Sunday, June 24, 2007

Choir Weekend

Once again, today feels more like a Picture Day as opposed to a Word Day, so here are some pictures from this weekend. Our Choir spent most of Saturday practicing for a concert we'd like to give in the Fall, and then we sang at our church this morning. As always, click on the photo to make it larger.


Here we are warming up... this is the closest Syd and I come to doing sports.*



Though we don't look that excited, practicing is actually rather fun, and can even be quite hilarious at times.



My favourite Tenor and Bass... :)



Here's Biff starting the grill fire... is this normal? Can I make a generalization and say that the majority of Germans start their grill fires this way? Or is it a Center of the Universe Thing?



Helmut not only has a thing for a certain young lady at church, but for cell phones...



Here's Syd fastening the salad bowl to the tractor - the ride home is pretty bumpy. Yes, I know I shouldn't make fun of him, but sometimes he kind of asks for it. :)



Sunday morning singing at church...



Last but not least, a group photo outside the church...



*swimming with Huckleberry excluded

Monday, June 18, 2007

Halde*

This was taken on a little mountain/hill right outside my town...



*ist das richtig buchstabiert?

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

What to write... ?

*thinks about what to write*

*eats chocolate*

*writes something extremely negative*

*deletes*

*thinks some more*

*writes something twistedly sarcastic*

*deletes*

*thinks again*

*gazes out the window*

*writes something tragically honest*

*deletes*

*closes her eyes and thinks*

*writes in symbolism*

*deletes*

*eats more chocolate*

*writes something irrelevant and shallow*

*deletes*

*thinks some more*

*gives up*


As many of you know, that's kind of where I am at this point. And not just with the blog. But things are improving.

Monday, June 11, 2007

Thoughts of a Hair-Twirling Brat

I was debating whether or not to even go to church a couple of weeks ago just cause I was so burnt out from everything. But, as I've been taught to make decisions based on what I think is right as opposed to what I feel like, I decided to take a deep breath and go for it. All was well until the following conversation after the sermon with a certain older woman who's notorious for making people run crying out of the building, never to return. 

Lady: "Do you really think you should twirl your hair during the church service?" 
Mary: "Em... I never really thought about it." 
Lady: "Do you do it subconsciously?" 
Mary: "Well... I realize I'm doing it... but..." 
Lady: "So it's deliberate? Do you realize it distracts people?" 
Mary: "Em... no..." 
Lady: "And do you think it's appropriate to sit the way you do?" 
Mary: "Excuse me?" 
Lady: "You sit Indian-style throughout the entire service. Now, I'd understand if a three-year-old would do that, but... how old are you?" 
Mary: "Em... I'm 24..." *hangs her head in shame* 
Lady: *gasp* "24..." 
Mary: "I don't want to discuss this anymore." 
Lady: *starts to talk* 
Mary: "I said, I can't discuss this. And if I feel like twirling my hair, I think I ought to be able to do so."  

Am I a brat? The secret's out, folks: I'm a terribly immature hair-twirling sassy-mouthed brat. But sometimes there's simply no other option. Last time we talked, the issue was my weight. 

Lady: "You look really thin... it's not healthy to be so thin." 
Mary: "I've always been thin... it's just the way I am, and I generally feel healthy." 
Lady: "But SO thin... you even look like you've lost weight." 
Mary: "Maybe I have. Maybe I'm under stress." 
Lady: "What do you eat? Do you eat vegetables?" 
Mary: "No, I hate vegetables. I never eat them." 
Lady: *looks me up and down* 
Mary: "I only eat chocolate... for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Vegetables make me sick." 

Seriously, though... I think there are more important things to criticize me on. If someone's going to criticize or question me, believe me, there are a TON of things you could focus on. Real things. Serious things. Arguably dangerous things. If anyone's interested, let me know and I'll write you a book. But the way I sit in church? Please. It's superficial and shallow and irrelevant and annoying. Yesterday, I was tempted to sit Indian-style. And to even try twirling my hair with both hands. And to maybe even smack gum and pop bubbles during the sermon. But instead I sat all the way in the back and behaved myself.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Limited Internet Access...

Due to lack of internet access, I'm going to be unable to update this blog for a limited, yet unknown, period of time. Hopefully things will be up and running in a week or so.

Also, if you need to get in touch with me, please pick up the phone instead of sending an e-mail.

Thanks...