Lengua

Today I went to a Mexican restaurant for lunch... it was a take out burrito type place, although not Chipotle. I think it was called "Fast Burrito"... I guess they wanted their name to express what it was they did. Anyways, they had on the menu "Lengua Burrito". (translation: tongue). I know that it is culturally insensitive to be grossed out, but I was. I just imagine a gigantore tongue hanging out in my burrito. I feel like it would taste me back or something.

In other culturally insensitive news.... okay, I have no other. But has anyone else noticed the influx of "intentional Christian Communities"? I have to admit, I am definitely drawn to this idea of communal living as the early church did it. However, I am generally a little leary of the "commom purse" and a distict lack of medical insurance. Some of these communities feel like they will financially take care of a member in need of medical attention... all good unless its open heart surgery or something. Those 2 items are really my only objections to living in this kind of community... The Simple Way is a church that does this well in Philadelphia. There is also one in Chicago (besides JPUSA) that has its rootes in the Menno-Simmons vein of protestantism (that's Mennonite -my roots). So is the rest of Christendom, if there is such a thing anymore, completely off in our pursuit of early church type community minus the commune? Is it even possible? I pray it is.

pacifism and community for all....


K

I am sure that something happened very recently that made me think... hmmm, that would be fun to put in my blog. Now, for the life of me, I cannot remember what that was. Whatever.

Last week I went to my sister's to paint... well really I did a venetian plaster finish. It looks great (despite what some older generation people may say). Of course, it was mostly fun to see my sister and family. The kids are getting huge. I am still "Tohma" by the Diva. She is a funny girl. Kids are funny. I wish I had some stories to tell, but as I mentioned, they elude me right now.

Peace and great memories to remember.

CLUE

Rubert, Slurp and other fun things

So about 10 days ago, I bought a fish - a female Beta. She was Ruby. She died. So yesterday I bought a male Beta. He is Rubert. He has not died. I also bought a snail to keep the tank cleaner. The snails name is Slurp. I wanted to name him Suck, but that seemed a bit demeening. Why the fish all of the sudden, you ask? That goes back to my dear friend Jess who, 10 days ago, told me of her unfortunate pet fish mishap. Here is how the story goes...

She was cleaning the fish's bowl (it had no name) and put it in a cereal bowl on the counter while she conditioned the new water in the fish bowl and let it get to room temperature. When she returned an hour or whatever later, the fish was not longer in the cereal bowl. Perplexed, she checked everywhere: the floor, the counter..... the bottom of her shoew (yuck). The unnamed fish was nowhere to be found. Until she realized that the cereal bowl was somewhat near the sink. And the sink had... yes, the sink had a garbage disposal in it. So... horrified, Jess found a flashlight and shined it into the could be cold metal fish grave. And there it was... the fish. So she ran water down into the disposal and the fish started splashing around. He's Alive!!! Well the next half an hour was spent fishing (haha) for the fish. She eventually was able to pull him out wedged between a plastic spoon and a not quite disposaled piece of celery. Jess returned him to his home and watched hopefully as he would sink to the bottom then swim to the top repeatedly. In the morning, he was no longer with us.

This story, while tragic, would not be so odd if you had never heard Jessica's previous animals in wierd places in the apartment stories. My favorite of course is that one morning (after using the bathroom) she was getting ready to go to work. SHe heard a splashing in the toilet. So, Jess flushed it. More splashing. So she took the handle end of the plunger and just slightly lifted the lid... a giant black wing shot out of the toilet. Yes, a giant black bird was in her toilet. How it got there is a mystery today... was it there before she went to the bathroom, noone knows. She called maintenance and they got it out. Great story.