the candid files

Each of you is – and will be until the day you die – filled with a thousand heresies. Walk humbly. – unknown professor to a group of seminary students

We ought to purpose ourselves towards this end: to become in this life the most perfect worshipper of God we can possible be (since that is what we hope to be throughout all eternity). – Brother Lawrence

For many years, I was bothered by the thought that I was a failure at prayer. Then one day, I realized I would always be a failure at prayer; and I’ve gotten along much better ever since. – Brother Lawrence

Kiss: an application for a better position. – Jeff Rovin

No one will ever win the battle of the sexes; there’s too much fraternizing with the enemy. – Henry Kissinger

I know God will not give me anything I can’t handle. I just wish that He didn’t trust me so much. – Mother Teresa

I want to be all used up when I die. – George Bernard Shaw

If you drink from a bottle marked “poison”, it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later. – Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll

Any fool can make something complex; it takes a genius to make something simple. – Pete Seeger

The most-honored ancestors of your matriarch besmirched the season of the orange blossom. – Nick Backay, describing what baseball trash talk sounds like in Japan.

In times like these, it helps to recall that there have always been times like these. – Paul Harvey

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world. – Anne Frank

No matter how old you are, there’s always something good to look forward to. – Lynn Johnston

Things are going to get worse before they get worse. – Lily Tomlin

Whether you think that you can or that you can’t, you are usually right. – Henry Ford

He was a bold man that first eat an oyster – Jonathan Swift

Who was the guy who first looked at a cow and said, “I think I’ll drink whatever comes out of these things when I squeeze ‘em!?” – Calvin, of Calvin and Hobbes

Never drink Diet Coke. Diet Coke is for fat people. – Paris Hilton

Never miss a good chance to shut up. – Will Rogers

Always read stuff that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it. – P.J. O’Rourke

God is dead. – Nietzche, 1885

Nietzche is dead. – God, 1900

Life is far too important a thing to ever talk seriously about. – Oscar Wilde

We learn from history that we learn nothing from history. – George Bernard Shaw

My philosophy? Life is this beautiful buffet, but you get just one trip through the line, and only one plate. And there’s no room on my plate for green Jell-O. – Daniel Liebert

Life is a shipwreck, but we most not forget to sing in the lifeboats. – Voltaire

Every man is guilty of all the good he didn’t do. – Voltaire, again

I am a slow walker, but I never walk back. – Abraham Lincoln

There are two kinds of people: those who say to God, “Thy will be done”, and those to whom God says, “All right then, have it your way.” – C. S. Lewis

The real trick is to stay alive as long as you live. – Ann Landers

Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy – meditate on these things. – Apostle Paul, Philippians 4:8

So yeah….I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.
I didn’t sleep last night because I couldn’t breathe, and I couldn’t breathe because my nose is all full of snot, and my nose is now sore because kleenex isn’t as soft as it looks.
You know how when you’re sick with a cold, and you’re tired, your eyes and lips feel all itchy and huge, but you can’t fix it? I feel dried out, like I can’t possible get enough water into me.
Gross.
Anyway, I’m going to do my best to get to Bible Study tonight. It’s just a cold, after all. I wash my hands a million times a day anyway, so here’s hoping no one catches it.

Oh, as a side note, Peter and I figured out yesterday that between the two of us, counting up aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents we have 125 close relatives. (including some of our cousins’ other halves, and a few who won’t be born for another few months.) Isn’t that disgusting???

It’s Friday!!!
I have a bunch of things I should really do, like housework, and cleaning up my breakfast, and studying at least a little. But I have the house to myself and well – it’s almost hard to be motivated when you’re alone and no one’s around to nag you. I just want to take advantage of the peace.

Last night I took one step closer to becoming a Vander Klippe woman – I made trifle. Stephen and Maria Vander Klippe, Peter’s cousin and cousin-in-law, invited us over for dinner. I brought dessert, and strangely I just decided to make trifle. Trifle is not a VandenHaak OR Lodder dessert. My family has always gone by the credo “the chocolaty-er the better”. Trifle is most definitely a Vander Klippe thing. I had never even tried trifle until one day at Peter’s. And his Aunt Linda makes legendary trifle every Christmas. (we stole it…and ate half of it…and then hid the evidence, and then got in trouble.) and now…I have made trifle! Without following a recipe, even. pudding, cake, jam, whipped cream, and berries.
Man, I feel like a woman.

I think it must be programmed into our DNA, as women…that domestic gene just won’t give up. Even though we’re trained to be competent, intelligent, educated workers in the world, there’s nothing that really makes me as giddy as making a dessert and having Peter’s eyes light up to think that he’ll probably still be eating good food once he marries me. Because we all know how very important food is to men…I’ve heard Peter come up with pure poetry describing the way a certain alfredo dish tasted.

Anyway dinner last night was a lot of fun. Peter has a date for the Auto Show this year (and it’s NOT me…he’s going with Stephen, and we couldn’t be happier all the way around).

I would just like to announce to the world that I’m going to marry Peter Vander Klippe. And I’m going to feed him well.

Just felt like saying that – now have a nice day!

So, like, a day after I was making fun of Ryan for his complete LACK of organizational skills, yesterday happened.
Ryan, Cassy, Peter, and I went shopping last night for something for the eightie’s dinner. I’m not entirely sure what the heck i’m going to look like, but I have a weird idea in my head.
So anyway Peter and I were talking on Wednesday, and we decided he would come over for supper on Thursday, he’d just come straight from school. I know he has a tutoring class that he teaches on Thursdays somewhere around like noon. He said he’d just come from school, and he said he’d be here around 4-4:15. I was like “what…” but then I just figured he had something else to do at school in the afternoon, so that’s why he’d be home that late. It was fine with me, because I’m usually not home from school until a little past 4 anyway. Anyway I was killing time at school, and then I heard (yay for MSN) that Laura was sick and had no way home from school until after five. Since I was already in Hamilton, and going home, I decided to go pick her up. It took a little longer than I expected, so I wasn’t home until 4:40 or something. Sure enough…Peter was already there. I walked in, looking all sheepish for being late, and asked him how long he’d been there. He gave me this look that very clearly said “you had better be very nice to me for the rest of this day” and said he’d been there since about 3 o’clock.

oops. yeah, so apparently I can’t organize either. On top of that, we were supposed to make supper, and I hadn’t taken anything out of the freezer or baked a loaf of bread like I said I was going to.
double oops.

Oh well, we had fun. And I thought that chicken, beans and corn, and mashed potatoes was a fairly good meal. It’s why they invented microwaves. Yuck.

Somebody please smile at me.

Soooo….I just wanted to anounce that guys have it WAY easier at Valentine’s than girls. All they have to do is pick out a card, and buy flowers or chocolate, and how can the little woman really complain?? but men…what the heck do you get the guy?
Ok, sure, a card. I buy Peter cards pretty often…but ok, for Valentine’s he gets another one. A gift, though…I bought him flowers once. Well a flower once…for his birthday…as a joke. I just don’t think he’d really appreciate another. And chocolate: not exactly sex in a box for guys.
Oh well, I’ll think of something.

Since my young people group is a little bit confused about the whole valentine’s thing, (and almost the whole board is single) the event we traditionally hold on valentine’s is a dinner. A travel dinner. But not like a romantic dinner, oh no…it’s a DRESS UP dinner. And by dress up I don’t mean fancy clothes. I mean…well last year I went as Goldilocks. This year the theme is the ’80’s. And so far, my costume is stupid. We had an absolute brainwave when we got Peter’s outfit together though. He’s hilarious.

Anyway if anyone has a really good idea on how to dress up as a teenager from the ’80s, do let me know. Because I don’t think I’ll fit into anything I wore back then.

have a nice day!
oh, and in case anyone’s wondering, I wrote my paper on epididymitis. I didn’t have to say penis once.

and no, this post has nothing to do with anyone I know.

I have to write on that. A “male disorder”. This is not the problem, the problem is that every time we write up on a disease or disorder, we have to read it out loud to the class. Now I really don’t think I’m very prudish…i mean here, I’ll say it…PENIS. But I don’t really want to read a paper on, say, testicles, to the class.

blegh. Talking about women is one thing…not a big deal. blah blah blah vagina.

On the plus side I heard a really funny joke today, although it was a little gross and there’s no way I’m writing it here.

well anyway this was fairly pointless.
ttyl
Candice