Downsizing my living situation

So I have recently moved to a smaller house... it is smaller but there is definitely more room. I went from a 10 by 10 with no windows in the basement to the master bedroom of this new house (new to me, that is). I have only 5 housemates instead of the 7 last year. I do miss my old roomies though.

I have been at the new place for nearly a month, but unpacking is a slow process. My room is chaos, so I avoid it, so it remains chaos. Even as I type, I should be hanging blinds and putting things away, but I opted to take a walk and come to the library. Somehow I thought this would motivate me to pursue a more together bedroom after walking home. I may need ice cream too... then maybe I will be motivated to do that. Ah... ice cream - the great motivator.

Sisterhood of the traveling army men

To my sisters out there... and you know who you are :-)

I have not heard much from the sisterhood. I did hear one of you was recently in town staying with a special someone's family. I beleive J-Spice will be due to sending the troops onward soon.

I watched the movie last night... Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants from whence came the inspiration to continue with the passing of the little green men. I laughed I cried. Anyway, it made me think of the three of you... Lu, Liz, Jano. I miss you all dearly and hope you are doing well. On a lighter note, I went with Aves who is in town for the night. She literally sobbed during the movie. I don't know that I have ever seen anyone do that in a theater (3$ of course). It made me laugh.... I did cry too, I am not heartless. Anyway, I recommend it for your viewing pleasure - no swearing, no sex. It is just friends doing what friends do.

Calamine S@#$%@R

So I have been painting alot. It can be a fairly monotonous job. But, I like it. I work for LCS Interiors (look us up if you need some paintin'). It stands for Life Church Staff Interiors. Kinda funny. Well the other day we were painting at the home of some parentals of a fellow Life Church-er. It was a new build. Many many colors. Faily neutral most of them. Except the very pepto master bath. The owners were a little concerned about their choice so they asked me to mix in some Arizona Tan (this is the color of cabbage patch kid flesh). So the new color was a little less for the irritable stomach and a little more for those hexed with poison ivy... it was the color of calamine lotion. So as I was cutting in above the entrance to the master water closet... I noticed that the contractors evidently label the doors as they put them in the house so they know where to put them. This particular door had one word: "Shitter". "I laughed, I cried, it was like cats. I want to do it again and again." So goes the life of a painter.... monotony, monotony, monotony, hearty belly laugh, monotony, feeling of accomplishment.

In other news the staff retreat that I attended was amazing. Evidently, we are going to explore what simplicity could mean to us as a staff this year. We did much jet skiing or wave running, whatever you want to call it. I cannot wake board as the retreat revealed. All in all, it was a blast. I came home as tired as I went, but it was worth it. The staff is amazing. I am privileged. We studied BLUE LIKE JAZZ - a great read for all. We also looked at MESSY SPIRITUALITY which blows the "I'm fine" type of Christian out of the water. Evidently, no one is fine and we need to stop pretending that we have our (calamine lotion colored door label)together.

Hasta.

(mom - please forgive the profanity for the sake of the funny story)

Cabbage Patch Kid Flesh Tone

So I have been painting at one houes. (Happily out of an office). I suppose when you pour hours of yourself into painting a place and look at it to admire your handywork... it is nice when you enjoy the colors. Not so this house. Seven colors on the first floor alone... ranging from cabbage patch kid flesh tone to calamine lotion or pepto bismal pink. Very nice indeed.

I am going away for a few days to Springfield Illinois for a staff retreat. Its on a lake. I am excited to leave here for a bit. A little worried about the skiing and jet skiing as I am still without health insurance... oh well. It will be fun.

IS THERE SOMETHING IN MY TEETH?

So I recently acquired a new job... that would be the fifth. This one, contrary to my profile is going somewhere and I am excited about it. However... this is how the "interview" went...

First of all, I was running way early. I was to meet the "ELDER TEAM"- ominous sounding, huh?- at 730. At 710 I was nearly there. So I stopped briefly at the bank. Then I went to the house where I am sure I was told it was to take place... nothing. There was noone there. So I called and found out it was at another house, but at least in the same neighborhood. When I walked in... Everyone looked at me. Than I sat and everyone looked at me. Than I answered questions and everyone was still looking at me. I understand of course that it was an interview as informal as it was. But perhaps it is that I am so used to being with this group of people in very social situations that it was wierd to be the object of their attention. They asked "interview-ish" type questions... how much time will I spend, my strengths or weaknesses, what would I love to do if money were never an issue - hardest among the questions.

I stumbled over words. I used words that I do not usually use. I think I said "automobile" instead of "car" - WHO DOES THAT? Anyway, the whole time, I felt like I had something in my teeth the way they were looking at me. As it is, it turned out well. I have the job - I will be leading college ministries at my church - these people take care of me.
(soap box)
Church is a good thing
(soap box over)

BOY - SEE ME!

I recently went on a 20-hour-in-one-day road trip with my sister and her 4 kids and her minivan. It was long. The second youngest - a 3 year old diva - could oft be heard in the background trying to get her brother's attention: BOY! SEE ME! I love that she insists on calling her brother by his gender rather than his name. The trip as a whole was without any eventful occurances - I suppose that is good.

I am currently working in an office - I thought I would sooner chew glass than do this again... but here I find myself. Today as I returned from lunch, a group of women from the office were enjoying cake at an outside bridal shower. They asked me to join them for cake. As I walked through the middle of a large circle of office women plopped on the ground, I failed to notice the large hole in the dirt that was evidently put there soley for my misery. YEP- I stepped in it. The crowd of business casual clad woman gasped in unison. I however did not falter. I simply smirked and said... there's a hole - trying desperately to not cringe in pain. I won. This is one of those times when I wished noone would "see me".