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Agatha_Christie
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Name: Lydia, Lyd & Lydiot
Birthday: 5/27/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: History, Latin, Reading, Journaling, TaeKwonDo, Violin, History, Fiddling, Celtic, Irish, Scottish Music..
Occupation: School
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MSN: agatha_christie27@hotmail.com
Member Since:
6/27/2005
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| Yesterday was just another day but certain details of it keep going through my head.
In the morning I was getting ready for work and Nat came by my room and seeing me dressed in work clothes asked in a terrified tone, "you're not going to work today?"
"why?" I questioned back curious as to why he would be so concerned.
Then he completely changed his expression and said, "Lydia, you look really really bad...I mean, you still look really sick and I don't think you should go!"
Feeling suspicious of his reaction and all I said defensively, "I feel fine...why don't you want me to go?"
"Because," he said mournfully, "if you leave with Dad and Gabe then Seth and I will be home alone all day!"
"Nathanael!," I said laughing, "don't be such a baby. The amount of times you've had to stay home alone in your life I don't think you can complain."
At the job I did finishing wood work on the inside of the windows which I really enjoy doing because it's a rather engrossing job. The only bad part about it is people's blasted curtains. There's nothing wrong with curtains, I guess..I mean, many times they look really nice and when you live in town they're pretty essential. But I have the worst luck with them. Whenever I go on job sites I'm almost always inside and thus always have to deal with them. You would think that since I am a girl I would have natural talent at taking care of such a thing but no...They always end up inside out and backwards when I hang them up and I sometimes have had to redo them 2-4 times. It's quite humiliating especially if the homeowner is around. I always love it when I've just hung up a 9 foot valance thingamajig and to be standing just beneath it and to have the whole thing come streaking down and try to take a few layers of my face.
One thing I do not understand is how I, who love and advocate organization, am always finding myself in a whirlwind of an impending disaster. It's sortof an organized disaster though. Like last night. I got home from work at 5:00 and mom and girls were supposed to be home from Wisconsin in a short while and I knew we'd need dinner. Magically enough I had made bread the day before and I knew I had already cut and boiled chicken the in the freezer so I thought chicken a-la king would be a quick easy and filling answer. Fast forward 30 minutes. The chicken a-la king is simmering away on the stove, the bread is toasting in the oven and needs to be flipped if it's not to burn, the mixer is at full speed beating something up for which a timer is beeping, water is filling at the faucet for drinking...and mom got home and all the girls came bursting through the door excited to be home and from there trip screaming hi and trying to give hugs and suddenly it struck me that there must be a better approach to such things...so I guess I need to work on that one.
Well, I'm in medies res...so I'd better go. I just had that urge to write and so did.
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| I have come back.
To deliver a message or rather a complaint.
I am not completely ungrateful however since one point shines very brightly. That is that you only have to have your wisdom teeth removed once in your life. If it were more than that than life might not be worth living.
So maybe I have been a huge baby about this thing but when my aunt tells me that she hardly swelled at all and went to a party the night she had it done I can't help being envious.
I had them pulled Friday morning, started to go into shock from the surgery Friday afternoon (okay, so that sorta was the highlight of the day since I've never had anything happen to me like that before), Saturday swelled to an enormous extent so that I could neither open nor shut my mouth all the way and was in severe pain, Sunday I felt sufficiently better but was still pretty swollen...my biggest mistake was talking too much at church because the rest of the day could hardly open my mouth at all. Today, I woke up in a lot pain but the swelling had gone down a lot, but I've felt ghastly all day. My mouth isn't bothering me near as much as feeling sick everywhere else...I feel like one does after you have the flu. I feel nauseated when eat and when I don't...worse afterwards. Every kind of food sounds gross but I have to eat to take my pain pills...my diet has mostly been jello, pudding, yogurt, malt-o-meal and some creamed vegetable soup. I don't think I want to eat jello again for at least 3 years. I always detested baby food and now I feel like that's all I've eaten for 4 days...to think about chewing something sounds like an enormous luxury.
So besides being in pain and feeling ill I have slept...partly because the pain pills make me sleepy and when I eat I feel nauseated which makes me sleepy and partly as it is one thing that makes me unconscious of the pain.
Today I got rather sickened by my own laziness and uselessness for the last several days. I got up around 8:30 because I needed to do some stuff in the office pretty badly, I worked out there for just over an hour and came in feeling horrible. Dad insisted that I eat something and since the idea of eating soup in the morning was absolutely gagging I promised him I'd eat some malt-o-meal...I did and swallowed some tea and felt so dizzy and all that I went and laid down. It felt like half an hour later and my dad came in...so I sat up and asked the time...I had been sleeping for almost 4 hours!
The rest of the afternoon I spent outside for a little while, heating up dinner for Dad and the boys and doing something a little more useful...the ironing and of course sleeping more.
I am mainly disappointed at how slowly I am recovering. I definitely expected to be over it by today and the fact that I'm not is very crushing. It is especially difficult not to overdue things when your mind is active and you're not physically capable of working much.
I do have to give credit to my dad and Seth for there amazing nursing skills and for giving orders even when I didn't feel like listening to them. I mean it is rather devastating to have your 11 and 13 year old brothers tell you to go back to bed. Seth was a very caring cook...I only wish I could have shown how grateful I was by eating more of his food.
Tomorrow I plan on being in a better mood than I was today...feeling better would definitely make that task easier. I don't think I can pass another day like the last four.
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| I keep being asked why I haven't deleted my xanga account since xanga is "dead". I just can't yet...I haven't the heart to do that...I'm not exactly sure why but I feel for it. Maybe it's just the memory of what it used to be that I cling to, I'm not entirely sure.
Tuesday night I received a paper from my Master Instructor at Tae Kwon Do telling me everything I need to know for my black belt test. In one sense it's paralyzing just because I have to know everything thourghly but in another it's not too freaky because it's all stuff I've been through and been training for. I'm worried most about one steps and kicking...I need to know 30 one steps and 40 kicking combinations. I'm really excited about it though...however I don't have a test date yet.
I'm sitting in an enormous disaster of books. Which appear to have no organization whatsoever. I'm working on that part but it's hard to put them in good categories that make sense and also knowing where to draw the line of "adult" and "childrens" books.
I've found a stack of books that I want/need to read during this whole process though.
Lord of the Flies - William Golding
The Scarlet Pimpernel - Baroness Orczy (my mother is horrified I haven't read this yet)
Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoevsky
Because They Hate - Brigitte Gabriel
A Grief Observed - C. S. Lewis
Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
Czars - Duffy & Ricci
Quo Vadis? - Henryk Sienkiewicz (that is the correct spelling but don't ask for a pronunciation)
Memoir of Pierre Toussaint - Hannah Lee
C.S. Lewis Through the Shadowlands - Brian Sibley
Postmodern Times - Gene Edward Veith (I like this guys style of writing a lot)
Masterpieces of Art - William Casey
Eye of the Storm - Pvt. Robert Knox Sneden ( A Civil War Odyssey)
I just realized that there is really no consistency of era/type/ or style in that list but I'm not to concerned about that right now since I'm reading them for my own pleasure and interest.
Anyway, I have to get hopping on these bookshelves.
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| For everything there is a season,
And a time for every matter under heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 | | |
| Dad: He's been pretty busy being just that. He keeps us all on our toes around here...between the business, the garden, yard work and all he keeps rather occupied. The latest is working on a zip line in the woods...a rather interesting process. I just finished scrubbing all the coffee stains off his desk so he must be feeling pretty normal.
Mom: the word "ambitious" always comes to mind when I think of her. Somehow she keeps everyone on track and manages more projects than I would dare to attempt at once..and this added to her motherly art of multi-tasking/hearing/doing makes her a real heroine.
Gabe: Considering the state he left to work this evening I hardly know what to say (he was in a scrambling hurry)...except perhaps that I tease him far too much...
Havilah: Well, besides her new hobby of running my life…still daily shocks our family…I don’t know why…we just keep forgetting that she was adopted and that naturally she will be “different” than the rest of us. And she is probably going to think of murder after she reads this. Not sure why…but she’s always coming up with curious connections like that.
Seth: Is completely another story. He always is coming up with new ideas and plans for himself and other people—if he thinks they’re in need of them. He’s buried in Lord of the Rings. Again.
Nathanael: Our most beloved. (Beginning to sound like Rudyard Kipling, “O Most beloved” I love that story) Came in second place along with Seth at their tournament on Friday. He had some amazing hits and we’re proud of how their team did this year.
Mary: I hardly know what that child does with her time. I believe she’s been listening to a lot of books on tape, which is probably why I don’t seem to see her very often. She’s exuberant about the zip line and being the 2nd person to dare attempt a crossing.
Magdalena Grace: Rides her bike and swims a lot.
Esther: we begin to wonder where the child came from. She sings to her self all day long…often a word that she hears in passing conversation…today it was “anxious”. Her favorite thing to do in the vehicle is sing a particular tune to which she has added her own lyrics, “You are so wonderful and beautiful and CUTE!” A big breath more lines of such nature and then she often adds, “and Heartless!” Needless to say, none of us dare explain what that word means.
Talitha: is a munchkin. Today she was sitting at my mom’s desk and when told to get down she said pertly, “No, I’m da mother.” Which probably gives a fairly accurate idea of what we deal with.
I almost forgot myself. I hardly know what to say. My dad would sum up my life as “a vacationer…coach class isn’t good enough for me, and I never pay any attention to him any more.
To this part of this I don’t have too much to say for myself. I was gone on vacation for 5 days over the 4th, I’m going to a play both this week and next week and to Chicago with Havilah for several days next week. I’m rather in shock myself. I dabble in books when I have time…so yes, I admit this month I have been and will be absurdly lazy.
Of those siblings that are long lost to ND I can’t say much except that they live and move and breath once in a while. They panic when we don’t answer our phones one afternoon in a year but I’ll forgive them for that, I guess.
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