Archive for July, 2008

Guys and Dolls

Thursday, July 31st, 2008

It’s not often that a film keeps me thinking for days (conspiracy theories involving rodeo clowns, yes. .. films, rarely), but I’ve found one of those gems recently.

This great find is Lars and the Real Girl. It’s about a guy, Lars, who is extremely quiet and definitely awkward. But then he meets the girl of his quirky dreams. If you’ve not seen the movie, you should definitely watch this scene:

So, I’m guessing that it’s one that some of you will love, some will hate and some may never trust me again. I’d say it’s worth the risk. I know you barely trust me anyways.

By Any Other Name

Wednesday, July 30th, 2008

Anyone else watching Project Runway this season? One of the designers is named Stella, and it took me back to this storytelling class I took through Communiversity at UMKC. There are multiple stories that I could go into about that class, but this is a blog, not a novel.

But I show up to the second class, and this crazy teacher, Jin-Jin (her storytelling name), is asking some question. When nobody answers, she says, “Stella, what do you think?” It was confusing because I was pretty sure that in the 50% of the class that actually dared to return, there was not a Stella. That’s when I hear my friend, Bill, say, “Her name is Janelle.” She was talking to me! And I kid you not, she says, “Well, I’m going to call her Stella, because it reminds me of every girl in a bar in the 80’s.” So for the remainder of the course, I went by Stella to the whole class…once they were able to move their dropped jaws.

Actually, Bill still calls me Stella. In fact, all of his friends know me by that name. Pretty much every time I hang out in a group with him, the following conversation occurs:

Them channeling Marlon Brando: Stella!!!!

Me: (slight chuckle)

Them: I bet you hear that all the time.

Me: Not as often as you might think.

Two by Two(night)

Monday, July 28th, 2008

So I was thinking last night about how many people choose a Noah’s Ark theme for their baby’s nursery.  It’s usually oh-so-cute with the little animals in pairs on a boat twice the size of the elephant (and we say that babies have spacial issues because of their developmental stage).

noah’s ark nursery

But I’ve yet to see a nursery that tells the entire story.  Somehow we just conveniently overlook the verse that says:

Every living thing that moved on the earth perished—birds, livestock, wild animals, all the creatures that swarm over the earth, and all mankind.  Genesis 7:21

Where’s that baby blanket?  I think it might be more appropriate to have a crib set with people and animals gasping for air… maybe corpses floating.  Then the mobile could just be the male and female vultures swarming over them.  Nothing calms a baby down like a mass killing.

Nighty-night!

Turning Pages

Sunday, July 27th, 2008

When listing my interests and hobbies, I generally say board games, traveling, watching college basketball, hanging outside in the fall (with an inside easily accessible… don’t want to get too outdoorsy - people might invite me camping, and then I have to have to turn them down. And they take it personally. And it’s awkward). Yet I never list reading. I always want to. Even though I understand print just to be a medium, I think reading sounds intellectual and impressive. I really want to be that cool, but I’m afraid I’m not (a mere .04 cool points away *sigh*)

That is until now. That’s right, today I finished book. A big book… like over 500 pages, and it only took me a little over a week. It was True Evil, a suspense novel by Greg Iles. And get this, I actually liked reading it. There’s a couple of parts that I would feel embarrassed reading aloud to my grandmother (actually, any part since I’d be the crazy lady reading out loud in the cemetery), but it was really good.

I realized something fascinatingly insightful. It wasn’t that I didn’t like reading, it was that I didn’t like reading boring books. I had a bad picker. It’s like if the only movies I’d ever seen starred Keanu Reeves. There’s no way that I could watch A Walk In the Clouds and come out a film fanatic. That movie nearly turned me off to clouds.

So if you have page turners to suggest (Dostoevsky lovers need not respond), let me know. I might just have to make room in my list of interests for a new one.

Flying High

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008

I made it home today.  I nearly thought I had completely climbed courage mountain when it comes to flying by the time I made it to the fourth and final flight of the trip.  I wasn’t even planning on taking any Xanax (prescribed by doctor for when I fly, though I’m sure some of you wish I took it more often).

I was really feeling good about things, but that’s when I was at my gate and the incoming flight came in closely followed by a firetruck.  Out jumped firemen that dashed to the steaming/smoking aircraft.  I figured to board any plane that gets greeted with a firetruck requires way more Xanax than I was carrying (and no dealer in sight).  Thankfully, they soon announced a new plane at a new gate.  I came home safe and my brain wasn’t fried on drugs… seared, but not fried.

Overall, it was a fabulous trip.  Way relaxing.  Way fun.  I have the best, best friend in the world.  Here we are on the way to the airport this morning:

Yessica:  I had this dream that I got to the wedding reception, and instead of serving roast beef, they served roast beef sandwiches.

Me:  I had a dream that I was at the church, and one group was eating ice cream and another was eating dip-n-dots.  I had to leave them, and when I came back I was really excited to eat the dip-n-dots, but they had turned into cupcakes.

Yessica:  I had a dream that one day this nation would rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”

Me:  Free at last!  Free at last!  Thank God almighty, they would be free at last!!

Isle Have What She’s Having

Monday, July 21st, 2008

Yessica:  What do you want to do for dinner?

Me:  I don’t really care.  I’m easy.  I just don’t like melons, olives and anything in a Rueben.

Yessica:  You don’t like anything Aruban?  Like from Aruba?

Me:  That’s right.  Jamaican, I love.  Aruban, I hate.

Update From the Desert

Sunday, July 20th, 2008

Good news! I didn’t go down in a fiery crash on the way to Arizona. Also, I found a quarter!

Having a way fun time with Yessica. The bachelorette was filled with 80’s goodness. Nearly everyone came dressed in garb from the decade. Unfortunately, a couple of girls didn’t… one of them having “Texas” hair. And here was the conversation that followed:

80’s girl: How did you do that with your bangs? I was trying to get them to do that, but I couldn’t get them that big.

Big hair: Actually, this is just my real hair.

80’s girl: Ohl

long pause

Just when you thought that the 80’s couldn’t get any more awkward.

In other news, I got this email from my mom earlier about my nephew, Brian.

Alaine called this afternoon. On the way to Epworth (retirement village where his other grandparents live) for lunch, she asked Brian what they did in Sunday School and if they sang any songs. He said that they sang the “Sino” song. Not thinking she knew it, she asked him to sing it to her, and he did.

It goes like this:”Jesus loves me. This SINO, for the Bible tells me so.

And so I leave you with that. That is all the news SINO.

The Only Mountain I’d Actually Climb

Friday, July 18th, 2008

So I leave early in the morning to begin my journey to Phoenix (where they keep the sun) for Yessica’s bachelorette party. If you’ve traveled with me in the past few years or been in my general vicinity when I’m getting ready to travel, you’re aware that flying and I aren’t exactly friends (but Xanax and I are quite the pals, and have chosen to gang up on flying).

I was actually just thinking earlier of my 3 year-old nephew, Brian.

Brian and Janelle

This summer, he’s been taking swimming lessons. One night, he was in the bathtub, and my sister was trying to work with him on putting his face in the water. He was really having a difficulty doing this. After both Brian and my sister had exhausted their patience, Brian sat back and said, “Well, I guess I’m just going to have to climb courage mountain.” I don’t know where he got it or if he just made it up (wouldn’t surprise me)… either way, I was quite impressed.

So tomorrow morning, when I get on the plane, I’m afraid that I’ll just have to climb courage mountain. I hope that the people next to me are in shape, because I certainly don’t want them slowing me down.

Office Space

Tuesday, July 15th, 2008

Interestingly enough, I got an email from my cubicle today.  I rarely see it, since I’m out at other people’s desks all the time now.  I’m guessing that since it doesn’t have hands, it had to send it through Dagney.  Here it is:

Dear Janelle,

I miss you. I’m lonely without you. All the other cubicles laugh at me and tell me nobody loves me, but I know you do. Some strange lady came over and put a plant on one of my shelves, claiming her office had no natural light, but the plant is half brown, and it makes me ugly.

A layer of dust has also settled over all my lovely pictures, and the chair has teamed up with the other cubicles and is no longer speaking to me. I know everything will be better once you come home. (sniff)

Love,
Your most humble and faithful office space
 

And here is my response:

Dear Office Space,

These days without you have been long and difficult.  I sit at other desks and think of you.  These other spaces pale in your comparison.  They don’t have your charm, your sense of adventure, your comfort, your… well, my name on them.

You must know that there is only one space for me, and that’s you.  Though we are apart, my feelings for you grow stronger by the moment.  It won’t be long until we are reunited.  I’ll see you a week from Thursday, though only for the morning (well, not even the whole thing since I’ll have my review and staff chapel taking up a good portion of that).

But be strong, little one.  No plant, no other cubicles, not even a broken stapler will make you anything but beautiful in my eyes.  You complete me (in that office space kinda way).

Until we come together once again,

Janelle

One Man’s Trash Isn’t Always Treasure

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

So the church’s annual rummage sale is this week, and one might make some logical conclusions about it.  Being that this church is made up of some wealthy individuals (definitely Target people), one might deduct that this sale is a field of treasures ready for the harvest.  In reality, though there are some good finds, it’s more like a field that’s just been fertilized, if you get my drift. 

I’ve been slowly donating some of Brandon’s clothing all week (if you’re in the market for a shiny red shirt, are you in for a good surprise!).  Yesterday when I was dropping off a batch, I walked past a side room that was marked, “Specially priced clothes.”  So I peeked through the window to figure out what constituted a specially priced piece of clothing.  There were sparkly jackets, formal dresses, fancy stuff and then I spotted one of Brandon’s Hawaiian shirts!  He made the specially priced clothes section.  I was so proud.

So while the sale doesn’t start until Friday, the staff gets in for a pre-sale tomorrow.  I’ll let you know what treasures I find.  There are a couple of wooden hawks I’ve got my eyes on.  Thought I’d hang those babies right above the bed.  Caw!!  Caw!!