Archive | February, 2011

where for art thou Gnomeo?

13 Feb
In the course of the last month, I bet I’ve had at least a dozen people email me, post on my facebook, text me, or tell me in person about Gnomeo and Juliet, the animated movie that was released this past weekend to theaters.  I complain not, but just find it humorous how gnomes and Lindsay are forever connected.  I walked out of church today with Mark, the “dad” of my Stillwater family, and he asked if I saw the movie this weekend.  I said I did, gave him my one sentence review, and then he kinda laughed and told me I was doomed to have people connect me with gnomes for the rest of my life.
That’s probably a true story … but not a bad story.  Much of it is probably of my own doing.  (Um, this blog title?  Consistent visits to gnome park last year?  I was in a town where most were so accustomed to the gnomes that when I talked about them, I was laughed at and stuck out.)  My fault.  And that’s okay.
I saw Gnomeo and Juliet on Friday.  Opening night.  In 3D.  (I hate 3D, mainly because it’s more expensive and it can make me a tad sick to the stomach. I didn’t catch that detail when looking at movie times.  Why is everything coming out in 3D now?  urg.)  Three friends and I trekked to the theater and joined families, teenagers, and few-to-no people our own age for a tragic gnome love story.  I’ll be honest – I thought the first fifteen minutes or so weren’t so great.  But then the pink lawn flamingo showed up, a Banana computer, and funny little bunnies hopping all over the place made me laugh.  Probably not as funny as I had hoped, but the cute factor was consistently high.  I give the movie four gnome hats.  (Out of a possible five.  All with a slight bend in them, of course.)
Three favorite things from the movie experience: First, whenever gnomes touched, it made the clinky sound of ceramic hitting ceramic.  Giggle.  Second, the little girl behind us who kept saying, “They kissed!” over and over after Gnomeo and Juliet smooched.  Third, I would not be lying if I said I brought my red gnome hat to the theater.  I would, however, be lying if I said I wore it for longer than three seconds.  (Just long enough to prove to my friends – and those who sat in the immediate area around us – that I do, in fact, have a gnome hat.  Also proven here and here.)

cakepop madness.

12 Feb
I’ve talked about them before – cakepops.
Here they are again, in full force.
First, I sent conversation cakepop hearts to my mom and sister.  My sister wrote a thank you on my facebook wall, leading my dear cousin, Connor, to comment in this manner:
“Yeah, Lindsay, thanks for the cakepops, o wait.  I don’t think I got any.  I’m expecting them in a few days!  O by the way, chocolate on chocolate.  Thanks in advance.”

It doesn’t take much to make me feel bad and it takes little to force to me to make cakepops, so these were sent out early last week.  Cupcake bites.  For cute.  I sent them in an egg carton for shipping protection and added cute factors.  I told Connor he had to share with the rest of his family.  Share, he did, but not before eating seven of them himself.  That’s a lot of cakepop.  [Photos courtesy of my iPhone – an app with fun photo edits.]

More cakepop wonderfulness has ensued.  I’m on a team of seniors planning a dinner/party/worship for the evening of the 23rd – the night we receive our regional assignments.  I’m on the food committee with Kevin.  In addition to catering in Pizza Luce, we’ll be serving up cakepops.  

Today was the day the creating happened.  Well over two hundred cakepops – baked on Thursday, rolled on Friday, and dipped today.  Phew.  A crew of seven of us melted, dipped, sprinkled and wrapped.  I now have five galloon-sized ziploc bags of cakepops in my freezer, waiting for the night of the 23rd.  I don’t want to see another cakepop until then.

love and hate.

9 Feb
The buying of books for a semester of classes.  I love it and I hate it.
I love it because of my secret love affair with books.  I’m the girl who dreams of floor to ceiling bookshelves, and my favorite part of Beauty and the Beast was the library in the beginning.  I love the look of new, crisp books.  I’m filled with hope for the learning that is to be had and the experience each books invites.  They’re just pretty.  (And this is the gal who bought a kindle?  I don’t regret it – in the long run, I think it’s a good way for me to go.  But I still love a book book.)
I hate this purchase too.  I hate the cost.  I’m incredibly thankful that this is my last semester of hundreds of dollars in books.  This picture doesn’t cover all of it either – I have two classes that don’t start until the second half; I didn’t buy those books today.  I’m borrowing books for another class from a friend who had it last semester.    And let’s face it – they’re pretty on my shelf now but soon, as readings are assigned for classes, I’ll likely despise a few of them and probably fall asleep while reading.  

timeline.

8 Feb
Here’s the timeline:
Tomorrow: Begin my last semester of classes at seminary. [!!!]
February 19-22: A long president’s weekend in Arizona, visiting two college friends and seeking a warmer-upper.
February 23: Receive regional assignments at senior dinner.  Hopefully the region inside of the envelope will be a three or five.
[classes, blah, classes]
Following weeks: Contact from the bishop of the synod I’m assigned.
[classes, blah, classes]
May 29: Graduation!
[Sure.  A few more events will pop up within those times but those are the ones I’m currently anticipating!]

need a giggle?

7 Feb
“I’m speaking to you as we speak, from the now, in the middle of the now.”

Thanks to Cassie for this one.

I’m still here.

4 Feb
I haven’t blogged much this week.  Did you miss me?
I’m still here but feel I lack much blog-worthy.  (You think to yourself, ‘Well.  That has never stopped her before.’  True story.)
I could explain to you what I wonderful time I had staying with Aunt M., Uncle D., cousins Abbey and Riley last weekend.  We ordered in Chinese, they introduced me to Toddlers and Tiaras on TLC (my mouth was open in disbelief for the entire show), and we played board/card games all night.  
I could tell you about the two meals I’ve had at Muffuletta’s this week.  Muffuletta’s is just down the road from campus and so very delicious.  Once for a senior dinner (Dawson translation: supper) given by the alumni council and once for lunch (dinner) with my dear friend, Kate, who was visiting campus for convocation.  
I could share with you that I bought an iphone and it’s being shipped as I post.  I’m so very excited.  (And so very worried about the possible addiction that may follow.  I’ve already downloaded apps.)
I could tell you about the date night I had with my friend, Sara, last night.  We went back to the fabric warehouse and both cut bolts upon bolts of fabric for quilt tops.  Her first (yay!) and mine for Kari and Chris’ baby (a luther sem friend in WA).  I also bought my fabric to finish covering my wall … and gnome fabric.  No idea what I will do with it but it begged to come home with me.
I could update you on that long to-do list I made for myself for this week off of class.  The easy things are finished and only the difficult tasks remain.  I work on my final history exam as we speak (rather I’ll continue to work following this post) and need to think about thesis topics seriously.  And that whole project etsy … still scared.  But the wheels are still turning.

Hey, the Packers are in the Superbowl.  There’s going to be a party at my apartment, thrown by my roomie and I.  You should come.  

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