It's the flame in all of us the same...

My fingernails are all nice and painted.  I like that.  They're getting sort of longish.  Which is good, because it means I'm not biting them all off.

Apparently the stars are remarkable tonight.

Tonight we went to Luke Vespestad's birthday party.  Then he split his head open on a coffee table and had to go get stitches.  So we came home.  The boys ended up going back to spend the night anyway, but with no lightsabers.

Mom is singing loud with no music.  Because she is listening to the iPod Patrick gave me.  I will let him have it back when I buy one, if he wants, or I will just buy it from him.

This is Mara's Mom:  At least I'm singing on key.  I think.  Am I?  Wait. Don't answer that Mara.

Mara's not back yet, so I'll tell you about her rat.  It loves her.  You can tell.  It wants to snuggle with her and stuff.  He could run anywhere he wants to, but he stays close to her and burrows into her clothes.  It's funny.

She just brought in a pile of CD's to transfer.  Geoff Moore Evolution is on top with TFK Flame In All Of Us following behind.  Next comes Anberlin Lost Songs and then Stellar Kart.  And then a bunch more.

Speaking of CD's, everyone must get Tenth Avenue North's CD.  Or borrow it from me.  Awesome CD.

OK, the iPod made a doo-duh-lee-loo sound and she tapped Geoff Moore and said something, but I'm listening to Hilllsong United so I don't know what I'm supposed to do.  She's tapping the screen.  Now she's saying, "El clicko por favor."  She has not quit speaking Spanglish since we got back from Mexico.  She even texts me in Spanglish.  Which reminds me...Prairie Fest is having a Texting Competition.  How horrid is that?  Completely, I tell you.  What's worse?  They aren't having the Talent Show.  Which reminds me...they ARE having some kind of singing competition with a $250 prize and Mara is being rather noncommittal and apathetic about it, so y'all should do some convincing.  For crying out loud, it's a shot at a lot of free money.

She's back.  And she's eating cheese crackers.  Geoff Moore has successfully been transferred, as has Mae and Deas Vail.  This now ends my stream of consciousness...

Okay.  Now back to me blogging.  So, the iPod thing is doing great.  Luke's head is now all stitched back together.  These cheese crackers are not very good.  In fact, they sort of taste like cardboard with the cheese powder you get in boxed macaroni and cheese.

So, this year I think we are going to Lifelight again.  There are going to be some pretty awesome bands there this year (Switchfoot, The Afters, Lincoln Brewster, Remedy Drive, Family Force 5, Natalie Grant, Sanctus Real, etc), and probably some pretty lame but equally entertaining ones.  There are also some nifty sounding seminars that I'd like to go to.  Lincoln Brewster and Jared Anderson (not sure who he is) are doing a worship seminar, and the To Write Love On Her Arms guy is doing one, and lots more.  I'm excited to go.  It's in less than a month though, so if that is going to happen then we should probably get truckin' with the planning and all.  Although, last year, if I'm remembering right, it wasn't until like 2 weeks before that we even decided to go.  However, I prefer to have things planned somewhat before diving in head first.  I'm just sort of a loser that way.

Copeland is seriously one of the best bands ever.

Stiiiillll trucking along on these CDs.  I want to have everything ripped by tomorrow night, but we'll see how that goes.  Sometimes I get distracted.

Thursday we are going to the fair.  We will be getting there obscenely early in the morning, because WHO is trying to break the record for 'most people taking a bite out of a corndog at one time' and gosh, who wouldn't want to be involved in that?  Plus, the corndog is free and then we don't have to pay to get into the fair.  So we'll see the butter version of Shawn Johnson and walk around and do whatever you do at the fair and then come home.  Good times, I tell you.

Facebook is interesting, because it is really nice to be friends with all sorts of people you would normally have a hard time keeping up on, but that chat thing drives me insane sometimes.  Sometimes I just don't want to IM anyone, and I should have the freedom to lie about my online status like I do with Windows Live Messenger or AIM or GTalk, but no, I have no choice but to be seen as 'online'.  So then, people think I hate them because I don't respond to their IMs, and then I feel bad, but I still ignore them because Facebook is just stupid that way.  Good grief.

Apparently you can turn Facebook chat off.  Now I feel sort of stupid.

Underoath is good, too.

Lewispaul, one of my three favorite Harms boys, is getting HUGE.  I kid you not.  He looks so old.  He's like, a kid now!  None of that baby stuff anymore.  Good gracious, before I know it he'll be asking me where his sippy cup is instead of just squawking untiI bring it to him.  This is just no good, I tell you.  I feel so old.

Alright, I am going to finish up these CDs and head to bed.  I am sleepy.

Mara Tenille


  1. I think this might be the hugest blog post you've ever typed.

    End of the Spear was a good movie. I'm going to Google Mincayani.

  2. I am still jealous of your rat. I was also jealous of your cheese crackers, until you reported on the taste.

    You should totally do the singing competition at Praire Fest, Mara. There really isn't much of an excuse to not use your tremendous talent, anyway, and if you can get money out of it, you'll be that much closer to paying for the iPod.

    I think Bennett's younger brother is going to be at Lifelight.

    Your statement regarding Copeland is probably the most veracious thing that has ever been said concerning them. W00t.

    Facebook is nice for blogless social networking, but Facebook chat is more trouble than it's worth, I think.

    Underoath and State Fairs are both pretty stinking sweet, although I've never been to State Fair, so I'm just takin' people's word for it. Show those corndogs who's boss, yo!

  3. Mara for the win yesterday!

    "Your head is a meatball...except it's covered in skin and facial features."