NO ONE IS EVER TOLD WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED
So I am re-reading The Chronicles of Narnia (in an effort to ease myself into reading again), and I have a small interperative question. In the Dawn Treader, when Lucy is in the magician's house, she begins to read his magic book. In between casting spells, she reads this story that she loves. When she reaches the end, she discovers that the pages cannot be turned back and she cannot read it again. As she tries to recall the story, she remembers that it was about, "a cup, a sword, a tree, and a green hill." And a bit later, Aslan tells her that He will be "always telling her" the story.
Are we supposed to infer that Lucy is reading the story of Christ? And did everyone know this already and I'm just slow on the uptake?
Sarah Brown again.
FOR RENT:
I don't understand these little exercise short-shorts with things printed across the back. I've half a mind to make a pair that say LOOK IT'S MY ASS.
words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
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My income tax refund check came today. With a very big woohoo tacked on to the end.
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Is it possible to be so incredibly pale that even the tan-in-a-bottle stuff won't work on you? Because this is the third application, Mr. Banana Boat, and I'm still looking like a Canadian.
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It's not that I miss being in school; I wouldn't go back for the wide world. However, I miss the closure you get at the end of a school term. The big sigh of relief as you turn in the last final and get in the car and roll down all the windows and turn the radio up to full volume and drive home. I miss being really super excited that all I have to do for the next 3 months is go to work.
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If you have kids and other people keep them, or if you have ever kept other people's kids for a living, or if you are looking for something to read that is better than an airplane book but not quite intellectual enough that you'd actually want to recommend it to everyone you know, go get a copy of The Nanny Diaries by Emma McLaughlin & Nicola Kraus. I haven't finished a book since Christmas, and I read this one in a day.
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And if you're looking for a movie that will make you blush even more than Austin Powers, go see Down With Love.
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So No One Told You Life Was Gonna Be This Way
I have to give Joey major snaps for finally getting together with Rachel. Also, congrats to the Friends show in general for finally giving a cast member bad hair.
Thomas wants to have a blog, but it's killing him to try to think up a title. So I'm instigating a contest, and the best blog title for Thomas wins a fabulous cash prize. Go for it.
Someone has been using my computer. The "My Library" section of RealPlayer has been filled with every single one of those Budwiser "Real American Hero" commericials.
PURITAN INFLUENCE
Save your naturally healthy objections. Lucky Charms is still my favorite cereal in the world, due in major part to the fact that I never had it until I went to college. My mom refused to buy the cereal, not because of the sugar content, but because the title contained the word "Lucky." And we know there's no such thing as luck.
So I went to Jackson Saturday to wander around and find a mother's day gift for the mother who could not possibly need any more stuff ever, and after 5 hours of deliberating, I bought her a butterfly net at Restoration Hardware. The thing is, that was the first stop at the mall, and there were many more stores waiting to be visited...so I carried this butterfly net that was twice as tall as me all over Northpark, knocking over all innocent people in my pathway. The best part was explaining to all the salespeople that the buterfly net was not for my ficticious small children, nor for Gus (who was with me), but was in fact for my almost 50-ish mother, who would get more use out of it than any child I've ever known.
MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY
I don't mean to plagerize (that was only for college), but I can't figure out how to link to this particular post on a website, so I'm gonna put it here.
I wish I was in a serious committed relationship with Target, because everytime I go, they've gotten better. I feel kind of bad, because I go in there without brushing my hair and maybe I'm in a rush or a bad mood, but Target never lets me down. If anything, Target is constantly improving and surprising me. I might think Target is at the top of its game and just can't get any better because these shoes don't look cheap and this lamp is great and affordable and oh yeah I needed dryer sheets, and then Target goes and pulls out all the stops with fabulous new shower curtains and stationery and watches. If they opened an apartment section, I'd totally move in with Target, and I'm not even that kind of girl.
(Courtesy of Sarah Brown)
One of the perks of working for appraisers is that I have become the bomb at reading road maps. I rarely get lost anywhere anymore.
Despite this geographical prowess, however, I cannot process any link between the outside layout of the mall and the stores located therein.
small and insignifigant pet peeve
It really irks me when one of my co-workers (the purportedly evil one accused of stealing the bicycles of young Wilkins children) comes downstairs and, instead of simply asking me to pull a file for her (which she is perfectly capable of doing herself), just kinda hemms and haws and hums around in the baskets, finally turning to me and saying, "Wonder where 111 John Doe Road could be?" Gee, I dunno. Maybe perhaps with the 8 bajillion OTHER files we have here. Let me drop everything this instant and find it for you, O goddess of apraisals.
TOP 5 THINGS I MISS ABOUT LIVING WITH JENNIFER AND LISA/LACEY
(aside from the pleasure of seeing their shining faces everyday, of course)
5. People magazine
4. Assistance in putting on jewelery
3. Triple the wardrobe
2. A boy to take the trash out
1. Cable TV
I don't have a toddler, although I deal with an infant for 8 hours every day, if that counts. Anyway, this little tidbit was one of the things that I read and liked in the new Credenda.
"When God placed Adam in the garden, there was only one no. Adam and Eve could eat from any of the trees in the garden except for one. Our God is a God of grace, a God who gives to the point of overflow. This can be seen in how He created a garden where virtually every tree was a yes. Parents should remember this when their little ones become mobile and start life within their "garden." Given the nature of things, there do need to be certain things that are off-limits for the kids for various reasons: toddlers shouldn't be able to play with electric sockets, and they shouldn't be allowed to kick the vase off the coffee table. And sometimes there have to be points of testing for the point of testing. After all, God did place one tree in the garden that was off-limits. But even so, the attitude of parents should be one of grace, wanting to bestow, desiring to give. Unless their authority is respected, they cannot give--but authority can be established without having a tempting no every foot and a half. All this is another way of encouraging parents to toddler-proof the house with grace in mind. --Doug Wilson
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
A red front door is almost never a bad decision.
McSweeny's is an online publisher of short fiction that is usually very funny or at least mildly entertaining. Their list section is also quite good.