I made a pie and entered it in a contest last Saturday at the Evergreen State Fair in Monroe. It was a two-crust apple pie and its secret ingredient was maple syrup. It had a bunny face on the top and the bunny's whiskers were made out of apple peel. Out of approximately 13 two-crust apple pies, mine came in 5th, which meant I got a ribbon. Only the top five got ribbons. It is yellow and I am proud of it. I also got a ribbon for "Best Presentation" because the theme of the fair was "Be Somebunny: Hop to the Fair!" and I knew this and catered my decoration towards it. That ribbon is rainbow colors and beautiful, but it's my little yellow ribbon I feel I really earned.
And then yesterday I made lasagna for the first time and it is yummy. I suppose it is hard to go wrong with tomato and vegetable sauce and noodles and cheese, but I am still proud. I don't often spend long amounts of time preparing meals, so I feel accomplished.
Plus, plus! they want to see me for a face to face interview at Verity Credit Union, so I wasn't just imagining that the phone interview went well. The branch I'm applying to work at is housed in the Amazon/Pacific Medical Center complex, which is really a world, so I could walk to work. I hope I get it.
And, and! Brendan and I are going to Wisconsin in a month and we're taking the bus and we'll see fall colors and then family.
And we're going camping this weekend. Life is quite well in my neck of the woods.
I don't do this too often, but I'm in the mood and so here goes: a post about how I'm feeling, just in general, in life.
I graduated on Saturday, and also on the Wednesday before that. Both graduations did not live up to my expectations. The English Department one was boring and lasted too long, and the big one that was supposed to be great (I know I'm one of few people who think this, but I'd attended two UW graduations previously and found them both quite fun) ended up cold and wet with an unenthused group of graduates and bad speaker. I'll pretend I graduated the year Sherman Alexie was the speaker. I don't remember what he said, but I remember it was funny and I remember laughing, and that's a nice memory.
I got a 3.7 in the German class I was really worried about, bringing my overall GPA to 3.84. Yet I forgot to wear my honors cord at the big graduation--my last chance to show it off. Well, I wore it at my graduation party afterward, and that was fun.
Now I'll be working at the library this summer, and looking for a job that's not a student position and that includdes insurance. There's a position open at the library, but it's an actual factual full-time position and I'm not sure I want that. I'm afraid of it. I'm afraid that stress has become such a regular feeling to me that if I don't spend some time taking time off and learning how it feels to not feel stressed that it just won't ever go away. Maybe I'll never get to the point where I don't feel like there's always more to do, but I'd like to try. And maybe it's just a state of mind, not of reality, but I won't know for sure until I try to get there. So I'm going to ignore these feelings that are telling me I should have a full time job. And I'll hold Linda Bierds' example up as my beacon, because she had it right. She worked part time and devoted time to writing, and knew it was her life's work. And I want to know that and say that, but I'm afraid to because I'm afraid I won't be successful like she was and is. But does that even matter?
This is starting to feel too journal-like, like I'm cheating on my journal.
Hello all! It's time once more for a Bricolage reading, this time for the 24th annual issue! It'll be the last issue I directly work on, and I'd love for you all to see the fruits of my labor.
To that end, the reading of Issue 24 of Bricolage will be held Thursday, June 7, at 7pm at Cafe on the Ave (on the corner of 42nd and University Way). Authors and artists alike have been invited to read and/or discuss their work, and now I invite you all to listen and enjoy.
Let me know if you have any questions, or want to know what the heck Bricolage is!
Yikes. Just posted the following to the alumni forum of the very conservative Christian Bible school I went to in England after I graduated from high school. I feel butterfluttery.
I remember at one of our lectures, a speaker said that one out of three of us would, years later, no longer consider her or himself a Christian (I might not have the figure exactly right, but something like that). I was pretty incredulous at the time, but now I realize how true those words are, at least for me. I’m not sure that I no longer consider myself a Christian, but the me of 2000 would say that the me of now couldn’t possibly be a “real” Christian. I no longer go to church, I live with my agnostic boyfriend, and I don’t believe the Bible is the inerrant Word of God. I’m not at all sure what Christianity means to me anymore. For me, it started when I stopped believing in hell, and it’s been really hard, this path away from conservative Christianity and what I formerly believed was “true” Christianity. There are many feelings of hurt and anger and confusion, yet I feel like I’m being more honest with myself than I ever was before. So I’m wondering, are there any others of you who read the forum, wondering if you’re the only one who no longer believes? One of the hardest parts about no longer having the same beliefs is that I feel like I’ve lost a really tight-knit community. I’d love to talk to any of you about this, but especially those whose beliefs have changed or who perhaps no longer believe. I’m happy that we have this forum to keep in touch with one another, and hope you’re all doing well. You can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
"You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.