Saturday, September 30, 2006
i threw up in my mouth a little
my mother was sort of dancing around in the living room trying to be funny when dad smacked her on the bum and said "shake it, honey!"
i want to do this again
Thursday, September 28, 2006
smashed fingers
i played the role of "dad" today to my nephews and niece and i'm pretty sure that shouldn't ever happen again.
the boys were no trouble at all. i had them outside to catch the bus at 8:00, but it didn't come until 8:15. oh well. i got my niece ready and she decided that she wanted to press the button to open the garage door. she reached up with her right hand to press the button and put her left hand around the door frame for leverage. simultaneously, i pulled the door closed, but felt some resistance so i pulled again. only harder. then i heard the lungs of hell open up. screaming. crying. torn skin. purple fingers. semi-flat fingers.
it was horrible.
if you know me very well at all, you know that anything to do with blood or torn skin or talking/hearing about a broken bone in any way will make me pass-out. all of these thoughts were running through my head - i have to take her to the hospital, but i don't have her insurance card. i'm going to faint. i can't call sister because she's taking a test. please God, don't let her fingers be broken. she's screaming so loudly! oh God, i've broken her fingers. i'm going to faint. i can't faint because then there will be a 3 year old running around with broken fingers but nobody to help her! how do i make her shut-up? what am i going to do? i'm gonna poop my pants.
only by the grace of God, i was able to pick her up and calm her down some and find out that her fingers aren't broken. a little smashed, but not broken.
moral of the story: please don't have me around during an emergency situation because i won't be of any value.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
conversation with a six year old
him: guess what happened to me today? me: what? him: i went to the farm. me: cool! did you have fun? him: yes. guess what? me: what? him: i got kissed by a girl. me: WHAT???? what did you do when she kissed you? him: i said 'thank you very much'.
Monday, September 25, 2006
their first day of college...
today was the first day of college (in a very, very long time) for my mother and sister. their first class was bright and early at 8, so i snapped this picture before they went out the door. they laughed at me for taking the picture, but immediately posed with their backpacks-on-wheels. **please note the bottle of water sister has tucked so neatly into the side pocket.
their homework? airport codes.
can we say flash cards!? oh yeah!
Saturday, September 23, 2006
i. miss. kenya.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
the digital me
are you a missionary?
mis‧sion‧ar‧y [mish-uh-ner-ee], plural -ar‧ies
–noun Also, mis‧sion‧er. 1. a person sent by a church into an area to carry on evangelism or other activities, as educational or hospital work. 2. a person strongly in favor of a program, set of principles, etc., who attempts to persuade or convert others. 3. a person who is sent on a mission.
–adjective 4. pertaining to or connected with religious missions. 5. engaged in such a mission, or devoted to work connected with missions. 6. reflecting or prompted by the desire to persuade or convert others 7. characteristic of a missionary.
[Origin: 1635–45; < NL missiōnārius. See mission, -ary]
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
hot eggrolls
i burnt the roof of my mouth at lunch today and it hurts. bad. real bad. i can feel the skin hanging down with my tongue.
gross.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
he didn't get the part
but i think i'm skipping survivor 13. they're placing the survivors in tribes based on their race - black, white, hispanic and asian. they're calling it a "social experiment". i think that's crap.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
song that's currently stuck in my head
"you can't over-love your underwear..."
Monday, September 11, 2006
luis alfonso chimbo
five years ago this morning, my aunt and uncle dropped me off at work. i went inside and chatted with my boss before she went to class. i checked my email and tried to organize my day when i heard dr. wickam say that a plane had crashed into the world trade center.
little did i know that ana soria and her twelve year old son, luis eduardo, would never be the same.
luis alfonso chimbo, loving husband to ana soria and wonderful father to luis eduardo, graduated from college in his homeland of ecuador with a degree in microbiology. after unsuccessfully trying to find employment, he decided to move to america. he was a receiving attendant at windows on the world. september 11, 2001 was his first day back at work after being off for a month to take care of his wife, who was expecting a child. she miscarried for the fifth time.
a few months after luis alfonso didn't come home from work, luis eduardo attended a camp where he was going to play the violin in honor of his dad. he couldn't play. silently he cried. and honored his father.
are you kidding me? mcdonalds is changing the mcflurry lids because of the untold numbers of hedgehod deaths??? oy vey...
Thursday, September 07, 2006
for all my fellow pentecostals
subject lines of emails i received today
* you're needed for sex twice a week * FW: how to tell you're a terrorist * see how much you save * christian votes here for you * atlanta one-way getaways
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
excedrin tension headache medicine
is a wonderful, wonderful thing.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
hood kids
hood kids but good kids not bad kids just misunderstood kids watch mom shoot up and dad shoot bullets and combat the words that scream that I'm useless I'm not just hot and mad at dad who split and mom who took him back even though he split her lip the third time I watch from the sidelines and grow full of hate from parents' guidelines and you, pastor push me faster to hate taking our crumbs to fill your already full plate your frock is stained you mock the name of He who commissioned cuz you're more concerned with titles and pensions
than the mission to save me don't forget the babies don't be so lazy cuz I need you greatly it's not about parking spots and who pays a lot but who gives a lot and who prays a lot for me the lost sheep but nobody's looked for me don't you know God made the Good Book for me? but I need direction some protection much affection not rejection I...NEED...YOU man of God woman of God be of God and keep your eyes peeled for real we're crying and dying but still trying though momma ignores us and daddy abuses us I'm sure that God still wants to use us when momma doesn't hug us and daddy slugs us I'm confident that God still loves us cuz I'm a hood kid but a good kid not a bad kid just misunderstood kid and I need your help before it's too late and I walk the same path that my parents made look at us behind the chain linked fence pain wrenched kids such tainted kids who were struck but never fainted kids we live hellish lives but can be saintly kids if you just try TRY! until then we'll continue to die continue to cry the hood kids that no one really cares about it's so obvious that no one really cares about 'em...
so i said earlier that i had been camping for the past few days. fun. lots of fun.
it was cold. it rained a little. raccoons and squirrels ate our snacks. we took firewood from the side of the road. we ate a lot of food. a lot of food.
