I Want to Go to There part II (the Narnia Edition)

I recently endeavored and succeeded in reading all seven of the Chronicles of Narnia. I LOVED THEM. I want to go to Narnia like nobody's business. And maybe marry Prince Caspian. No big deal.

Besides picturing Ben Barnes as Prince/King Caspian and being quite satisfied with that, there are a few other aspects of the books that I fell in love with. I have a few favorite characters. I think I've actually narrowed it down to two: Edmund and Aslan. Lucy and Peter are great, don't get me wrong. I think they're fantastic but I also think sometimes they are a little too good. I didn't like the portrayal of Peter in the movie, Prince Caspian. But at the same time, at least he had some faults in the movie. In the book he's just straight as an arrow. I have as big a crush on William Moseley as anyone else though. It just happens to be a little lesser than the one on Caspian.

Anyway, I digress. I've tried to analyze my feelings regarding Edmund and Aslan to discover why they are my favorites. I think we Aslan I feel a little like Lucy, I always want to see him and I never get enough of him when he's there. He portrays for me very closely what a relationship with Heavenly Father/Christ feels like and I want to know more of him/Them so badly. At the same time, it takes work and as badly as I want that and I feel that desire, I am not always willing to put forth the time and the effort. But we learn and we understand better how to do this bit by bit, just like the Pevensies.

(This is one of my favorite parts, I think it accurately and beautifully depicts the relationship between the sinner and the Savior)

This is, I think, the very reason I love Edmund's character so much. I can relate to him. I admire him for his bravery in overcoming his error. I admire his change of character and growth within The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and relish in the apparent change between that story and the others he is present in. He is more real to me than the other Pevensies (excluding Susan I suppose, but I never liked her much and after reading all of the stories I feel as if my preconcieved notions are justified. She may be real but not the type of realness that I would like to be.)

I don't suppose my Christmas break could have been better spent. I was captivated by the tale of A Horse and His Boy and the Golden Age of Narnia under High King Peter.
The idea of Narnia being surrounded by other lands and peoples was new to me. I also enjoyed exploring the Narnia underground in The Silver Chair. And the depiction of heaven in The Last Battle, while not completely accurate to my faith (but comfortingly close) on the matter, was certainly not a place I'd mind staying for eternity.

A New Addition

I didn't exactly reach my goal, but Santa thought I deserved this thing anyway. He also bought me new tires. Just try and tell me Santa's not real.

Boys in Footie Pajamas

Little boys in footie pajamas are one of my favorite things in the whole wide world. Last night I got to watch three little boys who were wearing them. Consequently these are some of my favorite boys in the whole world. Thus last night was one of my favorite nights.
As I wrapped them up in their blankets like little bean and cheese burritos I realized I'm gonna have so much fun with my own little burritos. But for now, I'm good with these ones--even if they try to remove my fingers because I'm tickling them too much, they won't wash off whatever poop ended up on their faces, or they can't quite get behind the idea of "Rock, Paper, Scissors". (By the way, why are the scissors plural?)

In Amy Jo's Classroom

I'm supposed to be observing Amy Jo's class right now but I've never sat in a teacher's lounge and learned about the ear and why people are deaf.

I'm Sure You're All Wondering...

...if there is any way possible for me to actually make 2300 cookies in a little over two months. Let me assure you, there is. I will do it.

That is all. Yeah, that's all I have to say right now.

Over and out.

I Want to Go to There

Spiral Jetty

Ohhhh Now I Get It

"It says here:
The average unmarried female
Basically insecure
Due to some long frustration may react
With psychosomatic symptoms
Difficult to endure
Affecting the upper resperatory tract.

In other words, just from waiting around for that plain little band of gold
A person can develop a cold."

Thank you Guys and Dolls, this explains why I am always sick. I get it.