Little Women.

4 Jan
I never read Louisa May Alcott’s classic, Little Women, as a teenager. All I knew about it was what I had seen in the movie years ago [which I loved as a teenager because I thought Christian Bale was dreamy]. In recent years, I also make Friends connections to Little Women. Joey reads the novel, trading his The Shining with Rachel, after first asking, “How little are these women?” When he starts to get sad -as one likely does while reading Little Women – he puts the book in the freezer.
I started reading it on the kindle because it was free and a classic and something I had never read. It started out a bit slow but then, suddenly, I found myself drawn in. I was hooked. In fact, there was one morning while I was on vacation that I read for a good three hours, unable to put it down because Beth was sick and Laurie about to propose his love to Jo. [“I’ve loved you ever since I’ve known you, Jo, couldn’t help it, you’ve been so good to me. I’ve tried to show it, but you wouldn’t let me; no, I’m going to make you hear, and give me an answer, for I can’t go on so any longer.”]
I think a lot of my attraction to the book is that I want to be Jo. Jo is the second oldest, brave, independent, speak-your-mind sister of the four. She’s a writer and dreams of a life of happiness instead of money. Jo doesn’t need money, though she’ll sell her hair in order to give money to those who need it. She goes off to New York, a new city, by herself and finds herself having adventure, meeting new friends, and learning much about who she is. We have similar views on potential futures of marriage [“An old maid, that’s what I’m to be. A literary spinster, with a pen for a spouse, a family of stories for children, and twenty years hence a morsel of fame, perhaps …”] until she meets her German professor. [I’ll keep looking for mine.] I’m simply fascinated by her character.
After I finished the book, I watched the movie again. It’s been years since I’d seen it and Emma gave it to me for Christmas. Foregoing book-to-movie comparisons, it’s as good as I remember. Theodore Lawrence is still pretty dreamy and it still bothers me how Amy is played by two different actresses [to show span of time I suppose] while the other three sisters are not.
Having read and loved Little Women, I wonder what other classic novels I’m missing out on. Recommendations? I might take this list to the next level – I’ve only read three of them. I downloaded Wuthering Heights today which only brings me to another Friends reference … you know, about the robots in the novel.

day by day.

2 Jan
Last year at this time, I assembled an index card daily calendar journal of sorts.  [which I learned how to do here.]  I chopped index cards in half, labeled each with a day, and put them in order in a box.  The idea was that each day, I would write down the year and something that happened that day.  [Samples: yoga is good. history test – nailed it.  freaked out about 1st call. crabby pants day – uh oh. etc.]  I had my doubts that I would actually carry it though.

Lo and behold, as we begin a new year, I start the 2012 line on each index card, underneath a 2011 line.  It will be fun this year to look back on 2011 and can only imagine what fun it will be five years down the road [if I continue]. I love stuff like this.

Any interest in giving it a try?  I have the stamp.  Just let me know and maybe I could hook you up with a set of cards … πŸ™‚  [provided the response isn’t too overwhelming.  dividers and holder not included.]  [my dividers are simply cardstock.  holder is a ceramic fruit container from Crate and Barrel.] 

a special delivery.

2 Jan
I had known it might be arriving, knowing also that I would be out of town over the Christmas/New Year’s holiday when it was scheduled for arrival.  I found this between my back doors –

My kindergarten penpal from Dawson, C., delivered a thanksgiving wreath made especially for me!  How cute and wonderful is it?!  Looking at the leaves, C. and his family have pretty much identified everything that goes on a ‘Lindsay is thankful for’ list.  It’s hanging on my wall in my dining room right now and it may just stay there through next fall.  Even more – there were awesome snowman cakepops on my doorstep – the cutest I’ve ever seen.  [It’s not just one cake ball on a stick – you know – but three stacked cake balls to make the snowman!]  I put them in my freezer and will try with all my willpower to maintain a no-sweets-January.  But come February 1st, one of those snowmen is mine!

C., I’m pretty sure you’re not reading this but I bet your parents might.  Know that there will be a letter coming your way soon!  I hope you had a great Christmas and drive back to Dawson!

new year. new goals.

1 Jan

The year of two-zero-one-two.

Setting goals for the whole year seems daunting. Let’s just start with January.
. no buy January. It was attempted and mostly successful in two-zero-one-one. Money will be spent only on groceries [see following goal], gas for Sprocket, a hair cut [already scheduled], the new Snow Patrol album [it comes out on Jan. 10th and I cannot be deprived], and monthly bills. A fund of $50 will be available for social activities. [Just because it’s no buy January doesn’t mean it’s hermit month. If someone asks me to go out for coffee – which I hope people will – I want to be able to go!]
. $75 groceries. You may not know it but I’m terrible at budgeting money, as in I don’t do it. [Please don’t think less of me.] It’s time to begin. I hope January to be a time to evaluate expenses and track groceries … and only spend $75 on them in January. [You may think to yourself, “Lindsay, you’re one person. You spend more than that?” Yeah. Most months I do because I’m not a smart shopper. And I buy many things on a whim. Like expensive cereal and duck sauce to make Thai pizza.] I’m going to attempt to be a smarter meal-planner; I’ll share some of my successes and [inevitable] failures in the month to come.  I’m up for a challenge.
. sweets no more. This one is a shocker. I will empty my house of sugar. That’s actually impossible [ie bread] – but I will empty it of known sugar offenders. No cookies, cakepops, sugar in the coffee, etc. Fruit shall be my sugar intake. [If I fail at any, it shall be this one. Game on.]
Putting those goals before me, I also recognize this in its own truth – ‘This New Year’s Eve you can lay the groundwork for continued growth without making any resolutions except oneβ€”to let go of the past, connect with yourself, to wake up, and be [resent.’  (Source: My dorky daily enneagram email tip for number twos.)  Let go; connect; wake up; be present.  Amen.
Game on, two-zero-one-two.  Game on.

a year in review.

31 Dec
On this new year’s eve, let’s review the year with a list of highlights.  [I do love a good list.]  In no particular order – 
. I made a bunch of new wonderful friends at seminary. Like awesome wonderful. One group of us went out on Thursday nights [a tradition I miss a great deal] and I learned to drink beer.
. I realized there was so much of the cities I hadn’t explored and tried to check a lot of things off my list in the last semester I was there. Snowshoeing. Roller derby. Winter carnival.  Saints game.  New restaurants.  Dance parties.  History museum.  Polar plunge.
. I graduated from seminary, moved home, and had one last summer off with lots of family and friend adventures.  Good times were had by all at the cabin, in the cousin’s pool, and at graduation parties with cakepops.
. I was ordained as a pastor – what a wonderfully lovely day.  I felt so loved.
. Hey. I drove to Alaska. That was fun/best week ever.  [Also in the travel department, I spent a long weekend in Arizona visiting college friends and completed a week-long Minnesota Tour de Friends at the end of the summer.]
. I officiated at four weddings of dear family and friends.  They were fun times of growth for me as a pastor and weddings are – in general – awesome.   [Bouncy houses, Spotted Cow on tap, and old friends!]
. Oh.  And hey – I started a new job.  I’m 28 and I finally don’t have to pay to do my laundry and I receive a steady paycheck.  [all while doing a job I enjoy]
Good job, 2011.  Here’s to 2012.
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[Which begins with me likely being in bed well before midnight.  I went out to dinner at the Pour House in Stoughton – quaint and cool – with Banana Kay and her boyfriend.  Now I watch HIMYM and talk to you.  Don’t laugh – it’s not entirely lame.  I at least left the house.]

Banana Christmas.

31 Dec
Perfect and lovely.
Here is a sampling of gifts given and received – you can’t make this stuff up.
Banana derby kit. (You take fruit or vegetables, add axles and stickers, and then race.) Banana napkin rings. (Bought at an estate sale.) Banana wine stopper. Banana luggage tag. Go Ape! card game. Raquel the Rooster. A wobbly snowman (read: groovy/likes to get down) who really likes bananas. Grow-your-own-banana kit.

I know it’s hard to believe but this part of the universe exists. The Christmas M & M commercials where the M & Ms meet Santa? “They do exist!” “He does exist!” We exist and there are Banana gifts a plenty, especially when we begin searching in February.
So then we played a major game of Spot It!  All five variations.  It was awesome and we were super loud.  The minute one of us began to lose in one of the fast-paced games, we began to say – quiet at first and ever so loudly – “Oh no!  Oh no!  Oh no!” or “Shoot!  Shoot!  Shoot!”  There never really was any hope that Dan and Marj would get sleep while the Bananas were there.

Kim: You know what would make this game [Spot It!] even better?
Everyone else: What?
Kim: [dramatic pause] Forks.
Gifts exchanged.  Games played. Jenni didn’t break any bones.  I declare it a Banana Christmas success.  

rant.

30 Dec
Mabel and I went for a ride today to the Milton quilt shop.  [I needed some special fabric wash for these antique yellow squares and they had special ordered some this past summer.  Kinda upon my request.  And I never went to pick any up … opps.  I intend to make a throw for my yellow & gray bedroom.  Intend being the important word in that sentence.]
Listening to the radio on the drive home, I hear Lady Gaga.  I like Gaga.  I listen to her a fair bit.  There is a Gaga song – You and I – that talks about Nebraska.  “There’s only three men I’m a serve my whole life/It’s my daddy and Nebraska and Jesus Christ.”  To be clever? annoying? obnoxious? and since I’m in the state of Wisconsin, of course, Nebraska was substituted for the cheese state.  “It’s my daddy and Wisconsin and Jesus Christ.”
I. hate. that.
I don’t care if Wisconsin has the same number of syllables as Nebraska.  I don’t like it when states insert their own name or their own city or their own preferences of some kind into songs.  Hate it.  Just like I won’t cheer when a singer or band onstage yells out the city they’re currently in.  I feel no strong need to yell and scream because a famous person said the name of the state I live in while I’m at the concert.  No need at all.  I’ll cheer when you sing the songs I paid money to hear.  
It’s annoying and I don’t get it.  CPE me on this one but it annoys me enough to write this rant.  *end rant*  I’ll let you know how my antique quilt square throw comes out!  Now off to the Banana Christmas party!

a promised review [with much rambling].

29 Dec
I promised you my Matt Damon update … but first I feel like I should explain myself.
I talk about Matt a lot. He’s my favorite. [And though I may seem slightly crazed, I promise I’m not. No posters on the wall, nor do I know anything about his personal life. This is strictly professional. I just love his smile.]
It all started back in 1997 with Good Will Hunting.
I went to see the movie with my mom. It was a matinee showing after school one day. I was in middle school. I didn’t so much want to see the movie because of Matt Damon; pretty sure I had little idea who he was. I wanted to see it because in middle school and high school I was so into being a film geek/knowledgeable in all things Oscar. [A goal of mine which has since gone out the window; I no longer subscribe to People, nor know who is dating whom in Hollywood.] Good Will Hunting was nominated beyond nominated that year for statues and I wanted to see it to have my own review. And so my mom and I sat in a nearly empty theater and listened to swear word after swear word, watching sex scene after sex scene. [awkward]
And so Matt became my favorite. [It’s not his fault. Nor yours. enter sobbing I know.] The Bourne movies. The Ocean’s movies. The Talented Mr.Ripley. The Adjustment Bureau. [In recent IMDB investigation for this post, it’s also noted he was a baseball spectator in Field of Dreams. It’s like the surprise of finding Elijah Wood pre-LOTR as the space-age boy playing duck hunt in Back to the Future II.] It’s his smile. His boyhood charm. I like them apples.
Thus tonight, I had to go see about a boy. I had to check out the latest Matt Damon masterpiece with a party of twelve at the Stoughton Cinema Cafe. [Five cousins, one sister, one aunt, three friends, and one child of a friend, plus I, at the theater that serves pizza while you sit at tables and watch the flick. It’s quaint and fun.]
We Bought a Zoo. Loved by adult women and source of boredom to children. I laughed, I cried, and I swooned, while my younger cousins asked for ice cream, wondered when it was time to go home, and hopped from chair to chair. But really – it was enjoyable. Heartwarming. Sweet. And Matt Damon looks particularly becoming in a gray sweater at one point. Kay will vouch.

a week away.

28 Dec
Turns out vacation for Lindsay also means no blogging for Lindsay.
Sunday was Christmas and a merry one at that.  Just Dance 3, the traditional card game of 31, and a Packer win.
Monday was lazy.  Movies were watched, How I Met Your Mother episodes played, and naps were had.
Target Tuesday followed with Molly and Erma Emma.  It was a game for Molly, creating as many odd and getting-inside-objects opportunities as possible.  [Please note these were all situations in which Molly said, “Take my picture!”  Provoked by Erma and I she was not.]
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Today was lunch with two college friends [one who currently resides in CA and one in WA] and a spouse [one of theirs, not mine] in Madison, followed by outlet mall shopping in Wisconsin Dells with sem friend, Cassie.
Tomorrow is coffee and movie day.  Friends, aunt, cousins, and sister plus I will all venture to We Bought a Zoo.  I’ll give you the full Matt Damon report at a later date. 
Friday = Banana Christmas and Saturday = TBD.
Oh, what a lovely week of vacation.  
How was your Christmas?  The week that follows?

It’s here …

24 Dec
It’s the Christmas Eve wrap up!  [If it were Joel & Melissa, it would be a rap up.  I miss that rapping pair.]
One service this evening at 5pm at ROG.  Candlelight with Holy Communion and a whole lot of carol singing.  My sermon will also be no more than six and a half minutes long.  I’m going to talk about how Christmas is crazy.  This may also include wrapping the banana dog in a box for part of the children’s message.  Crazy is the word!
After the service, I’m heading to Owatonna for the Christmas Eve of misfits.  Paige, jD, Lauren, jD’s brother, the cats, a fondue pot, the game Spot It!, and I will comprise the misfits.  A week ago I was thinking about how sitting at home alone on Christmas Eve would not be fun.  That same day, I got a phone call from jD inviting me over.  Misfits think alike.  I’m looking forward to it with much anticipation.  It might even be a little … crazy?
I blogged a bit about being a pastor at Christmas here yesterday.
Mystique keeps falling over.  I’m not sure what kind of angel games she is trying to play with me.  She’s too full of glory to stay still?
Tomorrow, there is one Christmas Day service at ROG at 9am.  Immediately afterwards, this lady and her dog are Wisconsin bound because – have you heard?  I’m on vacation thru January 1st!  AND rumor has it January 2nd is a holiday.  Here’s to a week of leisurely reading, cousin time, and seeing long-lost friends. 
Merry Christmas, friends.

Christ comes as a baby in the manger not just to give us more of the life we know, but to give us new and abundant life altogether. For in Christ we have the promise that God will not stop until each and every one of us have been embraced and caught up in God’s tremendous love.  God will not stop until each of us have heard the good news that “unto you this day is born a savior, Christ the Lord.” [Oh, David Lose.  Thank you.]