Friday, September 23, 2005

Two days until Obadiah's birthday! Can't believe he's turning 25...
Don't have much time to write as I have many things to do around the house and errands to run in preparation for the little shindig. Just wanted to let those interested in on something.
My mom works with an animal organization and has a friend that's down in Louisiana right now (i believe) and she's keeping a blog. It's actually very interesting. Here's the link:
Pray that God would have mercy on the Gulf Coast and that Rita would dissipate before reaching shore. Louisiana's already got it so bad with this levee situation.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Ah, day 2 of career-of-my-dreams has come and gone and man am I tired! It's been a whirlwind of orientation, then right into my first story and more on that today. I worked 9.5 hours today and didn't sleep well last night...I'm trying to adjust. I think I was feeling subconsciously anxious last night (on top of the fact that the cat that I praised just a few posts ago decided to meow at my door for half the night). So I was lazy this morning. And grumpy. And just plain tired. No run for me (first time I've done that during this training schedule, but no worries).
As for the training schedule, it's going really well for me, I think. Sunday was my long run of the week and I ran 6 miles. It was sub-9-minute mile pace, and I felt pretty good. The only thing that concerns me is a bit of pain I keep getting near my ankle. But I'm monitoring it and I'm sure it will be fine.

Met my competition today. The "Dark Star" newspaper reporter came to the same meeting. Not sure if I should feel badly for the fact that the competitive spirit (okay, albeit prideful spirit) in me wants to beat him at his game. It's time to do some scooping. Yikes, day 2 and I'm already like this??
Wish me luck. Dark Star must go down. (Still need clever name for my paper, but don't know what the antithesis in Star Wars example is....)

Finally got our honeymoon and mini-vacation pictures back. I can finally do some scrapbooking! Well, maybe not this weekend. We'll be going to the lake on Sunday (yes!!!) and I'll be jumpin' on my wakeboard :)
Alrighty, peace out for now

Wednesday, September 07, 2005


I have the best cat in the world.

Yes, that's what I'm starting my blog today with. My cat, Destiny, is chillin' at the top of her cat condo watching me do this and that on the computer and looks to have not a care in the world. I used to think that cats had "the life." Sit around all day, play all night and get spoiled with love by their owners. How posh!
But to some extent, I experienced a little of that time this past summer, hanging out at home all day, TV perpetually turned on, sitting on my duff.

It was boring.
And I felt lonely.

For about 8 hours a day, I was at home and my husband was at work. With the house already put together, there was nothing for me to do but sit. Or read. Or, what I resorted to most of the time; watch TV.
And then, when he came home, utter excitement and happiness and my window of time for love and affection.

Suddenly, I WAS the cat.

Now I'm the working stiff, getting home at 7 o'clock at night (this job finishes up this week and the next starts Monday), emotionally drained by other peoples' kids and worn down by the lack of breaks for myself. Such complete, antithetic situations.

So now when I think about my cat, and how sweet and utterly needy she seems to be when I walk in the door, I think of this summer and feel like I know a little bit about how she feels.

It's nice to see your favorite person walk through the door at the end of the day and know you've got a little bit of love and attention coming your way.

Anyway, my cat gets over the love and attention part pretty quickly, but she always seems to need to at least be in the same room with me. And as silly as it sounds, it feels really good to even have that little bit of presence at the end of the day.

Friday, September 02, 2005

Rising Son jp 9/2/05

No food for days on end.

Ravaged city without mend.

Feet and hearts on broken streets.

Streaked faces seated in plastic seats.

Around every corner, turn and bend.

No cool, no calm nor way to defend.

Across unknown parts.

Among unsaved hearts.

For the helpless.

To the senseless.

Among the darkness.

Among the starkness.

There is healing
And hoping
And loving
And living
Still to be done.
Until the rising
of the Son.

Ode to Kat j.p 8/28/05

Window to the heart of destruction-
I sigh.
Leaning back, asking God "why?"
Nature's force and fleet
Overtaking deadened streets.
Washing away lives and sin
Destruction, Her wake within.
Prayerful petitions to our Father
Yet the black cloud, hardcore
Beautiful terror realized
The number five card shows its rareity
Slows to four...then three-
Wipes out the deck and its haughty bunch
Too much, too late.
Oh sweet lady of unbridled fury
Take heart, take peace
Have mercy on the land of ease.