Archive | March, 2011

mmmatt.

19 Mar
I have no problem sharing with you that I’d pay good money to stare at Matt Damon in a mediocre movie.  [He’s my favorite.]  But who are we kidding?  He doesn’t do mediocre movies.  Example #23:
The Adjustment Bureau dives deeply into questions of fate and destiny, the different paths we choose [or do we?] and people we encounter in life.  The unfortunate happenstance of spilling coffee and being late because of it can change the course of a journey, the people we meet, the bus we take – so the plot of this film guides its audience.  There’s a plan, a chairman in charge, a destiny we each are to fulfill.
Take it theologically, if you will.  [Cassie and I did.  Or don’t.  It’s awesome either way or with some mastered combo.]  I have had many conversations with friends – those who may not ascribe to particular beliefs or label themselves as religious – that push against God/religion/specific beliefs because of reasons this film addresses [intentionally or unintentionally so is unknown].  To not ruin the film for those of you who will rush to see it upon my advice [Do it!], I say no more.  Except let me know if you do see it.  And tell me what you think.  Or maybe we can go see it together?  [My arm does not need to be twisted for Matt Damon.]

distraught.

19 Mar
I’ve lost my gym shoes.
Have you seen them?
[Seriously.  I’m not typically too spacey … and don’t often lose things … but I can’t seem to find them anywhere.]
Last worn on Tuesday.  [I know, I know.  That doesn’t bid too well for my work-out schedule … but I did do yoga today, one form of exercise that does not require shoes.  I wore them home from the gym on Tuesday.  I know this for sure because I remember thinking to myself, ‘This is naughty,’ as I stared at the signs in the gym that yell at us in capital letters – ‘PLEASE DO NOT WEAR YOUR GYM SHOES OUTSIDE.’]

If I had a picture, I’d show you what they look like.  And if I had money to spare, I’d give a reward to the person who finds them.  How about a cakepop?

seriously. watch this.

18 Mar
If you haven’t yet seen this, watch it and love it.  [And if you have seen it, watch it again.  Like me.  I’ve watched it – and laughed hysterically – at least eight times.  Okay.  Twelve.]
Do you think I can, like, somehow ensure that any potential child of mine has facial expressions that equal this?  

what up, wednesday.

16 Mar
As Seinfield was a show about nothing, thus is this blog post.  [I never really got into Seinfield; I didn’t really understand it.  Bet you have real high hopes for this post now, eh?  Not.]  I think I’ll talk about the good things of today, I thought as I walked up to campus for a meeting.  I wanted alliteration in the title (always good) but ‘wonderful wednesday’ was a little too rainbows and gumdrops for my taste.  So I go gangster on you instead.  [Right, you think.  Lindsay?  Gangster?  Synonymous with DON’T GO TOGETHER.]
what up, wednesday. *head tilts back in oh-so-cool acknowledgement*
What’s up today?
A date [okay, appointment] with Brentt, my hair stylist;  
AND lunch out with Katja, M.’s mom;
AND plans to spend lots of time crafting with M. next week while she’s on spring break;  
AND a new-to-me fondue pot, courtesy of Katja; 
AND the watching of last night’s Glee, which I really appreciated and enjoyed;
AND p. 12 of the Concord, Luther Seminary’s student paper; 
[Who’s that girl with the snarky look?  Yup.]
AND a meeting about my children, youth, and family thesis, which I’m now totally excited to write;  
[Who’s the crazy lady who likes to write papers?  Yup.]
AND it was sunny and nearly fifty and I wore flip flops;
AND stopping at Starbucks to chat with friend, Cassie, while my eyes were dilated after an eye exam;
AND time to quilt tonight;
AND should I keep going?
What’s on your what up, wednesday list?  
I hope you can mentally make a list like this for your own day.  It’s not to say that your whole day has to be peaches and ice cream; mine wasn’t.  [And peaches and ice cream?  Why would I use such a comparison?  Ack.  No thanks.]  I could have told you how I shelled out lots of money for an eye exam and contacts on top of it.  I might have mentioned the load of midterms I feel weighing upon me.  I could have talked about any number of things that didn’t go spectacularly on this day like the matching blisters on each of my pinky toes due to a pair of shoes.  
But eh.  Why focus my energy there?  Not today.  Not worth it.  Instead –
Source: google.com via Hana on Pinterest

[Easier said than done.  But let’s give it a try.]

self-care.

14 Mar
Tonight, in my Women in Ministry class, we had a guest panel of five female pastors, poised and ready to take our questions.  Conversation ranged from fashion to humorous stories to boundaries in relationships.  Much of the conversation was helpful; some was not.  [If not here, then certainly on Steeples and Stilettos, further address of their take on fashion in ministry will be had.  I don’t consider myself much of a fashionista by any means, but I disagreed.)
One topic that was helpful was that of self-care.  I’ve heard about it, talked about it, and practiced it in many different ways in the past, but a firm refresher was … refreshing.  Namely, self-care is not selfish.  [Say that aloud.  Do you believe yourself?  You should!]  Allowing myself Lindsay time, finding the people I need to remain sane, and saying no are not bad practices.  In ministry, there is always more to be done.  If one really wanted to, a work week could easily consist of sixty hours.  (I’m pretty sure some of mine on internship did …)  That’s unhealthy and completely not cool.  [Not cool … one would think I would have a better way to describe it.  You don’t want to be uncool, do you?  That’s what I thought.]
Reflecting on last year, I think quilting was my self-care, or at least a large part of it.  I need to be busy; I hate being bored.  To break away from work, to focus on a project I enjoyed was what quilting helped me to do.  In honor of that hobby and the reminder I was given tonight, I came home from class (which ends at 9pm), said no to further homework, and am taking care of myself.  I fully intend on putting in a disc of Gilmore Girls and working on the binding of this flannel blankie with my glorious Fossil sewing kit.  Amen and goodnight.  

cakepop conclusions.

14 Mar
I conducted tests.  I employed friends as consultants.  I heard from many and the results are in.
Starbucks cakepops kinda aren’t good.  At all.
[phew.  sign of relief.]
Sorry, billion-dollar international corporation.  I will still purchase coffee from you.  I love your VIA instant packets and your oatmeal.  But your cakepops?  [said to the tune of “Buzz, your girlfriend,” Home Alone reference]  Yuuuuck.  *sick sounds*
Starbucks was giving away free cakepops with the purchase of a drink last Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.
Do I sound pathetic if I tell you I went everyday?
Kara isn’t sold.
I went on Thursday by myself.  Friday, my friend, Kara, said, well hey, let’s go on our way to the Luther College alumni event that night.  Saturday, I did further research with pals Joel, Melissa, and Paige.  [So I didn’t go by myself each day, and it wasn’t my idea to go everyday.  Less pathetic?]
Paige, Joel, and Melissa are less than thrilled.
I also heard from friends, Kay and Megan, and cousin, Molly, who all told me that Starbucks has nothing on the homemade version.
Molly, one of my biggest cakepop fans and eaters, says thumbs down.
Thanks for your dutiful research and cakepop conclusions, friends.  I’m confident that homemade cakepops will continue to taste better than the coffee shop version, but my fear is that now the novelty of the cakepop will be lost.  “Is that a cakepop?   I’ve seen those at Starbucks!”  Grr.

chicken blog humor.

13 Mar


Here’s hoping you’re here because you do find me interesting in person and in text, and not because you feel obligated in any way.
[And here’s hoping this made you laugh.  It made me giggle.]

steeples & stilettos.

13 Mar
Once upon a time, there was a new blog.
This blog was written by three beautiful ladies.  All in their twenties, these gals were studying to be pastors, a profession most typically associated and dominated by the male sex.  Men.  And – truth be told – old men at that.  Obstacles, questions, and musings resulted as they confronted, negotiated, and played the system, aka ‘the man.’  The system of seminary, the musings on being young leaders, the questions of being fashionable in church leadership.  [Yes.  It is possible.]
Big questions.  What does it mean to be female and a pastor?  What will it mean to be a young female leader when a church – unintentionally out of necessity – requires that you fear not bats and their inevitable reign in the education wing hallway?  How high of heels is too high when leading worship?
The three beautiful ladies sought to answer these questions, to share fashion fascinations, and to talk about life in general.  A new blog was born.  [Plus there was that whole class project assignment that needed to be fulfilled …]
Megan, Cassie, and I are just starting out at Steeples & Stilettos.  The site was launched on Friday with introductions and the beginnings of what will be.  It will be ever-changing and we hope to keep it going with our life thoughts and church experiences long after we graduate.  

Ten things I’ve learned this semester:

13 Mar
[I hope you’re not expecting academic or theological revelations.  You probably should read a different blog if that’s something you crave …]

1.  Margarita salt is essential on rim of said drink’s glass.  [I’ve thought otherwise until recently.  But this also isn’t to say that I drink these daily.  Or weekly.  Simply occasionally.]

2.  Reading for class really is optional, even if the professor says otherwise.  [Ask nearly any of my senior classmates about the amount of reading they do.  Seriously.]
3.  One box cake mix will yield 35-38 cakepops with the large Pampered Chef cookie scoop.  Recent experiments look promising with use of small Pampered Chef cookie scoop.  Yield average pending.
4.  Happy hours on Thursday evenings highlight one’s week.
5.  I’d rather clean than do schoolwork.
6.  Dogs are expensive.  [Learned in research of labradoodle and goldendoodle puppies.  I want one when I get my first call.]
7.  Professors are people too.  [I’ve gotten to know many professors this year beyond the typical student/professor interaction.  It’s been enjoyable.]
8.  An occasional Saturday night of quilting and watching Lord of the Rings is not at all overrated but rather necessary and lovely.
9.  An iPhone is a regular treat, especially using the Carcassonne app to play the really nerdy game with my friend, James, while he’s on internship in SD.
10.  Watering an indoor plant using an ice cube will prevent that sudden rush of water from the bottom of the pot, as the ice cube will melt and gradually soak in, a trick I use with this guy to the left.  [I haven’t killed it off [yet], Karen!]  

life story.

11 Mar
photo credit: urbanoutfitters.com
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