Monday, September 19, 2005

ARRRRrrrrg

Avast and shiver me timbers, ye scum ridden scallywags... today be "International Talk like a Pirate Day". Arrrg. 'Tis a day that needs celebratin' by watchin' "Pirates of the Carribean" or maybe after ye get that deck swabbed real quick like, you can put up your feet (foot), weigh anchor, and, Arrg, play Monkey Island!

And don't ye be forgettin' to pick out yer pirate name here.

Mine is Captain Jenny Cash. Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. You're musical, and you've got a certain style if not flair. You'll do just fine. Arr!

So, ye swashbucklin' land-lubbers, I'll be leavin' ye with some fine Pirate jokes...


What does it cost fer a pirate's first earring?
A buccaneer. (A buck an ear!)

Ahoy maties! Do ya know what comes after Q?

ARRRRRR

So yo ho ho and a bottle of...

fresca?

Make sure ye leave yer comments in Pirate talk....

Sunday, September 11, 2005

nine eleven

In remembrance of 9-11 I'm doing a journaling challenge that I read on another website.

1. How did you find out? I was at the church and seminary had just gotten over. Marie got a phone call from her husband saying that an airplane had just crashed into one of the twin towers. I went out to my car and listened to the news on the way home, and then was home watching the news by the time the second plane crashed into the towers.

2. How did it impact you personally?
Little did I know at the time, but one of my high school band buddies was on the second plane. It affected me as any American at first, but then... it became personal.

3. How did you feel watching TV coverage? I was amazed. It was shocking, almost a "this isn't really happening" feeling. It was interesting to be an eyewitness to the events, along with all the other millions of viewers. It was almost like watching a disater movie. But it was REAL. Real people jumping out of buildings. Real people being burned alive. Real people mourning the loss of friends and families.

4. Describe some of the discussions you had with others about the event. The next day in seminary, we had a great discussion about the prededing day's events. Was it a sign of the last days? Was it the beginning of the end? Where those guys who took over the planes crazy or just religiously fanatical? Was it just another day of living in this mixed up world? There were lots of questions, not many answers. We felt unsafe. People said since we live near an army base, a missile command center, that we would be targeted. People were worried that malls, stadiums, and movie theaters would be next on their list. We were proud to be Americans, flying flags at every opportunity. We were worried for a long time, but I think we have gotten back to our normal complancency.

5. What gave you hope? what discouraged you? The positive thing that came out of this was the unity it brought our country. For a very short while, we were all just Americans, not Republicans or Democrats, not Black or White, not English speaking or Spanish speaking, just Americans. It brought me hope that we can get along. But unfortunately, it takes disasters to bring us together. That is what is the discouraging part.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Imagination prompt

What is written without effort is in general read without pleasure.
- Samuel Johnson


I haven't been getting many comments lately so I guess people are reading my blog "without pleasure" or ignoring it all together.

I did come across a cool "imagination prompter." It's a webpage that gives you ideas to write about in your blogs, or other writings. I like promptings. I need that kind of push. Here's the link:
http://www.creativity-portal.com/prompts/imagination.prompt.html

Explore that website. It's pretty fun. And I'll come visit your blog if you tell me you used a prompt from that site.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

School days journal challenge

What were your favorite and least favorite subjects? Why?
I loved art and band. When I was in elementary school I wanted to grow up and be an art teacher. Then I got in band. I loved music. But I never wanted to be a band director. I like English in high school... the literature part. (Except for Tale of Two Cities, for some reason I could barely scrape my way thorough it!)I hated math, but did well in it. Science was okay, depending on the teacher. Same with History.

Who was your favorite teacher? How did he or she inspire you?

I loved my fourth grade teacher, Mr. McGraw. He was a fun loving older man who taught in interesting ways. We put on a circus for the younger grades, with a big top and all. I was in some skits and was a can-can dancer. He made learning fun. In middle school I really liked my band director. He inspired me to be a better musician. I liked my English teacher in high school, Ms. Novatnak. She quit teaching to become a lawyer. But I think my favorite was my alg. II/trig teacher Mrs. Cain. She was cool. You wanted to do homework just to please her.

Who were your school friends? Are you still in touch with them?
In elementary school I had a couple of best friends. The first one I remember was named Alison. I don't remember her last name. Then there was Melissa Leibman. I met her in kindergarten and we were friends all through elementary school. We played after school together alot. I'd go over to her house and we'd make coke floats and watch "Love American Style" on tv. She live right next door to the school. Karen Weinstock was also a good friend. I met her in 3rd grade. We both played flute (so did Melissa) in the band. We had some fun slumber parties at her house. She was Jewish, so I learned alot about it. She came over to my house and helped decorate our Christmas tree because she had never done that before. I still keep up with Karen. After the 5th grade I moved to Alabama. My first best friend was Cindy Olsen. I remember standing in line to go to lunch or PE or somewhere and she asked, "so do you go by Jacquelyn or Jackie?" on the first day of school. In 7th grade I became friends with a drummer named Jackie. We spent the summer swimming at the Y. In 7th and 8th grade I was friends with Jenny and Sandra. They both played the flute in band. I still see Jenny in a group I play in now. High school brought more friends, but kept the old. Lisa, Suzy and Maren were good friends in high school. And, yes I still keep up with them! Lisa and Suzy played flute in the band, and Suzy and I became very close in our junior and senior years. Maren influenced me a lot at church, helping me gain a testimony. And of course, there were the boys: Mike, Jim, Richard, Pat, Jarell, Ronnie, Mark, and Marc who I ended up marrying!

Were you popular? Were you unpopular? How has this affected your feelings about yourself in your adulthood?
I was popular in elementary school, unpopular in middle school, and popular in band in high school. I have always wanted to be accepted by my peers, and I still let it bother me. I'm never in the "A" crowd, even at church, but I'm comfortable with my life long friends, and that's what counts. (Having a family that loves you counts even more so!) I still get bothered when people I feel I know pretty well have parties, showers, receptions, and don't invite us.

Were you involved in extracurricular activities? Are you still interested in those kinds of activities?

Well, you can tell by now that I was involved in band. Band was life, and there wasn't much outside of it. I became active at church and that helped widen my world. I am still involved in music, and am in a Wind Ensemble. And I'm still active in my church.

If you could re-live your school days, what would you change?

Ooohh. That is a loaded question. A LOT!!!! I would change how I treated people, How much homework I did, practicing, and a lot of other stuff I don't even want to go into!

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Hurricane Foretold?

We survived Katrina with just minor branches blown down in our yard. A few neighbors had some trees down, and there were pockets of power down. Bryan's friend Jeremy, and a couple of kids in my seminary class were without power for two days. But this is nothing compared to the Gulf Coast. And New Orleans, I don't think it will ever be the same. How can it? What is really creepy is this article I ran across by National Geographic. http://magma.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0410/feature5/
But hopefully there won't be 50,000 dead like the article says. I was complaining about the price of gas this morning to my husband and he said "at least we don't live in New Orleans." Count your blessings. Then share your blessings.