A conversation I had at work today with a fella in the dining room:
Him: Can I ask you a question?
Me: Sure.
Him: If Jesus were to ask you to marry Him, would you say yes?
Me: How about if I cross that bridge when I come to it?
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Dogs
I'm officially in my new place. I moved Ascension Thursday, which is an auspicious date for a move, I think. (I was shooting for Brian Eno's birthday, but didn't make it out in time.) For anyone reading this in the neighborhood--I'm planning the Bring Your Own Chair Party for Saturday, June 2nd.
Two dogs live upstairs, which is one less than I'm used to. When I go back to the JFCCCHouse, Cori, the littler black dog, gets all excited; she knows she can guilt-trip me into taking her for a WALK. That's not quite true--when I hook the leash to her collar, she reaches back and grabs it in her teeth, so technically she takes me for a walk. Another fun Cori fact: it takes 5 YipYaps--breath mints for dogs--to eradicate her dog breath. For an hour or so, anyhow.
This weekend I'm watching my motorcycling friend's dog. I'll take her to work with me on Monday because she's small and likes to ride around in a pouch. The guys at the 'Bread are gonna go nuts when they see that.
Two dogs live upstairs, which is one less than I'm used to. When I go back to the JFCCCHouse, Cori, the littler black dog, gets all excited; she knows she can guilt-trip me into taking her for a WALK. That's not quite true--when I hook the leash to her collar, she reaches back and grabs it in her teeth, so technically she takes me for a walk. Another fun Cori fact: it takes 5 YipYaps--breath mints for dogs--to eradicate her dog breath. For an hour or so, anyhow.
This weekend I'm watching my motorcycling friend's dog. I'll take her to work with me on Monday because she's small and likes to ride around in a pouch. The guys at the 'Bread are gonna go nuts when they see that.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Ice Cream and Swords
The Ice Cream Social last week went very well. We had a good team of volunteers in to help us; a couple of them mentioned having handyman skills as well as ice-cream-scooping skills, so we put them to work hanging a plaque in Cooie's honor. Overheard while they were thus engaged in that task: "Don't get it out of whack now. We want to keep it in whack if at all possible."
The miracle of the loaves and fishes got transmogrified into the miracle of the ice cream and bananas. Not only did we serve 259 bowls of banana splits and sundaes, but when everyone was absolutely done with as many helpings as they wished, we had maybe two cups left in the bottom of one tub of the donated Graeter's, so it was a perfect amount. Plus, I had gotten some emergency backup Kroger brand (with money donated by the volunteer team's company), so we have enough for another Ice Cream Social next week, if we so choose. I don't think we'll choose that, but at least we'll have a good snack option on the next hot day.
The office staff served the volunteers ice cream at the end of their shift, and so also served many second and third helpings for guests returning to the line. It was my first time working the serving line, I'm embarrassed to admit. If I'd known I was gonna be putting some time in there, I wouldn't have worn heels. A Val quote about the experience at the end of the day: "I think I have ice cream on the bottom of my shoe."
In other news, I'm moving out of the artsy-fartsy JesusFreakCrazyCommuneCultHouse. I'm just moving down the street though, so I'm not actually moving out of the artsy-fartsy JesusFreakCrazyCommuneCult. My new home is the first floor of a two-family flat. It's a shotgun house, and my bedroom will also be the front room. I was up late last night talking to Pants about it. I knew she could relate to any moving anxiety--we're both moving out at the same time. "I'm a little worried because I don't have a dresser yet," I told her, "And I don't want to start out at my new apartment just flinging all my clothes everywhere, like I do now."
"Well, here," she said, "You want to use this dresser? It belongs to the folks whose house you're moving into, anyway."
"That's perfect! It's tall, so I can use it as part of my 'bedroom wall.' I want to separate my bed off from the rest of the front room, and first I thought I'd use screens, but since I haven't been able to find any I was just gonna use bookcases and dressers."
"You want a screen?" She pulled a set of three wooden screens complete with louvres that she had hidden away in her closet.
It was like Princess Bride, you know? "Ah--if only we had a Holocaust Cloak!"
Speaking of swashbuckling--the last couple of weeks I've been introducing Izaac, one of the young'uns in the JFCCCHouse, to all my favorite old movies--Robin Hood, The Thief of Bagdad (with Douglas Fairbanks, Sr.), The Prisoner of Zenda (with Douglas Fairbanks, Jr.). I love Robin Hood for its lesson that you can do good things without being a goody-goody, and Izaac seemed to agree.
"Watching Robin Hood makes me wanna be Robin Hood!" he said at one point.
"Except without the swordfights," Zoe (his sister) interjected.
"No! The swordfights are the whole point!" Izaac and I said together.
And I introduced him to Zenda to teach him the lesson that, if you're gonna be a bad guy, at least be a charming bad guy. He seems to have learned that, too. He's been going around shouting "Au revoir, play-actor!" at every opportunity.
The miracle of the loaves and fishes got transmogrified into the miracle of the ice cream and bananas. Not only did we serve 259 bowls of banana splits and sundaes, but when everyone was absolutely done with as many helpings as they wished, we had maybe two cups left in the bottom of one tub of the donated Graeter's, so it was a perfect amount. Plus, I had gotten some emergency backup Kroger brand (with money donated by the volunteer team's company), so we have enough for another Ice Cream Social next week, if we so choose. I don't think we'll choose that, but at least we'll have a good snack option on the next hot day.
The office staff served the volunteers ice cream at the end of their shift, and so also served many second and third helpings for guests returning to the line. It was my first time working the serving line, I'm embarrassed to admit. If I'd known I was gonna be putting some time in there, I wouldn't have worn heels. A Val quote about the experience at the end of the day: "I think I have ice cream on the bottom of my shoe."
In other news, I'm moving out of the artsy-fartsy JesusFreakCrazyCommuneCultHouse. I'm just moving down the street though, so I'm not actually moving out of the artsy-fartsy JesusFreakCrazyCommuneCult. My new home is the first floor of a two-family flat. It's a shotgun house, and my bedroom will also be the front room. I was up late last night talking to Pants about it. I knew she could relate to any moving anxiety--we're both moving out at the same time. "I'm a little worried because I don't have a dresser yet," I told her, "And I don't want to start out at my new apartment just flinging all my clothes everywhere, like I do now."
"Well, here," she said, "You want to use this dresser? It belongs to the folks whose house you're moving into, anyway."
"That's perfect! It's tall, so I can use it as part of my 'bedroom wall.' I want to separate my bed off from the rest of the front room, and first I thought I'd use screens, but since I haven't been able to find any I was just gonna use bookcases and dressers."
"You want a screen?" She pulled a set of three wooden screens complete with louvres that she had hidden away in her closet.
It was like Princess Bride, you know? "Ah--if only we had a Holocaust Cloak!"
Speaking of swashbuckling--the last couple of weeks I've been introducing Izaac, one of the young'uns in the JFCCCHouse, to all my favorite old movies--Robin Hood, The Thief of Bagdad (with Douglas Fairbanks, Sr.), The Prisoner of Zenda (with Douglas Fairbanks, Jr.). I love Robin Hood for its lesson that you can do good things without being a goody-goody, and Izaac seemed to agree.
"Watching Robin Hood makes me wanna be Robin Hood!" he said at one point.
"Except without the swordfights," Zoe (his sister) interjected.
"No! The swordfights are the whole point!" Izaac and I said together.
And I introduced him to Zenda to teach him the lesson that, if you're gonna be a bad guy, at least be a charming bad guy. He seems to have learned that, too. He's been going around shouting "Au revoir, play-actor!" at every opportunity.
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