That’s not a typo. Signing, not singing, is what I’ll be doing tomorrow night at Joshua Revolution’s Niagara ’12 conference. The first session of the conference starts at 7 p.m., though I’m not sure when I actually get on stage to sign. When I find out I’ll update the info here.
The link to watch is: http://niagaraconference.org. The live video feed will be available tomorrow night on the homepage.
The song I’ll be signing is “Midnight Cry” and Joseph Larson will be singing it.
I’ve been going to this conference since 2000. I went for years as a student with my youth group, then as a volunteer, and the last several years as a photographer. This is the last year of the conference so it’s a great time to make memories, have fun, and get no sleep as per usual.
Let me know if you’re able to watch it live! If I get a copy of the video afterward, I’ll post it here.
I would say I’m about 95% settled in my new place. I have a couple decorations to get up on the walls and some tupperware to tame but other than that I’m set. There’s this funny quirk that has happened more than once where my smoke detector goes off if I take a shower with the door open. It also happens when the door is closed though. So that’s cute. There’s not a single level surface in my apartment. The floors especially slope one way or another and it kind of feels like you’re on a ship out at sea as you walk through the rooms.
I think I’ve already mentioned that I don’t have internet at my place. I only get two television channels. I still manage to fill my time and not feel like I’ve wasted a lot of hours. I read a lot, crochet, watch movies I’ve been meaning to watch (like Braveheart) and clean.
The weekend before Halloween Lindsey and I got dressed up and went to a bar. I was a flapper and Lindsey was a dead ringer for Rosie the Riveter. She was a big hit.
Since it snowed yesterday I have decided to hole up in my cabin until spring. It seems the most reasonable thing to do. I don’t travel well in cold or rainy weather. There was a reason I was born in Louisiana.
I can’t think of all the other things I was going to write. Lucky you.
I moved into a new apartment last week-ish. I made the choice to not have internet installed. I don’t miss it that much. I didn’t even remember to check my e-mail today until 5:30 p.m. while sitting in a coffee shop. That’s a glorious feeling, considering I lived most of my life without it. Living the simple life. Also, I like disappearing.
I’m working on organizing my place still. And cleaning away the evidence of the grody person who lived there before me. It took seven days to get the gas turned on for heat and hot water. THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN.*
This post is not really saying anything. Except that I may not post a lot. Which is kind of how it was anyway.
I’m glad we had this talk.
See you soon.
Andy and I went to Trevor’s house last night. We had awesome pizza and a bajillion wings, bought a pumpkin, marshmallows, lighter fluid, peanut butter cups, graham crackers and a horse. Okay, everything except the horse.
It took us (and when I say us I mean Andy and Trevor) about 17 tries to get the bonfire going for longer than two seconds. We used up the entire bottle of lighter fluid within about 15 minutes. There were two old Christmas trees to burn and we were excited for the raging inferno that would come of it. There was a lot of “that’s what she said” and way too much who’d you rather conversations happening during the night. I earned a status upgrade from the boys when I dropped my freshly assembled peanut butter cup s’more on the ground and promptly picked it up, pulled the grass off and inhaled it. Apparently guys like that. Am I cool yet?
We had decided earlier, after eating, that we were too lazy and stuffed to actually carve the pumpkin and roast the seeds, so the only logical thing left to do was burn it. First, we (and by we I mean Trev) poked some holes in it and dribbled in the last of the lighter fluid. Then it was placed on the fire. Nothing happened. It just…wilted. Eventually. It smelled like a light pumpkin incense I guess.
I woke up this morning still smelling like a campfire and I almost cried when I went to take a shower, knowing that the smell would be gone. I’m still a little melancholy about it. Me love fire.
It was a good night.
It was a busy Thursday afternoon. Con and I turned his play set into a pirate’s fort. That is what play sets are for. Blankets over all the sides, a gun, bow and arrow, an eye patch, a hook, a long rope and some swords made the place very homey.
Then we starting getting silly. We ran around screaming like little girls, collected leaves and had a snack. I noticed that he calls gold doubloons “golden blooms.” That is funny.
Then we had a few sword fights. He got the cool Power Rangers Samurai sword while I got stuck with the foam Medieval Knight one. Figures.
Yesterday Lindsey and I shopped on Elmwood and then we dyed her hair with henna when we got back to my place. Henna smells like rotting seaweed. But henna makes hair look awesome. And I finally got to give her a blanket I made. We’ve already established that when I go to her house, the blanket is MINE while I visit. I’m attached to it, okay?
This morning, for the second week in row (woot), I had coffee with one of my most favorite people ever. Trevor is…let’s go with awesome. We also managed to eat some Jimmy John’s today. It’s hard. We survived. It’s good to get a guy’s opinion on how life works and why people do the things they do and stuff. Also, I think that Trev and I are going to maybe, possibly work together in the near future in some capacity. Yessssssss.
Now I’m off to read. And read some more.
Do you guys like these little weekend recaps? Should I do them regularly?
Your turn: How was your weekend? What did you do?
Connor’s the main man in my life. Lately he is obsessed with the topic of marriage. Specifically, who I plan on marrying.
He snuggled up next to me in the recliner today, slipped his skinny little arm around my neck and asked, “Miss Sarah, would you rather marry Frank Sinatra or Justin Beaver*?”
Then I took this picture:
Then he asked, “After we get married what should I call you?”
He decided on “Wife.”
There’s a lot of joy found in conversing with a flirty four-year-old.
*He has the Ken doll version of each singer. This is a classy kid. And yes, he pronounces it Beaver.
This made me laugh. Can’t tell you how many sleepovers I went to as a kid, laying in the dark with my hearing aids in just waiting for someone to start whispering and hoping I wouldn’t miss out. It would be silent for a long time and I would still not take my aids out until I just couldn’t fight sleep anymore.
Bottom line: it’s hard to read lips in the dark.
I’m a big fan of picmonkey.com. It came about after picnik.com dissolved, and I like it better. No Photoshop snobbery to be found here.
Here’s an example of what one of my photos starts out looking like and the transformation that happens. The first photo is SOOC (straight out of the camera). I don’t remember all that I did with the middle photo, but the last one is the daguerreotype camera effect which I love. My other two favorite effects are intrepid and tranquil.
It’s a fun site to play with, so if you haven’t yet discovered it, off you go!