Anan's (not-so) Randomness!

The word "heirlooms" makes looms (ya know... the kind you weave with) pop into my head. I have managed to avoid acquiring *that* particualr kind of heirloom, though people have tried to bless me with various models.

I cleaned my room some today. Among other things I found dirty pink knee socks in a tin that a mug had been packaged in. (Note that I share my room with a six year old.) There was also an empty tape roll carefully placed on the bookshelf. I was tempted to put countless little fragments of Emmaus bulletins in the Heirloom Bag, but I didn't want my sister to cry. Ain't I sweet? Spam.

I cleaned up some red onions which were in the living room... Spam.

Here is an excellent heirloom:

I think these shoes are still a standard British... I mean I think these shoes are still under my dresser. They're too small for Cia and I hid them down there so she wouldn't wear them in the winter. (Which she was doing all the time back when I hid these.) The chances that there will be another Horner girl are very slim, but I'm sure we should save these anyway. Perhaps Mom will give them to Cia years from now in a bag with Emmaus bulletins and unused bath products! Brilliant!

http://www.potterybarn.com/products/p10308/index.cfm?pkey=xsrd0m1%7C20%7C%7C%7C1%7C%7C%7C%7C%7C%7C%7Crustic%20wood%20accents&cm%5Fsrc=SCH

So... If pottery Barn can sell what appears to be sections of telephone poles for $200 and $250, what's to prevent us from doing so? I believe I have a calling in this business! I could still call them "reclaimed-wood stools" couldn't I? Surely my brothers will be eager to help sell these lovely hunks of wood.  It seems that they're the perfect perch for iPod speakers as well! Perfect!

::runs off to find some old telephone poles::

Yesterday I did something that made Cecilia smile. I can't remember the last time she smiled because of something I did. She was upset because she wasn't able to sing LSB #880 in church last night so when I got home I jumped on the organ and played it so she and Mom could sing it proper-like. She had also fallen down all the stairs... and she was happy enough to smile even despite that!

Stefan drank a whole 4 oz. bottle just now. I think it's the first time. Mom isn't here today and she was sure that he would be miserable. Ha!

I need to go sew like the maniac that I am. :p

Growing up is such a pain. I mean there were the growing pains back when I was phisically growing UP... But now there's things like a job and stuff. What's really annoying is that most of my friends are either two year older or younger than me. So some of them are in college and are busy all the time (most likely with *real* people etc. and not just a computer screen) and some of them are even more carefree than me and have almost no commitments.

One ornery part of me wants to be over and done with homeschool and go out of state for a nice fibertastic college (*not* collage) education. The less ornery and considerably more agreeable part of me wants to stay in town forever and never leave my family, church, and local friends. At this point the ornery side bursts in and says "Tough! They'll just have to live without you 'cuz you want to ESCAPE!!!!" Ahem. That isn't entirely true. <sigh>

Some of my older than me pals forget that I'm only 16 (*only*? I never thought I would say such things back when I was 7). Last fall they had already decided which college I was going to and that I would be rooming with Heidi Mae... I had to burst their bubble and remind them that I'm two years younger than her.

Dearest Maggie is going to be staying in South Bend and attending Bethel so there's no hope of her eventually joining me wherever I go. (Yes, I've ruled out Bethel.) That just stinks.

Now I need to go practice organ and such because I'm stinkin' commited to playing some of the service on Sunday. I don't mind playing... It's being commited to something that irks me. Does that even make sense? Oh well.

If this aint suspicious I don't know what is. The Fort Wayne Seminary is having two retreats in February... One is for college age men http://www.ctsfw.edu/admission/academy/cacollege.php and the other is for college age women http://www.ctsfw.edu/admission/pacr/index.php. Ok. What is the significance? Weeeeell... They both start on (of all days) VALENTINES DAY. (Pastor Stuckwisch observed all of this and I'm just stealing it from him since he hasn't blogged about it.)

Just think of it... The men's packing list might include flowers and chocolates! Here be a quote from the deaconess retreat info: " The primary opportunity is for PACR to be centered around God's word and sacraments in Kramer Chapel with deaconess students, seminarians, and Christ Academy participants. Various activities and fellowship will accompany the weekend retreat. "

"Various activities" you say? Oh ho! Who could be the mastermind behind such a scheme? Any thoughts?

Apparently it was cured.

Right now I'm just plain ol'  tired and I need to go to bed... I intend on writing some sort of something about the retreat in Marshall, MI but I'm not in the mood right now. By the way... I denounce Seth! <giggles for no apparent reason>

This afternoon I went and practiced organ at Our Redeemer. 'twas awesome to play a tracker again. It took me a while to get used to it but after that... <sigh> It was better than dress patterns. Speaking of which, I rarely give out hugs. Duh. The only (or maybe I should say *best*) way to get a hug from 'da Anan is to give me a dress pattern. And maybe wearing socks on your hands would help too. :p