Don't bother with me, God.

Here's something that makes me think. The following quote taken from a random file I came across on the internet. Scrolled through it quickly and that line caught my eye :3

"She lifted her fist into the air. 'Don't bother me with God.'"
--Anonymous

At first I thought it said "Don't bother with me, God." Sounded to me like a voice of independence and strength and, somehow, at the same time...defeat. Now that I've read it again and realized what it actually says...I'm not sure which way is better. ^_^

I want to include, also, another thing that makes me think.



Afghan children in Kabul, the cover image from an article about Afghan druglords and NATO's increasing involvement in the country. Although I'm not sure of the childrens' relevence to the article, it's a fairly stirring image in my opinion...Look at the stress and exhaustion that girl is showing. The maturity. The hardships that she's seen already. The way she sits, protecting her brother, like a parent. Like someone ten times her age. It makes me sad. He has no shoes. And hers, with those colorfully hopeful little flowers on those filthy little feet.

Speaking of places far, far away...Many things have recently motivated me to learn more about my heritage. Months ago, I started reading up on Slavic mythology. It fell to the back of my mind, but has returned with my rental of "Everything is Illuminated" and the recent WGN feature on Whiting, Indiana's Pierogi Festival. I've never made pierogies from scratch, but now I plan to. I don't want to lose my history. It's too important to me.

Here's what seems to be a good recipe for pierogies. I'd like to get one from my Gramma Slota, but...she's not the type of woman who cooks from a recipe :3 I admire that.

Note to self #1: Check out this website for fun new recipes.

Spent the day downtown with Mom, Rachel, and Aunt Kathie. Arby's for lunch. Funny homeless guy telling us about birds dropping from the trees due to the heat :3 Had a psycho old foreign bitch give me a make-over at the Dior counter in Marshall Fields. XD She made me pretty, but she got mad when I wouldn't buy her fifty-dollar foundation :/ No, thank you, Crazy Dior Lady. No, thank you. Bought a cute shirt at Nordstrom and a scarf which I really didn't need in the heat of downtown Chicago XD Then headed to Ford's Oriental Theatre for Wicked :3 It was-...well -_- *sigh* wicked, i must say. It was phenomenal. The singing was fabulous. The outfits...fantastic. And the script was genuinely enjoyable :3 hilarious. I had a thoroughly good time.

I have to remember to go downtown more often >3 While I'm still around.

Note to self #2: Remember to post progress shots of how the garden is doing. <3