Sunday, April 29, 2012

Went to Ohio...

Visited Franciscan University of Steubenville.
It was awesome. 
Got rained on.
Waited the rain out in a stone chapel. 
Which was awesome.
Met a Franciscan friar. 
He was awesome.
Went to lunch. 
Which was awesome.
Met my roomhosts.
They were awesome.
Watched an extreme frisby game.
Got cold.
Spent a night in the dorms.
Everyone there?
Sat in on classes.
Went to Mass.

Was unbearably shy the whole trip... Erm.

Anyway, still haven't decided on the whole college thing, but Franciscan is decidedly awesome.

Will update with more entertaining posts (as in, more entertaining than this one) as soon as I get my life back in order...

Better yet, I'll do it the next time I feel like procrastinating.
Soon. Very soon.

To wrap up, a couple things I'm excited about.

1) Owl City's new album to be released in August. Just in time for my birthday!

2) This guy.

Octopus made out of a sock? Socktopus! W00T 

Lots o love, 

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Why I haven't updated...

You know those days when everything (and I mean everything) works to frustrate you?
And eventually it gets to the point where it's just so ridiculous that it becomes funny?
That was today. 

Go to see orthodontist. Get impressions done. Clay junk gets stuck to my brackets. Can't talk or move for three to five minutes while the doctor viciously tugs at my teeth until it comes off. Funny in retrospect, but gawsh it hurt! Endure sore teeth for the rest of the day.

Get home. Dear little brother has spilled bleach all over the very old, very expensive rug. 
Brother is now locked in a dresser drawer being fed with a tube.
(That last part really isn't true. Really.) 

In my haste to help him clean up the rest of the bleach before it ruins the wood floor, I allow the car door to swing freely. There is now a nice, purdy little scratch on the door. I think it gives it character. Mom does not agree.

Time to milk the goats and take care of the other ol' farm stuff that we do on the farm with the goats. Was that sentence massively redundant? Yes. Do I care? No. 
Take a moment before going outside to put some laundry in the washer. Realize that dear little brother wiped up the bleach with our nice towels. He then put them in the laundry basket... With our other nice towels. Bye bye, nice towels. :)

Storm is coming in. Chores still aren't done. Eight goat kids need their shots. Beehives need tending. Chickens keep trying to sneak into the milking room. Dad drops a ladder on the dog. 
Dad's screen printer derps and prints the wrong logo on a batch of t-shirts we need by tomorrow.Dear little sister is running a 102* fever.

At least we have ice-cream.


Eat ice-cream. World peace.

Much love,

Sunday, April 8, 2012


The most important day in all of history. 
The Eighth Day. 
The New Creation. 
The day when the God-man who walked among us and died at our hands, passes through death itself, and lives again. 
This is the eternal mystery, that even death must die in the end.

One of these days the Heavens will open before us and we will see creation as it really is. Like men and women looking back on our childhood days and seeing how small we once were, we will look upon the expanse of our universe and realize how tiny we were among it all... We will drop the toys of our age. We will forget all of those things we used to call treasures. All that has been will wither in the light of the infinite Now. 

Today is Easter. 
Today isn't about rabbits laying eggs. 
It's about the most epic story ever lived. 
It's about Eternity touching time. 
It's about the Infinite reaching down and embracing the finite. 
It's about the greatest sacrifice the world will ever know. 
Love dies for His beloved. 
 And, defying all of nature, shattering the boundaries of time and space, He rises, and carries her with Him to glory. 

We cannot even begin to imagine what awaits. 

"But soon we shall die and all memory...will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. 
Even memory is not necessary for love. 
There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the only bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning."

The Bridge of San Luis Rey by Thorton Wilder

Monday, April 2, 2012

April Fools

April Fools has passed, and yet again not a single successful prank on my part. 

That's okay, I have until next year to get my little sister back for that pillowcase full of clothespins...

End of stupid post.
Have a cupcake.