Anan's (not-so) Randomness!

Well here I am... blogging under the law. ::shrugs:: Oh well.

What have I been doing with myself? Um. Well right now my hair is all tied up little rags. Aint that interestin'? Dad is watching Holy Grail without me because I promised not to watch it without my buddies. I'm either really hungry or really tired...

Aside from making random observations I have been busy cleaning, moving furniture, and watching pointless movies. This afternoon I got ridiculous white snow boots on sale. They make the Anan laugh. I then drug Mom over to Circuit City and now I'm the proud owner of PHANTOM!!! ...Awesiome. The receipt checker guy reminded Mom and I of the lunch card swiper at For You MN. All Y'all who weren't there missed out on meeting the most cheerful perky person on the planet. He even bothered to keep up with my head gear! "Where's the tiara??" Me: "It got smashed in Chapel this morning." Card-Swiper: "That's ridiculous!" Has he been watching Jane Austen movies??? "Ridiculous?"

Suddenly I'm an aspiring Fashion Designer and it's kind of scary. Maybe I'll fill you in on the details and maybe I won't. Hmph.

Pssst! I suddenly need a lilac trench coat... and awesiome sunglasses.  It's all Miss Parker's fault. I shouldn't be allowed to watch movies/shows with attainable clothes. ( Like The Pretender)

That title doesn't mean anything... 'tis truly random.

I just thought I should tell you all that snow really *is* cold. Crazy isn't it? And I went outside in a light dust of snow last night... BAREFOOT. *gasp* It wasn't very original of me but I actually had a reason for doing so. Ya see there were these rolled oats that I had to carry out to a van RIGHT THAT INSTANT. By some happy chance I happened to be barefoot at the time.

Also it's vital that I tell y'all that I'm tired of seeing guys in sweatpants. All sorts of people come in to HH (Heavenly Ham) wearing sweatpants. I don't care if it's Saturday!!! I am *NOT* going to stare back at people who are wearing sweatpants. I only wish I could glare disapprovingly but that wouldn't be such a good idea. Ditch the sweatpants peeple!!!! GREG!!!!! ("Greg" is what spellchek says "Arg" should be.)

I'm still sick of titles...

Maggie darling wrote an incredible blog post today: http://crazyvogelhaver.blogspot.com/2008/01/growing-pains.html . Now I can't type fast enough.

I think every "siblingal position" is equally hard. I (semi) know what a youngest child has to deal with... (I think some youngest children say being the youngest is easy just to make oldest chillins envious.) The youngest has the reputations of the older children to live up to. I have to set that standard and make that reputation to be lived up to! At least the younger kid has a water mark. I'm inclined to be a lazy good-for-nothing so my siblings won't have much to compete with.

I'm tired of "casting a shadow" and that's why I was so excited when Erik became taller than me. (GO ERIK! GO!) It's even worse when my friends feel even the slightest bit overshadowed by my accomplishments. Several years ago I had the fight of the century with someone who was a good friend at the time. She was upset because I was playing out of her piano book... It seems I do that sort of stupid thing all the time! I wasn't doing anything wrong but just the simple act of whipping through a piano piece offended this friend. <sigh>

I "try hard" to make sure that I ooh and aah over other people's projects. It's not like I'm faking it or anything but sometimes I get so wrapped up in my own stuphph that I forget that other folks would appreciate a kind word now and then. Advice: Never associate anything my friends do with something I did. Otherwise I'll either strangle you or suck your blood.

I must say that even though Maggie plays organ and I play organ, etc... (I hope you read her post) She has excellent tempo and I don't. When it comes to piano she can memorize things and I rarely manage it, also she can use dynamics... :p She's best at being a friend (even when she tries to strangle me...)

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::

(This is pretty much a blog post just to keep my blog from getting bleeped. I promise it won't be horrendous.)

Remember the awesiome sixteen gore 40s dress pattern? Well it's mine, my own, precious. I'm making it in "dark rust twill". 'twill (haha) have long sleeves and an awesome waist tie. Bla bla bla.

No, I didn't write "PASTOR" in the snow!!!

Where am I? Oh yeah... Our "Happy Room" is almost done. We just need to sand and stain the floor. Not to mention putting switchplates on and hooking up the lighting. (The Happy Room used to be our garage.)

I'm still recovering from New Years. You can read all about it at Mostly Harmless. NOTE: I didn't run out in the snow barefoot, and Maggie and I sang " I Hope You Dance" which was very scandalous for us.

*Hehehe... This was originally titled "Merrry Christmas!"

May your Christmas be filled with vintage awesomeness. Oh? You don't think vintage is awesome? What on earth are you doing here then?

I would say *that* is pretty awesome. <grins from ear to ear>

Aside from materialism I have been blessed with three church services in the past 24 hours. <contented sigh>  Back to Emmaus tomorrow evening!

This past Sunday morning/Saturday night there was a wind storm with *very* high winds. Only two of our trees fell down. One fell on the power lines... Dad was eager to go out and try to kill himself cutting the tree up while it was over the live wire. Mom pleaded with him not to, but he had his heart set on it. So I cemented my last memory of him in my mind. He had thrown one of my shoes up the stairs to me. Cool aint it? He didn't kill himself after all and for that I'm very grateful. :D

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

Erik found this newspaper in a box of junk. 'tis quite interesting. Of course the title is kinda suspect but this was 77 years ago.

"Women in the News: Miss Cigi Teodorescu has been selected as the most beautiful girl in Roumania and is all ready to enter the international beauty contest being staged in Texas. Miss Cigi, judging by her pictures, is very easy on the eyes. Her name, however, is a tongue twister. Perhaps she permits her friends to call her Cigi for short.

Smith college girls go gaily bicycling to their classes. Autos for weekend trips but bycicles for daily use, is their formula. As for the rest of us, it is a case of 'can you remember when' you saw a comely maiden on a bicycle?

William C. Gates and his son, Richard, of Grand Rapids, Michigan, managed between them to marry ten women in various parts of the country. The elder Gates had seven wives, while the younger one had only managed to accumulate three. Both confessed philandering, but neither one filed any formula that revealed their wooing methods.

MIss Janet Eastman, a Texas (woot...) blond, took first prize in the miami beauty pageant. She was one of the few blonds entered. Perhaps southern gentlemen still prefer them."

Hehehe.