Andrea started this game on Kindred Spirits and tagged me. I am not going to tag anyone, so just answer if you feel like it. Or answer one. Or something cool like that.
Here's the scoop on how to play: I pick 5 occupations out of the list below and post my answers. Then I tag 3 other people to post their answers on their blog. If I tag you, and you don't want to be a part of this, then that is okay. Just let me know and I'll tag someone else. Make sure you note who tagged you!
The "questions": If I could be a scientist...If I could be a farmer...If I could be a musician...If I could be a doctor...If I could be a painter...If I could be a gardener...If I could be a missionary...If I could be a chef...If I could be an architect...If I could be a linguist...If I could be a psychologist...If I could be a librarian...If I could be an athlete...If I could be a lawyer...If I could be an inn-keeper...If I could be a professor...If I could be a writer...If I could be a llama-rider...If I could be a bonnie pirate...If I could be an astronaut...If I could be a world famous blogger...If I could be a justice on any one court in the world...If I could be married to any current famous political figure...
My Answers ~
1. If I could be a scientist, I would most definitely be a marine biologist living someplace very near an ocean and be an underwater photographer on the side.
2. If I could be a farmer, I would grow fields of sunflowers and spelt. And I would get to wear one of those very cool straw hats.
3. If I could be a missionary, I would go to Mexico. I would even learn let myself learn Spanish, which I have no desire whatsoever to do.
4. If I could be a psycholgist, I would write my own theory of development by combining all of the best parts of every theory I had ever read and discard the rest, and work only with children. Or else I would discover how to help young girls who have struggled with eating disorders.
5. If I could be an astronaut, I would be fulfilling a dream I have had ever since I was a child. Although, I really don't think I would want to be an astronaut now, and would probably be too terrified to set foot in a space shuttle. Hey, it sounded fun with I was little. I guess I would rather just be an astronomer.
4.30.2005
4.26.2005
The Surrealness
Today I feel as though I am floating above the surface of my life. But not because I feel that I am looking in on something that looks perfect. The past three days have been interesting...
A few nights ago I got a call from Brian. I went along talking about my day (because he so kindly asks about me first), and a few minutes later found out he had just been shot in the hand. Because we serve a God who loves to show us mercy beyond our comprehension each day of our small lives, the shot was from a bb and it only hit his hand. The more I think about that, the more amazed I am. Unfortunatley, the next day, for about 10 seconds, I believed him when he told me his hand had to be cut off because of gangrene. Yay for Anna, she is gullible.
I would love to believe that today was only something I dreamed. Only, I know better than that, because these things happen for a reason. Good things happened as well though, of course!
"You've been mostly dead all day" is the way I feel. A girl in my class tonight says she is sure she has mono. I don't think that would be a good thing to have, but I sort of feel like it is a possibility. I pray it isn't though.
For my sisters, I have to say this:
"sometimes ups
out-number the downs,
but not in Nottingham"
(yes, that is from Robin Hood.)
Life is beautiful, what can I say?
A few nights ago I got a call from Brian. I went along talking about my day (because he so kindly asks about me first), and a few minutes later found out he had just been shot in the hand. Because we serve a God who loves to show us mercy beyond our comprehension each day of our small lives, the shot was from a bb and it only hit his hand. The more I think about that, the more amazed I am. Unfortunatley, the next day, for about 10 seconds, I believed him when he told me his hand had to be cut off because of gangrene. Yay for Anna, she is gullible.
I would love to believe that today was only something I dreamed. Only, I know better than that, because these things happen for a reason. Good things happened as well though, of course!
"You've been mostly dead all day" is the way I feel. A girl in my class tonight says she is sure she has mono. I don't think that would be a good thing to have, but I sort of feel like it is a possibility. I pray it isn't though.
For my sisters, I have to say this:
"sometimes ups
out-number the downs,
but not in Nottingham"
(yes, that is from Robin Hood.)
Life is beautiful, what can I say?
4.21.2005
The things I learn from my father...
So yesterday was National Stoner's Day. And we totally missed it...
Apparently it has been around since the 70's, but because of connections made possible through the wonderful world wide web, a whole lot more people know about it. The plan was to gather in one spot at 4:20pm and smoke a joint together, and from there, why stop, right? My dad heard this on NPR...I find it very interesting.
My father (being the chemist that he is) told me today that snow traps a lot of nitrogen and is a natural fertilizer for the grass as it melts. He tried to explain to me how this works, but I was content to trust him that it does...
He also bought me an iPod for graduation. Can you believe it? I can't. I didn't think he really was going to. He even seems to be almost as excited about it as I am.
So this week my hot water bottle and Emergen-C packets have been my greatest friends. I threatened myself that I would have to go to the doctor today if I woke up feeling worse. I guess it worked, because I think I am getting better. Plus, it's supposed to warm up again beginning tomorrow. Life goes on. ;-)
Apparently it has been around since the 70's, but because of connections made possible through the wonderful world wide web, a whole lot more people know about it. The plan was to gather in one spot at 4:20pm and smoke a joint together, and from there, why stop, right? My dad heard this on NPR...I find it very interesting.
My father (being the chemist that he is) told me today that snow traps a lot of nitrogen and is a natural fertilizer for the grass as it melts. He tried to explain to me how this works, but I was content to trust him that it does...
He also bought me an iPod for graduation. Can you believe it? I can't. I didn't think he really was going to. He even seems to be almost as excited about it as I am.
So this week my hot water bottle and Emergen-C packets have been my greatest friends. I threatened myself that I would have to go to the doctor today if I woke up feeling worse. I guess it worked, because I think I am getting better. Plus, it's supposed to warm up again beginning tomorrow. Life goes on. ;-)
4.20.2005
Andrea, this is all for you.
This post is for Andrea.
Thanks to your convincing, I did not venture out into the snow and drive to class this afternoon only to find that it had been cancelled. No, I stayed at home where it is (kind of) nice and warm. Pitcures are the best I can do. ;-)
Poor things. This is after it stopped snowing and started to slowly melt.
If there was a reward for the wettest snow, we would win. The trampoline and the trees are sagging down from the weight.
4.15.2005
"I ain't gonna let you rain on this parade"
Exactly two weeks from today, Friday, April 15th, I will be done with classes (officially). Then, the following Tuesday, I will be officially done with finals and my years at Montana State University-Billings will be complteted. Forever. I hope to never set foot on that campus again. ;-) This is a joyous thought for me...
Today is one of those happy days, what can I say? Nothing has even happened, and the weather outside is not as nice as I had hoped for, but it is a great day, none the less. The Lord is gracious.
After taking a brief pause from what my typing, I am aware that my happiness is too often based on my life, on my money, on my friends, my family, and whatever the situation of the day may be. Something is out of proportion in this picture. I do not stop to think to myself that the Lord is gracious when I am having a bad day; when I am feeling the stress of school, or worrying my little head with things far beyond my control. Instead, I mope around feeling sorry for myself wishing I were someone else, or somewhere else, or both. Then there are times when I am reminded of this, such as right now, and what do I do about it? Nothing. Yes, that's right. I do nothing. I am too content in my making my own little world where my life seems to be going great, according to my will, and I keep running with that, rather than realizing the undeserved wonderful day God has given to me.
"O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy grace now, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here's my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above."
"take my hopes and take my dreams,
so that Your vision may be mine"
These are thoughts of a wandering mind...
Today is one of those happy days, what can I say? Nothing has even happened, and the weather outside is not as nice as I had hoped for, but it is a great day, none the less. The Lord is gracious.
After taking a brief pause from what my typing, I am aware that my happiness is too often based on my life, on my money, on my friends, my family, and whatever the situation of the day may be. Something is out of proportion in this picture. I do not stop to think to myself that the Lord is gracious when I am having a bad day; when I am feeling the stress of school, or worrying my little head with things far beyond my control. Instead, I mope around feeling sorry for myself wishing I were someone else, or somewhere else, or both. Then there are times when I am reminded of this, such as right now, and what do I do about it? Nothing. Yes, that's right. I do nothing. I am too content in my making my own little world where my life seems to be going great, according to my will, and I keep running with that, rather than realizing the undeserved wonderful day God has given to me.
"O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy grace now, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here's my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above."
"take my hopes and take my dreams,
so that Your vision may be mine"
These are thoughts of a wandering mind...
4.11.2005
Rest your eyes, I love pictures.
Beau wants to come inside so badly...
Shadows and feet are among my favorite things to take pictures of. This is odd, I know..
I think I would like to visit Holland someday. This picture is strange, because you can see a pine tree in the background. Not really very Hollandish looking after all.
And Rachel says that I have Japanese eyes. I said she has round eyes, imagine that.
4.08.2005
This is only the beginning.
The sky has been screaming with a desire to rain all day. It has finally come. Yes, we have rain.
I decidedly do not like driving in the dark, in the rain, or on torn up roads. Any combination of the three is definitely not for me, and all three taken together is most definitely not my cup of tea.
Speaking of tea...I am glad to say that I am now addicted to tea. (As long as it isn't black or green or white.)
The Shins are marvelous.
Tomorrow is Saturday and I am getting my hair cut. I am planning for it to be a beautiful day -- and I am aiming to try to make sure I think of it that way whether it feels beautiful, or not.
I decidedly do not like driving in the dark, in the rain, or on torn up roads. Any combination of the three is definitely not for me, and all three taken together is most definitely not my cup of tea.
Speaking of tea...I am glad to say that I am now addicted to tea. (As long as it isn't black or green or white.)
The Shins are marvelous.
Tomorrow is Saturday and I am getting my hair cut. I am planning for it to be a beautiful day -- and I am aiming to try to make sure I think of it that way whether it feels beautiful, or not.
4.03.2005
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