I am, I said...a very exciting person
My cat is on the back of the couch snoring in my ear, I've been in pajamas for the last eight hours straight and right now, asI type, Neil Diamond is singing on Oprah.
Of course we get Oprah in Indonesia. She's Oprah. She's everywhere.
The Oprah episodes we get are a little old (this one's from Martin Luther King Day) but that's OK. Neil started out with America and is ending with a hyped-up version of Sweet Caroline. The audience is singing along wildly, noisy bar style, and it's kind of making me think of Cute Piano Guy's dead-on Neil impression at the Big Bang. Good times.
Wednesday evening we piled a bunch of stuff and the Hansons in the car and drove the three hours down to our regular little beach resort, The Ocean Queen, near Pelabuhan Ratu. We had Thursday off because it was Indonesia's independence day and because it would be incredibly dumb to expect kids to show up on a Friday after a holiday we had that day off, too. We have tomorrow off for a Muslim holiday. I don't know which one, I only hope it doesn't involve our many area mosques yelling extra-loud at the break of day.
We were scheduled to come back tomorrow late morning, but I woke up at about 3 a.m. today with a horrendous cold/flu/sinus attack. Our headmaster and his wife were heading out to come back early, around 7 a.m., so I hitched a ride back with them so no one had to cut their vacation short.
The ride back was nice; I very much enjoyed chatting with the two of them. The two and a half hours of John Tesh-esque Maranatha praise music playing on the car stereo was a far cry from the loud sing-along we had going in the car with the Hansons on the way down, but I was doped up on Dramamine so I dozed for a good part of the way back. (I was awake, however, for what may be my least favorite praise song ever, possibly one of my least favorite songs in general: "Yes, Lord, Yes, Lord, Yes Yes Lord!" Profound!)
My traveling companions, while happy to get their God on anytime, anywhere, are very understanding that not everybody has the same worship style preferences. This makes the singing and clapping acceptable-they're happy doing their own thing and letting others do theirs. I like these new people, I really do.
Anyway, so here I sit, listening to the nice medley of Neil Diamond and cat snores, sniffling like a madwoman. "Good times never been so good."
Of course we get Oprah in Indonesia. She's Oprah. She's everywhere.
The Oprah episodes we get are a little old (this one's from Martin Luther King Day) but that's OK. Neil started out with America and is ending with a hyped-up version of Sweet Caroline. The audience is singing along wildly, noisy bar style, and it's kind of making me think of Cute Piano Guy's dead-on Neil impression at the Big Bang. Good times.
Wednesday evening we piled a bunch of stuff and the Hansons in the car and drove the three hours down to our regular little beach resort, The Ocean Queen, near Pelabuhan Ratu. We had Thursday off because it was Indonesia's independence day and because it would be incredibly dumb to expect kids to show up on a Friday after a holiday we had that day off, too. We have tomorrow off for a Muslim holiday. I don't know which one, I only hope it doesn't involve our many area mosques yelling extra-loud at the break of day.
We were scheduled to come back tomorrow late morning, but I woke up at about 3 a.m. today with a horrendous cold/flu/sinus attack. Our headmaster and his wife were heading out to come back early, around 7 a.m., so I hitched a ride back with them so no one had to cut their vacation short.
The ride back was nice; I very much enjoyed chatting with the two of them. The two and a half hours of John Tesh-esque Maranatha praise music playing on the car stereo was a far cry from the loud sing-along we had going in the car with the Hansons on the way down, but I was doped up on Dramamine so I dozed for a good part of the way back. (I was awake, however, for what may be my least favorite praise song ever, possibly one of my least favorite songs in general: "Yes, Lord, Yes, Lord, Yes Yes Lord!" Profound!)
My traveling companions, while happy to get their God on anytime, anywhere, are very understanding that not everybody has the same worship style preferences. This makes the singing and clapping acceptable-they're happy doing their own thing and letting others do theirs. I like these new people, I really do.
Anyway, so here I sit, listening to the nice medley of Neil Diamond and cat snores, sniffling like a madwoman. "Good times never been so good."
posted by Erin @ 7:39 AM
3 Comments:
At Tuesday, August 22, 2006 12:16:00 PM,
Lauren said…
i know exactly which praise song you're talking about and it's only second to "the happy song" in the list of most annoying praise songs. if you don't know "the happy song," first count yourself lucky but then picture many squirrels on crack hopping about and poking you with sharp acorns. yes, it is that bad.
At Tuesday, August 22, 2006 8:34:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
Is it wrong that Lauren's comment kind of makes me want to hear the happy song? I think I may be a masochist.
At Wednesday, August 23, 2006 2:08:00 AM,
Erin said…
Just you wait. When I move home in June, I'll sing you guys the "Love Train Fantasy" song we sang in staff chapel last year. If I'm feeling particularly mean, I'll also sing you the "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, keeps me singin' as I go!" and the "Jesus in the morning, laughing, running, skipping, praying" (or something like that) songs we have to sing in the morning sometimes. No, I'm not making any of this up. Oh that I were.
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