Thanksgiving Review.

I'm kinda glad I didn't go home for the holiday- it was really great having my family here. I kinda forgot how much fun they are :) My grandparents didn't make it into the picture this year....oops.


I'm glad my mom got to hang around Biola for a little while. She came to class with me and was helping out with the people project for a little while. I saw her taking pictures during class, and afterwards when I was looking through them, there were like 8 or 9 of Maggie with a pair of legs on her head...





Here's Andrea right after I finished wrapping her head.

So, in other news...
I had no idea that Mexican jumping beans were real. I thought it was something that an old person probably made up. However, I stand corrected, and I now know that they are real. My mom bought some today. Weirdest things ever. I don't know if I'm alone in my ignorance of bean knowledge, but just in case someone else is in the same boat with me, they jump because there's a little worm that lives in each seed, and they move around inside the bean whenever they react to light and heat. Whoa. And one day they will make a hole in the seed and burrow out of it and become a pupa or something. Ehhhhh.



Dear Nature,
I marvel at your beauty and majesty all the time, but to be quite honest, although you are wonderful and stunning, you are also weird and gross simultaneously (i.e. little worm beans). I hope you are not offended by this letter- this is merely an observation.

Your admirer,
Veronica Burris

"I'm feeling like this, if you can live with that."

I really like being myself. I don't know how that sounds to you, but what I mean is that I think it's wonderful when we find ourselves in a place where we're not entirely concerned with how others perceive us, and we just start assuming that people will like us because we're being exactly who we are.

I embarrass myself daily with things that I say and do, but I'm starting to come to the conclusion that my absurdity is just part of who I actually am, and I guess I'm ok with that. Maybe I just value honesty a lot more now than I have in the past. I don't even know if honesty is the right word. Maybe genuine- but I don't really like that word either. Comfortable. There is something beautiful that happens when we become comfortable with who we are. It makes our shame and self-doubt disappear. I could always make a lot less room for those things in my life.

Go, Mordecai.

I love watching those movies that you haven't seen in forever, but you still remember the title and that one part that was funny, and you think you laughed pretty hard, so you figure that it'd be a good idea to watch it again just because. The Royal Tenenbaums is worth remembering. Pagoda, himself, is worth remembering.

We also watched Love Actually this weekend...it's a good almost-Christmas movie. See it if you haven't already; it's like getting a hug, but you're not actually getting a hug. Because it's just a movie. But it's still good. I think one of my favorite parts is in the opening credits...

"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world,
I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow airport.
General opinion makes out that we live in a world of hatred and greed-
I don't see that.
Seems to me that love is everywhere.
Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy but it's always there."

Kinda nice, huh?

In other news, my parents are coming into town tomorrow. I'm really excited to see my mom- I've needed a hug from that woman for a number of weeks now...

Modest Beginnings

Andrea and I started blogging again. This is like the third attempt for us. We're pretty hopeful this time around, though. Wish us luck...

Andrea's been goofin around with that foam claw for about a week now.