First, I have to say that I can't say everything I want to say about camp in one post. So I'm not going to try. If I do what I'm thinking in my head that I will do, I will be writing a series of posts dedicated to different topics surrounding camp on which I wish to focus, but we'll see if that happens. Now that that's out of the way....
Camp Formosa 2010 is now behind us. It was a great year. It was far better than great, I think, but just as I'm not going to attempt to say all that can be said about these last two weeks, I'm also not going to attempt to find a qualitative word for it other than "great."
Camp is an opportunity for me to see the body of Christ at work in a spectacular way every day for two weeks straight. That's one of the things I love about it most. And we, as the staff (both weeks), all seemed to be on the same page more than we have been in a long time.
I also love the great gift of relationships. Camp to me also means friends. I got to see so many people that I've known for years, whom I treasure much. And I also got to make many new friends, whom I am excited to see again and get to know more. I hope I get the chance.
During the second week, after we got to know each other a bit on the first night, I talked to my small group girls about why we have camp, what our point is in being there. Our point is Jesus, and we want to share him with others. One of his greatest characteristics is his love. And one of the greatest ways to show love to someone is to build a relationship with them, so that you are then able to speak into their lives. So that's what we do. We foster relationships at Camp Formosa, and we show Jesus to each other.
It was a great time, friends. I'm already eagerly anticipating the day it's time to do it all over again. I love you all more than I could ever effectively communicate. May God bless you in all you do, and I hope our paths cross again soon.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
It's that time of year again.
My one summer tradition is now close at hand.
I have been going to camp since I was a baby, prior to my ability to be able to remember ever not being there. As far as my consciousness is concerned, it's always been a part of my life.
Tomorrow begins my journey to Camp Formosa. Tomorrow night will be spent at my grandma's, then it's on the rest of the way to Formosa.
I'm ready! Then again, I'm not. I don't think one can ever be ready for camp. You just do as much as you can, then jump in and hope you can swim well enough to save your life, maybe even do something impressive. God willing.
This is my official farewell to Internetland. 'Twill be a place I will visit sparingly over the next approximately 18 days. That seems like such a short time, but I promise that when I get in the middle of the Arkansas heat and humidity and the long afternoons, it won't feel short as I'm living it. But once it's over, it'll feel short again.
Lord, focus my attention. Work through me, speak through me, sing through me, love through me. And teach me even more than I can attempt to teach anyone.
I have been going to camp since I was a baby, prior to my ability to be able to remember ever not being there. As far as my consciousness is concerned, it's always been a part of my life.
Tomorrow begins my journey to Camp Formosa. Tomorrow night will be spent at my grandma's, then it's on the rest of the way to Formosa.
I'm ready! Then again, I'm not. I don't think one can ever be ready for camp. You just do as much as you can, then jump in and hope you can swim well enough to save your life, maybe even do something impressive. God willing.
This is my official farewell to Internetland. 'Twill be a place I will visit sparingly over the next approximately 18 days. That seems like such a short time, but I promise that when I get in the middle of the Arkansas heat and humidity and the long afternoons, it won't feel short as I'm living it. But once it's over, it'll feel short again.
Lord, focus my attention. Work through me, speak through me, sing through me, love through me. And teach me even more than I can attempt to teach anyone.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Anything I can do, you can do better.
So...I need to get this off of my chest.
My friends...how do I say this...my friends...make me feel terrible. I love them all dearly. Really, I do. I wish I could express how much I love my friends. But they make me feel terrible.
They don't mean to do it. And I'm not angry with them. At all.
It's just that they're so talented. I seriously know a lot of impressive people. Singers, dancers, painters, artists, thinkers, writers, photographers, musicians, scientists, mathematicians, orators, actors, performers, dreamers, lovers...you name it.
In all honesty, I just want to quit trying sometimes. What else can I do that can't be accomplished by all of these people surrounding me? Because I have, seemingly inevitably, surrounded myself with impressive people. Everywhere.
And I have to fight that attitude. Hard. Like I said, I think no ill of them, and I wish them all success in everything they do. It's the ill-thinking toward myself that's a problem. Self-doubt is one of the greatest, if not THE greatest, de-motivators in existence.
So, now that I've thrown this out there, I should go to bed and try to process this. Again. You know, I even have friends who sleep better than I do. What's up with that?
Disregard what's up with that, what's up with me comparing my sleeping to other people? I seem to have hit a new depth of pitifulness. Oh dear. I'm human, that's what. Maybe one day I'll learn.
My friends...how do I say this...my friends...make me feel terrible. I love them all dearly. Really, I do. I wish I could express how much I love my friends. But they make me feel terrible.
They don't mean to do it. And I'm not angry with them. At all.
It's just that they're so talented. I seriously know a lot of impressive people. Singers, dancers, painters, artists, thinkers, writers, photographers, musicians, scientists, mathematicians, orators, actors, performers, dreamers, lovers...you name it.
In all honesty, I just want to quit trying sometimes. What else can I do that can't be accomplished by all of these people surrounding me? Because I have, seemingly inevitably, surrounded myself with impressive people. Everywhere.
And I have to fight that attitude. Hard. Like I said, I think no ill of them, and I wish them all success in everything they do. It's the ill-thinking toward myself that's a problem. Self-doubt is one of the greatest, if not THE greatest, de-motivators in existence.
So, now that I've thrown this out there, I should go to bed and try to process this. Again. You know, I even have friends who sleep better than I do. What's up with that?
Disregard what's up with that, what's up with me comparing my sleeping to other people? I seem to have hit a new depth of pitifulness. Oh dear. I'm human, that's what. Maybe one day I'll learn.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Lessons from the past.
When I moved from Arkansas to Tennessee the last time, I moved in a hurry. I also moved in a minivan. My mom and I came out here by ourselves with as much stuff as we could cram in, and we lived very meagerly in an apartment by ourselves for two weeks, if I remember that number correctly.
The rest of my family and more of our possessions eventually came, but for four years there has been a room full of my stuff that never made the trip over here.
Yesterday, Sunday, May 16th, before coming back to the Boro, my family and I went up to our home on Wye Mountain, and loaded up my car with everything that we could make fit. After not seeing those things for four years, it was like Christmas. Bigger than Christmas, really, because I've never acquired so many things at once. Today was spent unloading everything from my car and stacking in along my bedroom walls.
I have explained all this to you, because while sifting through everything today, I ran across a couple of things that I thought would make perfect blog fodder.
When my parents bought me the animated movie Anastasia for my tenth birthday, it came with a book titled My Anastasia Memory Book. In it, it says things like "Anastasia loved to dance with her father when she was little" and then it gives you space to write down things about yourself when you were little. The whole book is essentially a place for you to write about yourself, with every subject in relation to Anastasia. Anastasia has a family, I bet you do too! Who are your friends? Anastasia had great friends, too. So on and so forth.
I, of course, loved this book. And my ten-year-old self wrote in it. In the section dedicated to favorites, there is a blank to list your favorite song. Music lover that I have always been, I couldn't narrow all of the many songs out there to one favorite. I crammed as much as I could onto that one line, and then I continued listing out into blank space as well as onto another line set aside for another favorite. (It was favorite magazine. I wasn't a magazine reader, so it's all good. I'm still not.)
Reading those songs today made me laugh. My musical horizons have broadened and my tastes have changed. Out of all of them, there's only one that I would still put on a favorites list today. The list reads as follows (be prepared to laugh):
My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion
Testify to Love - Avalon
My Friend (So Long) - dc Talk
Jesus Freak - dc Talk
Lean On Me - dc Talk's version, although I appreciated Bill Withers too (Even though I didn't know his name was Bill Withers.)
Man, I Feel Like A Woman - Shania Twain
Don't Be Stupid - Shania Twain
From This Moment On - Shania Twain
So I was obviously heavy on dc Talk and Shania Twain. The last time I listened to Shania Twain was......................... And the last time I listened to dc Talk was today. So I obviously only still care about one of those. By the way, odd combination of favorites. But that's always been me, listening to The Devil Went Down to Georgia one minute and El Shaddai the next. (Side note: I'm pretty sure I still know all the words to Man, I Feel Like A Woman, despite not having heard it in years.)
My next find is slightly less comical and the one I wanted to talk about most. It's a list I titled, "What I Want." It's just on a sheet of loose leaf paper and it's not dated, so I'm not entirely sure when I wrote this. But taking into consideration my handwriting, the content of the list, and the very fuzzy memory I have of writing it, I'm going to say I was somewhere from 12 to 14. I'm thinking I may have been 13, but it's possible I could be off a year.
I think this list is very telling, not only about me, but about how I grew up. Here it is:
What I Want
A very Big House
big Kitchen
big Living Room
big Library
Bedroom for me
My own big Bathroom
Room for Mom and Dad
their Bathroom
Bedroom for Calyn
Bedroom for Austyn
Bathroom for them both
10 guest rooms
3 or more other Bathrooms
Project Room
Formal Dining Room with Big Table
Entertainment Room (TV etc.)
Game Room (Pool Table, etc.)
Walk-in Closet in my Room
Whatever Closet Everybody else wants
Coat Closet
Large Bathtub in my Bathroom
Walk-in Shower in my Bathroom
Lots of Cabinets and Counter Top Space in my Bathroom
All the Best Appliances in the Kitchen
Laundry Room
Brand New Washer and Dryer in Laundry Room
I want to wake up around the time the sun comes up
I want to go to bed no later than 9:00
Keep the house clean
Do all my schoolwork
Wash clothes and dishes
Make things
Go places
Have Enough Money to Help People
Be able to Buy what we Need and some of what we want
Make Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner
Have People Over
Have a Garden with Flowers and Vegetables and Herbs
Feel Better
Not Waste Money going to the Movie Theater and Renting Movies
The much used phrase "the more things change, the more they stay the same" comes to mind. At 22 years of age, I am still the same person who wrote this list, yet someone different as well.
There are some things on this list that a part of me still wants, but there's another part of me that has come to let them go because I know there's something better. Like the nice, big house, for instance. Who knows, I may have a nice big house before I die. But my living space has become much less important to me. A big house could be a good thing, but like any material possession, it would tie me to itself. So I'm all in favor of being minimal and simplistic. A feeling I already had even then, as evidenced by my want to not waste money on movies. I still hold that want in a slightly less harsh measure. At the time, I really did despise the idea of going to the movie theater, but I'm fine now with going on occasion for the really special ones. Which is why I spent a small bundle on three tickets to see Alice In Wonderland in IMAX and felt no guilt.
Sleep was also very obviously already a point of concern for me. A morning person I have never been, and I have spent my life in varying states of consciousness through the night. It's easier now as an adult to make good use of time spent awake at night, but as a child there wasn't much I could do. Parents want their children to sleep at night, so they make them go to bed, turn out the light, and be still and quiet. Obedient as I was, I did all of those things, even when I would turn over and look at the clock at 1 AM and wonder why I was looking at the clock instead of exploring my dreams. It was distressing and it still is on the rare occasions I find myself lying in the bed, unable to do anything else.
And what 13-year-old wants to do work? Me, obviously. I was such a domestic child. And a mom. Cleaning the house and making a meal for everyone was a completely normal idea for me. If my mother had asked me at the time to make Thanksgiving dinner practically by myself like I did last year, I probably wouldn't have batted an eye. I've been taking care of people, if not my whole life, at least since 1990 when my first brother was born.
I also detect loneliness in this list, and a great desire to be with people. I wanted my big house to be filled with people, not only living there, but visiting often. And I wanted to "go places." Why? To visit people. That's still why I want to go places, and why I've been to almost every state that borders my own in the last year as well as some that don't. And I've also had an increased number of houseguests in the past year. I guess my wants are finally becoming haves.
In relation to that loneliness, the want I find to be most poignant is "feel better." Teenage years are confusing for most, and such was the case with me. My confusion, though, came from how bad I felt so much of the time. "Rebellion" tends to be the word that people use to characterize teenagers, but "depression" would be a more accurate one for me. I think it peaked the first time when I was 15, but from about 13 to 17, I felt like there was a cloud hanging over my head most of the time. There was brief respite when I was 17, then it came back for one more storm complete with tornadoes, a storm to blow away all previous ones, in my 18th year. And I can tell you why it happened that way, although I won't go into it right now. I did a lot of looking inward during those years.
I think that was the whole purpose of making this list. The "Not Waste Money going to the Movie Theater and Renting Movies" seems like an after thought. "Feel Better" should be the end. I wanted all of these things because I believed they would make me feel better. People would make me happy. Order would make me happy. Less struggle would make me happy. I'm glad I've learned that's not the case.
I've learned a lot of things. Such as the reason kids were so hard to relate to was because I wasn't really one. I was a grandmother trapped within a child's frame, not aware that I was such, therefore trying my best to be a kid and not being very successful. I've also learned that Shania Twain isn't the greatest thing since color television. Who knew?
The rest of my family and more of our possessions eventually came, but for four years there has been a room full of my stuff that never made the trip over here.
Yesterday, Sunday, May 16th, before coming back to the Boro, my family and I went up to our home on Wye Mountain, and loaded up my car with everything that we could make fit. After not seeing those things for four years, it was like Christmas. Bigger than Christmas, really, because I've never acquired so many things at once. Today was spent unloading everything from my car and stacking in along my bedroom walls.
I have explained all this to you, because while sifting through everything today, I ran across a couple of things that I thought would make perfect blog fodder.
When my parents bought me the animated movie Anastasia for my tenth birthday, it came with a book titled My Anastasia Memory Book. In it, it says things like "Anastasia loved to dance with her father when she was little" and then it gives you space to write down things about yourself when you were little. The whole book is essentially a place for you to write about yourself, with every subject in relation to Anastasia. Anastasia has a family, I bet you do too! Who are your friends? Anastasia had great friends, too. So on and so forth.
I, of course, loved this book. And my ten-year-old self wrote in it. In the section dedicated to favorites, there is a blank to list your favorite song. Music lover that I have always been, I couldn't narrow all of the many songs out there to one favorite. I crammed as much as I could onto that one line, and then I continued listing out into blank space as well as onto another line set aside for another favorite. (It was favorite magazine. I wasn't a magazine reader, so it's all good. I'm still not.)
Reading those songs today made me laugh. My musical horizons have broadened and my tastes have changed. Out of all of them, there's only one that I would still put on a favorites list today. The list reads as follows (be prepared to laugh):
My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion
Testify to Love - Avalon
My Friend (So Long) - dc Talk
Jesus Freak - dc Talk
Lean On Me - dc Talk's version, although I appreciated Bill Withers too (Even though I didn't know his name was Bill Withers.)
Man, I Feel Like A Woman - Shania Twain
Don't Be Stupid - Shania Twain
From This Moment On - Shania Twain
So I was obviously heavy on dc Talk and Shania Twain. The last time I listened to Shania Twain was......................... And the last time I listened to dc Talk was today. So I obviously only still care about one of those. By the way, odd combination of favorites. But that's always been me, listening to The Devil Went Down to Georgia one minute and El Shaddai the next. (Side note: I'm pretty sure I still know all the words to Man, I Feel Like A Woman, despite not having heard it in years.)
My next find is slightly less comical and the one I wanted to talk about most. It's a list I titled, "What I Want." It's just on a sheet of loose leaf paper and it's not dated, so I'm not entirely sure when I wrote this. But taking into consideration my handwriting, the content of the list, and the very fuzzy memory I have of writing it, I'm going to say I was somewhere from 12 to 14. I'm thinking I may have been 13, but it's possible I could be off a year.
I think this list is very telling, not only about me, but about how I grew up. Here it is:
What I Want
A very Big House
big Kitchen
big Living Room
big Library
Bedroom for me
My own big Bathroom
Room for Mom and Dad
their Bathroom
Bedroom for Calyn
Bedroom for Austyn
Bathroom for them both
10 guest rooms
3 or more other Bathrooms
Project Room
Formal Dining Room with Big Table
Entertainment Room (TV etc.)
Game Room (Pool Table, etc.)
Walk-in Closet in my Room
Whatever Closet Everybody else wants
Coat Closet
Large Bathtub in my Bathroom
Walk-in Shower in my Bathroom
Lots of Cabinets and Counter Top Space in my Bathroom
All the Best Appliances in the Kitchen
Laundry Room
Brand New Washer and Dryer in Laundry Room
I want to wake up around the time the sun comes up
I want to go to bed no later than 9:00
Keep the house clean
Do all my schoolwork
Wash clothes and dishes
Make things
Go places
Have Enough Money to Help People
Be able to Buy what we Need and some of what we want
Make Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner
Have People Over
Have a Garden with Flowers and Vegetables and Herbs
Feel Better
Not Waste Money going to the Movie Theater and Renting Movies
The much used phrase "the more things change, the more they stay the same" comes to mind. At 22 years of age, I am still the same person who wrote this list, yet someone different as well.
There are some things on this list that a part of me still wants, but there's another part of me that has come to let them go because I know there's something better. Like the nice, big house, for instance. Who knows, I may have a nice big house before I die. But my living space has become much less important to me. A big house could be a good thing, but like any material possession, it would tie me to itself. So I'm all in favor of being minimal and simplistic. A feeling I already had even then, as evidenced by my want to not waste money on movies. I still hold that want in a slightly less harsh measure. At the time, I really did despise the idea of going to the movie theater, but I'm fine now with going on occasion for the really special ones. Which is why I spent a small bundle on three tickets to see Alice In Wonderland in IMAX and felt no guilt.
Sleep was also very obviously already a point of concern for me. A morning person I have never been, and I have spent my life in varying states of consciousness through the night. It's easier now as an adult to make good use of time spent awake at night, but as a child there wasn't much I could do. Parents want their children to sleep at night, so they make them go to bed, turn out the light, and be still and quiet. Obedient as I was, I did all of those things, even when I would turn over and look at the clock at 1 AM and wonder why I was looking at the clock instead of exploring my dreams. It was distressing and it still is on the rare occasions I find myself lying in the bed, unable to do anything else.
And what 13-year-old wants to do work? Me, obviously. I was such a domestic child. And a mom. Cleaning the house and making a meal for everyone was a completely normal idea for me. If my mother had asked me at the time to make Thanksgiving dinner practically by myself like I did last year, I probably wouldn't have batted an eye. I've been taking care of people, if not my whole life, at least since 1990 when my first brother was born.
I also detect loneliness in this list, and a great desire to be with people. I wanted my big house to be filled with people, not only living there, but visiting often. And I wanted to "go places." Why? To visit people. That's still why I want to go places, and why I've been to almost every state that borders my own in the last year as well as some that don't. And I've also had an increased number of houseguests in the past year. I guess my wants are finally becoming haves.
In relation to that loneliness, the want I find to be most poignant is "feel better." Teenage years are confusing for most, and such was the case with me. My confusion, though, came from how bad I felt so much of the time. "Rebellion" tends to be the word that people use to characterize teenagers, but "depression" would be a more accurate one for me. I think it peaked the first time when I was 15, but from about 13 to 17, I felt like there was a cloud hanging over my head most of the time. There was brief respite when I was 17, then it came back for one more storm complete with tornadoes, a storm to blow away all previous ones, in my 18th year. And I can tell you why it happened that way, although I won't go into it right now. I did a lot of looking inward during those years.
I think that was the whole purpose of making this list. The "Not Waste Money going to the Movie Theater and Renting Movies" seems like an after thought. "Feel Better" should be the end. I wanted all of these things because I believed they would make me feel better. People would make me happy. Order would make me happy. Less struggle would make me happy. I'm glad I've learned that's not the case.
I've learned a lot of things. Such as the reason kids were so hard to relate to was because I wasn't really one. I was a grandmother trapped within a child's frame, not aware that I was such, therefore trying my best to be a kid and not being very successful. I've also learned that Shania Twain isn't the greatest thing since color television. Who knew?
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Full.
The farther you fall out of the blogging habit, the harder it is to cultivate it again.
This is a lesson that I have come to learn in recent times. I think often that I want to blog, but I always find some reason to not do it right now. What makes it especially hard to get back on the wagon is the fact that I have incorporated my life into most of what I've written. Lots of life has happened, and I don't know where to begin. Or rather, I know where I could begin, but it will take a big commitment to get through everything, and life is still happening rapidly enough that I do not yet have the time to spare to get through everything.
I keep telling myself that I'll get to it at some point. At some point when I slow down.
But I'm beginning to wonder if I will ever slow down. I figured I would have a little bit of downtime as soon as school was over, but plans changed. I'm taking advantage of opportunities that were closed to me while school was in session, and I'm doing my best to live life and enjoy people while I can.
I'm certainly not complaining about living life to its fullest extents. I'm happy that I can. But I'm wondering where blogging is going to fit into the picture. Blogging helps me to look closely at things and make sense of them. To glean valuable lessons and wisdom from all that goes on in my life. Which is something that I'm inclined to do, and that I value. But as of right now, I'm looking at the box that is my life and I don't see any room. Maybe a small hole here and there, just big enough for a stray thought to quickly slip through. Like this one.
This is a lesson that I have come to learn in recent times. I think often that I want to blog, but I always find some reason to not do it right now. What makes it especially hard to get back on the wagon is the fact that I have incorporated my life into most of what I've written. Lots of life has happened, and I don't know where to begin. Or rather, I know where I could begin, but it will take a big commitment to get through everything, and life is still happening rapidly enough that I do not yet have the time to spare to get through everything.
I keep telling myself that I'll get to it at some point. At some point when I slow down.
But I'm beginning to wonder if I will ever slow down. I figured I would have a little bit of downtime as soon as school was over, but plans changed. I'm taking advantage of opportunities that were closed to me while school was in session, and I'm doing my best to live life and enjoy people while I can.
I'm certainly not complaining about living life to its fullest extents. I'm happy that I can. But I'm wondering where blogging is going to fit into the picture. Blogging helps me to look closely at things and make sense of them. To glean valuable lessons and wisdom from all that goes on in my life. Which is something that I'm inclined to do, and that I value. But as of right now, I'm looking at the box that is my life and I don't see any room. Maybe a small hole here and there, just big enough for a stray thought to quickly slip through. Like this one.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Fannee Doolee and me.
When I was a pre-teen/adolescent, one of my favorite shows was Zoom on PBS Kids. It was pretty awesome.
Why? Because it was funny. And they also showed you how to make things. And taught you basic principles of science. And a whole lot of other stuff that would fit the topic of normal conversation in a classroom. And they spoke Ubbi Dubbi.
One of the segments I liked, that was purely for fun (well, except for the fact that it got you to think), was called Fannee Doolee. And the only reason I know how to spell that, was because they had a song for it, which I just sang while typing it. "F, A, double N, double E, D, double O, L, double E!"
Anyway, Fannee Doolee was a very odd person. Not just because of her name. She always seemed like she couldn't make up her mind.
We never saw Fannee Doolee. I always wondered what she looked like. I always pictured her in a big floppy hat.
Floppy hat, or no, she was talked about a lot. During the Fannee Doolee segement, the kids would take turns saying things about her. Always odd things. Which is what led me to assess that she was an odd person.
Everything the kids said about Fannee Doolee was something like this, "Fannee Doolee likes to swim, but she doesn't like water. Why do you think that is?" I don't remember if that was exactly true about Fannee Doolee, but it seems like it could be. It seemed like everything she liked, she also disliked simultaneously. How can you like to swim, but then not like water? Hence the ever repeated question, "Why do you think that is?"
I never could figure Fannee Doolee out. Why was it that she liked books, but didn't like to read? 1.) That's unthinkable, 2.) it seems impossible. Without reading, what would she get from them? A many-paged paper weight? She drove me a little crazy with all of her contradictions.
But I think I'm a lot like Fannee Doolee. I like strawberry flovored things and things made with strawberries, but I don't like strawberries. I don't ever want to eat a tomato, but I consume ketchup like it's a main course. And preparing, experimenting with, creating with food is one of my favorite things in the world to do, yet I tire of eating rather easily. I could stand in a kitchen and play with food all day long, and never eat a bite of it. Which isn't especially hard to do if I'm making something I don't like. Which I will do. Because I'm also a picky eater, but I will eagerly cook something that I have no interest in putting into my mouth. Just don't expect me to taste-test it, because I'll pucker up my mouth and say it tastes bad even if you don't think it does.
Why do you think that is?
Why? Because it was funny. And they also showed you how to make things. And taught you basic principles of science. And a whole lot of other stuff that would fit the topic of normal conversation in a classroom. And they spoke Ubbi Dubbi.
One of the segments I liked, that was purely for fun (well, except for the fact that it got you to think), was called Fannee Doolee. And the only reason I know how to spell that, was because they had a song for it, which I just sang while typing it. "F, A, double N, double E, D, double O, L, double E!"
Anyway, Fannee Doolee was a very odd person. Not just because of her name. She always seemed like she couldn't make up her mind.
We never saw Fannee Doolee. I always wondered what she looked like. I always pictured her in a big floppy hat.
Floppy hat, or no, she was talked about a lot. During the Fannee Doolee segement, the kids would take turns saying things about her. Always odd things. Which is what led me to assess that she was an odd person.
Everything the kids said about Fannee Doolee was something like this, "Fannee Doolee likes to swim, but she doesn't like water. Why do you think that is?" I don't remember if that was exactly true about Fannee Doolee, but it seems like it could be. It seemed like everything she liked, she also disliked simultaneously. How can you like to swim, but then not like water? Hence the ever repeated question, "Why do you think that is?"
I never could figure Fannee Doolee out. Why was it that she liked books, but didn't like to read? 1.) That's unthinkable, 2.) it seems impossible. Without reading, what would she get from them? A many-paged paper weight? She drove me a little crazy with all of her contradictions.
But I think I'm a lot like Fannee Doolee. I like strawberry flovored things and things made with strawberries, but I don't like strawberries. I don't ever want to eat a tomato, but I consume ketchup like it's a main course. And preparing, experimenting with, creating with food is one of my favorite things in the world to do, yet I tire of eating rather easily. I could stand in a kitchen and play with food all day long, and never eat a bite of it. Which isn't especially hard to do if I'm making something I don't like. Which I will do. Because I'm also a picky eater, but I will eagerly cook something that I have no interest in putting into my mouth. Just don't expect me to taste-test it, because I'll pucker up my mouth and say it tastes bad even if you don't think it does.
Why do you think that is?
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Study Day
Thursday, April 29th, 2010. It's study day for the population of Middle Tennessee State University. Finals week begins tomorrow.
I was rejoicing yesterday at the last day of classes having finally arrived and then passed at 3:45 PM. The end of classes for me means no more daily homework, final projects are all behind me, and, most importantly, I don't have to go to class! All that's left are six tests, and that feels like a breeze at this point.
By late morning on Wednesday, my junior year will officially be complete. *cue sigh of relief*
I was rejoicing yesterday at the last day of classes having finally arrived and then passed at 3:45 PM. The end of classes for me means no more daily homework, final projects are all behind me, and, most importantly, I don't have to go to class! All that's left are six tests, and that feels like a breeze at this point.
By late morning on Wednesday, my junior year will officially be complete. *cue sigh of relief*
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