Three for Triss

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Triss, my sweet young friend from church, has tagged me for a meme. This one was tough, so I finally resorted to not thinking about it too hard and just jotting down the first three things that came to mind. Here goes...

Three of my favorite anythings:

~ Enough sleep.

~ A day at the local botanical gardens with a book, a blanket, a good friend, and thermos of hot tea and a really intriguing sandwich.

~ The farmer's market. Any farmer's market. All farmer's markets.


I tag Beatrice. Because she needs tagging. And Spuddy Buddy. Because anything that keeps him busy for a few minutes is okay with me. We won't bother tagging Fa at present, because she would likely say "1. Dan, 2. Dan, and 3. Dan." Not that there's anything wrong with that.

starbucks, take notes.

Bonnet tip to Susanne, who took this photo, and whose blog I stumbled onto whilst Googling for a recipe for chicken roasted with 40 cloves of garlic. Although I don't know Susanne and have never read her blog before, I figure anyone who likes garlic as much as I do AND frequents funky, artsy, locally owned coffee shops AND finds this sign as funny as I do... must be my kind of gal.

"How awful that the artist has become nothing but the after-dinner mint of society" – Samuel Barber

Very Important Announcement and some General Wooohoooo-ing

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Hello everyone!

First of all, isn't spring glorious? Everything is so beautiful here. Our spring has been late and a little slow, but now we're in the peak of it. I am trying my hardest to not get spring fever for a few more days until my final projects for school are finished!

I am very happy to report that Dan was hired earlier this week as a crew scheduler at Southwest Airlines, and will start work sometime in June. This is exactly what we hoped for, and we are so thankful to God for his graciousness and mercy in this. Many thanks to all of you who have been in prayer for us and this situation over the past few months.

With the job detail safely squared away, we have finally been able to set a date and move forward with our plans. We will be getting married on (drumroll, please) August 9th, at Tyler Primitive Baptist Church. Happy happy!

Now we're in the fun part, where we can just look forward to the wedding and enjoy it all without worrying about the practical difficulties working out. We've picked the apartment complex we're going to live in-- it's called The Celery Stalk, of all things. I think that is the most fantastic apartment name ever. It's in the perfect location-- less than ten minutes to school, and less than fifteen minutes to my family's house-- and, mercifully, has a quite attractive rent/square footage ratio. I'm out of school two weeks from tomorrow (wooooohoooooo! summer!), and after that we're going to get Dan moved here and hopefully get all the wedding planning done early enough that we aren't insanely insane through singing-school-and-church-meeting season. We actually secured a caterer earlier today-- it's a yummy little bakery where they make Exceedingly Yummy Cake. Yum.

It's all so exciting. Yay for summer and school ending and good jobs and Dan moving here and definite plans and getting married!

Hum.

q. shenaynay

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Let's say I were to suddenly appear from behind a gorsebush and say rather stuffily, "Ah! A mild spring zephyr!" How many of you would automatically think of Owl? Well, just so.

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Because it was in fact a mild spring zephyr that just blew our front door wide open. Just like that. I mean, I was sitting here rather Owlishly minding my very own business, keeping my adrenaline very much under proper control, dontchaknow, when suddenly the wind just invited itself in. Just like that. Blew open the door with both proverbial and literal gusto, as well as a flourishy swoosh of tiny green leaves. Announced itself downright Tiggerishly, I must say.

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And suddenly the atmosphere of the house was different, swirling as it was in fresh, green-smelling spring air. And tiny green leafy stuff that I will have to sweep up. Sometime. Maybe later. Because right now, I'm afraid I must do something about all this mild spring zephyrish air that is suddenly in my lungs.

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Hum. Hum ditty dum. Now I don't want to do anything today. My head is full of fluff and it won't proceedcake any further than thoughts of a blanket and a book and a sandwich.

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Whatever will I do about that?

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"You never can tell with bees."

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Hum for a Blustery Day

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Hum dum dum ditty dum

Hum dum dum

Oh the wind is lashing lustily

And the trees are thrashing thrustily

And the leaves are rustling gustily

So it's rather safe to say

That it seems that it may turn out to be

It feels that it will undoubtedly

It looks like a rather blustery day, today

It sounds that it may turn out to be

Feels that it will undoubtedly

Looks like a rather blustery day today.

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Winnie-ther-Pooh

(okay, it was actually A.A. Milne.)

600!

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This is our 600th Beehive post!

Whaddyathink, should we go for 1000?
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happy happy happy stuff

If this doesn't make you terminally happy, you're a hopeless case.

Zoei sings The Lord's Prayer




and Amazing Grace

on pecking the shell

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"He never talked vague, idealistic gas. When He said, 'Be perfect,' He meant it. He meant that we must go in for the full treatment. It is hard; but the sort of compromise we are all hankering after is harder - in fact, it is impossible. It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad."

~C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity, (1952)

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i give up.

q. shenaynay

Spuddy Buddy got a bit rattled during his math lesson today and couldn't get his mouth to work with his brain.

me: So read the story problem and think carefully. Is this going to be addition or subtraction?

SB: Attraction.

me (rephrasing): Are you adding or subtracting?

SB: I'm addicting.

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no foolin'

q. shenaynay


April Fool's Day has been cancelled this year. All inhabitants of the hive may relax, sleep soundly and well, and wake up in absolutely no fear nor dread tomorrow morning.





Really, you can. I mean it.
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UPDATE 4/1: Okay, wise guys, green orange juice? I really don't need to know WHO did it, but I am a little concerned about HOW it was done. Eeew.

hmm.

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“We want comfort for being losers rather than forgiveness for being sinners because forgiveness brings in its train the demand for change.”

~Doug Wilson

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this week's milestone

Hear ye, hear ye:
Beatrice is, as of this very day, legal behind the wheel of a moving motor vehicle.

(Which is where she is right this minute. In the rain. In rush hour.)

::deep breath::

(Yes, that makes two drivers the Beehive has released out into the wilds in less than a year. Yes, we're glad that's over.)

Anyway... Congratulations, Beatrice! You made it through Great Scot's Gruesome School of Driving, and I am happy to have such a charming and amiable chauffeur at my beck and call. Oh, come now, surely you knew that's what getting your license was all about?