She's What?

The Office, Season Four, "Goodbye, Toby":

Did anything in the above photo catch your eye? If you're a guy, you didn't see anything strange. If you're a gal, you noticed something. Angela Kinsey, who plays uptight accountant Angela Martin, is wearing a light blouse and a dark jumper. And wait! Her arms don't look right. Why would her arms be folded that way? It doesn't look natural... She must be pregnant. And she was for most of Season 4, but her pregnancy did not fit in with her character's life, so they used little tricks to hide it. On many occasions, she would hide behind her desk, the copier, a bouquet of flowers, another actor, or a door.

Sometimes they just shot her from the chest up.

If you're a guy and still don't believe me, take a look at the following photo. It shows Angela (and Rainn Wilson) at her onset baby shower. There's no getting around the fact that she is expecting.

While watching the later episodes of Season 4, my mom and I immediately picked up on Angela's pregnancy and would mention something about it, with my dad being oblivious: "What? She's pregnant?" Upon talking to other fellow Office fans, it seems the trend is strong: Gals were aware of Angela's pregnancy, while guys were clueless.

Closer to Fine - The Indigo Girls

Here's to friends.

I'm trying to tell you something about my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white
And the best thing you've ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously
Its only life after all
Yeah

Well darkness has a hunger that's insatiable
And lightness has a call that's hard to hear
I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it
I'm crawling on your shores

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
And the less I seek my source for some definitive
(the less I seek my source)
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine

And I went to see the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry or see a b-grade movie
He graded my performance, he said he could see through me
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind
Got my paper and I was free

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
(the less I seek my source)
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine

I stopped by the bar at 3 a.m.
To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend
And I woke up with a headache like my head against a board Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before
And I went in seeking clarity.

I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
Yeah we go to the doctor, we go to the mountains
We look to the children, we drink from the fountains
Yeah we go to the bible, we go through the workout
We read up on revival and we stand up for the lookout
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
(the less I seek my source)
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine
The closer I am to fine

Disclaimer: (What's a good Emily post w/out a disclaimer?!) I believe there is Truth and an Answer. I like these lyrics in terms of the temporal life we have now.

To Seek or Not to Seek?

I am single. I’m not going to say how much I love being single or how much I hate it. My feelings aren’t the point of this post. My aim is to convey the contrast in two kinds of thought regarding my singleness and to find out what you think.

I have two friends. Both of them are married, and I consider both of them to be more mature than me in the Christian faith. But they each have their own thoughts toward how a single person should live.

Friend A thinks that I should “get myself out there.” He believes single people shouldn’t merely pray that God bring them a spouse, but they need to be actively looking for someone who fits their requirements. (And if you’re female, you should not hide yourself in a closet, but make sure a large number of available guys know you exist.)

He has told me many times that I should church hop for this purpose. When I protest, saying I love the service I currently attend and would hate to go to another just to snag a guy, he says that it’s not a good enough excuse. He believes that asking God for something without actively doing your part is senseless.

Friend B believes that I should not concern myself with looking for a spouse. He thinks I should just follow God throughout my day and week, trusting that He will basically smack me in the face when the right person comes my way. I shouldn’t do anything differently just to find someone. For a guy or a girl to actively look for a significant other would be to take matters into his or her own hands and would be to tell God, “I don’t need you. I can do things on my own.”

Both friends seem logical in their own ways, yet they are just about as similar as night and day. So, what are your thoughts? Do you think one way makes more sense or is more biblical than the other? Or does it even matter which route someone takes?

Airy Diction

I was wrong. Did you hear that? I was wrong.

I gave someone a hard time the other day for saying "supposably," thinking it was the incorrect and nonexistant form of "supposedly." I looked it up, as I promised, and it actually exists!

The next word up for inspection? Grovel.

Note to Self No. 32

When a friend gives you advice, listen to it. (And that means all of it, not just part of it.)

This weekend I tried something new... tanning. This wasn't for vanity's sake, at least that's what I'd like to think. This was for the sake of my bridesmaid dress. I had developed a slight farmer's tan over the summer and thought a little tanning bed action might help me out. Upon hearing of my plans, a friend or two cautioned me to only go a few minutes. I agreed with them, but when it came down to it, I added a few more minutes.

The ten on Friday were okay; part of me only became slightly pink. After a couple days, I decided to up my time to 15 minutes on Sunday. I followed this with my usual Sunday afternoon nap, after which, I awoke to slight stiffness. As the evening wore on, my shades of pink quickly darkened to [wait for it] red. So my tanning escapades have probably come to an end.

As I moved around last night and today, I remembered scenes from the I Love Lucy episode where Lucy gets burnt to a crisp. And I definitely had a moment last night in which I could have sworn I was going to lose my supper. But my usual routine, which includes immediately sipping cool water, quickly subdued the situation.

However, the tanning hasn't made things much worse. I think it did even out my previous tan lines a little, and most of the red will be covered by the dress. And there's still several days for it to significantly fade.

Now if I only had a few bruises, my patriotic look would be complete.

Volleyball

Apparently it is possible to become sore from standing around for a few hours and occasionally coming into contact with a volleyball. Although the game I play is called "pretend you're going to get the ball but step away at the last second" -ball. Or "watch the ball hit the ground next to you" -ball. It's really amazing that my teammates didn't commit murder yesterday.

Who Am I?

I don’t know who I am. Well, I didn’t know who I was on Sunday…

Sunday afternoon I was at Miranda’s bridal shower, which I enjoyed. My main responsibility for the event was putting together some games.

The first game was called “Who Am I?” This involved me taping names of famous females, whether real or fictitious, onto the backs of the guests as they arrived. The guests were then to figure out who they were by asking people around them “yes” or “no” questions. I wasn’t planning on participating, since I had personally selected each name and thought it would be an unfair advantage. Miranda, however, decided I needed to play, too, and taped a name onto me.

Guess who the last person was to figure out her mystery identity??? If you guessed “Emily,” you are correct. This being the case, even thought I had a head start on most of the participants. I was working with this information: I was fictitious, possibly a cartoon, had blonde hair and an unbelievable figure. It wasn’t until Miranda exclaimed, “You used to date Ken!” that I had an epiphany: I am Barbie. Or I was, rather, for an afternoon.

On a side note, don’t break into Christ’s Covenant Church. The alarm that goes off is very loud. And the police show up.