Thursday, August 25, 2005
The Water Closet
Dearest Blog Readers,
Alas, I have not written for over three weeks. I have been...keeping myself busy, and the call of work and now the call of school and all the important people in my life will ensure that this will not change any time soon. But, I like having sizeable responsibilities, so of course I am not complaining.
If I could sum up all of my activities of these past three weeks with one word, I would say I have been "cleaning." Yes, it is true that I have been trying to clean the house I live in now and then though that can be a challenge as I have to cohabitate with a smelly dog and fox urine-afflicted carpet. I've also been cleaning up some past mistakes, broken glass in strange places, disorganized computer files on my college computer,...
Speaking of cleaning, has anyone visited Jess Broberg's bathroom lately? Actually I don't remember it being any other way. I think it must be the cleanest water closet I have ever seen or will see. I just don't understand it. She just has some kind of gift. And if she happens to be reading this now and is wondering if I am kissing up or something, the answer is "Yes, I'll do anything to make you love me more, Jess, I LOVE YOUUUU!" Haha, no I hope I'm not that way. But seriously - could anyone think of a cleaner bathroom than hers?
Well, dear vast audience, I think I will stop writing now. Thank you for your time, forgiveness, and sense of humor. Good night.
Alas, I have not written for over three weeks. I have been...keeping myself busy, and the call of work and now the call of school and all the important people in my life will ensure that this will not change any time soon. But, I like having sizeable responsibilities, so of course I am not complaining.
If I could sum up all of my activities of these past three weeks with one word, I would say I have been "cleaning." Yes, it is true that I have been trying to clean the house I live in now and then though that can be a challenge as I have to cohabitate with a smelly dog and fox urine-afflicted carpet. I've also been cleaning up some past mistakes, broken glass in strange places, disorganized computer files on my college computer,...
Speaking of cleaning, has anyone visited Jess Broberg's bathroom lately? Actually I don't remember it being any other way. I think it must be the cleanest water closet I have ever seen or will see. I just don't understand it. She just has some kind of gift. And if she happens to be reading this now and is wondering if I am kissing up or something, the answer is "Yes, I'll do anything to make you love me more, Jess, I LOVE YOUUUU!" Haha, no I hope I'm not that way. But seriously - could anyone think of a cleaner bathroom than hers?
Well, dear vast audience, I think I will stop writing now. Thank you for your time, forgiveness, and sense of humor. Good night.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Under the Overpass
A few years ago when my mother was a college student, she decided she would spend the night in Duluth as a homeless person for an interpersonal communications class project. She really learned a lot and her stories sparked interest in the community -in fact, she was on the front page of the newspaper and on Eyewitness News.
I was browsing around one of my favorite Christian websites, and I learned about a man who did something similar. Yankoski lived as a homeless man for five months in Washington, D.C., with hopes to "take great risks of faith to bring Christ's love to the neediest corners of the world." He was just 20 years old, and he did something huge. Read the article, it will bless you!! Click here
I was browsing around one of my favorite Christian websites, and I learned about a man who did something similar. Yankoski lived as a homeless man for five months in Washington, D.C., with hopes to "take great risks of faith to bring Christ's love to the neediest corners of the world." He was just 20 years old, and he did something huge. Read the article, it will bless you!! Click here
Monday, August 01, 2005
Attack of the Clowns
It's that time of year..the time when the fairgrounds gain more color, and the clowns come out to play. May we who are in the Lord force ourselves into all righteousness and flee our ridiculous fears.