lazy weekend

so it was another lazy weekend. You can see Jeremy engaged in his favorite activity. Falling asleep on the couch while reading.
I think I was watching a movie.
anyway we did get out and took the train to the library (another one of Jeremys favorite places) and then spent the afternoon reading at a new cafe we found near our house. The cafe is in Kensington and we have passed it many times on our way to Starbucks. As it turns out we did this again on saturday only to get to starbucks and find that the line up went out the door. So we walked back to the other Cafe and went in. I found myself plesantly surprised. We had lunch and coffee all in one place!! Yes, as you can see that my life has definitly picked up in excitment when this is the highlight of my weekend. We also washed the car and ate chineese food.

I have shrived, shriven and shroved

so last night was shrove tuesday the last day before the first day of lent. In the usual style of the Spiritual Theology majors at Rocky Mountain College we got together to eat all the pancakes with whiped cream, nutella, syrup and sugar we could. We add on to this a healthy side of bacon and hashbrowns and we top it off with some sausage. It is a night of serious gluttony. But that is what shrove tuesday is for. (for those of you who don't know it is the tuesday before the first day of lent, which is Ash Wednesday, that is celebrated by confesssion, absoulution of sin and getting rid of all the foods in the house that one must not eat during lent the next 40 days, or 46 if you count the sundays until Easter sunday) the getting rid of the food is the fun part.
I have been putting effort into building a leten celebration in my life for the last few years. Lent is not always about fasting and self denial I belive it can be a time when we add things to our lives. But it is a period of time when God and his sacrafice and presence is celebrated and remembered. It is preperation for ressurection. How am I prepring to myself for the beauty and glory of ressurecion? well this year I felt God calling me to write. I have a lot of thoughts. Most of these get spewed out into the universe or at the people around me. But for a while i have felt God calling me to the dicipline of writting. So this is what i will do. I will keep a public and a private record of my thoughts (this of course being the public) so on this the first day of lent i suppose i have written.
good job
keep it up
you can do this
(just a little encouragement i will write to myself from myself)

unrealistic romance day

so I do not celebrate valentines day. I don't participate because I do not want to add confusion to my life. I think that living in reality is a valuable thing. Valentines day is apex of the fantasy world type romance that our society sets us up to expect as a 'norm' in our world. And inevitably when we don't reach the heights of romance we are disapointed. I choose to live in the world of reality where i know that my life is not a romantic comedy just as much as I don't expect to win the next lotto. Living in reality avoids a life of heart break. That is not to say that i don't enjoy love and romance, it is just that I think we need to change our definition of what romance is from what society says it is to what fits into your reality. Love and romance that is rooted in the reality of our existance is so much more full of beauty and true depth than trying to live out unrelistic expections of what it 'should' or 'ought' to be. Just as i can not let the world around me dictate to be my being or my personhood or the value and worth of those things I can not expect society to dictate to me what i ought to feel is romance and the substance of love and how that ought to be instituted in my life.
on the other hand Jeremy is relived that he does not have to by $200 roses.
the funny thing is that when i tell Jeremy this stuff about how i really feel about valentines day and other stuff like this he looks at me as if he couldn't get enough of me and as if i am the most amazing girl in the entire world and i know that i am really really really loved. That means so much more to me to know that i am really loved for my convictions and personhood than it would to get chocolate and flowers.

I've changed my mind

so I've changed my mind. I am going to re-start my blog. I though that after the first entry that i don't want to do this but now i think I will. I went to a funeral last week. Jessie Wilkie was my neighbor for most of my growing up years. Her and her husband had the most beautiful gardens and they would spend hours in them. I used to garden with them. Her husband always used to try to make me call her Nanna. That was rather confusing to me because she was not my Nanna and i didn't think it was right to call her anything else except Mrs. Wilkie. strange. anyway. She kept a journal and wrote it in everyday since 1957. It was amazing to have her life chronicled like that in her own writting. NOt that I think I will keep this blog going to 50 years, I will try for a week. and we will see where it goes from there. I'm not promising anything big kids.