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Five Foot Two, Eyes of Blue
| Apr. 14th, 2008 10:39 pm Only read if you want to feel overwhelmed I'm only writing this so I can stop thinking about it. UMC enthusiasts (that means you,
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, and the lovely Creative Crocheter that I'm sure will show up soon), however, will want to note what I'm doing the weekend of April 25th and May 23rd.
So let's assume for a second that I'm not enriching 2 of the classes I'm taking this term. Let's assume that my only academic challenge is writing my honors thesis. Let's assume that because my 2nd job is so rewarding and eccentric, the hours I work at it don't exist. Now let's look at this term's schedule, shall we? And don't tell me this is overdue- it's only the beginning of the 3rd week out of 10 + finals. Just because weeks far in the future seem free doesn't mean they're not going to fill up later. Or sooner.
Current Location: library
Current Mood:  overwhelmed
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| Sep. 23rd, 2007 11:39 pm when people are compared to sharks Interesting day.
First off, Wesley's 175th anniversary celebration was amazing. It was absolutely fantastic, lots of people (and lots of cake!) and brand new pretty banners on the walls and special banners with big pictures of all the places the church has been (they first met in Mr. Naper's house hence the oldest church in Naperville distinction). Yay yay fantastic but since cake and punch replaced lunch, I passed out when I got home. Talked to Fred (poor boy has a HUGE certification exam early tomorrow) and gave up on any more nap and went to work.
This paragraph is not a LJ cut because of anything personal or intimate but just out of respect for any delicate sensitivities any of my guy LJ friends may have.
Thankfully I had something to do afterwards which was to go help out my friend Candy. She had just taken over the job of running the kitchen during the dinner shift at PADS for our church (each group provides materials 1 night a month). So I helped make and count sandwiches and then served the main dish. Oooh boy. Drama. Apparently the woman who prints out the recipes for the different dishes served on our night refuses to believe that the chicken pieces in the chicken and rice dish should be boneless so well-intentioned innocents make the casseroles that way. Those who know better, use boneless skinless chicken breasts. So two pans had boned chicken in widely varied sizes (NOT good when serving the homeless), one pan with boneless breasts of a good sized but very few considering how big the pan is (note to the woman who will never read this: when you're serving people food, never, ever cut their meat rations in half right in front of them), and the FOURTH pan.... hadn't been fully cooked. Apparently someone had interpreted "we reheat the main dish before we serve it" to mean "we cook it for you" and 1 hour on low temperature in an oven leaves very pink chicken. So the helpers in the kitchen were cooking it in small portions in the microwave as fast as they could while a handsome young man from our church (side note: I wonder why his b/f hadn't come with today? he occasionally pops in on special occasions although he's too catholic to miss often) quickly deboned and sauteed the rest. That did smell good. Unfortunately, the men still in line got a bit restless when the announcement was made that the anticipated meat in the last dish would no longer be there. Which led to the thoughtless but sweet mother next to me to start talking animatedly about this TV show she saw about sharks. SHARKS. Big things with sharp teeth that are apparently meek and well-behaved when food arrives on regular intervals in set amounts but who are quite vicious when the scientists/trainers/whoevers drop in random amounts at random times. I'd be ticked, too. At least the mice in the maze are assured of a treat when they're done. But my pity for the sharks fed spastically at whim was drowned in my anger that she would even dare to make such a comparision. True, she waited for a break in serving to say this, but it's the attitude behind it that got to me.
brassknight86
knows what I'm talking about there. I quickly countered her with examples of children with cookies or pizza slices (kidlets only try and take 4-8 cookies at a time if they think there's a chance of running out) and the way people react to sales. If there were never sales, people would never react strongly to the idea of shopping at certain times and buying certain things. If however, something is limited/temporary/bargain/clearance, they jump and gnash and wake up boofoo early on Black Friday. The other example I thought of but didn't share was of those weird super bargain basement bridal sprees at some places. She looked surpised at my alternative, human examples and quickly changed her terminology. Now that I am writing it, I am starting to think of even more examples such as runs on the bank (sad that Mary Poppins comes to mind just as quickly as the Great Depression).
Meal ended well but with the realization that I haven't eaten much today. Slice of bread and banana for breakfast, slice of cake and a few handfuls of mixed nuts at lunch, about half a bagel's worth of some raisin nut bread that Bonnie had and an apple after work, and then two thin slices of bread and a cream cheese frosted cinnamon cupcake after serving. And I'm not really that hungry either. This week has been REALLY weird in that department. I feel like my stomach may be half full of undigested gum or something. Suddenly, some time on Monday or early Tuesday, my tummy decided it was going to revolt. You know how it's supposed to be healthiest to eat 3 small meals and 2-3 generous snacks instead of 3 large meals and a small snack or two? Well, my body decided to put me on that sort of "diet" without informing me first. I'd get hungry... a LOT but then would barely get half way through a yummy sandwich or a plate's worth of food before my stomach declared it was full, much to my confusion. I couldn't even make it from breakfast at 7:30 to lunch at noon on TTH or from breakfast at 7:45 to lunch at 1:15 on MWF like I had been doing- Wednesday and Friday I had to get substantial food during my 10:30-noon break but then was hungry for more by 2. Overall, if I don't try and logic my appetite and force it back to my usual schedule (hasn't worked), I'm actually eating a bit less. But this hungry every 2-3 hours bit is driving me NUTS. At home, no big deal. Here, with only two Kaufman swipes away and not much in the way of fruit, vegetables, or protein in the dorm? Not good, although probably beneficial in the long run.
Another thing I thought about was how the gay community at my church defies stereotypes. If one couple fits the stereotype, another one is the utter antithesis of it. I don't know about the men, but all the women love kids and a few have kids of their own. The two who made all the wonderful banners for today are almost the ideal spinster aunt image- loving, doting, creative, good with babies, one works in a school and the other in a school library. And then there's the other couple I was thinking of, one of whom was there tonight. It is far too easy upon meeting this pair to innocently and simply classify them as femme and butch because of their appearances. Yet they both hold the same dangerous job and the blonde one who wears both pink and make-up is the one in DC on an important case for the next month. It makes me wonder why the stereotypes still exist.Current Location: Bonnie's house
Current Mood:  thirsty
Current Music: "Where'd You Go?" Fort Minor
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