No I’m not. I’m totally not.

Wednesdays are the worst this semester. They make me very complainy. Do you know what makes me less complainy? Knowing that my dad is coming to visit in a couple weeks and we’re going to pretend we are rich at The Broadmoor! The Broadmoor is the most beautimous hotel in all the world/Colorado Springs. It’s very fancy and gorgeous and way more sophisticated than we are. We are going to eat brunch in here. I will smuggle you some crepes.

Ok, y’all, let’s just calm down and have a moment of silence. Please show some respect. Jack, the Ingalls’ trusty bulldog … has died. He was such a good dog and always trotted faithfully under the wagon — from Wisconsin, to Indian Territory, to Minnesota. He protected the family, and he swam an overflowing creek in order to stick with them, and he helped herd cattle, and he was always there to greet Laura when she got home from school.

I may or may have cried the other night when he died, you guys. It was emotional. I don’t even like animals.

Speaking of emotions, I love Parenthood! I felt so sad for one couple and so happy for another one last night. I mean, Zoe and Julia killed me. But then Crosby and Jasmine made me feel all better. Also, I felt mostly just perplexed when it came to Sarah and Mark. What is their deal? They’re going to have a baby and then run off to New York right quick and pretend Sarah doesn’t have two other children and that Mark doesn’t have a creeper mustache? Is that their plan? Maybe they just want to hang out with the Hasidic Jews too.

So Lent starts today. Is anyone observing it this year? I’ve done it for the past few years, and it’s always a good learning experience for me. I like this season. There’s Lent and Passover and Easter Sunday. What I’m trying to focus in on for my thesis is the ways God asked his people to remember what he’d done through the holidays that he commanded. He didn’t just tell them to remember, he gave them celebrations and things to do, build, eat, not eat as ways of reminding them of his goodness. For some holidays you blow trumpets, and for others you eat unleavened bread or bitter herbs. Sometimes you fast and other times you eat and eat. These tangible things that God commanded are interesting to me. I like that God gives us ways to remember him. For me, Lent is one of those ways. I won’t talk a ton about it here, but I did blog about it over on Boundless this week if you want to learn more.

OK, I’ve got to go be crabby to everyone because it is Wednesday. See you tomorrow!


Fat Tuesday Recovery

March 9, 2011

Woop woop! (I don’t know.)

So did anyone do anything wild and crazy for Fat Tuesday? Did you party it up New Orleans style? I’m still recovering from my Fat Tuesday (although, unfortunately, pretty much every Tuesday (and Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, etc.) is fat for me). That’s right folks — my friends and I spent the evening watching Biggest Loser, eating Panera, and watching videos of tiny, darling paleontologists on Ellen. Still recovering. We did drink some wine, though, so there. And, who knows, it’s quite possible that I may have accidentally flashed one of the howling coyotes who spy on me in my apartment. Wild and crazy times.

My friend Diana is from Louisiana, and apparently they have the tradition of making a King Cake on Fat Tuesday. I guess after you bake it, you’re supposed to put a tiny baby Jesus figurine in the cake, and whoever gets the piece of cake with the doll in it has to provide the cake for next year’s party. How about someone just volunteers to make the cake instead of everyone facing the possibility of choking to death on a plastic Jesus?

King Cake that we did not eat.

Also, we thought about making a King Cake, but then Diana’s mom sent her a recipe, and it involved yeast and rising and things that are too complicated for those of us who enjoy spending our Fat Tuesdays wearing sweatpants and sipping wine while watching videos of Ellen showing us useless iPhone apps. So, no King Cake and fewer choking hazards for us.

I went to an Ash Wednesday service at school today. (My friend Courtney pointed out that there are actually way more than 40 days until Easter this year. Anyone know why Lent started today?) I had never been to an Ash Wednesday service, but I definitely appreciated it. I was reminded that Lent isn’t about punishing yourself or trying to work your way to God’s favor and forgiveness, but it’s a chance for us to notice some things in our lives that we might be depending on more than God (Facebook, TV, etc.). I was also reminded that I am simply flesh and bones — to dust I shall return. There is nothing in me — absolutely nothing — that is able to resist or defeat death. It is only through Jesus — whose victory over sin and death is great cause for celebration — that I am able to have eternal life. He is the only one powerful enough to take away death’s sting! Amen!

OK, I should be going. I was thinking of telling you about how Jaci emails me all the time as she watches Friday Night Lights and, because they film in Austin where she lives, tells me about how they filmed that scene a few blocks away, or how she gets to go eat at all the restaurants featured in the show, or how Tim Riggins basically lives in her dining room. And it is so sad that we got on the FNL bandwagon way too late because now the show is over and there is no chance for us to go stalk Tim Riggins while he is filming literally right next to Jaci’s house, because I’m sure he and Coach Taylor and Landry really would have loved our company, you guys! But I won’t tell you that story because probably most of you don’t even watch Friday Night Lights so that would be boring to you. Therefore, I will spare you. You are welcome.


It is cold here and I am over it. I am ready for spring and heat and butterflies and also, gumdrops. And never having to scrape my car window again. Also, this fall, my mom sent me some info about combining vinegar and water in a bottle and spraying it on your windshield at night so that it won’t be icy in the morning. What a good idea, right?!

Also, guess who is apparently too depravenly (I just made that word up) lazy to put a bottle of vinegar/water in her car? And who also curses the ice when she has to slide around scraping it off her car in the morning when she is late for school?

OK, time to move on, yes? This subject has gotten boring. And too third person-y.

So I rented three movies this weekend. I decided to go to the Blockbuster nearest to my house because I rarely rent movies, and I hadn’t been to Blockbuster in ages, and I certainly hadn’t been to Blockbuster since I moved to Denver, so I figured it would be nice to start a good rapport with my friendly, neighborhood Blockbuster staff. SO, I drove on over to rent some movies, and naturally, they are closing the store forever this week. The entire place was pretty much packed, and the movies were placed haphazardly on the shelves, because obviously there’s no need to organize your movies when the store is closing.

They let me rent anyway, though, so that was good. I went to Blockbuster with the purpose of renting some movies I’d been wanting to see for awhile. I keep wanting to watch 8 Mile again (pretty much ever since that Superbowl commercial aired), and I really want to see Parenthood, since one of my fave shows is based on that movie. Somehow, though, I managed to forget all about those movies I’d been planning to rent for literal months.

Instead, I got The Secret Life of Bees (which I didn’t even end up watching) and Friday Night Lights (the movie, which I had actually been wanting to see. It was kind of a waste, though, because I just kept comparing it to the show, and it is nowhere near as good, especially because Billy Bob Thornton does not make for a good, loving Coach Taylor. He never once said “Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose!” One redeeming quality — same director, so the filming felt familiar. Oh, and another one, both the actors who play Tami Taylor and Buddy Garrity were in it, so that made me happy.)

Oh, and I also rented X-Men Origins: Wolverine. Really, Denise? Really? My only excuse is that I don’t hate the X-Men movies, and ALSO, Taylor Kitsch is in it, and who can resist the call of Tim Riggins even if he is playing a gambling mutant from New Orleans? No one, I tell you. Not one person can resist.

No one.

So, after I learned about how old Logan became the turmoiled Wolverine, I figured that I am a failure at movie renting and should probably not attempt it again for quite awhile. Which shouldn’t be a problem, since the store has closed.

Please let’s move on — this post gets more boring with every letter.

So, Lent starts on Wednesday. Is anyone giving anything up? Last year I did 40 Days of Water, which was really cool — I haven’t settled on anything yet for this year. Any suggestions?

I like Lent. I know it’s not a biblically mandated holiday, but I like the idea of taking time to remember what Jesus has done and to be aware of the coming observation of His death and the celebration of His resurrection. Because the date of Easter changes each year, I feel like it’s a holiday that can sneak up on me without much thought or preparation. But Jesus’ death and resurrection is the foundation of the Christian faith, so I like Lent because it gets me thinking about Jesus’ sacrifice ahead of time. I also really like doing a Passover Seder each year — again because it allows me to stop, remember what God has done, and really focus on His sacrifice and victory over sin.

OK, I need to stop and remember all of the freelance and homework I have to do. Sweet day, friends.