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Sacred Salvage: 03.2008
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Ruthlessly rescued and inexplicably loved. My brain is swirling madly between college basketball (none of the colleges I attended mind you), actual college projects, taxes (oh how I hate them), wild work moments, and gastrointestinal extravaganzas. I want to see either KU or UNC win (I have to pull for my girl's team too). So needless to say, it will be tough to choose who to cheer for on Saturday. So, best wishes to everyone else with their March Madness. Hopefully all here in our household will win.
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Sacred Salvage: March Madness
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Ruthlessly rescued and inexplicably loved. My brain is swirling madly between college basketball (none of the colleges I attended mind you), actual college projects, taxes (oh how I hate them), wild work moments, and gastrointestinal extravaganzas. I want to see either KU or UNC win (I have to pull for my girl's team too). So needless to say, it will be tough to choose who to cheer for on Saturday. So, best wishes to everyone else with their March Madness. Hopefully all here in our household will win.
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Sacred Salvage: When I swallow, my throat screams at me
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Ruthlessly rescued and inexplicably loved. When I swallow, my throat screams at me. This winter has not been terribly fun. It wants to hang around far too long. There may be snow tomorrow. It's almost the middle of April. I want green! If that is not enough, I have gotten sick twice in one winter. That adds to this complaining session. Currently, my throat is raw and feels like I have been swallowing brillo pads. Seriously, aren't you supposed to grow out of this stuff? Are you alive here? In His Hands -...
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Sacred Salvage: 02.2008
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Ruthlessly rescued and inexplicably loved. Three Strikes in One Day. Today has not been a good day. I received three "thanks for trying" responses on three of the jobs I applied for. What I want: one job in community or economic development that pays enough to live on and will provide an opportunity to use my education and grow in my experience. seems pretty clear, or so I thought. At this point, I giving Kansas City until the summer to redeem itself. Otherwise I am going to hunt elsewhere. The more I le...
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Sacred Salvage: 09.2007
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Ruthlessly rescued and inexplicably loved. Meaningless or Precious - a bike marks the spot. Says the Teacher. "Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.". What does man gain from all his labor at which he toils under the sun? Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever. The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises. The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course. This is something new"? Now all ha...
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Sacred Salvage: Gotta Love Spring
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Ruthlessly rescued and inexplicably loved. Spring is coming. Today the weather seems to be confused about that fact. The high today is 76, tomorrow 31. seriously, what? Alas, there were no video crews to capture my feat of grace. Today, my ham is more tender than normal. Everything seems to be functioning, so that's good. I may have a little skateboarding pycho in my genes some where, because I plan to keep biking. though I may wait until the ice melts to go again. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Sacred Salvage: 10.2007
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Ruthlessly rescued and inexplicably loved. In honor of my favorite imaginary friend and Bill Watterson's fantastic stories. Trumpity, trump, trump and the normacles. As a believer, I agree that God has the right and ability to. Demonstrate his love or power over creation any way He chooses. I believe and have witnessed a handful of events that I can only att. Ribute to supernatural intervention. Thus, my belief in this would squarely place me in the Spirit-filled, Charismatic, Pentecostal camp. I am not ...
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Sacred Salvage: 04.2008
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Ruthlessly rescued and inexplicably loved. When I swallow, my throat screams at me. This winter has not been terribly fun. It wants to hang around far too long. There may be snow tomorrow. It's almost the middle of April. I want green! If that is not enough, I have gotten sick twice in one winter. That adds to this complaining session. Currently, my throat is raw and feels like I have been swallowing brillo pads. Seriously, aren't you supposed to grow out of this stuff? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Tall S...
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Sacred Salvage: 07.2008
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Ruthlessly rescued and inexplicably loved. Where the H E Double Hockey Sticks Have I Been. Well, I would like to say that I am definitely back on the blogging boat, but I am still feeling out my commitment level. Here's the deal. Some time early this year I found myself stuck in a job I was highly unhappy with. It was stressful, difficult, and my fuel for far too much complaining off the job. So, work is not a good place to catch up on my blogging. So the world is spared from my ramblings. Sarah has been...
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Sacred Salvage: 11.2007
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Ruthlessly rescued and inexplicably loved. Blinded by the ease of finding purpose in our task, we knew not what it was to give and see no connection to sustaining beauty, the vibrancy of giving our life for life. Having left the garden kissed by the terrestrial curse, mechanically we cog in this elaborate production - to imagine, there was a time when it was unknown to feel pointless, superfluous, obligatory, or accidental. Round and Round We Go. Completed first year of marriage. This past Tuesday I was ...
