tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-274368622024-03-07T15:15:43.882-05:00where the wild things abide sometimesThis is Maggie's ancient, mostly dead (but still slightly alive!) blog. Peruse the archives at your own risk; they contain more than a little teenage nonsense.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.comBlogger357125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-35424099773309965772013-01-06T22:26:00.001-05:002013-01-06T22:26:27.172-05:00Robin did most of the work. But I was the incredible genius behind it.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I brought you the ocean!Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-41896664356338507442012-10-17T19:35:00.000-04:002012-10-17T19:35:12.225-04:00My new name is Rawrgaret.Title doesn't have to do with post. I just wanted to let you know that.<br />
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Chapel today. Speaker was talking about his six-year-old daughter having an accepting-Jesus-as-personal-savior experience (not sure what to call it when it's not baptism), and how that was great and all, but we're too old for that "cutesy gospel." Our gospel, apparently, is Luke 9:23, taking up our crosses and following Christ.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-33133119944945222392012-07-27T00:36:00.000-04:002012-07-27T00:36:03.709-04:00The Importance of Being PreparedHalfway through Act I, our first performance with an audience... <br />
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Me: *sitting in the green room*<br />
Aria: *rushing in* I found Margaret! Let's go!<br />
Me: What?<br />
Aria: Sean's pants ripped.<br />
Sean: *out of sight*<br />
Aria: You've got all of Agony and It Takes Two. There's thread in Jen's purse—<br />
Me: I got some. *runs to room to fetch said thread, needle, and scissors, then to Sean's dressing room, where he has changed*<br />
Sean's pants: *foot-long tear right in the back*<br />
Me: *whipstitch with purple thread, because that's what was already on my needle*<br />
Sean and me: *awkward chatting*<br />
Me: Done!<br />
Everyone, for the rest of the day: Yayyyyy Margaret!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Sean plays Jack, one of the main characters. He wears the same pants for the entire show, so he didn't even have another option to change into, besides, like, modern jeans.</span>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-17421123467659832972012-07-24T21:48:00.002-04:002012-07-24T21:52:57.924-04:00The mouth of a wolf's not the end of the world!Also, updates, not that you don't know them all already but rather just as a log to keep track of things:<br />
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<li>Got the part of Little Red Riding Hood's Granny in Into the Woods... another post or two on that later, if I collect my thoughts.</li>
<li>Working at Kroger.</li>
<li>Parents in Africa for the summer, me living alone for 6 weeks. </li>
<li>Cyprian born, best thing ever.</li>
<li>Car accident, not the worst thing ever (but still, would not repeat).</li>
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I think that's all the big stuff.<br />
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ETA: Also, 19? I guess?Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-74216371074192003212012-07-24T21:41:00.001-04:002012-07-24T21:41:10.644-04:00with grace in your heart and flowers in your hairSo as always I've got at least half a dozen blog posts I could be writing, but recently I actually visited this page and realized what the current post was… I think the fact that I didn't remember it at all is even more pathetic than the way it only lasted a day and a half. Anyway, I really need to update things, and I also wanted to wax for a while about Sigh No More by Mumford & Sons.<br />
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I was not optimistic about it. I'd picked it up at the library on a whim and was trying it out while sewing, as background music, but I don't do well with background music. If I don't already know it, and I'm not paying attention to it, it just doesn't work.<br />
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It turned out to be perfect. I listened to the disc several times in a row, and not because it was good casual listening—it was music that held my attention without my trying.<br />
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The general sound of the whole thing: The music is lovely, and has a strong style without each song sounding the same. What I also noticed is their impeccable technique. If anybody has ever doubted the importance of enunciation, direct them to these songs. Just hearing the way they hold the vowel as long as possible before saying the consonant (words "heart" and "meat-eater" come to mind) is enough to make me sigh contentedly, and you may notice how easy it is to understand everything they're saying. And then sometimes they take a look at how the rules are supposed to work, and say, "Nope, we can do better." Just the phrase "with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair" was enough to make me love them for eternity. The way they pause in the middle of 'flowers' somehow holds so much personality it conveys so much more than the words alone.<br />
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I start catching these amazing little phrases, even without context:<br />
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Love it will not betray you/Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free/Be more like the man you were made to be//There is a design, an alignment, a cry/Of my heart to see/The beauty of love as it was made to be</blockquote>
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I won't let you choke/On the noose around your neck</blockquote>
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And my head told my heart/Let love grow/But my heart told my head/This time no, this time no</blockquote>
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It seems that all my bridges have been burnt/But you say that's exactly how this grace thing works</blockquote>
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Can you lie next to her/And give her your heart/Your heart, as well as your body/And can you lie next to her/And confess your love/Your love, as well as your folly/And can you kneel before the king/And say I'm clean, I'm clean</blockquote>
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If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could have won</blockquote>
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Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all/But lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall</blockquote>
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Awake my soul/For you were made to meet your maker</blockquote>
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Death is just so full, and man so small/I'm scared of what's behind, and what's before</blockquote>
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But there will come a time you'll see/With no more tears/And love will not break your heart/But dismiss your fears/Get over your hill and see, what you find there/With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair</blockquote>
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I can't help singing along with much of it. My favorites right now are The Cave, Roll Away Your Stone, White Blank Page, Dust Bowl Dance, and After the Storm.<br />
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Finally, I've been listening to it frequently for the past 3 weeks, and I am definitely not tired of it. The only complaint—track 7, Little Lion Man. "Little sisters" of mine, do not listen to that song. It is not shy on swearing. (I don't have the authority to tell anybody else not to, but I might just say that really, it's not something we need.)<br />
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Okay, well, I can't think anymore. I think this was coherent, even if I skipped over some of the amazing parts I don't know how to describe. I know not everybody who reads my blog will like this music, but really I'm just secretly hoping Marcus Mumford et all are going to read this and ask me to record a song with them. (Answer: yes, always.)Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-65004482351296277642012-05-01T23:51:00.001-04:002012-05-03T00:08:49.780-04:00NoWriMo – MayOkay, so I'm going to use this post to chronicle this month's progress in novel-writing. Hopefully the publicity of it will be an incentive to do well. <br />
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<b>May the First:</b> 1678 words. It's a murder mystery based on Cinderella. Today's excerpt:<br />
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Once upon a time a man was murdered.</blockquote>
Okay, so today was pretty bad prose-wise. I think that's why I got so frustrated last night and why I wrote barely minimum for the day. I think my plot is working out alright but maybe I just got out of the habit of writing prose like this. I dunno. Anyway, not entirely dreading tomorrow.<br />
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<b>May the Second:</b> 2324 total. I think May is not the right time to be able to focus. I just got out of school and the weather is just starting to let me take walks again. Prose still dull as dirt:<br />
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"Did you know that I have been invited to three balls this year and could not attend a single one because of my fatal lack of a proper ball gown?" Her dresses were all taken from the closet and strewn across her bed and floor.<br />
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"I'm sorry," said Eviri quietly.<br />
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"Don't be." Dell smiled cockily. "The gentlemen who invited me were idiots anyway, and will invite me again."</blockquote>
Plot didn't go anywhere, but I'm figuring out more of where it will go, if I ever make myself get there. Hopes are not high, which are not helping. Oh yes, and my characters are all named randomly because I decided it's too complicated trying to research names from a single era and area, and find ones that I like. Never mind that there's also magic.<br />
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Anyway, I don't really care, which is probably the worst of it.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-63470503554426797822012-04-27T00:15:00.000-04:002012-04-27T00:15:04.107-04:00Teal paisley tights, rhythm, and candy-coloured lights.Also, Scribblers. A writing group of Bethel people. I pretty well enjoy hanging out with them, so that's good. Proof: I read them a short story tonight, and you guys (might) know I don't do that much. (Ethan, Robin-- it's the Santa one. They laughed.)Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-17231834963005084102012-04-22T04:14:00.002-04:002012-04-22T04:14:50.027-04:00This would be a perfect time to use my habitual song-lyrics-that-hardly-relate, but I got nothing.I miss Little Women. Objectively it might not be my favorite show (in writing or music) but there is something about being in a musical, even with just a small part. Something in the combination of story and music and people you are kind of forced to be friends with (because, short of knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll, surviving wet tech together is pretty much the best way to forge a bond).<br />
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Then, last night (at the Earl Awards, Bethel's theatre award ceremony), I missed having the nerve to just sit next to some of those people because we were working together or because we had a joke that made no sense or because we were too tired to care. Now it's just those people I did stuff with once. I don't know. It feels awkward now, and I don't know if that's just me.<br />
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Anyway, it's now one of my life-goals to be in a musical with actual friends.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-53863310535640095972012-04-16T23:15:00.002-04:002012-04-16T23:44:27.771-04:00Fame for Despina who shows the way!<ol><li>I auditioned for and got into The Collegians, a show choir at Bethel. I'm excited because (watch out, meta-list): a) it's an opportunity to actually sing in ensemble songs (which I love) without being in the entire musical (which is a huge commitment and, for me, a rare opportunity); b) it's something I'll be learning from for at least an entire school year; c) as I am now a vocal performance major, I really should do stuff like this; d) getting some dance experience will no doubt be invaluable when I do audition for musicals; and e) the other people in the choir are some that I actually get along with, so maybe it is progress on having friends?<br /></li><li>Vati asked me to be in his chamber opera next fall. It's called Così fan tutte (Women Are Like That), it's by Mozart, and it's Vati's own translation and abridgement (so that it can be done without a chorus and in two hours instead of three). I play Despina, the maid. It's one of the smaller parts but none of the parts are actually small, and if you know the story you'll probably agree that it's the best part.<br /></li><li>If I enjoy eating animal crackers more when they're mini, even when they taste exactly the same as regular, am I secretly a bad person?</li><li>Today's chapel was, besides the initial prayer, entirely the giving-out of awards. In the introduction, they said it was because (quoting from memory) "here at Bethel we want to integrate chapel/faith/something with learning or whatever." Okay, I probably paraphrased that more than a little bit, but my point is that they think that replacing worship with something secular is the way to live a Christian life. I can't pretend I missed singing praise songs this morning, but it's just so backwards.<br /></li></ol>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-28310144980053590952012-03-26T11:14:00.002-04:002012-03-26T11:41:45.013-04:00Wie gerne einmal spazieren gehn!Here is the message I gleaned from today's chapel: The second birth Jesus spoke of to Nicodemus (John 3) was not baptism but when it feels like you have the Holy Spirit in you. Furthermore, that causes you to be inherently good. If you still have a bent toward sinning, you cannot be assured in your salvation.<br /><br />Angry face.<br /><br />In other news, Steel Magnolias was a good show and trying to help with strike when one is wearing a dress is idiotic.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-28624504882163282272012-02-22T14:41:00.004-05:002012-02-23T20:14:27.824-05:00Angiol mio caro, non mi lasciar.Before anything else: Sita had surgery yesterday for her urinary reflux problem. Minor surgery, but general anesthesia. Everything went well but she still has to wear a catheter until tomorrow morning.<br /><br />Okay, anyway.<br />Performing makes me think existentially. (At least, I think it's existentialism I mean. If not, whoops. I'm too lazy to check.) In Little Women, for instance, it always struck me in the middle of Weekly Volcano Press, when I'm looking at Becki, singing a story, pretending I'm in my forties and I own a boarding house and she's the daughter of my friend and the governess of my daughters and she's talking, not singing, and meanwhile a bunch of other people are playing the characters in her story; not just a fair maiden and an evil aristocrat and a tired knight and all, but a hag and a troll and a swamp. (Yes, a swamp.) I have to pretend that they are what I see and hear in my head as I watch Becki and listen to her telling the story. Add the mics and costumes and make-up and lights and set and props and dialects and the way we never turn our backs to the audience, and suddenly all I can think is, "This is ridiculous. Why do humans respond to this?"<br /><br />But today in performance class I sang Il Sospiro, and even though it's in Italian (which I do not speak) and tells a completely fictional story, my thoughts were more along the lines of "I am sharing this because it is beautiful music, and singing it to the audience is more personal than pulling up a YouTube of it, even if the YouTube wouldn't shake so much."<br /><br />And that is why I am not a theatre major; I may know it's amazing and everything, but when it frightens me, I abandon that thought.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">This was written up very quickly between classes. Let's hope I said everything the way I meant, because I'm (again) too lazy to do any more work on it.</span>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-77924070466614420962011-12-27T20:57:00.002-05:002011-12-27T21:02:38.570-05:00Wait.I was gonna say something. Um.<br /><br />I dreamed Vati turned evil (like Hitler, despite his well-known case of disagreeing with Hitler) and took over HT and the next conference was obligatory (mandatory? wait, I can't decide) and oppressive and dystopic and everything was wrong, and some MHers and I had to take it down from the inside like the D. A.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-1815230032640844392011-10-20T13:46:00.004-04:002011-10-20T14:04:18.067-04:00Diligence: a fate I would hate.Firstly and most importantly: Sam(my(-Wammy( the Lamby))) is <span style="font-style: italic;">adorable</span>. (And <span style="font-style: italic;">healthy</span>.) I will even take a picture from facebook to prove it:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWPb0pGP3iBlkYAHP6rnS_2KFJZZ5rFo6HFtmVvJBFuvm-6nkUa4wvQ5MOwKOSjZkb560nRqzceCXfOHaiFBoQ3GJRufdbsSxfQR1yPZrEhGSaINkyKh9tAzO5l6shd38_7WDA/s1600/Sammyface.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWPb0pGP3iBlkYAHP6rnS_2KFJZZ5rFo6HFtmVvJBFuvm-6nkUa4wvQ5MOwKOSjZkb560nRqzceCXfOHaiFBoQ3GJRufdbsSxfQR1yPZrEhGSaINkyKh9tAzO5l6shd38_7WDA/s400/Sammyface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665634136212667506" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Awwwwwwwwww. Little newborns and their silly faces.</span><br />He was born opening night of Camelot.<br /><br />Speaking! of shows and whatnot! I got a part in Bethel's spring musical, Little Women. I = Mrs. Kirk. I have <span style="font-style: italic;">lines</span>, guys. And, like, my own part in a duet or trio or something. Maybe. Actually maybe it's me and Professor Bhaer on on part and Jo on the other... oh, well, anyway, I'm excited. Hopefully I'll come back to this thing (blog) after rehearsals start and let you know what my part actually is. I read the script, but I didn't retain a whole lot. :P<br /><br />Ummmmmmmmm. So it's cold and stuff.<br /><br />In the not-wackily-happy section, I'm bored. D:Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-4562061669564760072011-07-20T00:32:00.003-04:002011-07-20T01:09:10.095-04:00Today's thoughts.Jesus came off my crucifix. It seems like less of a statement now.<br /><br />There's something I really like about the image of a fiery windmill.<br /><br />I miss my sandwich.<br /><br />Nat was looking for a bottle of cologne that had been one of his wedding presents. I had an urge to call it and just follow the ringing to find it.<br /><br />I don't think I will ever not wear this petticoat again. It's the best thing since blue.<br /><br />IT IS SO HOT HERE.<br /><br />I didn't realize when I auditioned how much innuendo is in Camelot. Oops...<br /><br />I made my blog private so I could complain about Bethel without any of them seeing, but it occurs to me that probably no one cares.<br /><br />I'm cleaning! ... my e-mail inbox. I'm doing well, though. I got it from the 1800's yesterdayish to the 1400's todayish.<br /><br />Coram Deo--Illinois was probably the biggest the Emmaus youth group has ever been, and I'm the only one in it who also went to Dare to be Lutheran--St. Louis in 2005. I feel SO OLD, guys.<br /><br />My alarm clock does not understand "off."<br /><br />I Will Go, I Will Go (Scottish folk), Il Sospiro (Donizetti), and If I Can't Love Her (Beauty and the Beast) make an interesting combination to be stuck in my head.<br /><br />31 years together. Yayyyyy parents.<br /><br />I keep adding more thoughts to this in the hopes that I'll remember the third one I actually planned. I think it may be gone forever.<br /><br />Seriously, though, it was a great sandwich.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-64791481648776205582011-07-19T22:05:00.001-04:002011-07-19T22:07:37.023-04:00Yo Ho Ho and a bowl of ice cream.When the dishes are all dirty and I <span style="font-style: italic;">need a spoon</span> and I open the dishwasher and see it's full of clean dishes, it's like finding treasure.<br /><br />That's how mundane my life is at the moment.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-86570682418908607992011-07-17T19:17:00.001-04:002011-07-17T19:18:50.754-04:00Oh, YouTube.<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dut1b--AgLM&NR=1">Free your egg.</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CS9OO0S5w2k">What.</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39I9xrf9iRU&NR=1&feature=fvwp">Yes, but what about self-defense?</a>Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-49850718415185122682011-07-16T21:07:00.000-04:002011-07-16T21:08:49.340-04:00HP7.II movieSo I just saw the most recent Harry Potter movie. I won't spoil it, but if you want to be 100% surprised (id est, not even know my reaction), don't read on.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />Parts of it: I loved. I clapped; I squealed; I got teary-eyed, which is really saying something.<br /><br />The majority, and overall: I am furious. I want to punch faces.<br /><br />Who else has seen it?Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-76842951915525364982011-06-28T11:30:00.001-04:002011-06-28T11:31:34.697-04:00Till with the Vision Glorious her longing eyes are blest...T minus four days, y'all. Things are getting mighty intense around here.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-42688303419378460592011-05-15T01:01:00.000-04:002011-05-15T01:02:46.731-04:00liiiiiiiiiiiifeLife is sad sometimes. Colin Meloy shares a birthday with his wife (awwwww), but their five-year-old is autistic. Also Jenny Conlee has breast cancer.<br />THANKS A LOT WIKIPEDIA i'll never browse you again<br /><br />I need sleep.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-22074756564459522592011-05-08T20:59:00.001-04:002011-05-08T21:01:12.058-04:00und ZWEI:Ta da:<br /><br /><blockquote>Dear Friends and Relations;<br /><br />Nathaniel Rhein and Sarah Harrison are pleased to announce their recent engagement and forthcoming wedding. You are cordially invited to share our joy on Saturday, the Second Day of July, Year of our Lord 2011, at 10:00 a.m. as we are joined in Holy Matrimony at Emmaus Ev. Lutheran Church in South Bend, Indiana.<br /><br />We apologize for the shortness of this notice as we realize that it may prevent certain dear friends from joining us on this day. Details of location, reception, area hotels, and registry will be forthcoming. Please send us your address, if you consider attending, so that we may send you a more detailed invitation (message or E-mail your address to us; there's no need to post it publicly on the Wall here).<br /><br />Peace and Joy of this Blessed Eastertide to you all!<br /><br />~ Sarah and Nathaniel</blockquote><br /><br />Snarthahniel forever!Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-49063156904880152332011-05-05T13:14:00.002-04:002011-05-05T13:28:07.112-04:00eins:Kavouras baby = Samuel Phillip.<br />Due September 21st, I believe.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-54328620873947094982011-02-12T22:31:00.002-05:002011-02-12T22:48:49.725-05:00Are you dreaming I'm about to kiss you?Bethel did Cinderella this weekend. I went twice.<br /><br />So prince Christopher Rupert mumble mumble Carl Alexander Francois Reginald Lancelot Herman Gregory James sings his love to Cinderella and she walks off a few steps, looking troubled. He says, "I suppose it's not a good sign if you tell someone you love them and they don't say anything," and she says, "I'm afraid that if I say anything I'll wake up," and then he replies with the post title. These may be paraphrased.<br /><br />Anyway, I think there are better ways it could have been handled. Especially since the actor who played the prince looks just <span style="font-style: italic;">young </span>to me. Last fall he played a boy about thirteen and that was actually about right.<br /><br />It's decidedly weirder to know the actors as almost peers. (Most of them are at least Sophomores, so I still feel a bit young next to them.) I ended up enjoying it a lot because of knowing them and being happy that they were doing so well, but it was hard to romanticize it like I've always done with the musicals when I was younger. Partially because I don't totally love this musical. It's just kind of light and fluffy. The bad people are silly. There's not much conflict. You know <span style="font-style: italic;">exactly </span>how it's going to end.<br /><br />Can you tell I'm procrastinating on my homework? I'm rambling.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-3210300999755924652011-02-12T22:25:00.002-05:002011-02-12T22:31:49.593-05:00I have found her. She's an angel with the dust of the stars in her eyes.Alternately, awesome neiphling #3 in her womb and also she's my sister Naomi. YAAAAAAAY<br /><br />I'm pretty sure y'all knew that already though. Whatever. It's still superhappytimes news, and I mean that.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-2551782502012220972011-02-02T17:22:00.002-05:002011-02-02T18:31:17.936-05:00w r sns nd hrs f grcThe other day in class, while someone was talking, she said something I considered to be a very good line, twitching the context a little. I whispered "wow," (one of my classmates heard me and gave me a weird look, whatever) and grabbed my notebook to write it down.<br /><br />It's been a little while since I've done that.<br /><br />WEARING A COZY KNIT HAT ALL DAY<br />Pro: tres comfy. Con: My head looks like a mushroom.<br /><br />snooooooooow daaaaaaaaaaaaaaay why must you end?Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27436862.post-39662053623644488362011-01-13T16:27:00.002-05:002011-01-13T16:30:45.975-05:00What?Margaret gets zero points for participation today.<br /><br />I was trying to not take the cold medicine all the time every day, and since I only had one class today I thought perhaps I'd forgo it. So yeah. An hour and a half of loud coughing and blowing my nose and being too out of it to answer questions. <span style="font-style: italic;">Smart.</span><br /><br />Okay, now I'm just whining because the medicine tastes nasty.Maggiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07935146615953606435noreply@blogger.com2