A bit of a modern miracle occurred at the vending machines this morning. I had ventured down, in search of a solution to a nasty mid-morning slump. Yes, it is indeed finally Friday, but it’s been a real country song kind of a week and the coming weekend looks even worse.
As I approached the machine, something dark dashed across my path. I had specifically avoided the staircase wherein lurketh the Centipede of Death on my quest for sustenance, only to be met by an R.O.U.S. at my destination. Understandably, this gave me cause to momentarily reconsider my dedication to this mission.
Proceeding with caution, I fingered my two quarters and pondered my snack options. Finally deciding on Famous Amos cookies, I inserted the coins into the machine and waited for the bag to drop. You can imagine my joyous surprise when a second bag of cookies also fell to the bottom. I opened the door to retrieve the bonus snack… only to discover a bag of Swedish Fish also lying there!
This morning, not only my body, but even my soul was nourished through the providential provision of loaves and fishes—Swedish fishes. Call it karma for all those times the evil machines thwarted my celebration of Dew Day, or maybe God just knew I would need a pick-me-up. Whatever, it completely made my day.
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Friday, July 23, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Midnight Eclipse
It’s true: I went to the midnight, premiere showing of the new Twilight movie last night. Still not exactly sure why I went, but that may have something to do with getting less than four hours of sleep. That was one of the things I always swore I would never do, yet there I was with all the screaming fan girls in their full vampire costumes—even in Scranton.
Good thing today was already Dew Day, so I didn’t feel guilty for adding a caramel macchiato to my morning routine. The experience was totally worth it, though, and it was a good exercise in spontaneity for me. I had a lot of fun with my friends, even if Megan was hissing Team Edward sentiments in my ear the entire time. Now, I just have to stay awake…
I was quite satisfied with the movie itself. I won’t give anything away here (don’t want to spoil it for anyone who plans to see it). They stayed accurate to the book with the plotline, which is always a good idea—no real surprises. They also really stepped up the quality of the CGI, especially in the action sequences. The major battle scene was excellent.
So yes, I did go to see Eclipse last night. And yes, I did have fun. But no, if you saw the news on WNEP 16, that was not me. I was not the short blonde in the white shirt. Although, that was Thomas who was jumping up and down, waving at the camera. Nothing unusual about it, we were just a group of college and seminary staff and students at a movie about teenage vampires and werewolves.
And by the way, go Team Jacob! We still love you!
Good thing today was already Dew Day, so I didn’t feel guilty for adding a caramel macchiato to my morning routine. The experience was totally worth it, though, and it was a good exercise in spontaneity for me. I had a lot of fun with my friends, even if Megan was hissing Team Edward sentiments in my ear the entire time. Now, I just have to stay awake…
I was quite satisfied with the movie itself. I won’t give anything away here (don’t want to spoil it for anyone who plans to see it). They stayed accurate to the book with the plotline, which is always a good idea—no real surprises. They also really stepped up the quality of the CGI, especially in the action sequences. The major battle scene was excellent.
So yes, I did go to see Eclipse last night. And yes, I did have fun. But no, if you saw the news on WNEP 16, that was not me. I was not the short blonde in the white shirt. Although, that was Thomas who was jumping up and down, waving at the camera. Nothing unusual about it, we were just a group of college and seminary staff and students at a movie about teenage vampires and werewolves.
And by the way, go Team Jacob! We still love you!
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Snippy goes to Seminary
The lack of Mountain Dew at the college has reached tragic proportions. Today, I was forced to trek over the pond and through the woods to the seminary. Thankfully, it is a beautiful day and I enjoyed the chance to get out of the office. But seriously, this needs to be fixed because I am not welcome at the seminary.
It’s true… very few women are well received at the seminary, especially during the day. I could feel the professors staring at me when I paused to say hi to Megan. She’s allowed since she’s the receptionist over there, and they love her—probably wouldn’t be able to function without her, considering they’re men.
It felt very strange to be over there. I remember going with my dad to visit the professors when I was a kid. Dr. King had the best candy stash and the coolest action figures. None of them recognize me now that I’m all grown up. Unless they ask my name, of course… which leads to “oh, you’re John’s daughter! How are you parents doing?” which I really do NOT want to get into.
I love my Mountain Dew. I look forward to Dew Day all week long, anticipating that moment when I crack the cap and take the first sip. I cannot, however, continue going over to the seminary every Wednesday. Desperate times call for desperate measures, but I can’t keep this up too much longer. If you are reading this, Pepsi distributor, please put me out of my misery and restock the machines!
It’s true… very few women are well received at the seminary, especially during the day. I could feel the professors staring at me when I paused to say hi to Megan. She’s allowed since she’s the receptionist over there, and they love her—probably wouldn’t be able to function without her, considering they’re men.
It felt very strange to be over there. I remember going with my dad to visit the professors when I was a kid. Dr. King had the best candy stash and the coolest action figures. None of them recognize me now that I’m all grown up. Unless they ask my name, of course… which leads to “oh, you’re John’s daughter! How are you parents doing?” which I really do NOT want to get into.
I love my Mountain Dew. I look forward to Dew Day all week long, anticipating that moment when I crack the cap and take the first sip. I cannot, however, continue going over to the seminary every Wednesday. Desperate times call for desperate measures, but I can’t keep this up too much longer. If you are reading this, Pepsi distributor, please put me out of my misery and restock the machines!
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
TA DA!
This morning I had a revelation: I need to celebrate life! Not just the highpoints, but every minute of every day has been given to me for some reason and should therefore be celebrated. Who knows what's going to happen next...
Today's celebration was actually getting a bottle to come out of the soda machine. I literally heard fanfare in my head and yelled "TA DA!" while striking a victorious pose, Mountain Dew held high above my head.
Wednesdays are usually celebrated anyway. It is the one day a week on which I allow myself the precious nectar known as Mountain Dew. Otherwise, I would drink it everyday which would both cheapen its impact and add to my waistline--not to mention depleting my bank account. If you ever hear me refer to Dew Day, please understand that I mean Wednesday (Dew Day is simply *backwards*Wed-nes-day).
The past couple weeks, that blasted vending machine has been giving me great difficulty. One time it would not take my bill. I had to feed it into the candy machine and get coins returned before I could get my soda. Last week, the Mountain Dew was simply sold out. Tragic!
But today, O blessed day! I celebrate with my beloved Dew by starting a blog. I have recently been told that I need to be more open and "put myself out there" more, whatever that means. So here you go world, this is me.
Today's celebration was actually getting a bottle to come out of the soda machine. I literally heard fanfare in my head and yelled "TA DA!" while striking a victorious pose, Mountain Dew held high above my head.
Wednesdays are usually celebrated anyway. It is the one day a week on which I allow myself the precious nectar known as Mountain Dew. Otherwise, I would drink it everyday which would both cheapen its impact and add to my waistline--not to mention depleting my bank account. If you ever hear me refer to Dew Day, please understand that I mean Wednesday (Dew Day is simply *backwards*Wed-nes-day).
The past couple weeks, that blasted vending machine has been giving me great difficulty. One time it would not take my bill. I had to feed it into the candy machine and get coins returned before I could get my soda. Last week, the Mountain Dew was simply sold out. Tragic!
But today, O blessed day! I celebrate with my beloved Dew by starting a blog. I have recently been told that I need to be more open and "put myself out there" more, whatever that means. So here you go world, this is me.
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