the long way of saying we got rid of our domino's boxes and sold curriculum books

we are slowly freeing ourselves from the shackles of oppression. with each passing day we regain more of our own personalities and ideas.

we are survivors. many did not survive, but fell to the wayside with minds full of distant unreality. pride. they were and are like the christians who claim, "i am saved." they are deluded and lead their lives as if the work were done, as if they were already safe in heaven with nothing left to do but to contemplate our God. yet they forget that our God created us with a rational and eternal soul, but also with an earthly body.

HE said, "faith AND works."

many remember their earthly bodies just long enough to give into drunkness and sloth, then drift back into their comfortable slumber of delusion. they are "philosophers" and the "chosen ones." it is OK not to have life goals, to get one philosophy degree upon another, and to bounce from one small, low-paying teaching position to another. just keep philosophizing and you're like unto God.

but we are survivors. narrowly escaping brainwashing is a harrowing experience.  we have goals again, and each day we come closer to achieving them. as we achieve each goal, we discern our next. we desire to change the world by action and example, by blood, sweat, and tears. works are the expression of faith. so we pray to and plead with our God, that we never lose our faith. as long as we have faith, our works are a prayer. we shun drunkness and sloth, and strive for humility. and clear-headedness.

i don't really believe that peter sits in a fluffy bathrobe next to pearly gates, but when we meet the realistic equivalent i intend to have a better answer than, "i spent my life thinking."

while my husband was in the kitchen, stabbing a stubbornly-unopenable can of juice, i discovered that setting dried lavender aflame makes a studio apartment reek like pot for a long period of time...

yet another "Who KNEW?!" fact.

"If it burns on the way in, it burns on the way out," has proven itself to be true yet again, thanks to nomikkh and her favorite Chinese restaurant.

After the Chinese food, we drove through a snowstorm to a bar that served hot toddies.

I have visited Hungary three times and never even learned how to say "Hello,"...

an interesting conversation...

To: sale-23839XXXX@craigslist.org
Date: Fri, 24 Nov 2006 22:09:01 -0800 (PST)
Subject: Futon 4 sale

Hi there,

I hope you still have this for sale, I live in V______r. My son would one of these for christmas and this is perfect.My only questions are is it clean? You can reach me by email or phone number is XXX-XXX-XXXX

Thanks
-Shannon

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Hi Shannon,

The bunkbed is still available. As the ad says, the mattress was only slept on for 4 months. I bought the futon mattress used, but it is a very nice bed. The cover seems new. Except for the 4 months that I used the bed, it has been sitting unused in a guest room. The paint job on the frame is fairly new, and I think I even have the paint so you could do some last-minute, pre-Christmas touch-ups if necessary!

Would you like to see it tomorrow? We are available anytime after 10am.
Thank you,
E__a XXX-XXX-XXXX cell

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I am sorry nevernind I was told no becuz my boy would cause havic and this is prolly true. thanks anyway.

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I think Shannon meant, "My questions are 'Will your brain prolly never recover becuz of the havic my spelling has wreaked on it?'"

hmmm...

yet another reason to move to budapest...

new friend

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