Or maybe the yellow hat...

Merry Christmas Charlie Brown

Charlie Brown: This little green one looks like it needs a home.
Linus Van Pelt: I don't know. Remember what Lucy said? This doesn't seem to fit the modern spirit.
Charlie Brown: I don't care. We'll decorated and it'll be just right for our play. Besides, I think it needs me.

In this day and age where one may say "Gee, do they still make wooden chritams trees?" the kelly's have stuck hard to tradition and have refused to conform to the commercial synthetic christmas trees. You may as well eat turkey from a frikken box if that's what you're going to do. Four days before Christmas, my dad finally went out to get us a tree. "home depot is out of trees. Look up the number for something else" was the phone call I got. Rona was out too. Three or four stores later, he came home with a tree.

Now, the day before christmas eve, we get around to setting it up. I look in the garage to see it, my heart drops. Trees are meant to be big and bushy. Full of green and big. Did I mention big? This tree doesn't quite fit the "modern spirit" It's as tall as I am, and if I stretch my arms big, I can hug it all the way around.
Oh well, I suppose that I can decorate it and it'll be just right. Besides, I think it needs me.

...I never wanted to be a tree hugger. Specially a christmas tree hugger. oh well, merry christmas Charlie Brown.

roses are red

roses are red....


It is said that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. It is true, and I dare say that I would rather call a rose something other than "rose", so that the rose knew it was not "just another rose" but it was important to me, something of significance.

I wish, and this is far fetched....that I had a nick name for like everyone. one that actually stuck. That would be wicked. The names would have to be the ones that roll off the tongue. Not the forced ones that you need to think about, but the amazing ones that just plain work. The kind that others pick up on and outsiders question. So if I ever start to call you something other than your name, don't be concerned. it's just in attempt to fulfill my dream of a world by a different name.....

nothing

I am so glad it has snowed. Snow gives justification to do nothing. Have I ever told you how much I love nothing? I love it allot. Nothing is what you add to something that is great already and it makes it just as good. "this soup is great, what does it need?"

"nothing"

oh it's great.

Suicidal Fish

What have I done to provoke this? I have treated him so badly? This morning, I looked over at one of the bowls on the bathroom counter. Flashes or red spun around inside. I look away for only a second and when I looked back--emptiness. One of the fish jumped! While I was in there! I quickly came to the rescue and put it back in the bowl. But what did I do to it to make it a suicidal fish? I really don't know. I didn't even know they could jump.

The King and I

I got a couple of crowns from burger King and Jansen and I wore them for medieval feast. (this is not Jansen)(or me, obviously).

Hey Stranger pt 2

"I love to reminisce with people I just met. It takes a substantially longer time mind you..."

I read that quote on some newsletter I picked up from burger king today.( i'm gonna rock the crown tomorrow night) It made me laugh. But, hey. Have I ever told you that I'm shy? I mean, I don't really like meeting new people. and come to think about it, I don't like new people meeting me. I find it's to easy to get people wrong. I mean, when I met you for the first time, I never thought I'd like you this much. (that's for whoever reading this that needs and ego boost) I mean, when people meet people, the first impression never does them justice. They don't understand where they are coming from. why they are the way they are. I guess that's life. Like, to quote myself "but....then again, you and I were strangers once too....and really, you even check my blog now...."

The Simple Life

Speaking of such things as the simple life, a life less complicated, I was reminded of a story, a myth it almost seems in my head, cause I can't see it, it doesn't ring true, but apparently, when my parents got married, everyone thought they were crazy, but they both quit their jobs and they were going to "live off the land". now that's kickin it in the simple, less complicated life. It's just so hard for me to grasp cause I never knew my parents back then, I wasn't born yet. But the same that now will buy processed cheese once desired to live off the land. How much we change....

To be or not to be?

The drops poured down from the grey clouds for one of the first times this season. Driving in the rain I felt a certain sence of melancholy. Not a depressed state, but a thoughtful one. Sobering almost. I was thinking on people, relationships in general and as we drove, a line from shakespear ran through my mind...

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances..."

I felt, at that moment, unusually poetic, and so, as we would assume I "what the heck" ed, told the people around me what was going through my head, and we all laughed at my expense, an expense well spent. It was however a really wierd moment, so I thought I'd share it, for as you read this, truly you observe me on the stage, and now my exit comes. Adiue.

The Way I See It....

Life is too complicated. I mean, think about it. The other day I got a tall, sugar-free, hazelnut soy steamed milk. Or at a restaurant. "I'll have the steak burger" "is that a western, or a bbq?" "bbq" "would you like that blue, blue rare, medium rare, rare, medium well or well done" "in between a rare and a medium rare" "and is that with fries, curly fries, onion rings, soup or salad?" "uh, I better have that salad" "tossed, green, ceasar or vegetarian?"(ok I added vegetarian) "whats the difference between the tossed and the green?" "The green has more cucumber" "I'll have the tossed" "Is that with Mediterranean, thousand island, ranch, cool ranch , low fat ranch or herb?" "do you have a low fat cool ranch?" "Yes we do. Is that all or can I get you something else?" ".........thats all, thanks" "can I refill you water while Im here?" "Please"

What was the simple life? I dare say I never lived there. Yet here, in my world of choices, I find myself so often amused my the things I can choose from that I rarely have time to try any of them. Is this a bad thing? I think not, it simply ("simply") means that life, though complicated, will never be boring.

30GB of sanity

Encouraging introverts? Producing anti-social? What is the ipod generation? Here's what I'm thinking about. I turn on an ipod and dance around. I sing out loud. It doesn't' make any sense to anyone else, but cause they see the ipod, it's alright. Perhaps not completely socially acceptable, but at least we can smile and nod. The ipod-ee says "If only you could see hear what's in my head, you'd understand!"

I think I have the ipod way of life with out the little white box. I mean, though I have no ipod, I feel as though I constantly am saying "if only you could see inside my head, if only you could hear! Then, oh then you would understand." The ipod generation is off in their own world. Perhaps I've found that other world rather entertaining also.

Needless to say, new on JAKs Christmas list is a 30GB ipod. Now they are capable of carrying full length features, as well as pod casts and strong bad emails and teen girl squad episodes and all such good things. amazing.

Bikes, OJ and Oprah

Sometimes humans combine things that really make me question our..oh I dunno...sanity perhaps? Perhaps this is normal to you. Maybe you are not as wierded out as me. Stereo types make me laugh. They are so funny. It's like taking the good things in life and becoming an extremist of sorts. Here are two types of people who I never thought would work together. Let me introduce you to Mike. Mike is a fun loving guy who sees the benefit of keeping in top physical condition. He runs 3k each morning before he eats a bowl of those little circles we all love. Sing it with me now.."o-o-o-o cheerios" After that he'll head for his fitness room to ride the bike for a while. Mike, and his bike, love fitness. Joe in the other hand is a couch potato. Exercise is walking to the tv to change the channel when the battery is dead. To the fridge for another cold one. OJ that is. To the bathroom for, well, you know. Joe is a tv junkie.

Now let's try something, shall we? Let's take tvs, and put them on treadmill, on elliptical and on bikes. Is this only ironic to me? Is no one else laughing? Joe and Mike will never be friends. They're to stubbornly living the stereo type. Treadmill and TV's don't mix. They not only serve different purposes, they are arch enemies in their purposes. Treadmill are for running, being active. TV are for nothing, being lazy. sitting. comfort. relaxing. They don't mix, it's like putting a bed in the super market so you can sleep while you shop. You just don't. I saw this combo today and was confused. Now, If you'll excuse me, I have a runnig date with Oprah. Thanks.

tomato tomoto

Knowlege is knowing that a tomato is a fruit.
Wisdom is knowing that it doesn't go in a fruit salad.

observing the wrong things

There's that song we sang as kids..."one of these things just doesn't belong here, one of these things just isn't the same..." Remember? This concept is used in the recent trident SPLASH gum commercials. With country music playing, line dancers at a saloon type pub are kindly joined on the dance floor by a guy in a neon green speedo. Every time I see it, I think of the song. The speedo is green to match the apple raspberry gum.

Having seen the commercial many a time, (even more after the Williams "lake too much tv" incidents....) I knew that it was green, for sure. No questions asked. Then, In Save On foods in williams lake, The giant cut out of this guy was in a red one ( a speedo that is. It was a good shade red for the commercial, but I was confused of why they switch, so I piped out, "hey, that should be a green speeedo" as a worker was passing buy. I didn't see his face, but I have come to the conclusion that that was the funniest thing that happened to him at work, and he went home to his family and discussed the comment over dinner. Then later, so perplexed at why I practically yelled out about a speedo, he looked up the web site to see the commercial. Thinking it was so funny, he went to his own blog and wrote about it, directing his friend to the site, and directing his best regards to, and I quote, "the girl at save on who weirded him out at first, but in a round-about way, showed me the path to this amazing commercial." Here's to splash gum, making williams lake exciting, one speedo at a time.