Anan's (not-so) Randomness!

I finished the SAT at one-ish this afternoon! Now I can get back to normal life. Har har har. My normal life has time in it to take silly pictures of my brothers doing silly things. I took this one more than a month ago. I pray that I'll be able to spend some time (however minimal) doing this this summer.

I still have several, no, NUMEROUS projects that I began or should have begun during the school year (or even last summer) that I need to get crackin' on. Oh joy. Most of them aren't that painful, but they are unfinished tasks and I know how many people love picking up unfinished jobs and working on them.

Mommy dear is calling.

Chief of sinners though I be, Jesus shed His blood for me.

Need I say more? Y'all have hymnals. I quoted this hymn most adamantly to my Roman Catholic -former-best-buddy, "Jo". Haven't seen her since. As it is, we are not of different confessions and LSB 611 is not offensive to any of us.

I'm not going to say anything more.

No, I'm not feeling deep. Don't be silly. In fact I'm not feeling anything, or at least I'm not going to betray it on my blog if I do.

I'm trying to find a picture that sums up what my life has been like for the past couple weeks. There's the one of Benjamin with his shirt pulled up over his head... but I might get in trouble for that. Or there's me in the fedora of awesomeness and a dress while throwing things in a good sized blaze. Ooh! Benjamin with a stuffed frog eating his head! That's a strong contender. Errr... Piano recital... I'm sitting up straight at least. I don't have any feelings about that event, that's for sure.  A Peep birthday cake! Now that's pretty awesiome. And Gerhardt letting me hold him while blowing out (most of the) birthday candles. I missed 4 so now I'm Nick-Ig's age. A high-speed internet "relay bouncer" in a box on a post in Fernwood botanical gardens... What's the world coming to? Here's a bunch of crazy youth sitting on a bridge and laughing about the idea of jumping off backwards. Good times. There's always my favorite, Pastor Gehlbach making a very odd face! People dancing... NO!!!!  Though the one with Pastor and Mrs. Peterson is admittedly very adorable. I'll stick with the crazy people on a bridge.

The way I felt and the things I wrote last Saturday night were no reflection on the wedding and the guests themselves. Rather it was stuff that has been going on in my life for quite a while and I, as usual, was letting it get to me.

            I thought the wedding was beautiful, from the bride’s dress (especially the train!) to the dalmatics worn by pastors Braaten and Grobien. And don’t forget the lovely couple! I’m very happy for them both.

            I realize that the guests meant no harm by the compliments they paid me regarding the cake. It’s just that I had no desire to receive any sort of special attention at DoReana and Sam’s wedding. Doubtless the only way I could have avoided it would have been not coming to the reception at all. I don’t blame the person at the microphone, but I could have died when it was announced that I had made the cake.

            This was all a lot like Zach’s graduation party, except on a much larger scale… My overly loyal readers know that I wasn’t thrilled about that (Zach’s party) either in this regard.

            About the “ not inviting myself” thing… I do not intend to virtually jab any post-wedding reception party hosts. I’m far from being in the “in” crowd of older MHers and HTers so I would not have expected to be invited to any potential get-togethers. I’m pretty much resigned to that and I honestly don’t hold it against them as a whole. It may be that there was some sort of miscommunication, but it’s perhaps for the best that we didn’t go. A crowd of little kids who are overly tired (one of which [whom?] had turned 10 on that day) isn’t always the best thing to contribute to a party.

            That is all, for the SAT stuff is calling.

As usual... (This is sort of about DoReana's wedding I suppose, but it isn't a record of events at all.)

When I'm working on stuff and I'm stressed out I don't eat anything worth mentioning. I know I should but that's just the way it is. So needless to say... I haven't eaten much in the past couple days. But all is fine and dandy now because I'm back in my house with the messes that need cleaned up and all us lovely little mess-makers working to create more. I could have gone to great lengths and managed to stay in Fort Wayne and party some more, but I don't like going to things I'm not invited to or whatever, and I'd rather be home sweating in the stuffy upstairs or helping make salads for the Stuckwisch's to eat for lunch tomorrow.

Like our dea' pasto', I'm not very fond of being in a room full of people. It's worse when a good number of the people are either talking about you or asking you questions like, "so, did you make the cake?" and "what flavor is it?" I would like to say "It's Gag flavor. I hate cake. Go away." but I would never actually do that. I don't remember who it was who suggested that I would have a thriving business after this, whoever it was doubtless thought my reaction rather odd. I think I said something like, "That's the last thing I want.", and I was dead serious! I don't mind making a wedding cake a year, but I would go totally insane ("Aren't you already totally insane?") and um yeah. I know that I'm just being cynical, bitter, and jaded, but I'm too tired for perkiness.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind at all that I spent so much time dashing about running crazy errands and watching hyper little children. I even managed to go on a pleasant little stroll around the lake on campus with Ariksander today... without throwing him in. That in and of itself is pretty amazing. It was perfectly fine with me that it was just us (and Stefan) if anyone else had tried to come along It's very likely that I would have ended up being mad at whoever it was. Yes, I was in a lovely mood.

It was nice to see people for the brief amount of time we were all there. There wasn't exactly time to even warm up to talking to anybody. Oh well. As you can tell, I wasn't thrilled at the idea of talking to people in the first place.

Maybe I'll be able to sleep tonight. I'll certainly try my best, if only because "people" want me to sleep well...

Hmmm... I do believe that in my own cynically sarcastic way I'm getting tired of being the subject of my maternal Mom's blog posts. It's her right I suppose. I'm not upset at her. As those of you who know me really well know, I'm capable of being weary of somthing a person does without being mad at the person who's doing it. I refuse to believe that I'm the only person who posseses this odd trait.

I'm not at all into sappy sweet blog posts (especially not in the middle of the busiest time of the year!) but I'll try to say something about my mothers.

My obsessive blogger mother and I are closer than I could ever have hoped. If I ever try to withhold something from her she usually drags it out of me. Sometimes there are things that I find amusing and clever which she doesn't find very appropriate (no, not really bad things, just stuff like things that are said that poke fun at people), but she doesn't squash my childish amusements. Doubtless she was diverted by many of the same sorts of things when she was 17.

If I can have adopted grandparents (our neighbors down the road come to mind) why can't I have an adopted mother or mothers? LOL That reminds me... I adopted Mrs. Rhein and Mrs. Gehlbach at The Feast. They were my "Spaghetti Mothers". How very appropriate, considering that girls are like spaghetti after all.

Where was I? Oh yes, I had a very particular mother in mind when I started all this nonsense, namely, OFHP "Orderly Flange Hefting Person" (?) I refuse to accept what she claims "ofhp" stands for.

OFHP, as a young woman of 20 seems to have a secret life. I don't know what all she does, but I do not that she seems to have time to be loving towards everyone, except herself perhaps. But she need not worry about that because there are dozens of children small and not-so small who are waiting in the wings to love her back and poke her 'till she laughs. I'm sorry that I've only begun to become acquianted with her in the past 7 months. Be careful lest she finds out what you want or enjoy and starts slipping you money and eyeliner.

Erik has begun a joke akin to "your face" in it's perpetual funniness (Yes, "your face" is still funny, be quiet). Whenever he sees ofhp he asks "Are you behaving?" the habitual answer being "No". I agree, that is, if misbehaving is defined as "driving to MI and back so some youth can attend an evening church service".

If I had a picture of this lovely young lady I would post it, but she won't let any of her chilins take/ display her photograph. 'Tis a sad life we lead. Imagine a Mrs. Piggle Wiggle of sorts. :-D

Here I am again with nothing nice to say. Don't worry, it has nothing to do with my seemingly endless birthday activities. How could you say un-nice things about rolling in a muddy field and pouring "Koco-Kora" on peeple?

Rather it's that there were un-nice things about Sunday morning, which I'll try not to discuss any further than that.

Hmmm... Oh yes! I finished the dress *I* will be wearing to DoReana's wedding. Luckily I resisted the temptation to wear it on Sunday and it was spared from being tainted by negativity and anger.

Hey! Just for kicks and giggles... I am *not* cramming for the SAT. Can we say "review"?

Have you ever wondered why girls try new hair-dos? It's so boys will stare at the back of their heads, perhaps wondering how it was accomplished. (At least that's what I told Nick-Ig.)