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You know it’s bad when the only place you can find rest is in a bathroom stall or the elevator; literally. It’s hard to find a resting place around here.
Also when wearing a large name tag you might look like you know more then the average joe and when in an elevator full of people you become an information/map quest center. I just keep telling people that they don’t let me out very much and I know nothing, which is mostly true.
Confession of the Day:
I struggle with my facial expressions, I have rolled my eyes countless times today (and for the last two days). I have such a hard time containing how frustrated/disgusted/aggravated/ disappointed I am.
So I need your help, if your at the onething conference and you catch me with a nasty look on my face just grab me and give a slap on the face.
Thanks.
1st day of setup is done, I’m in PJs, wearing an icy hot patch, sipping airborne, after just downing my Mucinex D and slipping gel sport in soles into my tennis shoes.
It was an awesome day filled with success and fun. Including the onething gasoline dance preformed at the shell next to the Uhaul. We finished in record time and with little debacle. I’m not even kidding, it was like a dream.
I predict good things for tomorrow. It’s going to be a fabulous onething.
Most of you have not met my brother. He has made a debut on my blog this weekend. One of the traits of our relationship, is me annoying him endlessly and childishly. This is a photo shoot that demonstrates perfectly our relationship.
Kris, Stop
No Really, Kristen I’m not joking, stop (It is at this point he’s thinking about smacking me)
Kris, stop it, I’m serious (it is at this point he closes his eyes hoping I’ll disappear)
Kris, this is ridiculous (it is at this point he’s so angry he begins to laugh)
Kris, no really, I’m not kidding, it’s not funny, STOP IT (he begins to come towards me)
I can’t believe you are acting like such a child, really Kris, stop
I’m taking the camera from you, you are SO annoying
Every Christmas has a theme in my family. There is generally one issue/topic that follows the whole family through the holiday event.
This year our theme is wifi wikipedia. Every time we have a thought/idea/question we whip out our laptops and wikipedia/google it. It is the beauty of wifi and wikipedia combined with some intellectual thinking. I have created a list of things we have wikipedia’d/googled
They are as follows
carrie nation
cat nip
population of Egypt during the pyramids
yucca mountains nuclear plant
do fish sleep?
Munchhausen’s Syndrome
the 60’s – what made hippies hip
our birthdays
belton, MO
radon
toxicity of house plants
high school year books
configuration spinning wheel
antibiotic dosing for intestinal infections in felines
bottle refunds
toxicity of fabric softeners in septic systems
history of Christmas
Double boilers
Is MO a battle state?
This is how the Anderson’s have a freakish amount of trivial and diverse knowledge. We will talk about anything and we will argue anything, and when we reach impasse we will look it up on the Internet.
We are tenacious about knowing crap.
More tomorrow.
Live from the couch.
Grandma scooping out chocolate chip goodness.
Mark giving a holiday salute
David stealing Christmas music from the internet
Dad all hopped up on sugar
The Christmas tree, in all it’s splendorLive from the Couch, on Christmas Eve.
Live from the couch
We’re watching the Bears game (Go Chicago). We’re eating oranges and a Swedish cheese called Bundst. We’re talking about the 60’s revolution and America’s impetus to change. We have gifts left to buy and wrap. We’re trying to stay hungry in anticipation of Jack Stack’s tonight. We have cookies to bake, and my Aunt Marge’s Sour Cream Cake left to make.
onething is just around the river bend. This of course means that I’m trying not to think about it, but find myself unable to escape. Two days of set-up (26th and 27th) followed up by four days of healthy work. By far the 26th and the 27th is the most work, once we have hit the afternoon on the 28th it’s all pretty easy.
I, in the same spirit of Mr. Bohlender, will be blogging live from all things Christmas and all things onething.
get on your gel in-soles kids, we’re approaching the gauntlet.
There are only about two hours till I say good-bye to pre-onething life, and say hello to my Christmas life/impending onething life.
If you’d like to volunteer at the onething, this is me recruiting you. Just do it!!
I’m a lurker. I lurk.
Some of you are saying, “ummm no, you’re not.” But I am, my friends I am, in a very specific context. I lurk on debate forums, both the onething forums and a few other theology forums. I never post anything I just “lurk”. I actually find this to be an incredible way to study. I did a whole thing on Zechariah this way a while back. Super compelling.
At any rate in my lurking I found this today and am literally blown away. David Sliker has always been one of my favorite people, but even more so after reading this debate thread. He is clear and kind and has an above par understanding of the scripture (this is me being modest for his sake).
This particular thread is in relation to the blaspheming of the Holy Spirit. It makes for a very fun read. It’s not a long thread, but it is worth reading in it’s entirety.
I encourage you all: become a lurker.
It’s Friday.
I limped into my office today, grumpy and feeling poorly. I’ve already taken 9 Advil today and it’s not 10AM yet.
As I opened my office door, there was a big vase full of roses. There is only one other person with a key to my office so I knew immediately who it was… dearest Alicia, one of my best friends and great assistant/buyer.
There was also a beautiful Christmas card which was more like a letter. It made me cry. It’s hard to describe how it feels when someone really sees you, doesn’t just compliment you or pat you on the back but really sees you and what your worth. I find myself surround by friends who really see me these days, and that’s such a big blessing.
PS – she said that I was one who would remain till the very end (biggest compliment ever)
