Anan's (not-so) Randomness!

Stephens College

Anan — Sat, 08 Mar 2008 13:40:53 -0700

The fashion weekend ended at noon today. I'm not sure if I want to go into detail on my blog, but I would be glad to tell you all about it on Gmail Messenger or in person whatever.

This is one of the faculty projects that were on display. I thought Maggie would like it. Not sure why.

This is a vintage coat from the 60s. I love that it's green and pink.

I promise I won't do another post with four or more pictures. Really. :-p This is one of the theme dresses from the senior fashion show preview. All the other theme dresses were just as adorable. (Pay no heed to the lack of straps.)

This is my favorite picture. It's a guy in the audience who stared straight ahead the whole time. At points I saw him raising his eyebrows quite high. LOG Mom and I were cracking up. (He's the one on the right.)

To the right of him in the background is the dean of the fashion program. She's an incredible person. Soon we're going to go meet with the assistant pastor at a local church. I'm a lot more nervous about this than everything else.

Best Friends

Anan — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 11:48:55 -0700

(I've been struggling with this for more than a year so I'm going to try to "think-out-loud" about it here. If I step over any lines someone should yell at me.)

I will call this friend Jo, though that isn't her first name or what she goes by.

Jo and I were best friends our whole lives. I can't exactly place when this friendship really broke off. Maybe fall 2006 or right after I joined MH.

When we were babies she sucked on my head. This obviously means that she liked me. Right? As we grew up our families went on camping trips together. We shared many a silly song and game around the campfire. She was the one I would walk down the beach with, and when we first arrived at the beach we would race each other to the water and dive in. (I usually lost, though I wouldn't admit it at the time)

When I visited her house we would catch toads, name them, love them, and set them free. Or we would build little grass huts for stick dolls. Her yard always had longer grass than mine because my Mom was/is obsessed with mowing the lawn. Sometimes we would go exploring. We all really believed that certain sandy patches of soil were quick sand. There was a large fallen tree over a patch of Lilly of the Valley. (These flowers were often gathered and put in little vases under the icon of the Virgin Mary in their living room.) We would use the tree as our wolf den. Erik would participate in the wolf game on occasion, while Jo's older brother played the hunter or something like that. Sometimes we were all indians! Oh their poor neighbors... When we were feeling more docile there were always Beanie Babies! We would find the poor dears where they had been stranded in the wilderness and nurse them back to health. When inside we spent hours dressing up as "crazy ladies" and "Mrs. Piggle Wiggle". Mrs. Piggle Wiggle would critisize our bed making skills and the way we organized nick-knacks on the shelves.

At my house we played many other variations of the Beanie Baby game. My favorite was when the dog catcher would come and steal them and we got to free them by breaking locks/figuring out the combinations. When our Dad dug out the basement (By hand mind you!... ) there was a fantastic dirt pile in the back yard so we would go sledding on it! We built gigantic castles (or so they seemed at the time). At one point we had a really cool puddle where we could attempt to transplant pond plants and frogs. When that didn't work we would use it as the built-in mud hole so we could play spa! Yay! Aside from dirt there was lots of sticks, bark, and vines. We made countless secret forts intending all the while to play war. (We never got to the the wars...) For a year or so there was an abundance of swinging vines because Dad went through the woods and cut them all at the ground so they would die. We had a wonderful time trying to break our necks. When there weren't vines we always had the see-saw log. *sigh*

In more recent years we counted all the different kinds of fungus we could find. The only thing more fun than that was sitting on the log in the middle of the pond and looking for the critters therein. Leeches were the best discovery we ever made. It's so very thrilling to wait for hours and then scream when you finally see one. I spent several birthdays that way.

This was all a blast... But Jo is Roman Catholic and I'm Lutheran (duh). This was never a problem untill I joined MH. You see... I started talking with a lot of Lutherans, and I started acting more Lutheran. I listened to Country Music, and I started wearing flared jeans that fit! This all may seem very silly but they were actual issues. I was blissfully oblivious to any changes in Jo's behavior for quite a while. I think I got the first vibes on one of our camping trips. I won't go into details.

Long story short: Now I get along better with her older brother than with her! "Older Brother" and I are supposed to be sworn enemies. Oops. When he comes over to hang out with Erik he always sticks his head in my door and says "hi" with a big grin on his face. Last time Jo was here she didn't even ask if I was at home. It would seem that we aren't compatible beyond Beanie Babies and mud.

Quite a few of the heirlooms in my room are heirlooms because they have to do with my relationship with Jo. I have an instinct to get a box and pack them all up. Is that just silly? I'm inclined to think it is. Pasto' might say that I should keep them because those were times I enjoyed with Jo. I doubt I'll get rid of them now but I don't think that I'll keep them forever either. It seems to me that I should let go just a leetle bit.

Hmm... There's a ton more that I could say, but I don't want to think about it too hard... Something that has helped me alot in this situation (besides talking to Pastor Stuckwisch) is Pastor Borghardt's article on Forgiving the Unforgivables. It felt like he had been reading my thoughts or something creepy like that. What's especially sad for me is that Jo wasn't an enemy she was my BEST FRIEND and I feel dreadful about getting so upset with her. I could try to figure out what a real best friend would be but I don't have the brain power right now.

Oh and "Older Brother" now listens to Country. I hear that Jo hates it. That's rather telling. I think Older Brother deserves a Random CD for that.

Feet

Anan — Wed, 28 Nov 2007 11:05:07 -0700

My feet have been the same size for the grand total of THREE YEARS!!! YAY!!! <Jumps up and down> I have actually managed to *almost* wear out a pair of shoes. This is a first. If only I didn't love these shoes so much... and it wasn't so hard to find size 10/11 footwear. I am not obsessed wtih small shoes!!!! :P

Y'all didn't need to know that. Oh wheel.

-Lady Anna

Smiles of a Sick Girl :D

Anan — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 09:15:29 -0600

My first smile of the day was for little Gerhardt Stuckwisch. Sadly we don't have any good pictures of him. Imagine a mini Frederick, or a mini Nicholai. You've gotta love that ickle blighter. When he's happy he's *HAPPY* and smiles at everyone in the most charming way.

Here's my second smile of the day:

Hehehe. I think Dilbert is a secret member of Mouth House.

Now for the not-so smile oriented... I live in constant fear of those two "missing" patterns. What if someone with socks on their hands has them?!?!?! <slaps self> That was very stupid Anan! I thought you had a brain!

How to Annoy Anan!!!

Anan — Tue, 02 Oct 2007 18:04:01 -0600

Oh ho! Now *here's* an interesting topic! Annoyed? Anan? Of course not! Well it's true. And here are some ways to do it.

Stop cracking your knuckles. I love the sound of people's bones popping. Depriving me of that pleasure would annoy me in the extreme. <pop> <pop> Oooooh! Yay!

Not correcting my grammar... I don't think I could survive a day without experiencing the thrill of having my grammar corrected! It's likely I would die from annoyance. (Pokey and Denim: There are peeple besides you who correct my grammar. You aren't alone in your quest for my happiness.)

If no one harrassed me about my love of dresses... I shudder at the thought. I'm sure my hair would fall out if no one teased me about that. Really. I bet I could get some pics of bald baby Anan to show you what *that* would look like.

Hmmm... hows about some conditional statements?

Iff (if and *only* if) my siblingal units (blood-related and otherwise) went a whole day without screaming, then I'd be so annoyed that I would dance around the house 10 times.

Iff the bathrooms were all cleaned to the point of spotlessness by someone other than Mom or me, then I would eat instant potatoes out of annoyance.

Iff all the laundry was done (*completely* meaning washed, dried, sorted, ironed as needed, and put away) by the people that created it, then I would so annoyed that... ummm... I'd save a Peep! As shocking as that may be. We're talking serious annoyance here.

<bows> You're quite welcome for this semi-weekly dose of cynicism.

Scary Me

Anan — Mon, 11 Sep 2006 18:23:02 -0600

I want to go back to Sweden, get a Gotlandic fleece, and hug a Gotlandic lamb. <sigh> What was I thinking annyway? Looking at a spinning magazine... Ack!

Mom says peeple might find me intimidating. Not like "Ugga Bugga" more like... "Oh look it's that freaky sewing, weaving, spinning, cake decorating, baby loving, art nut girl! Don't talk to her! She might ask you if you've made any cool stuff lately! She has this weird thing about Peeps too... RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" While I stand there and chuckle e-viley... This is just sad.

It's cuz I'm Martian, I can't help it! And I won't admit I'm human 'till I'm out of insanity like Paul and Heidi. ;)

-Miss Oh Negative