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{Saturday, January 31, 2004  }

So next to my bed right now, I have Marcel Lefebvre's "Letter to Confused Catholics" -- my RA lent it to me. I am confused and a little annoyed yet amused at the same time at the weird mixture of liberal Catholics, middle-road Catholics (actually seem to be rare here), and right-wing/traditionalist (in the schismatic sense of the word) Catholics. And it's a small school. Then there are some people who are Protestants, some who are weird, some who believe nothing (though, happily, they become few). It's odd. One day I'll absorb it all and add their intelligence to my own -- like the Romans. Or the Borg.

So this is my paper due Friday for Lit Trad:

"For this initial essay, I want to concentrate on analysis and interpretation. literature offers two ways of doing this. You are most familiar with the interpretive aspect of analysis -- taking a text and figuring out what the author has to say. The other aspet of interpretation, equally important to literature, is the interpretation of experience which the author makes in writing a piece of creative literature. Dante's approach to this is highly formal, and both aspects of the formality are worth exploration. He gives us a story in which ideas on many levels are bound together and asks us to interpret on four levels. The four levels, are you recall, are the literal, allegorical (mostly historical), and the moral and the theological ("anagogical").
Therefore, you have your choice of assignments.

A. Dante endorsed an interpretation of his work which explored four levels of meaning at once. Choose an incident in the Divine Comedy, in the sections we have read up to this date, and which we have not covered in class. Explain how three of these levels are present in that action of the poem, and in what way they support one another.

B. Chose a matter of some seriousness -- political, religious, or moral, or all at once -- and create an allegorical incident to interpret the problem and illustrate it more vividly to your readers. I set the limit (limits make it easier to work) that it must take place in something like Dante's Hell (or actually in Dante's Hell). You must use Dante's four-level paradigm for analysis; I must be able to interpret your work on a literal level and two other levels. The tone of the treatment can range from very serious (I had a terrifying version of this assignment dealing with worker exploitation in China) to the humorous (I recall one in which Bill Clinton whirled in the circle of the Lustful, surrounded by a buzzing cloud of reporters).

This essay or allegory should be three to five pages long, and it is due February 6."

I've got it -- personified as Wordsworth in Hell, I, with my guide Shakespeare (personifying pretty much the same stuff as Vergil to Dante), will discover Wordsworth in the circle of ... the Christians-turned-pagans, under whatever category they fall. Stupid Wordsworth and his "The world is too much with us, late and soon" sonnet, especially the "Great God! I had rather been a pagan / suckled in a foreign creed". And his awful, awful poetry. His character will personify rejection of Fact, and, as Charles Williams says, "in the rejection of this Fact, all Fact." By throwing off the good of his intellect, he willingly embraces Hell, and creates an Inferno for himself, because Dante expressly says that the damned souls "have lost the good of intellect", and it just makes sense. So there will be the literal level of what's going on, and ... the moral/theological level will be the rejection of fact, and the historical/political level will be... oh, like my post of a few days ago, those women or politicians who know that abortion is the killing of a child yet reject this fact in one way or another. Hmm. I should make that last one a bit more broad ... I'll read up on some political theory or something.

But, HA!!!! I despise Wordsworth. Now we finally see where he ends up. ;) Hey -- Dante put popes in Hell! (*idly wonders if Pope is in Hell...*) Not to mention people who were still alive, and people who he randomly didn't like, and Mohammed. It was fascinating to see Mohammed in Hell.

Also, I should correct myself. Dante didn't put people in Hell whom he randomly disliked, he put people in Hell whom he knew and disliked, but he did it from an objective standpoint of judging their actions. Since they happened to be the author of the act, he could put them in a literary Hell. That is, he is by no means saying that these people are definitely in Hell. The only person we could possibly say is in Hell is Judas, because of Christ's comment, "better for him to have never been born".

That's all.
posted by Lauren, 9:01 PM | link | 0 comments

I hate Pirates of the Carribean. It is SO STUPID!!!! But EVERYBODY likes it! I don't understand it. I think it's a mind-control plot to take over the world. I refuse to see it again, I refuse to submit myself to mind control!
posted by Lauren, 2:07 PM | link | 0 comments

What kind of moronic quiz is this?

Pirates of the Caribbean!

What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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(It's not the best picture in the world ... they're actually shinier than that. :D

So, after trying, like, everybody's method, I adopted a combination of CDT Fenton and CDT Figer's method for stripping and shining boots. Both extremely helpful. Thaaaaank you!!!
posted by Lauren, 1:28 AM | link | 0 comments

So I started stripping my boots at 7pm. By the time I stripped, buffed, and spit-shined them, it was midnight. But ... they're like ... black mirrors. Ooooh.

I can't believe I just spent all night dedicated to shining my boots! Ah well, less work to do later. Also, I wore them in the shower, so they're pretty formed to my feet now.

However, seems my patrol cap is no longer formed to my head. It, er, shrunk in the wash. It's kinda tight. Oh well, hopefully I can get a new one from supply on Thursday. Maybe even Tuesday, when I'm out that way.

So. I'm sure I'm tired. I'm going to clean up my massive mess and go to bed. Night!
posted by Lauren, 1:11 AM | link | 0 comments

{Friday, January 30, 2004  }


So I'm about to embark on my boot-shining for the first time. I asked Kate, and she said, quote, "use saddle soap on them before you polish them for the first time. also, wearing them in the shower, or soaking them in warm water helps, but that may make it harder to acheive are really brilliant shine for awhile. " She also suggested the saddle soap before the soaking. I found the following advice from a West Point graduate,

"Your boots will come with a black lacquer covering that you will need to remove before you can shine them or break them in. You will need to use the wire brush and saddle soap to remove this covering. Scrub vigorously with saddle soap and wire brush until black lacquer is removed and you can see the brown leather underneath. Scrub both the outside of the boot and the inside of the boot. Then, take your boots, put them on, and wear them in the shower. Sounds silly, but it works. They will form to your feet while wet. Allow them to dry, and then begin to polish.

"In order to polish your boots, warm up your polish, and use the boot brush to put on a good base coat of polish. Allow this to dry. Then take your rag or old t-shirt, dip it in a little bit of water, dab on some polish, and shine in small circular motions. Repeat until you have a good shine."

So. Um. With all that, I'm still not 100% sure how to go about doing this. Does this sound right, other West Point people? I'm sure it must be, but er...

I was going to try the saddle soap and shower thing tonight, so they'll have plenty of time to dry over the weekend. Hopefully they'll be dry by Sunday evening so I can start shining them in earnest then.

Oh wait, I found more info from Villanova ROTC:

"Combat boots take some care to look their very best. They are issued with a factory finish that prevents a good shine. In order to remove that finish, use either saddle soap and a stiff plastic brush with hot water, or alot of alcohol and cotton balls. The boots should almost be a dull gray color by the time they are totally stripped.

"Then use a horse-hair dauber brush (Kiwi makes a good one) and apply copious amounts of black Kiwi shoe polish to the boot. When you're buying Kiwi polish, open the can at the store and make sure that the polish is moist, instead of dry and cracked. Once you've applied a thick coat of polish to a section of the boot, take a cotton ball, dip it in hot water, squeeze it and make tiny circles in the polish, slowly moving across the surface of the boot. This is the only way to get a really nice spit-shine. It is more important that the toe and heel of the boot be shinier than the rest of it, but do polish it all. After the first coat of polish, let the boot dry, and repeat this at least two (2) or three (3) times. Then, repeat about once a week. A horse-hair buffing brush is good for getting a shine on the boot except for the toe and heel (buff with the brush instead of polishing with the cotton ball).

"The plastic brush will run you about $2 for a good Rubbermaid one, and the Kiwi dauber and buffing brushes are between $2 and $5 a piece. Saddle soap and black Kiwi polish are just things you have to have. To minimize the cost, you can get together and polish boots in groups if you want. "

Ok... ok I think I can do this. *desperately doesn't want to ruin her boots*

Ack, it's time for Collegium now. More later with Lauren's Adventures in Boots.

posted by Lauren, 5:50 PM | link | 0 comments

Hey Alice, here's another random punchline without a joke:

"My phone rings, it goes 'green green', I pink it up and say 'yellow?""

Alice: (speaking about my military enthusiasm) Right now, you're on the honeymoon. For the first two or three weeks, it's like a honeymoon, and then you settle into the old married life. I think I'm going through my middle-aged crisis. (Jon is going to read this and go "Oh my gosh, I know exactly what you're talking about.")
posted by Lauren, 12:39 PM | link | 0 comments

I just received this email from my dad, and I think I'm going to cry:

Hey my little daughter,

You look great in those uniforms! Mom showed me the web site, so now I will know what's going on with you. Wear those uniforms with honor and dignity.

You are the 3rd generation military. (4th if you count grandpa McQueen's service in the British army during WW I )

I am proud of you.

Your Dad
posted by Lauren, 12:20 PM | link | 0 comments

Also, if anyone living in the New River Valley still happens to have "tons" of unneeded "extra West Point folders", perhaps a new cadet living in TX could utilize one for the time being.
posted by Lauren, 12:14 PM | link | 0 comments

*beams with pride*

Lauren (11:10:53 PM): Hey mom! Check my blog
Lauren (11:12:06 PM): Your daughter wears Army boots ;-)
Mom (11:27:03 PM): Nothing new on your blog, but GREAT picture!
Mom (11:27:18 PM): You look like your father;-)
Lauren (11:29:00 PM): [L]
Lauren (11:29:03 PM): (hit reload)
Lauren (11:29:08 PM): Cool :-D
Mom (11:29:31 PM): ok- let me try that
Mom (11:37:05 PM): i dare say...i think i'll call you CHIP... a chip off the ole block that is!
Mom (11:37:26 PM): Great pictures....They really gave you alot of stuff
Mom (11:37:44 PM): I cann't wait for Dad to see them
Lauren (11:37:57 PM): [L] :-) Me neither!
Mom (11:38:03 PM): I'll make sure he sees them tomorrow...he is asleep now

(next day)

Mom (10:36:45 AM): Hey Lauren
Mom (10:36:54 AM): Dad loved your pictures!
Mom (10:36:58 AM): Wow!
Lauren (10:37:21 AM): hey!
Lauren (10:37:23 AM): Did he?
Lauren (10:37:24 AM): What did he say?
Mom (10:37:38 AM): He was very proud of you
Mom (10:37:51 AM): I think he will be e-mailing you
Mom (10:38:37 AM): He chuckles to think of you being PVT Brannon
Lauren (10:38:54 AM): [G]
Mom (10:38:55 AM): He was that also....just a bit older
Lauren (10:39:05 AM): yeah, and he was being paid for it [G]
Mom (10:39:18 AM): Not much, but yes
Lauren (10:39:28 AM): lowest of the low, little PV-1
Mom (10:39:30 AM): Will you ever be paid
Mom (10:39:39 AM): Gotta start somewhere
Lauren (10:39:42 AM): when I'm contracted, I will receive a stipend
Lauren (10:39:46 AM): something like $250 a month
Mom (10:40:00 AM): Think of it this way, no where to go but UP
Lauren (10:40:09 AM): That's right! :-D
posted by Lauren, 11:48 AM | link

I can't find my civilian boots.

Oh wait, there they are.
posted by Lauren, 9:47 AM | link | 0 comments

A letter to the Democratic National Comittee:

Dear DNC:
Thank you for giving the opportunity to speak my mind.
I lost my job this past year. When Clinton was president, I worked in a prosperous enterprise. But in the last year, we had to close our operations. We simply could not compete with foreign labor. This foreign labor worked for low pay under very bad conditions. They worked very long shifts, and many even died on the job. This competition could hardly be called "fair." I was forced out of the place where I had worked for 34 years. Not a single government program was there to help me. How can Bush call himself "compassionate?"
Far worse, I lost two of my sons in Bush's evil war in Iraq. They gave their lives for their country, and for what? So that Bush's oil buddies can get rich. My pain of losing my sons is indescribable. While it is trivial next to the loss of my sons, I regret to say that I also lost my home. I simply had nothing left. How can Bush call himself a Christian when he neglects people like me?
I am a senior citizen with various medical problems. I'm not in a position where I can begin a new career. I was reduced to the point where I was basically homeless, all because of President Bush.
Mr. Bush, I dare you to look me in the face and tell me you are a compassionate man! I dare you to look me in the face and tell me you are a Christian!
If I had any money left, I would donate it to the Democratic party. If Al Gore had been elected in 2000, I guarantee I would still have a job, a home, and most importantly, my dear sons!

Saddam Hussein
posted by Lauren, 9:42 AM | link | 0 comments

Tell me, O Military Types, for you know -- shall I wear my combat boots around, to get used to wearing them and to break them in before D&C next week when we'll be standing around in them a lot? (Whew, just standing in one place talking to my RA last night was making my heels and calves ache) Or does that technically count as mixing the civilian and the military in a way you're Not Supposed to Do? Or is that just wearing civilian anything while in uniform? What thinkst thou?
posted by Lauren, 9:26 AM | link | 0 comments

Wow. Wow!!!

We got our equipment and uniforms today. Non-scholarship cadets don't get PT uniforms, unfortunately, since PT isn't mandatory for us (though next semester I'm going to wake at 0530 and head off to PT at 0600), but we *do* get BDUs, a water bottle, a duffle bag/rucksack, and Class A's. Unfortunately, no skirt -- just the pants. [L] The pants come up to our navel, so with that and my short brown curly hair coming out from under the garrison cap, I look like I stepped *straight* out of a movie from the 50's. My pants are off being tailored right now, so if I take a picture of me in Class A's, it'll only be from the waste up.

But wow... this is SO awesome. I'm wearing BDUs. I feel like a soldier. Stephen says I don't walk like one yet, but that'll come. This is amazing... I almost feel like a different person. Can't quite explain it, but ... wow. It's awesome.

So, the important part of the day, ROTC -- got to class about 15 mins late, because Stephen drives like an old lady, but CPT C, knowing I come *straight* from another class and from UDallas, said it's alright. Today's class was on different kinds of briefings annd their format. Then we were formally assigned to our platoons -- I'm 2nd platoon, 1st squad. I don't know what company I'm in. But I have a CO and a platoon SGT, a really nice platoon SGT. She's great. And my squad leader is excellent too. I don't know anybody in my squad yet. I kind of know one girl, Kirkland, and I know one of the guys in 3rd squad of my platoon, but that's it.

They told all the cadets who didn't know their blood type to fall our behind CDT L, and he formed us up into our own little mishmash platoon (though there were only about 17 of us), and he marched us -- marched us -- to the medical building, where we were supposed to have a blood test. I had never marched before. It was fun. I couldn't stop grinning the whole time -- especially when he started a cadence! [L] None of us knew really what to do, so when he started the cadence and we didn't respond, he stopped us until we knew how to march to cadence. [G] Unfortunately, it wasn't a gross one. ;) Well, it kind of was. "Yellow bird with a yellow bill sitting on the windowsill. I lured him in with a piece of bread then bashed in that birdie's head." Or something like that. Being the bird lover I am, I was like "AWWWWWWWW!" but at the same time, I was marching to cadence, and so I was absolutely utterly thrilled and tickled pink (West Point cadets and servicemembers reading this will think I am a *NERD*... I'm sure it'll wear off, my newbie excitement, but in the meantime, please bear with me. It's still new and exciting!). We got to the medical building, and CDT L (who, I swear, looks like a young George Clooney) went in and spoke to people.. but unfortunately they weren't ready for us today. So I suppose when I go in for a DODMERB sometime this week (DODMERB = physical), I can have them check my blood type then. So then we marched into the building where we were going to various stations to get our equipment. Waiting in line took forever. *shrug* But whaddaya want, we were waiting in line.

By the time I got *everything*, including Class A's, which took forever (and I still don't have dress socks and a brass belt buckle), it was about 1735 (5:35 for you non-military types).

So. I have a duffle bag, a canteen, something to hold the canteen, some belt which I presume you put the canteen *on*, and some other straps things that I presume go with the duffle bag, one brown t-shirt size XS, BDU pants size S (which are still *big* on me), BDU field jacket size S (again, still big, but I think they're supposed to fit this way), 1 pair combat boots size 8.5, 1 pair ... um... shiny shoes, size 9.5, Class A pants size 8, Class A shirt size 6, one garrison cap, one pair of BDU black socks, one pair of epilets with my rank (Cadet Private -- one chevron), one collar-tie type thing, one brass-tipped belt, and I think that's it.

You know, I feel really small. I was changing in the latrine with some other petite girls, and they were getting ... size 12 and 14 shirts, size 12 pants, etc. Here's tiny little Lauren *swimming* in two size 12s. Huge. I can't believe how small I am comparatively. Weird.

I am so ready to take on the world right now.

My BDU pants were inspected by 30. Yeah, 30! Go 30, man!!! You ... do that inspecting job! Hooah!
posted by Lauren, 12:09 AM | link

{Thursday, January 29, 2004  }

Awesooooooooooooooome! [EG]

How intriguing. You are Ken & Barbie as 007 and the
*Bond Girl* Tres chic!

Which Ken & Barbie Couple Do You Belong To?
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From Dominican blog Disputations:

Thursday, January 29, 2004

Catholics for Lycanthropy

I figured out why I have such a visceral dislike of "Catholics for [Insert Kill The Babies Democrat]" organizations. It's not the weakness of their arguments, as I used to think, but the wrongness.

Pro-life Catholics who think Catholics, as Catholics, should support a Kill The Babies Democrat offer arguments along these lines: "My candidate is at or nearer than everyone else to the Church's position on almost every social issue. Yes, the obvious exception is legalized abortion, which regrettably he favors, and we must continue to work to change his mind on this most critical issue, about which the president can do little in any event. Nevertheless, summing over the whole of his platform, it is clear that his presidency would be more 'pro-life' in all its aspects than that of any other candidate."

An argument like this is susceptible to attack on many fronts, and I've been sketching out some attacks to myself for a while. Now, though, I realize that, before worrying about the various weaknesses of the above argument, we should confront its fundamental falsehood.

The Democratic presidential candidates do not merely hold the wrong position on the grave matter of abortion. It's not, as their pro-life Catholic supporters want to believe, simply a matter of a red X in a table of Candidates' Positions vs. Catholic Teaching.

John Kerry makes a positive fetish out of legal abortion.

Howard Dean makes a positive fetish out of legal abortion.

I will not knowing vote for anyone, for any office, who makes a positive fetish out of legal abortion.

This is what is wrong with the "Catholics for [Insert Kill The Babies Democrat]" argument: The candidates don't support legal abortion. They love it. They revel in it. They positively glory in it.

A pro-life Catholic who offers an argument like the above is like a person who says, "Sure, John is a werewolf. But that's only three nights a month. When he's not out on the moors ripping out throats, he's a dedicated surgeon giving sick children hope. We should do what we can to keep him caged up when the moon is full, but on the whole he's the finest man in the village," but doesn't seem to notice that, on nights when John isn't a bloodthirsty wolf, he's in the pub bragging about how many throats he's ripped out and how sleek and strong and merciless he is under the light of the full moon.

So sure, we can point out that fatuity of saying things like, "Other than abortion, he's pro-life." We can question the truth of the claims of fidelity (or infidelity) to Catholic teaching. We can quote the bishops on the importance of the right to life of infants in the womb relative to other issues. We can distinguish between moral principles and prudential policies. We can point out the effects a president can have on the state of the question of legal abortion, which do not touch the yet-remote hope of overturning Roe and Doe.

But first, I think we should point out to the pro-life Catholic supporters of Kill The Babies Democrats that their position ignores what we've long known about the candidates: they don't simply have one monstrous policy, they absolutely worship it.
posted by Lauren, 9:34 AM | link | 0 comments

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's THURSDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That means

we get our UNIFORMS today!!!! :D :D :D

Also, it's one week from my birthday. Buy me something.

Pictures to come later!
posted by Lauren, 9:15 AM | link | 0 comments

{Wednesday, January 28, 2004  }

Random military jokes (I'm looking for one in particular...):

At one Army base, the annual trip to the rifle range had been canceled for the second year in a row, but the semi-annual physical fitness test was still on as planned. One soldier mused, "Does it bother anyone else that the Army doesn't seem to care how well we can shoot, but they are extremely interested in how fast we can run?"

The reason the Air Force, Army, Navy and Marines bicker amongst themselves is that they don't speak the same language. For instance, take the simple phrase "secure the building".
The Army will post guards around the place.
The Navy will turn out the lights and lock the doors.
The Marines will kill everybody inside and set up a headquarters
The Air Force will take out a 5 year lease with an option to buy.

General: Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive. Leaps tall buildings in a single bound. Walks on water. Lunches with God, but must pick up tab.
Colonel: Almost as fast as a speeding bullet. More powerful than a shunting engine on a steep incline. Leaps short buildings with a single bound. Walks on water if sea is calm. Talks to God.
Lieutenant-Colonel: Faster than an energetically thrown rock. Almost as powerful as a speeding bullet. Leaps short buildings with a running start in favourable winds. Walks on water of indoor swimming pools if lifeguard is present. May be granted audience with God if special request is approved at least three working days in advance.
Major: Can fire a speeding bullet with tolerable accuracy. Loses tug-of-war against anything mechanical. Makes impressively high marks when trying to leap tall buildings. Swims well. Is occasionally addressed by God, in passing.
Captain: Can sometimes handle firearm without shooting self. Is run over by trains. Barely clears outhouse. Dog paddles. Mumbles to self.
Lieutenant: Is dangerous to self and comrades if armed and unsupervised. Recognizes trains two out of three times. Runs into tall buildings. Can stay afloat if properly instructed in the use of life jacket and water wings. Talks to walls.
2nd Lieutenant: Can be trusted with either gun or ammunition but never both. Must have train ticket pinned to jacket and mittens tied to sleeves. Falls over doorsteps while trying to enter tall buildings. Plays in Mud puddles. Studders.
Officer Cadet: Under no circumstances to be issued with gun or ammunition, and must even be closely supervised when handling sharp pieces of paper - staples are right out. Says: "Look at choo choo!" Not allowed inside buildings of any size. Makes good boat anchor. Mere existence makes God shudder.
Sergeant-Major: Catches hyper sonic armour peircing fin stabilized discarding sabot depleted uranium long rod penetrators in his teeth and eats them. Kicks bullet trains off their tracks. Uproots tall buildings and walk under them. Freezes water with a single glance; parts it with trifling gesture. Is God.

The commander was asked: "Why do you prefer married soldiers in your unit?"
"Well, the married men are used to take orders even if they are yelled at."

(oh! here it is, I found it! -- )

The new Army recruit was given guard duty at 2 a.m. He did his best for awhile, but about 4 a.m. he went to sleep. He awakened to find the officer of the day standing before him. Remembering the heavy penalty for being asleep on guard duty, this smart young man kept his head bowed for another moment, then looked upward and reverently said, "A-a-amen!"
posted by Lauren, 5:41 PM | link | 0 comments

ROFL! Heyyyyyy...!

You might be MI if....

1. PT is canceled because of sun.
2. Your M16 jams and you attempt to reboot it.
3. You consider BCGs to be a bold fashion statement.
4. You believe "Air Assault" is when the air conditioner in the SCIF breaks down.
5. Your boots were last polished at the factory.
6. Your kids wear glasses thicker than yours.
7. Your oldest child was conceived in Monterey, CA.
8. Your kids have doctor's notes to get out of gym class.
9. Your mom asks if you like girls.
10. You brag about "making tape" -again.
11. You've had more than one profile in the last month.
12. You firmly believe in the three food groups -caffeine, alcohol, and Tylenol.
13. You get into violent arguments over who is better - CPT Kirk or CPT Picard.
14. Your car was purchased either on the Monterey Peninsula or at Bob Bell Ford in San Angelo, Texas.
15. You have the ASCII codes for foreign alphabet characters memorized.
16. [deleted]
17. You want to find out more about D&C.
18. You have taken leave to attend a Star Trek convention.
19. You have the IG's phone number on speed dial.
20. Your GT score is higher than your PT score.
21. You own a Star Trek uniform.
22. Your medical folder is thicker than War and Peace.
23. When you get an order the first thing you say is "Why?"
24. "The field" is where the farmer works.
25. Exercises are placed on Admin Halt when the coffee runs out.
26. Donuts are more important than the brief.
27. Rank is more important than information.
28. You think a "Leatherman" is one of the Village People.
29. Your last tactical assignment was during a game of Risk.
30. You think TA50 is an NSA course.

That is SO not cool. LOL!!! No wonder I like MI so much... *cracks up*
posted by Lauren, 5:02 PM | link | 0 comments

Dani: well my leetle eeeevIl olEEEve
Dani: do zyou not hette meEEE after Allll?
Dani: (attemps frecnh accepnt)
Dani: alsdjflkdsjf
Lauren: ROFL!!!!!
Lauren: *dies laughing*
Lauren: oh yeah, that's blogged!
posted by Lauren, 12:35 PM | link | 0 comments

Ok if anybody read's SarahMc's blog with any kind of regularity, they will find me STEALING ALL HER STUFF, but this is too weird/funny/awesome. And this is like the stories I used to write in 1st grade. Also, she stole the end of the world thing from me, so I don't feel so bad.
posted by Lauren, 12:14 PM | link | 0 comments

Happy January 28th.

That is,

the feast of St. Thomas Aquinas!!!

posted by Lauren, 11:55 AM | link | 0 comments

p.s. I rank the Superintendant's dog.
posted by Lauren, 11:45 AM | link | 0 comments

So I did something daring today.

I walked down the other side of the sidewalk!!! DUN DUN DUNNNNN!

Hey! Hey! Did I tell you? At West Point at the dance on Saturday night, when about half of the people had cleared out, there was the Superintendant of West Point -- a 3-star general -- sitting with with some other high-ranking officials at this table extremely near to our position. Spotting this, both Jon and Kate and -- did Chris join in? -- tried so hard to get me to dance with the Sup. Of course, this would involve me, a girl, approaching him, a gentleman much my superior, and asking for a dance. Girls don't ask guys to dance. It's just not done. Being absolutely unable to swallow the idea of my approaching him, I didn't actually, but I sort of rather wish I *had*. Dancing with a three-star general! That would have been cool. But *cough*. Oh well. Maybe next time. Maybe, too, it could be presented in such a way that I would not be asking him to dance...

My blog is quickly turning into quantity instead of quality. I apologize. I used to just write here every so often when I had some rant or interesting idea or something clever or something witty and silly to share. Ah, well.

You know what, yesterday in Medieval Latin, we translated the Ave stella maris. I just realized that I have that taped to my wall. It's on my right, beneath a picture of Jon, centered between the "inviolata" prayer and the "Anima Christi". When I did St. Louis DeMontfort's consecration to Mary (from which, mirable visu, my Marian devotion has unconsciously increased in ways I never thought possible -- do it), I said the English (rhymed) translation of it every night. I think it starts out "Hail, bright star of ocean, God's own mother blessed, ever sinless virgin, gate of heavenly rest." Then the next one is "Taking that sweet Ave which from Gabriel came, peace confirm within us, changing Eva's name." The actual Latin is Ave maris stella / Dei mater alma / atque semper Virgo / felix caeli porta. / Simuns illud Ave / Gabrielis ore / funda nos in pace / mutans Hevae nomen; that is, "hail star of the sea, loving mother of God and ever-virgin, happy gate of heaven. Taking that "Ave" from the mouth of Gabriel pour forth us in peace, changing the name of Eve." I actually think I like the rhymed English version better than that. [G] I mean, that translation -- the Latin is intrinsically more beautiful than any English translation. Also, it's "(h)evae" for a reason", "Ave" being "Eva" spelled backwards. Mary being the new Eve. Eve the mother of the dead, Mary the mother of the Living.

And just for the heck of it, the other two prayers that surround it:

Inviolata, integra, et casta es Maria,
quae es effecta fulgida caeli porta,
O mater alma Christi carissima,
suscipe pia laudum praeconia.
Te nunc flagitant devota corda et ora,
nostra ut pura petora sint et corpora.
Tu pre precata dulcisona,
nobis concedas veniam per saecula.
O benigna! O Regina! O Maria,
quae sola inviolata permansisti.


Anima Christi, sanctifica me.
Corups Christi, salva me.
Sanguis Christi, inebria me.
Aqua laeteris Christi, lava me.
Passio Christi, conforta me.
O bone Iesu, exaudi me.
Intra tua vulnera absconde me.
Ne permittas me separari a te.
Ab hoste maligno defende me.
In hora mortis meae voca me.
Et iube me venire ad te,
Ut cum Sanctus tuis laudem te
In saecula saeculorum.
posted by Lauren, 11:42 AM | link

It's Wednesday!!!! Wednesday is the day before Thursday!!!!!!! :D
posted by Lauren, 9:19 AM | link | 0 comments

{Tuesday, January 27, 2004  }

Interesting blog from a National Guardsman in Ft. Drum who was activated and about to be shipped off to Iraq:

Just Another Soldier

Warning again, though, it's a little crude. But his observations are interesting and his expression is witty at times. Also, Socky is cool. I'm adding this link (with a disclaimer) to my military blogs thing.
posted by Lauren, 9:12 PM | link

Okay, I find this funny. Christy reminded us of it on Friday evening when Jon and I went out to dinner with her and her friend Laura.

Language warning: 4 f-words and 5 s-words. That is, instances thereof.

But if you don't mind, or if you feel like being desensitized, diggit.


"Fire our missiles!!!" ... "but I am le tired." "Well, have a nap. THEN FIRE ZE MISSILES!!!"
posted by Lauren, 4:41 PM | link

"Hi, my name is Mr. Nice. As you can see, I don't have any arms or hands, but that doesn't stop me from dancing, does it? Would you like to see me dance?"

(*has the Mr. Nice music stuck in her head...*)
posted by Lauren, 2:36 PM | link

It needs to be Thursday. Sigh. Oh well. Tuesday is *almost* Thursday -- it's a 2 day, and it's a day that starts with a "T". Plus, it's the day before Wednesday which is the day before Thursday -- so we're almost there!

Today was my first day in the section 02 politics class with Dr. T Jones ("Dr. Jones" reminds me of Indiana... "we named the dog Indiana" [L]).

She's very active and engaging, and is focusing a lot on the political philosophy, building up from the bottom, focusing a lot on Locke because he had a lot of influence on the founding fathers. And you can see it. As she said, "Locke's handprints are all over their documents".

In psychology class today, we talked a lot about Freud and psychodynamic psychology. And while yes, he did tend to put a lot of emphasis on sexuality, Dr. N raised the excellent point that he was living in the Victorian era, which was a time when expressions of many things (including, but not limited to, sexuality) were extremely repressed, often unhealthily so. Then it made so much sense, I found myself wanting to go out and read some of Freud's writings. Dr. N told us about one of his cases where a woman came to him (since he was first a neurologist) with absolutely no feeling from the wrist down to her fingertips. Tests showed that her nerves were functioning properly, and there ought to be no physical reason why her hand was completely numb. He started asking her what was going on around the time this happened, and eventually she told him the story about the love of her life. She had always admired him from afar, but she never told him of her love because it would have been entirely unproper. One day he came around to their house and spoke to her father, and she was terribly excited that he was asking for her hand in marriage, but when he announced to the family, he announced he was going to marry her sister. (Ooooohhhhh!!! owch!!!) This distressed her so greatly... and yet she couldn't say anything. When he was going to the door to leave she desperately desperately wanted to reach out and touch his shoulder and beg him not to go, but she repressed that and repressed the awfulness of her feelings *so* much, that she lost feeling in that hand that wanted to touch him, and even forgot about the incident until later.

Also, we spoke some of Freud's work to make the unconscious conscious. In fact, Freud was the first to determine between the conscious and the unconscious mind (it's amazing how much work of his we take for granted). I find this interesting... the subconscious has always interested me. Dr. N told us something from her own life -- her husband's an actor, and when he would be working on a new show, she would hardly see him. Since most of the other actors had day jobs, they would rehearse at nights and on the weekends. Often she would see him in the morning at breakfast, and that would be it. So she kept having this recurring dream that she and her husband were on vacation somewhere, and they were in a hotel room, and there would be a knock at the door. She would go to answer the door and there would be a really nice, really sweet woman there, and she would say "oh, hi! How are you? Wonderful to see you! I was actually looking for Darryl" (or whatever the name of her husband was). So she would call to him, and he would come and be like "oh, hi! Honey, this is my first wife. I'm sorry, I have to go with her now." And Dr. N would be like "uh ... uh ... um.... " They were so polite, that was kind of amusing. But eventually, she realized it happened whenever he would start a new show, because he would be gone more, and it would be like he was having an affair -- gone nights and weekends ... the poor woman! [L] Fortunately, she can laugh at it.

So. Yeah. Also, Alice, I seem to remember reading in your journal (which you need to UPDATE *coughcough*) that you think UD comes from a humanistic approach. I would tend to disagree with this -- it has a much broader approach than that.

I still haven't ascribed myself to one particular school of psychology. Again, of course, we've only had three classes. There's so much about almost all of them that seems correct. Ah well. I shall sit and shutup and absorb it all for the time being.

It needs to be Thursday.

Ooh, ooh, Thursday after next Thursday will be my first full *day* in uniform. Also happens to be my birthday. Happy birthday, me! I get to wear a uniform! :D
posted by Lauren, 2:31 PM | link

{Monday, January 26, 2004  }

Clever Things said at the Dinner Table

So, dinner was rather amusing tonight. Rigel joined us (Mary Catherine, Sarah, Jimmy, Stephen, self), and Rigel always adds a certain British something and ready wit to the conversation. I don't really remember everything, but someone -- I think Jimmy -- mentioned a joke Rigel had made, suggesting that, over the doors of the Gregory bathrooms, someone ought hang a sign, ABANDON SOAP, ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE. [L]

Then I kind of ignored the conversation for a little bit, until someone, continuing the discussion on Dante's Inferno (from which the above quote was taken, fyi), was mentioning how Dante spoke of the wheel of Fortune. At which point, I pumped my arm up and down three times in succession, saying "WHEEL.... OF.... FORTUUUUUUUNE!" "Ha! In Dante's Inferno!" said Jimmy. "Appropriate -- the show from hell!" I responded.

*feels very clever*
posted by Lauren, 10:22 PM | link | 0 comments

I rather wish I hadn't read this ...


It's about vegetarian MREs. Oh well. Good thing tabasco sauce is included with most every MRE, it makes stuff eatable, mwahahaha.
posted by Lauren, 5:24 PM | link | 0 comments

Also, completely off-topic, this is funny:

"I surrender!"

(click here if the picture doesn't load)


Slightly violent song to the tune of Chumbawumba's "Tubthumping"

Also, I'm told there is a new (and very high-speed) soldier's creed. It is as follows:

I am an American Soldier.

I am a Warrior and a member of a team. I serve the people of the United States and live the Army Values.

I will always place the mission first.
I will never accept defeat.
I will never quit.
I will never leave a fallen comrade.

I am disciplined, physically and mentally tough, trained and proficient in my warrior tasks and drills. I always maintain my arms, my equipment and myself.

I am an expert and I am a professional.

I stand ready to deploy, engage, and destroy the enemies of the United States of America in close combat.

I am a guardian of freedom and the American way of life.

I am an American Soldier.

Booyah. By the by, I got the two things above from the "Saved by Piercings" site. Unfortunately the guy hasn't updated since Mid-December. I wonder if he's been deployed. Heck, I wonder what rank he is. I'm guessing E-4.

Random bit of knowledge from SavedByPiercings: " Never fold down those earflaps inside your winter BDU cap. It's against regulation in formation, plus you look like Elmer Fudd. "

ROFL! Then, why on earth are they there?

Also, for people who don't know:

Hooah can be interpreted as the following:

1. Good copy, solid copy, roger, good or great; message received, understood.
2. Glad to meet you, welcome.
3. I do not know, but will check on it
4. I haven't the vaguest idea.
5. I am not listening.
6. That is enough of your drivel--sit down.
7. Stop sniveling.
8. You've got to be kidding.
9. Yes.
10. Thank you.
11. Go to the next slide.
12. You have taken the correct action.
13. I don't know what that means, but am too embarrassed to ask for clarification.
14. That is really neat, I want one too.
15. Amen.


You Might be a Little too Hooah if:

1. Your kids call the sandbox "NTC".
2. Your wife has mermites in the China Cabinet.
3. When your wife left you, you had a Change of Command.
4. Your wife carries a fannypack instead of a Gucci purse.
5. When your family gets together, you call them "Slice Elements".
6. You butter your toast with a bayonet.
7. Your kids get a wrong answer in school and immediately drop and knock out 20.
8. Your personal license plate says "At Ease".
9. All your kids names begin with "AR".
10. Your grandmother won the Week of the Eagles.
11. Your POV has your name stenciled on the windshield.
12. Anyone using the TV remote control must dispatch it first.
13. Your kids are hand receipt holders.
14. Your kids practice Drill and Ceremony at recess.
15. Your dogs name is "Ranger".
16. Your kids pull night guard in shifts by the mailbox.
17. Your wife has a better high and tight than your commander.
18. Your kids sound off with "Airborne" or "Air Assault" every time their left foot hits the ground.
19. Your wife won't buy anything unless it has a National Stock Number.
20. Your kids have to wax and buff the floor before going to school.
21. When your dog died, it got a 21-gun salute at Arlington.
22. Your kids call their teachers "REMF" and the other kids at school "legs".
23. Your daughter's dolls wear starched uniforms.
24. Your daughter complained that her new Barbie's hair wasn't within regulation and cut it.
25. If your kids fail a test, they get a Letter of Reprimand and an Article 15.
26. Your kids salute their grandparents.
27. Your kids get an LES with their allowance.
28. All your meals at home are MREs.
29. Your kids painted the Big Wheels camouflage and stuck bumper numbers on them.
30. All your household possessions were issued by CIF.
31. Your kids get sent to the "big house" in Leavenworth if they're disrespectful.
32. Your kids complain if they can't have gym class five days a week.
33. Everyone does six pullups before sitting down at the dinner table.

Haha! [G]

I'm really going to do my homework now.
posted by Lauren, 2:23 PM | link | 0 comments

Holy cow.

This may possibly be worse than ... heck, I don't know. Everything, maybe? This is an abortion clinic's idea of "counseling".

The whole idea is "please excuse me for killing my baby". And you know what, they're calling them babies. Not fetuses. These women accept the fact that what they have inside of them is a baby, and nonetheless they choose to kill that child. It's ... mind-boggling, stomach-churning. And they say "kill" and stuff. It's completely taking away the liberal mask on the vocabulary, and accepting, accepting and being desensitized to reality.

No wonder these women have problems.

Abortion hurts women.
posted by Lauren, 2:03 PM | link | 0 comments

I have a birthday in ... *counts on fingers* 10 days (whew! good thing I have that many fingers!).

Buy me something.

Oh, kwitcher kvetchin'. My wants are quite simple:

1. Fruit by the Foot (cherry rage) and Gushers. I LOVE those things!
2. A shoeshine kit (with black kiwi, brown kiwi, brush, and a ... really soft rag)
3. a subscription to Netflix (mom [G])
4. Ummm.... whatever's still leftover from my Christmas list. That book about Charles Williams books. Stuff like that.

There. Now gimme.
posted by Lauren, 12:37 PM | link | 0 comments

{Thursday, January 22, 2004  }


Lauren: where IS Loop? [My RA] I need to get something out of storage, I need to get a suitcase out of storage. I should have gone to bed half an hour ago.
Stephen: set off the fire alarm- he'll appear instantly impeccably dressed, with keys, and as soon as the firemen reset the alarm you can get your suitcase.

LOL, Stephen went on to explain:

"that was based on a conversation that I think it was Robert, Eileen and I had once, when Eileen was talking about that fire alarm that first night you moved in, and everyone was standing around in bathrobes, etc., and then here came Jonathon Loop in his slacks and buttoned down shirt, calm as could be. We were joking that if the campus were attacked, you'd find Jonathon Loop standing calmly outside of O'Connell holding an M-16, politely shooting everyone who came his way."

I love my RA! You know, I'm the only freshman girl on the whole campus with a male RA?
posted by Lauren, 11:38 PM | link | 0 comments


not knowing if my hair will meet uniform regulations down -- it's kind of just barely above my collar -- I have *just* succeeded in French-braiding it. Yes. Hair as short as mine. And I only have two clips in my hair, too. If I get me some hairspray, I think I'll be good. The little tuft of hair that's supposed to be the end of it, a pony-tail thing, is exactly one and a half inches long, but it looks shorter because it curls under. It looks ridiculous. I'll take a picture! [G] BUt later. That homework. Yeah.
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FIRST DAY OF ROTC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

From an email:

I just met a bunch of people who are MILITARY-OBSESSIVE, just like ME! :D I mean, they play America's Army and "guess that enlisted rank insignia" and I just so *happened* to step into the group in which all or most of them are SMP (simultaneous membership program -- also in the guard or reserve while doing ROTC). *These* are serious cadets. They were all hooah. And I know how to say hooah now. I've never heard the word "hooah" spoken more times in my life, I swear. No wonder you're sick of it. [G]

At first, I was really freaked out. Especially at the lab. I didn't know *what* was going on, and there were a ton of way buff upperclassmen around being intimidating. And CPT C said that MSI students who hadn't been medically checked out yet weren't to do the APFT, and I was afraid people were going to yell at me for not being prepared or something. Didn't know who was MSI cadet, MSII cadet, or upperclassmen (MS III and IV), just ... lost lost lost, where are we going, what are we doing, blahblahblah. CPT C said something about the lab being over at the football field. Great. Where was the football field? Fortunately, he made all the new cadets stand up (ha! I'm a new cadet!!! I rank ... the superintendent's dog.... [G]) and some of the older cadets were assigned to help us out. So I was with one guy and he got me to the football field, but once we were there, we didn't know what to do either, so I tried to follow one MSI cadet with a high-and-tight and "An Army Of One" t-shirt, because he sure as heck looked like he knew what he was doing. Unfortunately, he wasn't really interested in talking to me, but to the prior-enlisted guy who was standing next to him, who was talking about being in Iraq for March (wow!!!). Then we were told to fall in -- fall in?? Fall in ...what? No, j/k. Though I still wasn't 100% sure what was meant by "fall in", were we supposed to have an already designated platoon? Fortunately not, we were kind of haphazardly organized into squads and then platoons, our names were taken per squad, we were called to attention, told to be at ease, then dismissed while the people who were supposed to took the APFT.

Oh yeah. Also we had a briefing from LTC S. He's intimidating. Haha. But it's the kind of intimidation like "wow, he's scary... but I'll bet I can live up to his expectations and be *better* then them, I feel motivated to excel, 3,000 pushups HOOAH!"

And we had read to us the whole schpiel about the APFT, how to do everything, what to do and what not to do. I was planning on randomly picking someone up and carrying them through the 2-mile run, but I was told that was not allowed. Darn. (*And* still make a passing time.)

We have FTX April 2-4, that's Sunday through Tuesday! And we get off class. Ha!

Also, I volunteered to be a cadet kind of ushering and staffing this "Hall of Honor" ceremony thing where we induct an alumnus into the Hall of Honor. I'll have Class As. Haha.

Also, we're going to do Drill and Ceremony. Lots of it. And a competition. All of us. YESSS!

Also ALSO, there's a Military Ball on April 30th. I have to attend as part of my grade. I mean, they're really twisting my arm. ;)


(eeeee! I'm a cadet!!!)
posted by Lauren, 8:19 PM | link

{Sunday, January 18, 2004  }

The US Army Chief of Staff's Reading List
for Cadets, Soldiers, and Junior NCOs:

Band of Brothers by Stephen Ambrose
The Long Grey Line by Rick Atkinson
The Greatest Generation by Tom Brokaw
America's First Battles by Charles E. Heller and William Stofft
225 Years of Service, The US Army 1775-200 by David W Hogan Jr
The Face of Battle by John Keegan
We Were Soldiers Once And Young by Hal Moore and Joe Galloway
Once an Eagle by Anton Myrer
The Killer Angels by Michael Shaara

Once An Eagle, Killer Angels, and We Were Soldiers Once And Young are really good, though I haven't finished any of them yet. [G] Just bought The Greatest Generation yesterday.

Dad told me today that, being third generation military, I have to make at least Colonel, though he said I should try to make General. Hahahaaha. Cool.

Yay, I can talk to mom and dad about the military and ROTC and have them listen and at least feign interest. I was telling mom about all the summer things I had discovered, and she actually listened and said it sounded neat.

posted by Lauren, 1:41 PM | link | 0 comments

Did you know that BDUs can be used as a flotation device?

posted by Lauren, 12:17 PM | link | 0 comments

Wow. Ugh.

Okay so I went out running on .... Thursday? And I got a bit of an earache, because it was cold. I noticed my ears hurt a bit on Tuesday when we went to visit Catholic U (mom and I) when the wind blew on them. No big deal, mom said hers ached a bit too when that happened. So I shrugged it off. However, Friday I woke up with a nasty sore throat. Saturday I woke up with a sore throat and a runny nose. By the end of the day my nose and ears were so stuffed up I feel like my head was going to explode. And yet somehow, my constantly running nose didn't seem to relieve any of the pressure on the sinuses.

Sure enough, it's time for that annual or bi-annual ear infection. Joy. Hopefully I can make it to the doctor and get some way ultra-strength Sudafed (as the regular strength seems to wear off in an hour) and Amoxicillin before I have to leave for the airport at 10am tomorrow.

Oh well. I'll just drink a lot of fluids and ignore it the best I can. I told myself I was going to go running today, but it's extremely cold and grey and wet and raining. I don't think that would help me a whole lot. However, I'm going to try to pay extra attention to my situps and push-ups today. I have no consistent push-up record. I think I do them differently each time and it changes. Weird. But I'm up to about 30 situps before I completely wear myself out. Still 23 from where I need to be, but getting closer. Fortunately, MAJ Smith said that this APFT on Thursday (eeeee! Thursday!) is only a diagnostic. We get our uniforms next Thursday. I'm so excited! I've had dreams almost every night about being a soldier. And what opportunities are afforded with ROTC! Especially the summer ones. The ones listed on the degree plan worksheet MAJ Smith gave me were some ones like "Evolution of Contemporary Military Strategy", but THEN there were Airborne, Air Assault, Mountain Warfare School, Overseas Exchange Program, and CTLT! Also also, I found on the ROTC site for the University of Texas at El Paso a bunch more! Wow -- you can even do Camp Buckner (what the West Point cadets do before their second year) and Mounted Maneuver Training in Ft. Knox -- also what the USMA cadets do. HOW COOL IS THAT!?!??!?! I can TOTALLY be the biggest USMA wannabe in the world. Actually, Camp Bucker is pretty darn ... pretty. [G] The parish picnic was being held there in May when we went up to visit Jon last year. From the way Jon described it, Buckner sounds like a lot of really *difficult* fun. And MMT sounds hecka cool! Wow... I wonder how possible it would be to do that? That and CTLT are extremely attractive options. Also, DCLT. I think being a platoon sergeant would be cool.

I am psyched. I'm ready to go back and conquer the world -- and then transfer to Catholic U! I'll bet I'll miss the Maverick Battalion, but there's the Hoya Battalion up in DC. And I'll actually be able to drive myself there and back, probably. I'm still having a difficult time finding a ride out to UTA. But my iron will will prevail and I will Jedi mindtrick someone into taking me.

So. I have to go clean up and maybe actually pack. For tomorrow. Sigh.

See everybody on the other side.

posted by Lauren, 12:15 PM | link | 0 comments

{Monday, January 05, 2004  }

I kept a journal in a .doc file before my computer crashed for good last October. I thought it was gone forever, but dad rescued it for me. Here's something great I found in it, when I was going through a hard time once before:

"Reading I
Jer 20:7-9

You duped me, O LORD, and I let myself be duped;
you were too strong for me, and you triumphed.
All the day I am an object of laughter;
everyone mocks me.

Whenever I speak, I must cry out,
violence and outrage is my message;
the word of the LORD has brought me
derision and reproach all the day.

I say to myself, I will not mention him,
I will speak in his name no more.
But then it becomes like fire burning in my heart,
imprisoned in my bones;
I grow weary holding it in, I cannot endure it.

Responsorial Psalm
Ps 63:2, 3-4, 5-6, 8-9

R. (2b)My soul is thirsting for you, O Lord my God.
O God, you are my God whom I seek;
for you my flesh pines and my soul thirsts
like the earth, parched, lifeless and without water.
R. My soul is thirsting for you, O Lord my God.
Thus have I gazed toward you in the sanctuary
to see your power and your glory,
for your kindness is a greater good than life;
my lips shall glorify you.
R. My soul is thirsting for you, O Lord my God.
Thus will I bless you while I live;
lifting up my hands, I will call upon your name.
As with the riches of a banquet shall my soul be satisfied,
and with exultant lips my mouth shall praise you.
R. My soul is thirsting for you, O Lord my God.
You are my help,
and in the shadow of your wings I shout for joy.
My soul clings fast to you;
your right hand upholds me.
R. My soul is thirsting for you, O Lord my God.

Reading II
Rom 12:1-2

I urge you, brothers and sisters, by the mercies of God,
to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice,
holy and pleasing to God, your spiritual worship.
Do not conform yourselves to this age
but be transformed by the renewal of your mind,
that you may discern what is the will of God,
what is good and pleasing and perfect.

Mt 16:21-27

Jesus began to show his disciples
that he must go to Jerusalem and suffer greatly
from the elders, the chief priests, and the scribes,
and be killed and on the third day be raised.
Then Peter took Jesus aside and began to rebuke him,
"God forbid, Lord! No such thing shall ever happen to you."
He turned and said to Peter,
"Get behind me, Satan! You are an obstacle to me.
You are thinking not as God does, but as human beings do."

Then Jesus said to his disciples,
"Whoever wishes to come after me must deny himself,
take up his cross, and follow me.
For whoever wishes to save his life will lose it,
but whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.
What profit would there be for one to gain the whole world
and forfeit his life?
Or what can one give in exchange for his life?
For the Son of Man will come with his angels in his Father's glory,
and then he will repay all according to his conduct."

That all spoke RIGHT to me! “Don’t’ give up, Lauren, but it’s okay.” God rules.  I love God, he’s so awesome. I especially love it when he manifests his will in more obvious ways for dumb little me, like he did today. It was wonderful. I think I only muddle through when he doesn’t do that."

Thought I'd share.

Pray for me.
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