tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63680712011-05-03T08:03:11.064-04:00Can we have the introverts raise their hands?Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.comBlogger2081100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-49482385778837040652007-02-06T16:32:00.000-05:002007-02-06T16:54:52.324-05:00

It's winter. Crisp, cold February. And the northern bays of the lake are covered in a foot of ice; enough to drive on, more than enough for ice skating. I haven't been ice skating in years. I used to, in another life, actually take lessons. But then, in keeping with Holub tradition, we moved. I think I may have been once or twice in the last twelve years, but skating circles in a rink with

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There comes a point when it is just cheaper to buy a new computer rather than investing in bandages for the old....I don't know where it is, but I'm not that far from hitting it.Now that my laptop has a new hard-drive and I got a new wireless card and I'm looking for new batteries and a new power cord.....I mean, I can get online now.Isn't that great?It's the start of semester 2 here at UVM. I'm

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I don't know his name. I'd love to sit down and talk with him, buy him a beer, listen to his life history. Instead I watch over him from my usual third floor corner table, chai tea in hand, debating on the appropriateness of an introduction. If this is his living, I wouldn't want to intrude on his business hours...He adjusts his capo, takes a long drag from his cigarette, and re-tunes. I

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I've been in Vermont for a month now. Yeah, really. It's been pretty much amazing. I'll have pictures soon. And I'm working on putting some of the thoughts on what I've been learning today in words. But just so that you know a bit of what I've been up to, here is the latest of the updates I've sent to people:When is the last time you climbed a mountain? Or jumped off a cliff? What would it

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I'm at 85% of my funding and I have the OK for going up to campus. I leave tomorrow and should be in Vermont Friday. Once I figure out how my internet access is going to work up there, I'll be posting again on a more regular basis (sure, I say that now).First priorities in Burlington: scoping out the thrift shops, hitting up Ben and Jerry's, and learning the campus well enough to pass for a

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My time as of late has been devoted to two things: repacking all my stuff and raising support for my coming year in Vermont. Right now, it's a toss-up as to which is the more stressful of the two.I think this weekend I hit the dreaded fundraising wall. Reviewing my accounts, I realized that I have less than three weeks to raise my support and I'm only at 30%....and 30% of $25000 isn't that big

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Every part of going on staff with the Navigators has been spiritually challenging. Deciding to pursue EDGE Corps took a lot of intense prayer sessions, for both guidance and the strength to take the first step. The application process called for a lot of reflection on both my reasons for applying and my beliefs as a whole. My training (or Summit as we like to call it) threw me in the mix of 30

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I know, it's been a good three months since I've been around, and I certainly have a good bit to catch up on:School: Well, I'm done. I graduated in May and now have a Bachelors of Science in Wildlife Science. It feels great to be done with undergrad. I am not sure whether God will call me to grad school or not, but that doesn't need to be decided just yet.EDGE Corps: I think the last time I

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I had my phone interview for Edge Corps today.They said they like to let people know within two weeks.UPDATE: I found out today (3/28) that I've been accepted. They want to know by next Saturday whether I am going to do it or not. I'm pretty sure I will, but I want to pray about it more. I'd appreciate your prayers as well.

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I am Yours.Do we even realize all that those words mean, as often as we say them? Do I even realize?I am Yours means I will always belong.I am Yours means I am God's child, I will always be loved.I am Yours means I am God's love, I will always be cherished.I am Yours means I am God's servant, I will always have a purpose.I am Yours means I am God's sheep, I will always be provided for.I am Yours

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Really, I do. No excuses though. Nothing eloquent tonight. No sage advice, charming witticisms or brilliant theological insights...frankly, I'm pretty tired.Spring break was this past week. Again, I went down to Florida with Navigators and we worked on a site for Habitat for Humanity. Again, I had a blast. This trip I had just bought my camera and so I got to play around and take all sorts

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Quick update for now, no promises as to what may or may not come later. I need to start off by saying two things: 1)OxiClean absolutely rocks, what else takes out 3 month old mud stains? 2) I have been in the most excessively happy mood all evening, since about 4 or so this afternoon actually, and I have no idea why. I mean, I know God must have something to do with it but other than that I

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It's been an interesting couple of days around here, to put it mildly, which has left me in this weird state of confusion, exhaustion, and....something I'm not exactly sure how to define. It all pretty much comes down to: I'm not sure what God is doing, but I'm doing my best to hang on for the ride.I guess I should preface this with a synopsis of the half day of prayer from a week ago. I posted

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Two and a half hours of prayer and you know what God told me? Sure Peter fell, but at least he got out of the boat.

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Usually when 2 Corinthians 12:9 is brought up we think of God's strength being perfected in our weakness; that when we are broken His grace can shine through.Just to take a little different spin on things: have you ever thought about how perfectly this applies to Christ Himself? It was when He was at His weakest, beaten and broken, nailed to the cross, that God's love for us was most evident.

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Not exactly the lion laying down with the lamb...but pretty darn close.

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No, I haven't dropped off the face of the Earth. Last semester, especially the end of it, was just that hectic that anything not directly contributing to the completion of classwork had to be removed from the schedule. Luckily this semester looks, so far, like I'll have a bit more wiggle room. Let me fill you in on what has been going on.Over Christmas break my family and took to the air. Our

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My parents came up to visit me this weekend.Wait, let me rephrase that...My parents came up to the mountains because apples are in season and they wanted to hit the orchard. I told them that I would be mad if they came halfway to Tech and didn't even bother to stop in.So they came for the night and brought me apples. Just over 1/2 a bushel. My future holds many apple pies, apple cake, apple

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I make a lot of pies; mostly apple. The recipe I use was passed down from my father's mother, to my mother, to me. I've learned it well. Apparently, when my father was in California visiting my grandmother, he told her all about my baking skills, how I make a pretty mean apple-pie. This is also the same time he promised that we would be going out to California for Christmas. My grandmother

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I've realized that, as broad as my music collection is, I have very little in the way of classical music. I greatly enjoy classical music, but don't actually own any.What would you suggest as some staples that I need to start off with?

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On second thought, it's probably best not to ask questions like that as I am not sure I want to know the answer....I know, this blog has been mostly dead for a while. Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum-up. I have a very long to-do list and it seems that every time I cross one thing off, I add five more. I'm in the wierdest of states, though. There are all these things I

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Is there anything more confounding than Joy? It is the undeniable mark of the Living God. Christ says that we will be known as His by the love we have for one another, but there is something to this Joy. It is the afterglow of the glory of God, a direct result of time spent in His presence. I've cried some these past couple of weeks--over uncertainty regarding my grandmother, over the

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As some of you may already know, my grandmother (Father's side) was recently diagnosed with colon cancer. She had had rectal cancer before (years ago) and this cancer was caught early because of her history. She has been in chemo for one week now and by the end of this first round she was so weak that she fell and broke her hip. She underwent surgery on Friday and has been home since.Today,

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Blogs are busting out all overAll throughout the Appalacian HillsOk, so that would have worked better had I ever actually seen Carousel.Point is lots of my friends have logged in to the blogging cult-ure. Go check out Matt and Mark, welcome them, before they're wise to us.Traffic has been slow, really slow around here. Not that I need people to read, but it doesn't feel all that great when the

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I am happy where I am in my life right now: perfectly content with my single-ness, and not looking for anyone more than Christ to fill my time. Having said that....I was bored the other day (Or, more accurately, I was avoiding work the other day) and I stumbled across one of those "meet-your-match" websites. Just for kicks (to waste even more time) I decided to fill out a survey just to see

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Home again. And by that I mean beautiful Blacksburg, VA. Believe it or not I moved back three weeks ago. {Pray, then, why hadst thou neglected us?}For the past two weeks I have actually been without connection to the outer world. I ventured where no sane person ought, where no cell-phone signal is found. Thankfully I am not exactly sane. I was at Mountain Lake Biological Station with the

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This is what happens to my writing when I am not entrenched in technical and scientific babble all day long.For me, there is a method in the starting and keeping of a journal, indeed, almost a ritual. Careful thought and planning is observed before ever pen touches paper. In seeing out even the smallest details, I find that I can focus all the more on the therapy at hand. My thoughts are on

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We had to have our dog put down on Monday. Her 12 years of life ended after a sudden onset of seizures. She was an old dog and we knew she wouldn't be with us much longer. I was rather prepared for it.I think, for me, the most upsetting part of her death was the seizures. I hated the thought of her suffering more than that of losing her altogether.Another thing that's been bothering me is how

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Well, I'm in the middle of getting things ready for the fall semester. There is shopping to be done and a schedule or two to be evaluated, moving preparations as well as an attempt to transfer to the Target up in Christiansburg so that I can keep the income through the school year. I remember summers in grade school seemed to get shorter each year. I would watch the roads for the bus drivers

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Actually, this has nothing to do with trains, or Batman for that matter. But you, being the uber-intelligent person you are already knew that. Sheesh, I can't fool you for a second. I just realized that it's been a month...no more than that....since I last posted anything. My posting always slows when I go home, I don't like being tucked away in a cave...that an there are people around. I

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Multiple Choice question from my Habitat Ecology Final:How much wood could a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?a)2 cordsb)Who's asking?c)Who cares?d)4 cubic chainse)It depends Yes, there is a correct answer to that.And yes, my prof. is a huge Gary Larson fan.

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Just to let you know, I am still alive. School has gotten the better of me recently.To keep you busy while I'm tied up:I've been thinking recently of the differences between humility and modesty.Discuss.

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Happy 23rd Wedding Anniversary to my parents. 

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Yes, it is, once again, my birthday today. I'm 21, completely legal. Although my celebrations are slightly different from the vast majority of ex-minors....Instead of buying myself my first beer (which, when I do, will be a Guinness)I decided to spoil myself by ordering a little light reading. Don't all girls want writings of a 12th century monk for the big 21?Ah well, if anybody is feeling in

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Mom's don't meddle, they act in God's plan.Sometimes you've got to get your hands dirty.Excellence is meeting, and surpassing, the required characteristics.Men can be almost as crafty as women.If you had sack of grain, a cloak, and a sandal....I'd marry you.Often we just can't see where we fit in to God's plan and all we can do is obey.Character: now that's hot!If business deals today resulted in

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When I am reading through the Bible, I often stumble across certain words or phrases that stick out to me for no apparent reason. A lot of the time, these are words that we use without really thinking about why or what they mean, yet they are part of our Christian vocabulary and we rarely stop to question them. I like to stop and dig in, words are chosen for a purpose and I want to know what

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Yes, I am a nerd. No, it's not the same "Pi" in my title.Some sites for you to visit.Is your birthday in Pi? Mine is, position 1134202.Read a history of Pi.And then take the quiz.Or check out Pi to 1,000,000 places.

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My little friends,to talk of other things.Of shores and trips and packing bagsOf week-long break and Spring!And why I'm off to FloridaAnd whether we'll get to swing.Calloo-CallayNo work, hurray!We're cabbages and kings!Yes sir. I am off to Stuart, Florida for this the week of Spring Break. It's one of the Nav trips we run every year and we'll be staying at a church and working on homes for

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So I'm an Earthsuit fan. (Apparently they are no longer "Earthsuit" but that doesn't really matter.) It's really hard to describe or classify them. Although it made sense, for some reason, when I learned they were from New Orleans. One of my particular favorites of theirs is Sky Flashings:Who keeps the balance in suspended skiesSupporting Earth with inward thrustLet the audience refocus eyesOn

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I know you are probably wondering what's happened to me the past couple of weeks. I could say that I decided to give up posting for Lent, but that's evidently not the case. Nor have I given up on the whole blog thing and just decided to let my page slowly wear away into the mysterious expanse of the internet. The simple truth is, I've been absolutely swamped. I've barely been able to keep my

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Supposedly, if you hang on to something long enough it will come back into style. With all the retro/vintage fashion waves that have been about recently I've been excited to see many 40s and 50s inspired looks. I've even liked some of the 60s fabrics and sometimes the 70s funk that has shown up. The one thing I dread. The thing that sparks convulsive twitching as I see it creeping back into

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Guy 1: So did you have a good time? Guy 2: According to reports, I had a blast. I've never seen the appeal of drinking yourself out of consciousness.

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So I've been doing some "spring semester" cleaning and ran across some things I had written long ago and just about forgot I had. This one I wrote in high school: I'm so tired of waiting Waiting to hear Your word Waiting to feel Your pow'r Waiting to see you move Where's Your perfect timing? Wouldn't now be good? Clearly life's not following my plan. Still I'm clinging to all Your promises '

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Yep, it snowed here in Blacksburg today. And actually stuck a little bit. That means today was a good day. And to start the semester off properly, a run-down of my course-load: Genetics: Not much to say on this one. Except my teacher is Turkish. Habitat Ecology: A study of habitat classifications. Most likely going to be my best class this semester. Statistics: No comment. Population

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Contrary to popular belief, I have not disappeared from the face of the earth. I'm back at school (have been for 30 hours perhaps) and will resume normal posting schedules shortly.

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It feels great to be done with the semester. Added to this is the knowledge that I absolutely rocked a couple of my exams (especially my history one) and the fact that my apartment is finally clean again (after a couple of crazy weeks). So I'm wandering around in a bit of euphoria right now. I end with a quote from my history prof. said during our exam: Great exams are never finished...

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Some pictures from my trip to West Virginia a few weeks ago.   I think this one is my favorite. 

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Wassailing, wassailing all over the town Our cup it is white, and our ale it is brown. Our cup it is made from the fine ashen tree, and so is our ale of the finest barley. The VT Nav Christmas party was Saturday. Among other things, I wound up taking some Wassail and it was a hit. While most people had never heard of wassail, or had heard the word (as in "here we go a-wassailing...") but had no

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1102970334800257192004-12-13T15:04:00.000-05:002004-12-13T15:38:54.800-05:00

This past weekend the VT Navs were visited by some people involved with the Navigator ministry in Japan. The country coordinator, the head-guy from Shizouka, a VT alum and friend who are ministering in Sendai and some students. It was really great getting to hang out with them, learn about what need there is and get an update on what God is doing in Japan. There was, of course, encouragement

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1102631894880606622004-12-09T17:30:00.000-05:002004-12-09T17:38:14.880-05:00

I do love Christmas, the whole Christmas season...It has something to do with all the traditions I've grown up with. Christmas is big in my family. It helps that my father never really grew up, I don't think my mom did either. Oh yeah, we have fun. Today was great. I got a 94 on my history paper. I may not be the best student, and I am nowhere near 4.0, but I know how to write a rocking

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1102597465121287102004-12-09T08:02:00.000-05:002004-12-13T12:58:23.756-05:00

I can't decide whether this disturbs me or not. UPDATE: Apparently some people were a tad more upset.

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1102532774886503212004-12-08T13:58:00.000-05:002004-12-08T14:06:14.886-05:00

10:10--Forest Ecology Class: work through 2 equations, bubble in teacher evaluation 11:00-1:00--Chill in coffee-shop working on laptop, sipping hot cocoa, and eating pumpkin cheesecake 1:00--meet with Prof and beg for one more point added to my grade 1:25--Technical Writing Class: eat pizza, lots of pizza 2:30--Law Class: eat candy and fill out teacher evalutation I do love the last days of the

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1102200719140532002004-12-04T17:50:00.000-05:002004-12-04T17:51:59.140-05:00

Was it just me or did the UM fan's "Let's go 'Canes" sound more like S.O.S. by the 4th? I don't think anyone was listening either way. GO HOKIES!!!

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to curl up in a comfy chair with a mug of tea and a good book and smell that wonderful mix of spices and old books; to get flour in my hair; to sit and cross-stitch while jazz standards drift from the radio; to play boardgames by lamplight; to use a cookie jar for what it is made for; to spend an evening in wool socks and warm conversation. That's not asking too much, is it?

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1101707810540008802004-11-29T00:37:00.000-05:002004-11-29T01:03:47.033-05:00

(No this is not about us schooling the 'hoos yesterday, although that would be a really great title for such a post.) I've been sitting here for the past few hours (I think the counter has just ticked past 7) drinking coffee from my John Deere mug and researching the 1933 Agricultural Adjustment Act. By the way, why is it called research when this is the first time I have seen any of this

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1101672984501040542004-11-28T15:13:00.000-05:002004-11-28T15:16:24.500-05:00

in the Holub household: Me: That's a hyphen, not a dash. Dad: What's the difference between a dash and a hyphen? Mom: About three years of college. I love my parents.

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There is beauty in a blank page. It sits there new, fresh, ready to be worked. It can become almost anything: a poem, a play, a psalm, a prayer. As it is, it is nothing, empty and waiting. Waiting for the pen to spill over. Thirsty for the blood, the tears, the perspiration that will give it life. Anticipating those markings that will forever keep it from just a plain piece of paper. It spurs

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1100554081921658432004-11-15T16:19:00.000-05:002004-11-15T16:28:01.920-05:00

This one from Shaun Groves: Worship is not a song. Worship is my response to God with all that I am to all that He is, all that He has done, is doing, and will do in me, through me, around me, and in spite of me, but it's not just a song. Worship is our response with all of our lives, everything that we've been given to all that God is. And so, if we come in here in this place and we raise our

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1100363091323508272004-11-13T11:11:00.000-05:002004-11-13T11:24:51.323-05:00

My, I've got some catching up to do. Apologies for how sparse it's been around here lately, I've been testing a hypothesis. Seems if I actually turn my computer off on ocassion, I don't waste nearly as much time obsesively checking emails and away messages. I do, however, manage to find other ways to waste my time. A run-down of recent happenings: Thanksgiving break is just about a week away

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1099869460669782872004-11-07T18:03:00.000-05:002004-11-07T18:17:40.670-05:00

Here's one you don't hear that often: I was talking to my brother the yesterday (he's been back from Iraq for a few months now) and he's hoping to get transferred to another unit so that he can go back to Iraq. Funny, the media makes it seem as though all the soldiers in Iraq are scrambling to get out. I really wish some people would learn that the military and civilian mentalities are really

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1098850528878877992004-10-27T01:01:00.000-04:002004-10-27T00:15:28.876-04:00

I am stressed. I don't remember the last time I was this stressed (I think it was in high school when I had a 30-something page paper that I hadn't really begun researching due in, like, 24 hours). Over the years, I have had so much stress for such long periods that I have gotten used to stress. So much so, that I don't even realize that I am stressed (or becoming stressed) until I am

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1098319361164012382004-10-20T20:41:00.000-04:002004-10-20T20:42:41.163-04:00

and the government shall be upon His shoulders Discuss.

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to let you know I haven't fallen off the edge of the world. I've been idle the past week or so. It seems that when I don't have an overwhelming amount of work to do, I don't get much done at all. I run of adrenaline so much that when I finally get a break, I swing into a state of absolute non-productfulness. What did I do last week? I knitted, I cross-stitched, I read some, I went on a baking

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1097552283810567012004-10-11T23:36:00.000-04:002004-10-11T23:38:03.810-04:00

I don't know that you fully understand how truly exciting that is for me.

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Usually, I'd be in class by now. But not this morning. This morning I get to finish the massive lab report I was up until 3 working on (and by then I had just managed to get all the data in Excel and only compiled five of what is so far 8 graphs). I am mad that I have to miss History for this. I am still frustrated with the data itself. It's quite a pain when you don't have the data set you

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1097093953909977382004-10-06T16:18:00.000-04:002004-10-06T16:19:13.910-04:00

Did anyone else learn the "Erie Canal" song in elementary school, or is that just an Upstate NY thing?

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1096691337477664092004-10-02T00:27:00.000-04:002004-10-02T00:30:04.556-04:00

I was complimented on my Lindy tonight. {grin}

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Watching the debate I noticed a key difference between the candidates. I'm not sure how many other people picked it up, but I am sure there is a reason for it (everything is planned out in politics). Did anybody else notice the difference in the water glasses that they used? Kerry's water glass had a stem and a base, it was almost a goblet. Fancy. Bush's didn't have a stem, it was tumbler style

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1095989978352740692004-09-28T00:37:00.000-04:002004-09-28T00:55:40.936-04:00

Maybe it's because it's tired and I'm rambling and I really should get in bed but just don't seem to want to. Maybe this is just a last ditch effort to make it into TSO's weekly pick (I made it twice upon a time). Maybe I'm tired of having all these ideas floating around in my head and need to get them out in some form or another.... I've been thinking a lot recently (there's the problem right

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1096346204146854352004-09-28T00:24:00.000-04:002004-09-28T00:36:44.146-04:00

I had this book when I was little called God I've gotta Talk to You, it came to mind the other day when I was praying. I don't really remember what the book was about--I think it was a collection of poems and prayers--but the title itself got me to thinking. First, how great is it to have such a relationship with someone that you don't just want to talk to them, you need to. It's not I want to

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1096340399920611872004-09-27T22:57:00.000-04:002004-09-27T22:59:59.920-04:00

No need for drugs tonight guys, we've got the section 404 exemption! And now back to the unbelievable amount of work I have left tonight.

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so my lab today consisted of our instructors driving us to the top of a mountain, handing us a compass, a map, and a bag of forestry tools and saying, "meet you at the bottom" i do love my major

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1095558206387307072004-09-18T21:20:00.000-04:002004-09-18T21:43:26.386-04:00

A friend of mine and her roommate came to swing for the first time last night. With them finally coming and myself getting back (I haven't been in a while) I was really excited. I was thrilled to help them learn, to watch as they learned on their own, and to re-learn things right along with them. As I was watching both of them having such a good time out on the floor I had one of those moments.

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1095553736291343452004-09-18T20:09:00.000-04:002004-09-18T20:28:56.293-04:00

Another great game day. The rain was nowhere to be seen. The sun even managed to make an appearance, allowing for me to get sunburn on half of my face....I think I should start rotating during timeouts.

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1095446426255116392004-09-17T14:37:00.000-04:002004-09-17T14:40:26.256-04:00

I was walking behind this guy on the way to class and he actually stopped to look at the flowers.

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1095260748731622972004-09-15T11:00:00.000-04:002004-09-15T11:05:48.730-04:00

Indeed, as in Vermont Yankee Nuclear Power Corp v. [NRDC]...the parties in this litigation have "changed positions as nimbly as if dancing a quadrille." Avoyelles Sportsmen's League, Inc. v. JohnO. MARSH, Jr., Secretary of the Army, et.al.

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1095049460232512372004-09-12T23:42:00.000-04:002004-09-13T00:24:20.233-04:00

I was thinking the other day (scary, huh?) about how I've placed so much of an emphasis on passion in my Walk. I've sought passion in my worship, prayed for a burning desire, wanted to see all consuming flames, the whole deal. I've decided I don't want passion anymore. Passion is often compared to a fire, a flame, anything that burns really. People want to see impact and change so they think

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1095046930318143912004-09-12T23:41:00.000-04:002004-09-12T23:42:10.316-04:00

Digital Dropbox rocks.

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1094947654876844802004-09-11T19:28:00.000-04:002004-09-11T20:07:34.876-04:00

Got up at eight this morning (this after getting in at 3:15am from "Girls' night") to make a pie for the guys. I, and some of the other girls in Navs, have a standing agreement with the guys in Navs that if they bring us fruit, it will be returned to them in baked-good form. I.E., the guys brought me apples, I made them apple pie. Now I wonder if they'll figure out that this goes for other main

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1094501459882941552004-09-06T16:09:00.000-04:002004-09-06T16:10:59.883-04:00

Sometimes I don't think I'll ever be used to being a girl, then I consider the alternative.

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T and I were supposed to meet with our bible study Discipleship Ministry Team for the first time tonight. Yeah, didn't happen. We were supposed to start with two girls in the group but neither of them came. So, we stopped by their rooms to check in on them and see if they were still interested or not. Turns out that one was working on homework and the other realized that she is going to have too

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1094091982152672992004-09-01T22:19:00.000-04:002004-09-01T22:26:22.153-04:00

If God meant for water to be frozen, we'd all be crystaline based. It's unnatural, except in a cocktail. --Shep

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I got a Classic Sinatra cd this weekend. It's been going pretty much non-stop since I got home. Hence why I'm behind on my reading for class. I'd much rather dance around the apartment. I also saw this disc set that was "The Best of the Rat Pack," or something like that. Alas, funds would not allow the acquisition. Oh well, one more thing to add to my Christmas list (oh yes, it's already open

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1093722480605550482004-08-28T15:46:00.002-04:002004-08-28T15:48:00.606-04:00

and that's about as cool as you can get.

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1093665729820710382004-08-27T23:54:00.000-04:002004-08-28T00:02:09.820-04:00

I'm exhausted. (I know, by the end of last semester I was still considering O'dark hundred an "early evening" but I've been reconfiguring my sleeping patterns all summer. Gimme a break.) Anyway, the only reason I'm up at my computer right now rather than being up in my bed... sinking into slumber.......under my nice, cozy blanket.........with my cushy, feather pillow................... Sorry.

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1093664968159448592004-08-27T23:30:00.000-04:002004-08-27T23:49:28.160-04:00

I could use some prayer. For discipline if nothing else. I've always had to struggle to reach goals and I have plenty I am working on for this semester. For one thing, my GPA is at a lifetime low. I've a 3.25 which is nothing to sneer at but, to me, is painful. Never have I let my academics slip so much as I did last semester. What kills most is that I know I could have done better. So this

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1093663749179164032004-08-27T23:14:00.000-04:002004-08-28T15:58:49.820-04:00

While I haven't the slightest idea of what I want to do with my Wildlife Science degree, I do know the where. I have this dream of an office with this marvelous wooden desk and one of those green-shaded desk lamps. I see the walls covered in bookcases filled with dusty books, specimens, collections from my travels. I see me traveling the world, or at least Europe and South America, but always

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1093494625667870592004-08-26T00:25:00.000-04:002004-08-26T00:30:25.666-04:00

A couple of quotes from my History textbook, American Agriculture: A Brief History: Agricultural histories that use this technique are invariably dull. canal building...must have been excruciatingly hard work You don't say.

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1093203042538687612004-08-22T15:14:00.000-04:002004-08-22T15:30:42.536-04:00

Well, not yet. Classes start tomorrow and right now I should be unpacking but I really hate putting clothes away so I'm stalling.... Anyway, a quick rundown of the academic challenges ahead this semester: Physical Geology--Shouldn't actually be that hard (except for the rocks). I'm only taking this because "they" decided to change the requirements for my major and now it is required. Technical

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1093181729973166472004-08-22T09:25:00.000-04:002004-08-22T09:35:29.973-04:00

Things that rock: - Cocoa puffs - Wireless internet - Having my own room this year - Being within walking distance of Carol Lee - The surround-sound my roommate's fiance just installed Things that don't: - My bed being about 3 inches too close to the ceiling (but that can be fixed) - That song that plays from 6:30 to 7:something every morning. It comes from the apartment downstairs, I think, and

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1092487766750647872004-08-14T08:40:00.000-04:002004-08-14T08:49:26.750-04:00

Well, with the difficulties my internet has been giving me (as in being completely out the past couple of days) and the probability that we will be losing power later today (what with Charlie headed for us and all), it is going to be rather unlikely that I will be able to post much (which shouldn't make that much of a stir since the amount of people actually visiting this site has bottomed out

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1092487213966022402004-08-13T23:15:00.000-04:002004-08-14T08:40:13.966-04:00

To the athletes seen tonight in the Parade of Nations, Olive wreaths are to be given to those who medal in the games. They are to be respected as a symbol of the original Olympics and a sign of achievement. Wearing self-crafted wreaths that you have not earned is disrespectful to those running the games, fellow athletes, and what the wreaths stand for. I would imagine that, at the ancient

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1092149751894158862004-08-10T10:46:00.000-04:002004-08-10T10:58:39.380-04:00

Continually having to [stop] becoming frustrated. Being [stop] -ped In the middle of each action [stop] I am [stop] -ped and sent to [stop] at the sign-in screen. (Oh look, I didn't have to [stop] . Nevermind.) [stop] That is if I am not [stop] -ped in the first place, not even being allowed to start, let alone [stop] a post. [stop] Hoping it will all [stop] soon. Yours, etc. ---E [stop]

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This weekend we (the summer interns and our coordinator) went to the shore. We stayed in Cape May at Julie's uncle's house...Julie has connections. It seems like she has a cousin for everything. Want some free dirt? Julie can find it. Want a great recipe? Hold on, she'll get her phone. Need directions to a sporting event in another town? She's got somebody who can get you there. Ok, enough of

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I think I've lost something somewhere along the way and I'm not exactly sure what it was. If I happen across it again, you'll be the first to know. For now I'll just keep on and hope that it shows up again. Really. There have been quite a few things lately that I've missed that I didn't know I had lost. Like when did I stop posting things that required any thought? Or when did I stop being so

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1090957203992373862004-07-27T15:34:00.000-04:002004-07-27T15:40:03.993-04:00

I love my bed. Really, I do. To the point where there has got to be some sort of psychological diagnosis for this sort of thing. My bed and I, we get along swell. First thing I do when I go up to my room at night is say "Hi bed." My housemate can attest to this.

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1090845740304155272004-07-26T08:29:00.000-04:002004-07-26T15:53:57.333-04:00

I could get used to this whole so-many-cultures-and-opportunities-at-your-fingertips thing. Saturday we went to a great little Korean market. I managed to find some rice milk (which I love) and white peaches (which aren't quite ripe yet but I can't wait to try).   The market was followed by dinner at a soft tofu soup place.  Korean food rocks.  Although I have a feeling that my number 3-medium

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1090499203208568522004-07-22T08:23:00.000-04:002004-07-22T08:26:43.210-04:00

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. --Kahlil Gibran-- Of course, I have no idea who Kahlil Gibran is/was, this was just on the e-card my mom sent me. I love my mommy.

Erikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09197770539475419140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368071.post-1090354093044210122004-07-20T16:07:00.000-04:002004-07-20T16:08:13.046-04:00

I'm not gonna and you can't make me.

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From the "truth is stranger than fiction" category: My brother is home safe from Iraq. Now he gets to clean up the mess that has been waiting for him. Seems his wife (who may not actually be his wife at all because she may not legally be divorced from one or more of her previous 3 husbands of whom my brother knew only of 1) went off her rocker (if she was ever on to begin with). Not that I

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