The Hidden Imam

You have to see this.

This is the shiite mosque that was distroyed this morning in Iraq. The mosque had been there since 944. The dome was built 101 years ago using 72,000 gold pieces. I don't know much about muslims, admitedly, but I do know that this is terribly, terribly sad for so many reasons. At least 130 people have died so far because of this.

Cold Lunch

Centenary closed for half a day today because of "freezing rain." By the way, unless we have four feet of snow and a nuclear crisis, in Colorado, school does not close. We are all wusses, and I have become one too.

Also by the way, I'd rather be a wuss from inside my warm bed than be a winter badass from under a snow drift.

Geriatric Tim

Yesterday was Tim's birthday. If you didn't tell him 'happy birthday' it's not too late! If you didn't make fun of him last night when he was in a hilariously good mood, it's still never too late to make fun of him.

There were a lot of really awesome people at the TKE house for Wednesday Night Special, old people, mostly.

It was a group sing-along kind of night, which is, I suppose, the best kind of party you could have for Tim's birthday.





And in unrelated news: Emily's South Park character is creepy in its resemblance.

I'm done with the South Park thing. I promise.

Shake Hands With Beef

Oh yeah, and go here to make a South Park You. OMG.

Since I made me, I went a little crazy. I really wanted to make one of my stepdad and then I decided to everyone, but had to stop after two hours... Anyway, here's the final cut:






Mom and Jed, since they actually live closest to South Park, get precidence. You can't see Jed's braid, but there's a chainsaw and that's all that matters. Mother is shocked because she knows you need a councilor.


This is Kacie. Clearly. She's normal. Thanks be to God.







Sarah pillages like a mad bandit.

And this is Tim, singing for the choir.










And these are my FAVORITE. This is my dad by day, playing Beatles music for bunnies and children,
and my dad by night, slaying evil doers with his liberal sword of justice (also for the bunnies and the children).

Super Cerebral Battleship of POWER

This is us winning $400 in the College Bowl tournament. Bring it.

I believe in this photo Kacie is racking in 15 points with: "Vince Lombardi"



Or maybe Patrick is buzzing in: "Ford's Theater"

Perhaps it's Erin's brilliant: "Abigail Adams"

But then, it could have been me with the clincher: "6."

















Oh yes, bring it 'til your brain muscles hurt.

A Ticket to Ride

This will probably come as a shock to you whether or not you know that I have no driver's license (and feel nauseated at the thought of getting one)...

This is the kind of stuff other people get censured for writing about in their blogs, but damn, I'm proud o' myself.

I drove to the gas station, put gas in the car, went to the grocery store, bought a truck full of breakfast cereals (the most humorous foods of all), and drove home. Alone.

It took me two and a half hours to convince myself that I was not only capable of driving the car, but capable of doing so without getting arrested/killing someone and thereby labeling myself permanently as a) completely hopeless and b) Tim's Delinquent Car-Wrecking Girlfriend, hopeless.

After all, I'm not really the "law-breaking type," and I think if I got caught driving Tim's car without a license the most logical reaction I would have been able to come up with would be to start eating my shoe and tell the police officer I stole the keys and was just out for a leisurely suicidal rampage, WAAAAHHHHHHH, just so that Tim didn't somehow get into trouble. Funny how I'd rather have someone think I was suicidal than think I was knowingly breaking the law. (I'm all for civil disobedience, I just happen to think that Driver's Licenses are brilliant and amazing, and that the drinking age should be eighteen and the driving age 35.)

This is not the kind of stress most people associate with driving. However, I think after this bold triumph in exerting my independence I will stick to eating my shoes in the comfort of my own home, or passenger seat, at least until I can get a real driver's permit again.

And before you mock me, remember when you were fifteen and three-quarters and your parents made you pick up a gallon of milk by yourself--and be glad I'm not a driver.


And anyway, praise be to Mazda, that patron saint of cars, I did quite well.

Other than that it rained all day and there is no excuse for this crappy weather. Not even homemade soup with cannifoli redeems the wind and rain together.

Geometry=Love

Oh yes, there will be one of these in my tree house:

http://www.2loop.com/3drooms.html