The Cyber-Stalker Speaks

I’ve been a cyber-stalker for much of my online life–reading blogs but never commenting, visiting sites and never leaving any sign of my existence. Even when logging on to a forum is required to read it–I log on, read it, and leave. I never post.

For the last six months or so, I’ve been following the Bergeron family daily. I’ve delighted in reading about their lives and enjoyed the blissful escape into large family life–a life so familiar compared to the mundane oddity of the lives of those who surround me. Reading regular books and blogs, hearing about “normal” people’s lives–I love all of that, but most of it is an alien landscape for me. I don’t know the trials and delights of carpooling to school–unless you count squishing a tenth or eleventh into the family van for a trip to church. I don’t understand “boredom” or “playdates”. So, Renee’s family gives me a touch of home.

I enjoy reading bakersdozen so much that I also enjoy sharing Renee’s anecdotes with my friends. A friend and I will be quilting together and I’ll say “So, the lady whose blog I read…” and I’ll share a funny story from a recent post. My friends and family know all sorts of information about Renee’s children, her systems of organization, her scrapbooking.

But throughout all of this, I have never bothered to comment or e-mail, or otherwise let it be known that I am reading. What could I add anyway?

Well–the long silence has been broken–the cyber-stalker has spoken. I have decided to be polite and make my presence known. So I posted a comment.


Taken as Tacit Approval?

Today at work, we had a luau–or more specifically, we assisted the HSS RA’s in hosting a luau. Staff were invited to wear a Hawaiian print or otherwise brightly colored outfit to work.

What I didn’t mention was why we (or more specifically, the HSS RA’s) were giving this luau. The luau was named the “Latex Luau”–it was a celebration of safe sex.

Those of you who know me, know that I am not at all a proponent of safe sex. In fact, I remember declaring in a conversation with a coworker during one of my first weeks on the job that “I’ll keep my vagina to myself, thank you very much.” The best way, and only way to practice “safe sex” is by abstaining from sex until a mutually monogamous relationship made permanent by a marriage license. Period.

So when two values clash–when I am offered a choice of wearing a brightly colored dress at work or wearing my uniform as a conscientious objector–which do I choose? I chose to wear my bright orange 70’s tropical print dress.

Me in Tropical Dress

And what I’m wondering is–have I compromised my values or weakened my testimony by wearing a dress that could be taken as tacit approval of the “safe sex” message?


Matched

12:01 this morning, the results to the Dietetic Internship Computer Matching became available.

I was up to check them.

What I didn’t count on was that every other person who signed up for computer matching would also be up to check them.

Which meant the website would be overloaded with traffic.

It took 5 minutes to be able to access the main page, 10 more to access the login page. Once I had the login page, I had to type in my login several times and submit it again as each attempt timed out.

Anna came to ask me how it turned out at 12:18. I had to tell her I didn’t know yet. So she stood behind me for the next 7 minutes until the operation went through and I was able to access my matching page.

This is what I saw…

Match screenshot

I read it aloud, hardly believing it was true. But there it was, in black and white: “I am pleased to inform you that you have been appointed (computer matched) to University of Nebraska, Lincoln.”

There it is guys. I’ve been computer matched to UNL. TO UNL! I can’t believe it. I hoped that it would be true. I prayed that it would be true. I thought of how everything else I thought God had been saying lined up with it. But I couldn’t let myself believe that it might be true. I couldn’t just assume that it would be so. But it is! It’s true. I’ve been appointed to UNL!

Jason encouraged me tonight at home group to wait until Tuesday to respond–to take my full two days to pray about it. And I will–but I’ve been matched to UNL! My heart’s desire, right there.

Wow, God. That’s all I can say. Wow. I hardly wanted to hope it was possible. But it’s true. Now for the rest–the rest that God will supply just as He has this. Roommate decisions. Mexico. Learning Spanish. When to quit my job. Grad Assistantship or Not. Filing for financial aid again. God will supply.

Not that He wouldn’t have if I’d been matched to either of the other programs. But it is nice to have my desires line up with my appointment. Very nice indeed.

I’ve been delighting
But I’m not sighting
Where are those dreams
You said You’d fulfill?

Forgive me for my lack of faith. Sometimes I just have to wait for you to unveil the dreams–each one in its proper time.


I don’t know…You Choose…

The problem with blogging is that sometimes you don’t have anything truly spectacular to write about–and sometimes you have lots of ideas but aren’t sure which one is the real “stand out” idea. Or you have lots of ideas from yesterday–or a week ago–that you didn’t write about then because something else came up. But now they’re too old–nobody’ll be interested anymore, will they?

Take for instance, today’s options:
–Have a Happy Pill
–Football Saturdays: Flashback (or Forward?) to Fall
–Every morning when I make my oatmeal…
–How does my garden grow?
–I can’t tell whether to be excited or scared
–Makeshift car repair: a do-it-yourself manual

So, what would you like to hear about? E-mail me at my webmaster account (or my normal address if you happen to know it) and let me know. I’ll write about it next time I don’t have anything to write about ;-)


Some days…

Some days are just long.

Today was one of those days.

I was at work a little over 8 1/2 hours–but it felt like at least twice that. It was just long. I was exhausted by five–with four more hours to go. I was glad to be done.

It won’t kill me. Never has yet. But some days I wonder.


My Brother Tim

Have you met my brother Tim?

Timothy
He’s a great kid. He drove me home from McDonalds a couple of hours ago and came in to chat for a bit.

We’ve been talking ever since. Topics of discussion? Fascism, Communism, and Christianity. The cause, or lack of cause, of World War I. The real reason the Berlin Wall fell. How Communism will fall in China. Economic Theory. Debt, minimum wage, and supply and demand. The record of nature and the Scriptures. Big Bang Theory and how God stretched out the heavens. Point of reference in Genesis 1. Bill Clinton and Kyoto treaty.

I love my brother Tim.


BUNCO PARTY!!!

We had a Bunco Party last night for our ladies fellowship.

Ladies playing Bunco
Ladies playing Bunco
Ladies playing Bunco

Bunco is a great game for family gatherings, mixers, and the like. Have you ever played?

All you need is one bell, a pair of dice for every four people, and a pen and piece of paper for each person. Everyone sits down at a table of four with a pair of dice. Partners (sitting across from each other) acrue points together. To start play, the “head table” rolls until they get double. When they get a double, they ring the bell, announce the number they had rolled double (the “Bunco number”), and play begins.

Each table starts rolling to acrue points. A single die of the “Bunco number” is worth 1 point, a double of any number except 3 is worth 5 points, a double of the Bunco number is worth 25 points, and a double 3 drops the team’s points to zero. A player continues to roll until they cease to acrue points (that is until they get a roll that DOES NOT contain the Bunco number or a double.) Then play passes to the next player.

Play ends when a team at the head table acrues 50 points–and has completed rolling. In other words, if the head table reaches 50 points, the current player must continue to roll until he gets a roll that DOES NOT contain the Bunco number or a double. When this occurs, the head table rings the bell. Each table may finish the current play, but may not pass the dice to another player.

Teams now determine table “winners” and “losers.” The “winners” at each table advance to the next higher table. The “losers” stay at their current table and move so that they are sitting next to each other rather than across from each other. This means that you get a new partner for every round. The exception to this is the head table. The winners from the head table remain where they are at, while the losers go to the bottom table. The winners from table 2 remain in their present team when they advance to the head table.

Each player records his or her points at the end of each round. When the final round is played (generally as determined by a set number of rounds or a set time), all players tally up their points. The person with the most points is the winner!

You really should try it–it’s great fun for all–and even the youngest children can enjoy it if they’re paired with an adult who can help them with the math. Of course, it’s also good math practice for those early elementary students!


Library mixup

About a week ago, I returned a DVD version of “Pocahontas” to the library. Later, I opened my DVD player to discover that the disc was still inside. I put the disc in a holder and attached a note to it, explaining what had happened. Then I added the disc to my pile of books to go back to the library.

Well, yesterday, a family friend, whose sister is employed by the library, mentioned that I had been the subject of a library e-mail. Apparently, I had returned a CD in a case that should have held a DVD. John thought the CD was Halvin and Cobb or something-which certainly didn’t seem familiar to me.

Curious, I checked all the CDs I’d also had from the library–and discovered that I was missing one disc of the two disc “Essential Simon and Garfunkel”. From there, it wasn’t hard to figure out what had happened.

CD and note

So I dropped by the library to clear it all up today. I explained that John had said there had been an e-mail about me. The librarian looks at me–“Oh, yeah, I remember that e-mail. But I didn’t connect it to you.” The joys of being known by face and not by name!


Spoke too soon

We (just barely) fit ourselves into the Suburban for our trip to Hu-Hot for Timothy’s birthday (a month late).

Kids in back of Suburban
Kids in back of Suburban

I commented that people don’t count us anymore–we’re old enough that they just assume we’re a bunch of kids hanging out together. So after we’d been at the restaurant a while, our waitress comes up and asks us, “Are you all brothers and sisters?” And then turning to Mom she says, “So you had seven kids? Like in ‘Seventh Heaven’.”

I guess I spoke too soon.


Four kinds of visitors

There are four kinds of people who visit the Sawgrass Marriot–those who use luggage racks, those who use the bed, those who use the floor, and those who don’t use luggage.

Those who use luggage racks are the hardest to make out. They usually use only one bed and have no personal items out except for a closed laptop and an electric razor. These are the closed books–they cannot be read.

Those who use the bed are the busy business men. They have stacks of resumes, printouts of e-mails, and conference agendas strewn about. the unused bed is piled with luggage, pre-worn clothing, and business items. Several electronic device rechargers are still plugged into the sockets. The devices are with the owner.

Those who use the floor are the families who are splurging on this vacation. They sleep in both beds, sometimes with people even sharing beds. These are the people who are most likely to bring pillows from home. The dressers and desk are stacked with fresh fruit and cereal bars for breakfast, chips and pop for snack, and probably a package of Oreos. These people use No-AD sunscreen and wear drug-store flip-flops.

The final group of people are those who have no luggage. These are the stay-overs–those who live at the hotel for weeks at a time. Their clothes are neatly folded in the drawers or hung in the closets. They don’t leave personal items around the room, but the bathroom contains a large selection of shaving creams, hair supplies, lotions, and jewelry. These people use their ice buckets for wine and order shrimp or oysters from room service as appetizers.

Then there are the few that fit into none of these categories–these are the truly spectacular people. Like in one room I cleaned today. Both beds were used and an inflatable mattress was on the floor for yet another person. A small black suitcase sat neatly on the luggage rack with a neatly folded black bag beneath it. There was a neatly packed clear storage box of family videos underneath the desk. And on the desk? A collection of Usborne and Dorling Kindersley children’s books. A few pieces of paper with a young scrawl across them. A chair held a child’s blanket folded nicely and a couple of well-loved teddy bears. And on the nightstand, a note, written in newly learned cursive. “Dear, Maid Thank you for cleaning” (Here I turned the note over.) “our room” The note was accompanied by a tip, that for the time we had to spend cleaning their room was rather significant. That family, even though I never once saw them, made my day. Yes, these are the truly spectacular people.