 | You scored as Evangelical Holiness/Wesleyan. You are an evangelical in the Wesleyan tradition. You believe that God's grace enables you to choose to believe in him, even though you yourself are totally depraved. The gift of the Holy Spirit gives you assurance of your salvation, and he also enables you to live the life of obedience to which God has called us. You are influenced heavly by John Wesley and the Methodists.
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Friday, December 29, 2006
Theology
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Birthday of a King
A little over a year ago, a friend of mine, Patrick*, went along with me to my church's annual Christmas Candlelight service. Before we got out of the car, I told Patrick, "I must warn you; there's this song we always sing and it's not that great. Yet, somehow, we always manage to survive it." Patrick looked at me as though I was insane but it was for his own good. . .
Well, the time came. It was between traditional songs that one would expect and long to hear at a candlelight service. I believe it happened between "O Holy Night" and "Go Tell it on a Mountain." The praise team began, "Birthday of a King."
My Sunday School teacher says it hails from the 1930s, a time when America was suffering the Great Depression. While the lyrics may suggest otherwise, it just seems to require audiences to have prescriptions for Prozac. However, one of our ministers just loves the song.
In the midst of mumbling the words, Patrick leans over and says, "I think this was the song cut from The Sound of Music. I couldn't help but laugh. I wish it was cut from our minister's yuletide repertoire.
Later, my Sunday School class gathered at the nearby Fuddrucker's. We discussed this song and Patrick said, "Well, at least she gave me fair warning."
Here's your chance to know the awe and wonder we experience annually.
* Name changed to protect me from the "Nutty Professor"
Well, the time came. It was between traditional songs that one would expect and long to hear at a candlelight service. I believe it happened between "O Holy Night" and "Go Tell it on a Mountain." The praise team began, "Birthday of a King."
My Sunday School teacher says it hails from the 1930s, a time when America was suffering the Great Depression. While the lyrics may suggest otherwise, it just seems to require audiences to have prescriptions for Prozac. However, one of our ministers just loves the song.
In the midst of mumbling the words, Patrick leans over and says, "I think this was the song cut from The Sound of Music. I couldn't help but laugh. I wish it was cut from our minister's yuletide repertoire.
Later, my Sunday School class gathered at the nearby Fuddrucker's. We discussed this song and Patrick said, "Well, at least she gave me fair warning."
Here's your chance to know the awe and wonder we experience annually.
* Name changed to protect me from the "Nutty Professor"
Monday, December 25, 2006
Monday, December 18, 2006
Out of the mouths of bears
I have been blessed with family who have, through the years, given me awesome gifts. Once, I woke up on Christmas morning to find a bicycle awaiting me by our tree. It was awesome - it was purple with a banana seat. Later on, my folks got a flag for the back of it. I loved that bike.
Another year, I got the She-Ra castle. The impressive box took up the trunk of the car as we traveled to Corpus Christi for Christmas. While this gargantuan package (bigger than my six year old self) remained unlabeled, I knew it was for me. Nevertheless, I was happy to get the beautiful, cloud-like pink castle.
When cabbage patch dolls were all the rage, I was able to get three. Elena Tracy, Terry Marjorie, and Melanie Celeste are packed away somewhere. I remember requesting that they have green eyes and all the girls do. Terry and Melanie are redheads even.
The only time I was ever denied a desired toy was when I was seven or so. I really wanted a Teddy Ruxpin. I was enthralled by how this bear's mouth was synchronized with little audio tapes. Later on, I wanted to play my M.C. Hammer and Paula Abdul tapes inside this teddy bear just to see what that would be like. Alas, my parents said they could not afford this loquacious bear.
I hadn't really thought of this until I started seeing the TJ FairyTales guy. He talks, too. When I first saw the commercial a couple of weeks ago, all I could imagine TJ saying was "Stop, Hammertime. Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh."
Friday, December 15, 2006
Blogging Type
| Your Blogging Type Is the Private Performer |
 Your blog is your stage - with your visitors your adoring fans. At least, that's how you write with your witty one liners. And while you like attention, you value your privacy. You're likely to have an anonymous blog - or turn off comments. |
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Caveat: The title for this entry is, perhaps, a reference that only my coworkers will understand. For anyone who'd appreciate clarification, feel free to email me. :-P
Well, the humble library at which I work has employed a group known formally as the Safety Patrol. This group of fearless student workers can and will escort paranoid employees and patrons to and from their vehicles. The fine folks of Safety Patrol wear "intimidating" neon orange vests over their street clothes. To me, they practically yell, "Hall Monitor" as opposed to "Protector of the Weak and Meek" but I digress. When they are not escorting, members of the Safety Patrol wait in the foyer of various buildings on the campus, including the library.
Among the Safety Patrol are two individuals to whom I will refer to as Dee and Dum. Dee and Dum are a couple of student escorts that are roughly the same size and shape (sort of like Humpty Dumpty). I believe that I, standing five feet eight inches, am taller than both. They don't scare me much. Once, after an incident with a CLG (Creepy Looking Guy or Creepy Library Guy), I actually considered enlisting the help of Dee but she was on her cell phone. So, I bravely managed to find my car without CLG harassment.
Once, one of the directors asked me if I had ever utilized the services of the Safety Patrol. I told him “No, I haven’t.” He asked, “Why not?” I responded, “Well, I’m taller than they are.”
Some of my coworkers let the powers that be know that it was scary coming into the library when having to open it at 6:30 in the morning. Honestly, I prefer the buddy system.
Thus, they assigned this pre-dawn patrol to the ever-popular library fixture of Ed Dominic*. (Ed had been a shelving assistant at the library until he was “relieved of his duties” due to his bossing around of other shelving assistants). Let’s just say Ed is a prize short of a Happy Meal. This is who the police chief determined could walk around with a walkie-talkie, “securing the area” in his official neon orange vest. We’re to call on Ed if we need any help in the morning. Of all people! Well, I must admit that with his black, faux snakeskin boots, and Garth Brooks style cowboy hat, Ed is actually taller than me. Nevertheless, I have opted for the buddy system, asking “Hey, can we walk out together? I feel better going with you than with Ed Dominic.”
As one of my coworkers put it, Ed probably rode the short bus to school. She’d also rather risk her life at the choking hands of a mugger than walk to and from the parking lot with Ed Dominic. If she or anyone else did have Ed accompany them to the parking lot and some unsavory type attacked, Ed would most like run back to the library, yelling “Call 411” into his walkie-talkie instead of the proper “Call 911.”
Can I get some mace? Whether or not I will use it on a would be attacker or the Safety Patrol is another story. . .
* Name changed to protect me from the quintessential CLG.
Well, the humble library at which I work has employed a group known formally as the Safety Patrol. This group of fearless student workers can and will escort paranoid employees and patrons to and from their vehicles. The fine folks of Safety Patrol wear "intimidating" neon orange vests over their street clothes. To me, they practically yell, "Hall Monitor" as opposed to "Protector of the Weak and Meek" but I digress. When they are not escorting, members of the Safety Patrol wait in the foyer of various buildings on the campus, including the library.
Among the Safety Patrol are two individuals to whom I will refer to as Dee and Dum. Dee and Dum are a couple of student escorts that are roughly the same size and shape (sort of like Humpty Dumpty). I believe that I, standing five feet eight inches, am taller than both. They don't scare me much. Once, after an incident with a CLG (Creepy Looking Guy or Creepy Library Guy), I actually considered enlisting the help of Dee but she was on her cell phone. So, I bravely managed to find my car without CLG harassment.
Once, one of the directors asked me if I had ever utilized the services of the Safety Patrol. I told him “No, I haven’t.” He asked, “Why not?” I responded, “Well, I’m taller than they are.”
Some of my coworkers let the powers that be know that it was scary coming into the library when having to open it at 6:30 in the morning. Honestly, I prefer the buddy system.
Thus, they assigned this pre-dawn patrol to the ever-popular library fixture of Ed Dominic*. (Ed had been a shelving assistant at the library until he was “relieved of his duties” due to his bossing around of other shelving assistants). Let’s just say Ed is a prize short of a Happy Meal. This is who the police chief determined could walk around with a walkie-talkie, “securing the area” in his official neon orange vest. We’re to call on Ed if we need any help in the morning. Of all people! Well, I must admit that with his black, faux snakeskin boots, and Garth Brooks style cowboy hat, Ed is actually taller than me. Nevertheless, I have opted for the buddy system, asking “Hey, can we walk out together? I feel better going with you than with Ed Dominic.”
As one of my coworkers put it, Ed probably rode the short bus to school. She’d also rather risk her life at the choking hands of a mugger than walk to and from the parking lot with Ed Dominic. If she or anyone else did have Ed accompany them to the parking lot and some unsavory type attacked, Ed would most like run back to the library, yelling “Call 411” into his walkie-talkie instead of the proper “Call 911.”
Can I get some mace? Whether or not I will use it on a would be attacker or the Safety Patrol is another story. . .
* Name changed to protect me from the quintessential CLG.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
My political profile . . .
| Your Political Profile: |
| Overall: 60% Conservative, 40% Liberal |
| Social Issues: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal |
| Personal Responsibility: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal |
| Fiscal Issues: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal |
| Ethics: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal |
| Defense and Crime: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal |
Julenisse
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Sunday, December 03, 2006
Grad School
These are the greatest things about grad school right this second:
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- The semester ends December 15th.
- Spring semester doesn't start until after MLK, Jr Day.
- My practicum waiver request was --- ACCEPTED! YIPPEE
- Of course, there's the whole getting a better job thing . . . lol
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