Saturday, December 31, 2005

Christmas vacation odyssey, phase 1: Getting there.

It is convenient that my uncle lives in Huntsville Alabama, almost halfway between Manassas Park VA. and San Marcos TX. The Stines loaded into the van at about 0600 hours the Thursday before Christmas. After many hours of sitting still in a moving vehicle with the exception of one stop for gas (as per years of training), they arrived at the first destination at about 1900 hours.
My aunt and uncle took us in for the night. It was a nice stay. My uncle is a general in the Army (he's in charge the developement of certain weapons like the MLRS) so there was plenty of room for eight people to sleep in their home. At about 0400 hours on Friday we departed. After just two or three spots for food and gas, we arrived at our final destination, my Grandparent's house at about 2100 hours.
Those drives were a blast. I didn't tell ya yet but I was blind the entire time. I had to drop my glasses of at the optometrist to have the perscription updated and I couldn't see more than a foot in front of my face the entire time. We drove through such cities as Houston and Baton Rouge, but I would not have know if I had not been told. I did notice that a lot of trees had been knocked downm between Louisiana and Texas. I wonder if these were from the hurricanes.
So that was first part of the trip. A lot of fun. Sitting in a car for hours on end. After doing it for years you learn to enjoy it.

God Bless.

I'm Back.

I'll bet ya'll didn't even know that I was gone. I've been visiting relatives in Texas. Such a lovely state, its warm all year round down there. I scanned your posts and I reallize I'm goin to have some catchin up to do. Oh well. I'll tell ya'll about my trip later.

PS. Merry Christmas and Happy New Years

That's A Wrap!

Well folks, the nice people over at Quid Hoc Est? have been kind enough to furnish me with a survey. Hehehe, I have too much fun with these things. It actually first can from this kid. Now Dr. Stanford can't yell at me for plagurism. So here goes, my year.

1. What did you do in 2005 that you’d never done before? Spent $12 dollars on two chocolate bars. (Hey, when you’ve been in the Middle East for two weeks – with no chocolate – and on an airplane for 5 hours and soon to be on another one for 6 and an English lady is yelling at you about pounds, sometimes you do crazy things.)

2. Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I don’t know if I made New Year’s resolutions last year. I figure when I find something that needs changing, I work on it then, not in January.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth? Well, I know people who gave birth, but I wouldn’t say I’m close to them. But I have some friends who are expecting! So excited! Twins!

4. Did anyone close to you die? Kind of, there was that guy I went to school with who died in Mexico. And someone very close to someone very close to me died.

5. What countries did you visit? Oh here we go! London, (Wait, that’s not a country!) I mean England, Israel, Palestine, the Vatican, (in Jerusalem, how cool is that?!) and New York State. (That is a country! Peach, take it however you’d like.)

6. What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005? Enough credit hours to be a sophomore.

7. What date from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory? January 21

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? I don’t know if I actually achieved anything. . . .

9. What was your biggest failure? My attitude towards my mom.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury? No.

11. What was the best thing you bought? Gunter (Well, my mom bought him. Does that count? Probably not.) Okay, the best thing I bought was 39 cent burritos from Martins. (39 cents! Can life get any better?!)

12. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? I’m going to have to agree with Jason, Fidelio, and Sir Joseph: Mine.

13. Where did most of your money go? My money went mostly towards food and such. Money that I’ll some day have to give to the bank went to that lovely place called Christendom College and the Mayo Clinic.

14. What did you get really, really, really, excited about? Wow, there’s a few things. Going to the Holy Land, going to Carducci’s for the 4th, and, well, I’m a hopeless romantic, an event that recently happened that involved driving to Maryland to return mittens. (I wasn’t the one who did the driving. But I like to think I helped. :P)

15. What song/album will always remind you of 2005? The Reason and Good Riddance

16. Compare to this time last year, are you:
a. happier or sadder? Sadder but wiser. . . actually, I take that back. I was happier last year, but I think I’m more joyful this year, if that makes any sense.
b. thinner or fatter? Unfortunately, about the same. Maybe a bit thinner.
c. Richer or poorer? POOR!!!! The WP needs to take a class in money management. (a.k.a. don’t loan monies to your friends! J/K guys.)

17. What do you wish you’d done more of? Been truly quiet.

18. What do you wish you’d done less of? Not cared.

19. How did you spend Christmas? I watched movies with my cat and slept.

20. Did you fall in love in 2005? Yes

21. What was your favorite TV program? I used to really like the Gilmore Girls, the first few seasons were cute. Nothing deep, nothing controversial, just cute. Then it got dumb. I haven’t seen the West Wing in a long time, but I used to like that a lot. I’d have to say, though, my favorite would have to be. . . HOUSE!!!

22. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? Okay, I want to make this clear, I may have gotten mad/irritated at people this year, but I don’t hate anyone.

23. What was the best book you read? I’m not sure, I’ve started so many that I haven’t finished. Probably the most inspiring was Out of Many Hearts. (About the Dominican Sisters of Hawthorne.)

24. What was your greatest musical discovery? Hehehe, Good Charlotte and Green Day. How is it that I go to a trad Catholic college and I discover crazy punk bands?

25. What did you want and get? A green sweater.

26. What did you want and not get? A vocation.

27. What was your favourite film of this year? I’m really bad at picking favorites. All I will say is that you spell favourite like a Brit!!!

28. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? First I tried to figure out why everyone was running away from me. Then I went to Beth’s surprise birthday party and yelled at Hich for wanting me to play racquetball with him and then went to the gym and tried to figure out why everyone was jumping out at me yelling “SURPRISE!!!” (Seriously guys, I thought I’d accidentally crashed someone else’s party.) Then I had a totally kick posterior party!! Really awesome. Actually, that was the Friday before my birthday. On my birthday, I was late for my own birthday singing (they were early, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.) I went to my first Trid Mass and ate the best Chinese food I’ve ever had. (Way to be T.J.) And then got some awesome birthday singing that I was almost late for again. (This time my fault.) Oh, and 19.

29. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? All I will say to that is doctors are not always intelligent beings.

30. How would you describe your personal fashion concepts in 2005? A combination of the closets of Jericho, Quia, Carducci, PBJ Girl, Laura-friend, and Maybef. Acutally, I think CO and Champ contributed, too. I do have my own clothes. I promise.

31. What kept you sane? Mr. Strickland

32. Which celebrity/public figure did you like the most? Okay, did you guys know that Jim Caviezel is MARRIED?! Oh that makes me so sad – I mean happy for him. Yea, that’s it.

33. What political issue stirred you the most? Definitely the Terri Schivo case.

34. Who did you miss? Friends, family, pets, home, school, convent. I don’t think I like having two lives in two different parts of the country. I guess I had three for a little while.

35. Who was the best new person you met? I can think of three. Swinger, Champ, and Faz.

36. Quote a song lyrice that sums up your year? “If you need to fall apart/ I can mend a broken heart/ If you need to crash then crash and burn/ You're not alone”

Thursday, December 29, 2005

They Are Just A Bunch Of Big Pansies! Let's Go Meet The Pansies! or Know Thyself

Well, the word 'pansy' has been thrown around a lot lately. People have been calling other people pansies and they in turn have been called pansies themselves. People have been very critical of others, but have not mentioned it to the person, but to others. I've always said, if someone has a problem with me, I really, really want them to say it to my face and not behind my back. I'd say this is a fairly common opinion. Than, if so many people want it done unto them, why don't they themselves do it unto others?

Because it's hard!!!!!!!

It's so easy to criticize someone for not telling someone else that they have a problem with them. But when it's you that has to do the telling, that's another story. I don't know if this has made any sense. I have recently realized that I'm not nearly as assertive as I like to think of myself. I can be. In really big matters and completely trivial ones, I will stand my ground and get in your face like a US Marine. But for everything else, I'd just rather not deal with it. I'd rather run away from it, put it under the couch (who puts things under rugs, I mean really? A couch is much more concealing), or just flat out ignore it. Not this time. It has slapped me in the face like a cold, wet, slightly decaying fish. I've ignored the problem for so long, that it is either take action now or lose two old and very dear friends. It's time to suck it up, deal with the problem, and say "I was a jerk."

No more pansy. I am a big strong oak tree. I am a big strong oak tree. I am a big stro- maybe a willow.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Hmm. . . . Guys Are Weird, Too

I need to stop reading Smitha's blog. More precisely, I need to stop going to links on Smitha's blog. Today I found this. It's really quite interesting. And I thought us girls went nuts in the dorms. But I don't think they broke any windows. :) And only at Christendom would guys wrestle in suits. :P

My complaints and comments

Time to do some ranting. Christmas was great and everything. The dinner was superb and everything was great. I have a new bike, along with bunches of movies, some books, and other fun stuff. While all this went along well, there was one thing that dampered the weekend. That was Christmas Eve Mass.
If you remember some previous comments made by myself (I'm not sure if they were on the blog or through other ways, such as normal conversations or emails, but they were made) concerning plans made to perform a living nativity scene during the middle of Mass instead of a homily. Well, it happened. I don't want to ramble about it now, since its late and I want to go to bed. So I will give the basic problems.
Besides the obvious thing of little kids sitting in front of the altar, with costumes and such, the priest (the new pastor, of whom the parish does not lean towards) encouraged the congregation to congratulate the performers with applause. I hate clapping during Church. At the end of Mass the priest said something about the children being the future of the Church, and that the example of that night showed the Church was "in good hands." I tried really hard to not shake my head, since my family was in the front row, since my little brother was a lector. So it was interesting. But at least it was legit, even though it was illicit.

But everything else is good. Dinner at Grandparents' is always a near occasion of gluttony, and I fell for it again this year. Maybe it won't be so bad at New Years.

I've decided to read the Chronicles of Narnia in the order of their publication. Thus I've read Lion, Witch, & the Wardrobe AND Prince Caspian, which I got for Christmas. Now I'm on the prowl to buy the others. I hope to have the entire series
and The Cleaving of Christendom by the time I get back to school, along with the note typing for fun and hopefully work on reading one of the books I bought this year. I'm also gonna make a list of the books to find out, at school, how much all the books I bought are worth together.

Fun break ahead.


Saturday, December 24, 2005



Felt like getting it out of the way now.

Check this out

This is just crazy awesome. A must see/do!

Friday, December 23, 2005

Fine, Here I AM

Due to popular demand (a person asked for it), here is my belated "I'm freaking home" post.

I've been home for almost a week now, after riding in a car for about four hours trying get to Maryland and home. (stupid traffic) Everything is going fine. I picked out the tree (which we decorated tonight). It will please you to know that I am reading my Carroll again. I'm on like ch 5 in the Cleaving, and can't wait for Vol. 5 to come out! :) Sorry, I'm obsessed. Speaking of obsessed, I've been working on Vol. 1 of my history notes. I've gotten a few days of notes but am ashamed of my note taking in O'Donnell's class. But I'm trying my hardest, keeping my NAB Bible (I hold it is a valid Bible, no matter what you say) by my side.
So I'm here, I'm alive, I've been commenting on posts before, and the hair is returning, darker than ever before. I'm so happy.

Only three more weeks 'til school starts again, or something like that.


Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Give. Live. Love.

This has been bothering me since Thanksgiving day, when a member of Maybef's family handed me a Coke. Give what? Live how? Love who? I assume they were trying to be Christmasy, because it was accompanied by one of Jericho's relatives. But to quote the CO, "That had holes big enough to drive a semi through!" You could read whatever you darn well want into that. Talk about PC. *shakes head in disgust* Why does this bother me so much? I don't know. Maybe because it doesn't seem like a Coke can should provoke confusion. Come on, it's a Coke can. It's a can with Coke in it! Not that big of a deal. I guess I'm just not as deep as the Coke people. *hands in the air*

Other than being really confused by chunks of aluminum, break has been going well. The plane ride was uneventful, although it was really weird, I didn't see anyone I knew from home in MN. That's never happened before. I guess I've been out East too long. That and I've forgotten what cold is. It was around zero when I got home (not counting wind chill, then it's in the negatives. Negative temperature is not a good thing.) The weather as of late (like today) has been good to me and it's in the teens. (Hurray for "warm" weather!) Actually, if you sucked all the moisture out of the air and put more snow on the ground, it's about like good ol' FR.

The game of Mao is being passed on. The other night I taught Meche how to play. That was a good time! Because it was just the two of us, there are some rules that she didn't pick up on, but that will soon be remedied. I googled Mao, thinking I wouldn't come up with much, but, ah, lots of people play that game! Like, internationally, too! There are also a lot of different versions. As it turns out, the rule that involves my teddy bear, is a "nonstandard" rule. That makes me sad. But there are some interesting ones. People bring in the Beatles and everything. Bizarre.

Tonight was my old high school's Christmas concert. That was cool. I have quite a few friends (really good acquaintances? Naw, I think I'll go with friends.) still in hs and of course their in band and choir. (I'm such a band geek/choir nerd.) It's so weird, because junior highers are now in high school. I suppose that's how it goes.

I surprised. There haven't been the usual "I'm home." posts. I think I'll just go ahead and assume that Jericho's plane and Quia's collided and crashed on the highway, on top of CO's and PQ's cars. Then Ibid and Carducci crashed into the mess. This makes me sad. That means 9 has gone down to 3. No matter, must carry on.

Oh, and You're Beautiful is done. I'm so proud, but I have a feeling that a certain "gentle girl, whose blood runs hot, twirls over, and curls" may just kill me at a specific part. But it will be worth it, oh it will be worth it. *rubs hands together evily and laughs* I need ya'll's help, though. What is a good love song. Like a really good one. Not too sappy, just hard core "I love you"?

Monday, December 19, 2005

The Long Silence Ends


The day I left Christendom, I took a walk beneath the evening sky out into the winter countryside. I'm sorry that I stole away like a thief in the night without saying goodbye to most of you friends, but that is rather typical of me. Yet, I want to write awhile about this memory of a particular evening sky.

The winter landscape is rather stark. White and gray hangs over the land casting the winter gloom upon every field and hill. Creation seems desolate and barren, conquered by Death in service to sharp Winter. I walked along the little road past Padre Pio Hall down toard St. Teresa's. I didn't hurry, but rather took my time as I ambled my way through the road's muddy slush. My mind was caught up in my thoughts, and while these took expression my eyes danced about the horizon searching for something beyond what was there. Yet, no bright colors cheered my sight, nor any sign of life in nature greeted me, and I beheld the woodlands stripped naked on the hillsides quivering before winter's intended fury. This wasteland could give me no comfort and hope, when my spirit yearned for any such sign.

Walking took me to the back yard of St. Teresa's, and for awhile I remained there, sometimes gazing upon the forlorn landscape. The neighboring houses like winter were dirty and grey, and seemed like battered fortresses, small redoubts in the dominion of winter. As I caught in all this, I leaned back against the icy picnic table, and tried to give a voice to my distracted thoughts. Then turning around, I placed my foot on the bench, and thought some more, and yet mused on this death of winter. This winter of cold, mud, sleet, and snow that promised a long time of ruined creation and triumph over the Spring that would never come. Spring would never come . . . yet that cannot be true.

I turned back, and slowly trudged the grimy road back to the college through the muddy slush and over teh dirty potholes. Yet, I looked up to the sky, and in a moment my eyes were fixed to the fire in the sky of the Western Sun spreading its mighty blaze and majesty over the Shenandoah mountains. A great black cloud seemed to pour forth toward and above me, as if it were a harbinger of some great war or calamity that had set the world beyond afire in purgining flames, letting loose the royal colors into the barren sky. All this held and fascinated my eyes, and I delighted in the drama that was unfolding before me. The kingdoms of light and darkness contended with each other, and the royal fire prophesied with mute trumpets the advent end of Winter's reign. It could not be stopped; in time the end would come.

All this scene captured the spirit of my imagination and at once for an instant that lacked the cage of time, I felt transported in a reverie beyond my sorrows and desolate spirit to that majestical land of warm brilliant fires and dancing lights, where I beheld the royal King of Summers surrounded by his court making the preparations to return and deliver his desolate kingdom from the wasteful usurpation of Winter. "Hope shall return", a voice proclaimed, "All the wasteland shall be filled with life once more, and those faithful in the exspectation shall find life more new than before." Then the image faded, and I could only walk forward in silence, contemplating this drama between the earth and sky.

Mindful of these things, I wandered back to the campus. My thoughts were so busy, I remained barely conscious of the path my steps were taking. My attention lay elsewhere than my destination. My feet would take me there. Soon the sun descended beyond the horizon's mighty mountains, and the last rays of its glories withfrew before Night spreading her darkling mantle over the sky. Twilight had mysteriously come and gone, and the drama ended, but still my soul cleaved to the revealed hope of a coming spring in the midst of a hopeless winter.

At last at one spot I stopped my wandering. A few last thoughts found their expression into words, but their understanding lay in the heart. Always the heart understands the meaning that is more than the word. My heart beat fast and hard, and each beating pounded my breast with the great swell of anguish, fear, hope, and love. Then one last tender whisper of my soul I uttered into the night, and I wished my last goodbye to fairest Christendom. Beneath twinkling skies, and a guant yellow moon, I began the journey home.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

Heartache and Breakups


Alas, the usual humdrums and wrenchings of departing the dear ones of home to go home to the other dear ones. The traverse, always oddly uneventful, even if the blue lights flash (maybe it's just happened so often that it doesn't less than commonplace). Alack, there wasn't even that this time around . . . nevermind, that is a cheerful, rejoice-worthy thing. But of course, there is the arrival. The usual frantic screaming bound to the all-too-well-known "thump thump thump (etc.)" Then there is that pain which only can be explained by excess pressure from the little monkeys that cling to you like velcro and can't seem to be complacent with picking the bugs out of your hair and eating them.

Okay, so I got home safely, managing to pull it off without getting another ticket (huzzah). It's just rough doing this whole thing; leaving you guys, leaving what is home to me, leaving my dearest, to come home to those who wish that you would never leave once in a million years. This, too, is home, and I love and appreciate my family, don't get me wrong. It's just that they have added stress into my life by being so wanting of my company. This, however, is why we have Christmas break; stress has miraculously disappeared: no more finals, no more attending classes, no more term papers. It's just you and the bed for 24 hours. So, there is no stress, which means I'm not going to get irritable with my family when they bring up the fact that I'm probably not going to be around for New Years or any time after that for a while. I love them, I really do, and I'm starting to understand and appreciate why they miss me so much, nevertheless, they still have to let go. As for me, I need to be kind and patient in handling the situation.

It's not every day that your first-born son, only child for 6 years, and apparently the glue in the family, prepares for lifetime changes. I've grown and changed a great deal since this summer. I don't even remember how I could've been like that. I've dropped bad habits that I have had for for 6 to 7 years, I've started studying and doing my homework, and even going to classees that I neither had to or wanted to attend. My family doesn't see these direct changes, but they do see the tweak in my personality. They see that air of wisdom and responsibility that is growing about me. They see that twinkle in my eye and that smile on my face when my phone starts singing "Hands Down." That scares them. Heck, thinking about it nearly scares me.

I'm not even sure what I'm trying to get at. It's probably obvious that I'm just rambling trying to talk about something that I have to get done, but am not sure how to get about it. It's not something that scares me, but it is something that concerns me. I want my parents to fully understand what is going on between Maria and me. I want them to be able to accept the fact that I am going to be leaving the house soon, not to come back but for visits. Maybe I'm just not being patient enough. Maybe I do need to heed their wishes, but the problem is that I have never been openly rebellious to them; sure I had my times when I'd do things behind their backs, but it never made a statement to them because they never found out, plus those were foolish things, harmful things. This, this is not foolish or harmful. This is one of those times when you get to say "Mom and Dad, this is how it has to be" because without that they won't have a realization, they'll only slowly come to grips with the fact. I need to assert myself, my responsibility, my coming into independence. It'll be hard for them now, but on the long side of things they'll be able to better handle the bigger things than not being home for New Years.

It's nice being home, it always has been since Germany. But it's the sort of nice comfort that only comes because you've got a home somewhere else; you know, that sort of feeling that you get when you visit grandma and grandpa (not quite the same, but it helps you get the gist). Home is where the heart is, right? I suppose that means the heart can bilocate (or even trilocate if things come down to it). My heart is here, true, and always will be because of the love I have for my family. But my heart is more strongly elsewhere now. Makes me think "Home to Me" . . . "Cause you are home to me, cause you are home to me . . . ."

p.s. - I hope you understand the title now...


Thursday, December 15, 2005

Movin' to the Rhythm of the Crusaders

This just in: pictures from CC's winter formal. Comments from freshman and sophomore girls say that it kicked heretic booty! Random guys also agree. There was dispute about having a full blown sit down supper, though. Many appreciated being fed real food for once, but it must be weighed with the fact that it too way too bloody long! Although the general consensus was that it was awesome. There was one sophomore girl who seemed to find the food distasteful and wished whole heartedly that she had gone to China Jade with some of the guys. She was quickly silenced. Because of the dinner, the dance got started late, but the dance gods smiled upon us and curfew was extended. (Hurray! We're having a wonderful time.) The dance floor was considerably larger than last year. This was very well received. There still managed to be plenty of running into people and almost death. And now onto the pictures.

As I said, over all, the dinner was a success.

These are some sophomore girls who thoroughly enjoyed their no boy table.

And once again, Dombo ends up with a table full of nuns.

What did that poor cheesecake even do to them?

These two bums, Hich and Lil' Brudder, decided to go to China Jade instead of attending the dinner. Grr on them.
Here we have some of the KK's. The White Phantom had her beloved Laura-friend and Stitches had her.

The big shocker was that our very own Quia had Ibid. (Nobody knew, not even him!)

And no December 8th festivity would be complete without a procession in honor of Our Lady's Immaculate Conception.

And what's a dance without awkward standing around pictures/yell someone's name and take the picture pictures?

A lovely Collin and Sarah.

Good ol' Swinger and Carducci.

Ry and his Maria.

The great Faz and Monica.

The always cute but slightly late Squishy and Laura-friend.

The WP, Quia, and Carducci.

And the good Capitan in all his oblivion.

Swinger, Quia, and Ibid going out to meet their adoring public. (Not really, but doesn't it look like it?)
For some reason, there was some animosity towards the WP that night.

Eventually the dance started.

Here we have Quia and Ibid demonstrating their slow dancing skills. It has been noted that Quia looks more like Ibid's sister than, well, his sister.

Swinger and Carducci playin' it cool. (Go Daddy-O!)

Faz and Monica showing off their mad swing skills.

The guys dancing in some strange group sway manner.

The Faz contemplating the Form of formalness. (What is it all about?)

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Don't Make a Big Deal, Okay?

Those were the words of my friend Carducci to me in reference to her becoming over 18. To this I said. "Yea, okay. We'll just chill in your room after birthday singing and be like, 'Hurray that you're still alive!'" I was not lying. This was my actual intent. I was planning on respecting the wishes of the Duck. But once her birthday hit, something inside me felt like there was something not right. My first thought was vasculitis, but I decided that was not it. No, I realized that I felt like a bad person for not throwing a party for that one who is so very, very awesome. But I brushed it off (or tried to) by saying, "It's what she wants." So I went about my life, studying Latin. (I've come up with a new disease: Periphrastic Conjugations. It can be in active or passive form. Very deadly.) Then Swinger texted me asking what we were doing for Ducci's birthday. Well, the rest was history. Swinger, Quia, and I ended up running around FR looking for Ducci approved soda, chips, and fuzzy toe socks. It was a grand time. We learned that just because two things are red, doesn't mean they match, Peebles has a lot of frumpy old lady clothes (usually with old ladies by them, so if you make fun of the clothes, usually you'll insult the old ladies, too!), baby wrapping paper is not funny (this was news to me), and I don't know how to draw a duck (really, it was bad.)
The party was even better. There was cake, ice cream, food, music, a movie, and some pretty fun people. Of course the party that was supposed to start at 9, didn't acutally start untill 10ish, because someone doesn't know how to be on time for her own suprise birthday party!!! (J/K Duck, I love you!) Anyway Ducky, I just wanted to say:
Happy Birthday!!!!!

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Life, Charity, and the Pursuit of Happiness


Okay, so if you haven't come to guess what I mean by that, perhaps you need to watch me more. Not to offend, of course. It's just rather plain to see that, well, I am in love. It is such a wonderful thing... a song comes to mind: "All you need is love..." Yeah, it may not be completely encompassing, but I think to a very real degree, it is true.

As was discussed today in Human Nature, civilized eating is important to friendship. And as we all know from previous discussions in HN, that the nuptual friendship between man and woman is the best possible friendship. I am not saying that I am in that level of a relationship at this point, but you all know that I am heading that way, and that we fully plan upon that end. So, if eating is important to friendship in that it is a place of rich conversation, then it is obvious that I am going to eat with this one I might call my significant other. Well, if I've got love, I don't need to worry about eating then, right? I mean, being in love is having the best frienship ever, and food is part of that.

Then I can get into the argument of "well what about money?" I'll ask you then, what about money? Well, there, due to that natural drive to eat, aside from the appetitive necessity of eating, so as to be able to converse with that person you love, you will have a drive to work to provide food for yourself and that special person with whom you will be 'dining civilized-like.' Let us, of course, not forget that the woman need not concern herself with the obtaining of the money, for she can rely on her love--both the person and what she shares with that person--to provide. And, as Maria likes to joke, her paycheck is hers and my paycheck is hers. Not put so eloquently as she put it, so it's not as funny, and may seem odd to some of you, so never mind that fact... it is just a joke.

Anyhow, I could go on and on about how real and poignant that song may be. I guess all I wanted to say is that regula caritas never fails; self-giving is the best thing ever. Christ did it for us, and I've begun to understand what exactly that is like. There is a cross to bear, something both of us must work with, and I would give anything that I could have taken the hit in her stead. Anything. She, just the same for me. It is our wish to give ourselves selflessly for the other, the beginning of that marital relationship; the one that God set up when he sent His only-begotten son to die for our sins, to give Himself as bridegroom for His bride, the people, His church. It is a most wonderful thing. I once called it the "salubrious pestilence of life," but lo, little did I realize that love only brings out what we dislike in ourselves because we want the best for our love. It is something we must accept, especially to the point of truly letting go. It is said that we like people for their qualities, and love them for their faults.


Monday, December 05, 2005

There Should Be More Dates And Less Dating

Thus spake the dating god of Christendom College, I mean, Dr. Cuddeback. Quia and I have decided to take his advice. But instead of going out on dates by ourselves, we’ve decided to lighten things up a bit: both of us and one guy. Instead of a double date, it’s a one and a half date. Clever? We did it once last year and it was a lot of fun. So we decided to give it another whack. We thought our friend Faz should be our first victim – date, yes, I meant date.
So last night, Quia, Faz, and I went to see Chicken Little. I was really happy because I had recommended it, and as of late, my taste in movies has been called into question. But I redeemed myself and we all liked it. After that we went to KFC to eat some chicken. I promptly picked up a drumstick and said, “The sky is falling! The sky is falling!” To which Faz replied, “Mmmm.” We found out Faz eats his corn on the cob perfectly. (See pictures below.) The only hard part was that Quia insisted we sit on these freakishly high chairs that practically required me to get out rock climbing gear. (I’m not called Hobbit for nothing!) And she kept dropping her napkin. Bad Quia.
After that we headed back to Main Street for the traditional walk down Main. Unfortunately for us, the weather did not realize we were on a date. The sky started spitting sloshy cold wet gunk at us. (Hmm, I guess the sky really was falling!) We danced in the parking lot and Faz got out his machetes and did a really cool machete thing to Japanese techno. Then began our walk. I was the cutsie date while Quia filmed. (Strangely, the film got deleted. . . ) Then Quia was the awkward date while I filmed. Then Faz got a hold of the camera and filmed us. The date was then officially over and so the five of us (we’d picked up Carducci and Swinger by that point) headed over to GA. The Chilean of Front Royal and Lola showed up shortly after and the evening ended as so many have thus far, video games.
Overall, the date was great. We all had a good time. Faz rolled with it really well. (We only told him as much as he needed to know to get us from point A to point B.) He summed it up pretty well with, “It could be techno, it could be sappy, or it could be Short Skirt and a Long Jacket.”

Note the sign that says “Finger-lickin’ good.” Somehow I saw the F & r from finger and the ‘ickin’ from lickin’ and well, I was confused as to KFC’s advertising strategy for a moment.

Quia really got into her corn.

Quia told Faz to make a face at me, so he did. :)

Faz got a little crazy when the Japanese techno came on. :)

Who we talkin' about?

Faz getting wet by the gunk the sky was throwing at us.

I took refuge under the gazebo. (We have a gazebo on Main Street. It's pretty cool.)

And after it was all over, all we had to say was, “HOUSE.”