Some people shouldn't be allowed unsupervised access to computers
I think I am one of these people sometimes. Really, homesick frustrated blogging is like drunk dialing without the alcohol. Usually.
Good news: our water was turned back on this morning. It does smell like lake, but it's ON. I woke up around 3:30 a.m. and just lay there, waiting to hear the pipes start squeaking and the faucet we'd intentionally left on start trickling. When this did happen around 4:45, I leaped out of bed and took a shower in case it got turned off again before my alarm was supposed to go off.
I tried to go back to sleep for a bit once I got out of the shower but as I was freezing cold (no hot water yet-the tank hadn't filled) I just sort of huddled under the covers and shut my eyes.
I am not very awake today, but I am NOT complaining because I got to shower in my own house and not at school, and our dishes and laundry can get washed. (And not by me, which is one more reason not to complain.)
This morning during devotions there was super-upbeat Maranatha-style praise music blaring when I walked into the room. On the overhead projector were the lyrics so we could sing along. Goody! I did notice, though, that at the bottom of the song sheet was the music license, for some company called Praisetown.
I wonder how one gets to Praisetown. I'm guessing one hops a ride on the Fantasy Love Train (I blogged about this fabulous piece of music before) and, after a short trip through Awesomeville, arrives at Jesus Junction.
That's just a guess, though. I think I just annoyed myself.
Also, thanks to a season five episode of Scrubs I watched last night, I've had the Bel Biv Devoe song "Poison" going through my head all day. It's...it's great.
It's drivin' me out of my mind...
Good news: our water was turned back on this morning. It does smell like lake, but it's ON. I woke up around 3:30 a.m. and just lay there, waiting to hear the pipes start squeaking and the faucet we'd intentionally left on start trickling. When this did happen around 4:45, I leaped out of bed and took a shower in case it got turned off again before my alarm was supposed to go off.
I tried to go back to sleep for a bit once I got out of the shower but as I was freezing cold (no hot water yet-the tank hadn't filled) I just sort of huddled under the covers and shut my eyes.
I am not very awake today, but I am NOT complaining because I got to shower in my own house and not at school, and our dishes and laundry can get washed. (And not by me, which is one more reason not to complain.)
This morning during devotions there was super-upbeat Maranatha-style praise music blaring when I walked into the room. On the overhead projector were the lyrics so we could sing along. Goody! I did notice, though, that at the bottom of the song sheet was the music license, for some company called Praisetown.
I wonder how one gets to Praisetown. I'm guessing one hops a ride on the Fantasy Love Train (I blogged about this fabulous piece of music before) and, after a short trip through Awesomeville, arrives at Jesus Junction.
That's just a guess, though. I think I just annoyed myself.
Also, thanks to a season five episode of Scrubs I watched last night, I've had the Bel Biv Devoe song "Poison" going through my head all day. It's...it's great.
It's drivin' me out of my mind...
posted by Erin @ 10:23 PM
2 Comments:
At Sunday, September 24, 2006 11:35:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
Sounds like things are down and dumpy there.....but since you have water in the toliet at least, not so dumpy..HA! Some mature toliet humor for you.
Is there anything you need? Like, some funny dvd's on loan or something?
let us know, oh, and I'm a fantastic pen pal, so let me know if you are up for that. We could have a funniest card contest. : ) Nine more months.....take comfort in the fact that I am here in the states and I am having a hard time because there are so many church activities and all I want to do is hide in a closet where NO ONE can talk to me and ask me how the move is going. DIE!!!!! There are days where I love being a pastors wife, and then there are days where I just want to run away and kidnap Ryan and force him to be a business man or something where I don't have to small talk all the time.
Okay, you probably don't feel better.
Life sucks this week!
At Monday, September 25, 2006 2:40:00 AM,
Erin said…
I just realized I could've somehow made reference to Funkytown in my tirade about crappy praise music. Dang. What a lost opportunity. Oh well, next time!
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