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Saturday, March 31, 2007

free...

There's cage-free eggs... Free-range chickens... - both of which I support - and now I've added a third "free" to the list: Kennel-free kennels! Dogs are allowed to roam and run and play and skip and jump-free, sleep-free, eat-free, and as much as I kindof want to make fun of it, I'm a big fan.

And Mr. Darcy's heading there tomorrow afternoon...girl, you know it's true. :)

Today we went out to SUPER FUN HAPPY DOG (the local kennel-free kennel-fun place), and had an HOUR long interview. Yes, an hour. And that wasn't an interview with me, the human; that was an interview with the canine. The owners wanted to see how he socially interacts with other dogs, both in the corral area and in the woodsy forested area...and then they had me go into the office for half an hour so they could work with him on their own, apart from mama.

The result of the interview? "Well, he's not the WORST we've ever seen..." See, Mr. Darcy is what you'd call SHY...fearful...PAINFULLY scared of humans (males especially!) and other dogs that aren't puppies, smaller than him and the elderly. (I'm telling you, there was a FULL analysis going on!).

So.

In addition, we started obedience school this past Thursday...except that since Mr. Darcy had just gotten neutered, he wasn't allowed to go. So I went by myself...and took notes.

I've already been called a nerd, an overachiever, and you can add your thought right here: ___________________. But secretly I think you think I'm a good dog owner. :)

hee hee. blessings, chm.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

lovely and amazing

Mr. Darcy is alive and well...and a bit too recovered in my mind! (Coach, thanks for asking). The vet said I can't take him on a walk for FIVE DAYS!!! Now here's the problem with that: he's a border collie, meaning his energy level normally requires a 45-minute walk in the morning and a half hour walk or run in the afternoon. See, he and I are kindof like that: cara can't/won't/doesn't fall asleep well if she hasn't let out some energy exercise-wise during the day. What a great problem. But back to the dog - he's going to go insane! Where's a girl to get a tranquilizer to help a doggie out?

Among other news:

*finished reading IN STYLE (lovely magazine) and AKA: LOST (practical book...people who don't know Jesus aren't lost, they're just missing...so Christians need to get rid of the step by step evangelism process of how to "convert" people, and just work on being themselves and loving them) last night when I couldn't fall asleep. (See previous paragraph).

*Vacation :: sunshine :: Arizona :: five days. (If you can't get a tix to KS to see the Moores, go to AZ instead!). I've picked out the following books for the trip, but frankly, if, in the spirit of vacation I don't want to read, I'm not! The Awakening (Kate Chopin), Telling Secrets (Frederick Beuchner), The Actual (Saul Bellow), and then Measure for Measure (Shakespeare). This could be reminiscient of Cameron Diaz's character in The Holiday, who takes a stack of all the books she's been meaning and wanting to read over vacation, and doesn't get past page 2.

*About to watch the movie, LOVELY AND AMAZING. I heart indie films.

*Here I end with a picture of Mr. Darcy and his new BFF, Bruce. Bruce is my buddy Lizzy's new golden retriever, and he's PRECIOUS SAUCE.

Monday, March 26, 2007

shall we?

Today Jane, my friend and admin guru in the office, suggested that we have a going-away party for Mr. Darcy.

No, he's not being given over to a family with a bigger backyard...but he is getting neutered at 9 tomorrow morning.

Oh Jane (she's a funny one).

Oh MD: Enjoy your 11 hours and 39 minutes of freedom while it lasts.

Monday, March 19, 2007

a declaration of sorts:

I would like to believe that the pumpkin, because it is a fruit*, when inserted into a pie is therefore fat free. I would then like to discount the cups of sugar that went into making the pie because perhaps it dissolves upon reaching 350 degrees. I would also then like to believe that having one piece of pie every day since Friday is healthy and will not go straight to the hips.

Oh the joy of just having one roommate and a full pie left to eat....

*pumpkin: a fruit. Yes, I had to look it up.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

MFP

For Christmas, my dear friend Jenn gave me one of my "30 before 30's".....a my-first-pie-making experience! Up to the northwest she flew this weekend, and we set out last night to tackle a PUMPKIN PIE for me, and an APPLE pie for her. (((Yes, it's March, but pumpkin's my favorite, so why not?))). Again, here follows some fabulous pics of the whole pie-making experience last night. :)

As you'll see, Jenn is an excellent teacher, and well, what a quick learner I am! :) She made sure that we made the crust from scratch, and look hard at one of the two of us: I ran out of salt, and seeing as the corner gas station didn't sell a box of it, we had to empty all the little packets, one by one. That was awesome. :)

And finally, look at all the happy faces....happy, smiling people. Among the faves: Ryan, Katie's boyfriend, with his disgusted face. Whelp, you can't win them all....but you can get a "WOW" at the very end. :)









round uuuuuuuuuuup

Here follows some pics from ROUND-UP, our annual fundraising dinner....

1. Anna and Joe, two dear friends from Seattle...
2. Jessica and Lizzy, two other YL staffers...we've been through the muck in the first two years together and, well, they're fabuloso.
3. Cindy, my new friend in Auburn! she's great!
4. "Erik with a K"
5. And finally, a group of kindred spirits: Pammie, Jenn (from CA), me, Erik, Rachel and Danny.









Monday, March 12, 2007

that which is engrained within us....

It's 11:36. I don't know why I feel like I need to state the time whenever it's an "after hours" post, but I do. :) I'm finishing my final paper for the intensive class back in January...last week I went to the good ole PLU library to do some research. I went in thinking I'd do my paper on the Theology of GODPARENTS, but whelp, that lasted about an hour. With nothing in hand, I then stumbled across a line in the index: DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL. Yup. That was it, right then and there. Get 'er done.

So here I sit, with a 10 page paper due to the post office by 5 pm tomorrow...and I'm close to done, at page 14. Yes. I'm on page 14, and I think I still have a good 2 more pages to add in. I titled this post, "that which is engrained within us...", and I'll admit, there is an overachieving cara not-so deep down inside. I'd like to blame it on being the oldest child, on the environment in which I was raised....yada, yada, yada...and I'm not going to make apologies for it because I know that overachieving exists more for my own self-satisfaction than - really - the satisfaction of others.

So, in whatever hidden engrained area within us, WHY do we continue to fall back upon it? Why can't I just half-ass this paper? But I can't...the little voice inside me WON'T let me. And really, I'm loving this paper - I love learning, I love writing, I love piecing it all together - and in that way, I'll sacrifice what should have been bed-time an hour ago for the satisfaction that is only mine.


In the meantime, here's the paper:

CHURCH: St. John of the Cross (originator of DARK NIGHT...), "Lo, How a Rose Ere Blooming," and a pieta, the artwork of the grieving Mary.
TRADITION: Depression and then poet/author DH Lawrence
SCRIPTURE: Peter at the Cross, Jesus at the Cross, and psalmists/OT writings.
CULTURE: David Wilcox's "If it wasn't for the Night," and Tim Hughes' "When the Tears Fall"
APPLICATION/EXPERIENCE: me. This past October. ...and how I might be able to love my leaders and kids who are going through this same kind of spiritual depression.

WHEW.

We're almost done. See - there's SO much to write about! I'm feeling so limited as we speak! Can I just write a book?