Craig's List

I don't normally read Craig's List, but I was killing time on my lunch break today and came across this personal: (I'm guessing Madlibs...?)

i'm four years old. i enjoy jetpack racing, human boxing, and early titte brothers. my ideal date would be with a female human who is at least four feet shorter than me and light enough for me to carry above my head and sprint for one hundred yards. we could go to a nice appliance store and grab the spinning fans. or maybe go stare at an eclipse while screaming at it. then we could retire back to my place and play one hundred games of video pong. or simply get to know one another by dragging each other around my living room with a large magnet.

A New Hymn (well, new to me anyway...)

I've not heard this before and we sang it this morning as Mrs. Marston's choice at the staff meeting. I also went to the wrong staff meeting, but whatever. It's nice to pray for the kids and know what's going on and such.

O Thou, in Whose Presence

O Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight,
On whom in affliction I call,
My comfort by day, and my song in the night,
My hope, my salvation, my all.

Where dost Thou at noontide resort with Thy sheep,
To feed on the pastures of love?
Say, why in the valley of death should I weep,
Or alone in the wilderness rove?

O, why should I wander an alien from Thee,
And cry in the desert for bread?
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see,
And smile at the tears I have shed.

The roses of Sharon, the lilies that grow
In vales, on the banks of the streams:
On His cheeks, all the beauties of excellence glow,
And His eyes are as quivers of beams.

His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,
Is heard through the shadows of death;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at His feet,
The air is perfumed with His breath.

His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow,
That waters the garden of grace,
From which their salvation the Gentiles shall know,
And bask in the smiles of His face.

Love sits on His eye-lids, and scatters delight
Through all the bright mansions on high;
Their faces the cherubim veil in His sight,
And tremble with fullness of joy.

He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for His word;
He speaks, and eternity, filled with His voice,
Re-echoes the praise of her Lord.

Dear Shepherd, I hear and will follow Thy call;
I know the sweet sound of Thy voice.
Restore and defend me, for Thou art my All,
And in Thee I will ever rejoice.

Once You Start Thinking...

...it's really hard to stop.

Well the University of Idaho officially turned me down yesterday. But it was the nicest letdown I've ever heard of. The director of the program spent about half an hour on the phone with me saying all kinds of nice things, including that they would love to have me as an alum of their program.

But not this year.

Well, I got all angry for most of yesterday and most of this morning. Happily, I managed not to say anything to the admissions lady while I was angry/disappointed on the phone. So no bridges have been burned.

Now I think I am calmed down enough now that I can think a little more clearly. Firstly, I hope they have scholarship money available next year. And lots of it.

Secondly, since I'm re-thinking things, I have begun trying to re-decide what I want to do. My options are a) to cool it and get more qualified before I begin my Executive education at the University of Idaho or b) find something else to do somewhere else.

Yvonne, the Executive Education Director, offered and strongly encouraged me to "let" myself learn more of the right kids of skills by volunteering to coach ("executive mentor" is what she called it) a team of undergrads who are competing in some kind of entrepreneur contest thingy; I don't know what it is really. She also wants to help me along for the next year or so while I become better peers with the rest of the group I would be studying with (who are all 45 and have been management for 7-15 years). She offered to meet with me personally on a recurring basis to discuss my current management and business planning. I am going to have to learn so much "business speak."

It's a sort of weird version of flattered (because she's offering so much and is clearly impressed with me) and annoyed (because she's not offering what I want and I have to re-plan).

Now I finally have a great time to say: "Missed it by that much."

My second option is Wayne State University. Many members of my family have attended this venerable institution (one of whom being my great-grandmother, whose diploma I proudly store in my parent's closet waiting till I have a "real" house.). The campus is right downtown near a huge Barnes & Noble and the Detroit Public Library and it's only about 15 blocks from where the Tigers play ball and where traveling Broadway artists sing their songs. Wayne has a reasonably priced "Online MBA" that is completely online with twice yearly testing on-site. The tuition -- even now that I'm no longer in-state -- is actually cheaper than at the UI, but it doesn't include books (or airfare now). I'm fairly certain I could find a place to stay while I'm there, maybe even something to drive to get downtown. This program starts in September and it's fully online. I'll be applying tomorrow and making some calls on Monday to see if my financial aid will transfer.

There is always the proverbial tertium quid and more than just these two options. I could do neither and just crawl into a hole and not ever think about my job or my life again. I'm kind of ruling that option out. Besides, I also sent my "above average" GMAT scores to Harvard...

I found $5!!!

It's Canadian, but well, that's worth a whole lot more than it used to be. I wish I could use my Canadian money to get some corn on the cob and go skiing on Lake Erie.

I know, twice in one day after so long with nothing.

I'm off to go start pricing out heart rate monitors...

Also, today I carried a Venti Frappuccino in the water bottle cage of my bicycle.

Something I'm thinking about...

mostly because of all the cool gadgets I could buy...

Ironman

and this:

Nike+

I'm not sure I want to actually say that I want to try and do this, but I'm thinking about it.

The Prayer of Jabez and other high school musings

Well, I found an old journal I kept from when I was 16 until I was 18 and I decided it was time to hit the blog again.

A lot has happened in the last 7 months. I work here now: Logos School Materials. I'm the Marketing Director. But I also manage shipping and production. It's kind of a small operation, but it's a great job and I really like it.


I no longer sell cars, I no longer arrange silk flowers, I no longer paint or do bookkeeping, I no longer live in a duplex, or a basement or a cow pasture.

I have a "real" desk job and I live in an apartment building. It's an old converted house near two big old churches so I hear creaky staircases and church bells all day. We call it The Carlyle because the bedroom is through a hole in the closet.

I'm (hopefully, I'll know by the end of the month) going to attend the Executive MBA at the University of Idaho in the fall. That will be cool. I may even have a car to drive up to the classes in Coeur d'Alene, still working on that one.

I've been on a business trip to Austin, TX for the annual Association of Classical Christian Schools. I sold a TON of stuff. Because that's what I do, I sell school (and homeschool) curriculum.

I ride my bicycle a lot now too.

And I go to the laundromat.