"I refuse to let these young punks in Old Navy commercials have a better holiday than me. It won't happen this year, I tell you!!!!"
He is one of the greatest word smith's around.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Inter-WHAT!?-rupptions
Are conversations becoming extinct?
Relax your furrowed, unbelieving brow for a second, I ask this simply because over the past several weeks I've had the unfortunate experience of being blatantly and rudely inter...Relational etiquette has declined due in part to the mental splicing technology affords.
Where we more often sat and slowly flipped through pages of a book building thought upon thought we are now more accustomed to "clicking" through pages, cutting our thought process off then on again.
That visual inter...Remember that popular catch phrase "instant gratification" that came about with the new millennium, spawned from drive through's and microwaves? Maybe McDonald's is to blame for everything wrong with the world after all!
What better source to attribute the "I want your attention now" attitude foundational of the offender?
That habit of speaking to the multitask-er behind the window might have leaked over into our relationships "yeah, I'll have a number one regardless of who you're talking to already because I'm more important"
The rise of the inter..Hold on I'm getting a call...OK sorry...where was I? oh, right..rupption could also be attributed to call waiting or the textual interruption. Our addiction to not missing a call! has hurt our need to cultivate the conversation we already had going.
& with the rise of txt mgs we have grown in r abilities to summarize & xpect concise responses in return.
The face to face conversation is becoming a lost art. Not the actual act of conversing face to face, the art of conversing face to face. The eye contact, the full attention, the look of confidence as you convey your point, and most importantly the respect for both the listener and the speaker-it's all taking a back seat as we become increasingly dependent on screen to screen conversations.
It is a most degrading feeling to be inter...Respect for someone else's conversation doesn't need a makeover or an overhaul to become trendy it should be that classic button down shirt that no matter what the conversational trend will always be in style.
Relax your furrowed, unbelieving brow for a second, I ask this simply because over the past several weeks I've had the unfortunate experience of being blatantly and rudely inter...Relational etiquette has declined due in part to the mental splicing technology affords.
Where we more often sat and slowly flipped through pages of a book building thought upon thought we are now more accustomed to "clicking" through pages, cutting our thought process off then on again.
That visual inter...Remember that popular catch phrase "instant gratification" that came about with the new millennium, spawned from drive through's and microwaves? Maybe McDonald's is to blame for everything wrong with the world after all!
What better source to attribute the "I want your attention now" attitude foundational of the offender?
That habit of speaking to the multitask-er behind the window might have leaked over into our relationships "yeah, I'll have a number one regardless of who you're talking to already because I'm more important"
The rise of the inter..Hold on I'm getting a call...OK sorry...where was I? oh, right..rupption could also be attributed to call waiting or the textual interruption. Our addiction to not missing a call! has hurt our need to cultivate the conversation we already had going.
& with the rise of txt mgs we have grown in r abilities to summarize & xpect concise responses in return.
The face to face conversation is becoming a lost art. Not the actual act of conversing face to face, the art of conversing face to face. The eye contact, the full attention, the look of confidence as you convey your point, and most importantly the respect for both the listener and the speaker-it's all taking a back seat as we become increasingly dependent on screen to screen conversations.
It is a most degrading feeling to be inter...Respect for someone else's conversation doesn't need a makeover or an overhaul to become trendy it should be that classic button down shirt that no matter what the conversational trend will always be in style.
Friday, December 5, 2008
lol
you should twitter that
hey! he friended me
i don't know, just chacha it
or you can google it
did she tag you in her photo
he blogged about it yesterday
Mickey Mouse called, he wants his verbs back.
hey! he friended me
i don't know, just chacha it
or you can google it
did she tag you in her photo
he blogged about it yesterday
Mickey Mouse called, he wants his verbs back.
er
Running
Clenching
Distracting
Contacting
Fake Smiling
Noah Wyling*
No matter what you do
People will be people
And you know what, sometimes I act stupid too
*hey, he's making a comeback
Clenching
Distracting
Contacting
Fake Smiling
Noah Wyling*
No matter what you do
People will be people
And you know what, sometimes I act stupid too
*hey, he's making a comeback
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Que the slow music and the Bob Saget kneel down...
It's time for the lesson to be learned...
There's a little something that I've been complaining about A LOT lately. I've been complaining because it was something I had to do but there was not a single part of me that wanted to do it.
It was to the point where if the subject was brought up to people I had already complained to they'd speak before I could, "now Elizabeth just calm down"
A sore subject to say the least
As I walked to class yesterday morning I was listening to Joyce Meyer podcast and she was talking about being thankful. She said that if you complain about what you've got, how can God bless you with more? She pointed out all the dangers of complaining and it really spoke to me.
In that moment I decided-I'm going to be thankful that I have this opportunity and I'm not going to complain about it anymore.
Yesterday afternoon I get a phone call that informed me I wasn't going to have to do what I had been complaining about after all.
Now had I received that phone call before I made the decision to stop complaining I would have done back handsprings of joy.
But now, I just had to laugh at myself and picture the whole thing as if it were the end of a Full House episode where the slow/pensive music starts and Jesus was kneeling down Bob Saget style saying,
"See what happens when we decide to be thankful?"
There's a little something that I've been complaining about A LOT lately. I've been complaining because it was something I had to do but there was not a single part of me that wanted to do it.
It was to the point where if the subject was brought up to people I had already complained to they'd speak before I could, "now Elizabeth just calm down"
A sore subject to say the least
As I walked to class yesterday morning I was listening to Joyce Meyer podcast and she was talking about being thankful. She said that if you complain about what you've got, how can God bless you with more? She pointed out all the dangers of complaining and it really spoke to me.
In that moment I decided-I'm going to be thankful that I have this opportunity and I'm not going to complain about it anymore.
Yesterday afternoon I get a phone call that informed me I wasn't going to have to do what I had been complaining about after all.
Now had I received that phone call before I made the decision to stop complaining I would have done back handsprings of joy.
But now, I just had to laugh at myself and picture the whole thing as if it were the end of a Full House episode where the slow/pensive music starts and Jesus was kneeling down Bob Saget style saying,
"See what happens when we decide to be thankful?"
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Know You're Role
I just suffered through..I mean watched Jessica Simpson perform on the Ellen Degenerous show on YouTube from when she was on this week and I couldn't help but wonder...Why is she famous again?
I've got a very strong love/hate deal going with that family because first and foremost I don't agree with their early career moves, especially Jessica's and how she started off in the Christian world and quickly changed to secular music citing her boobs as the reason. (I do however drool over her line of shoes and found myself buying her edible makeup at one point.)
But her voice and performing skills leave one questioning the people behind her label, what were they thinking?
And Ashley she's got a great voice and I think she's a better performer but her reality show revealed the fact that she's nasty to her mom and has an intense potty mouth.
And these are the girls others look up to? Oh gosh.
It's like the blind leading the blind.
Just like "The Hills" or more adequately titled "The Insecure" My only hope as I watch that show (with the car wreck metaphor playing strongly in my head...can't...look...away...)is that other girls who are just as insecure see how people like Heidi and Audrina throw themselves away to trash boyfriends and hopefully those girls watching somehow pull from that more respect for themselves.
*shivers* I cannot dwell on the thought of these people being labeled "role models" because while they may be able to pull off the part of the model, they are vastly unaware of the significant role they play.
I've got a very strong love/hate deal going with that family because first and foremost I don't agree with their early career moves, especially Jessica's and how she started off in the Christian world and quickly changed to secular music citing her boobs as the reason. (I do however drool over her line of shoes and found myself buying her edible makeup at one point.)
But her voice and performing skills leave one questioning the people behind her label, what were they thinking?
And Ashley she's got a great voice and I think she's a better performer but her reality show revealed the fact that she's nasty to her mom and has an intense potty mouth.
And these are the girls others look up to? Oh gosh.
It's like the blind leading the blind.
Just like "The Hills" or more adequately titled "The Insecure" My only hope as I watch that show (with the car wreck metaphor playing strongly in my head...can't...look...away...)is that other girls who are just as insecure see how people like Heidi and Audrina throw themselves away to trash boyfriends and hopefully those girls watching somehow pull from that more respect for themselves.
*shivers* I cannot dwell on the thought of these people being labeled "role models" because while they may be able to pull off the part of the model, they are vastly unaware of the significant role they play.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Grace in your face
There's really nothing to compare the special love between a pet and their owner.
The last for years of my life has been the first time I've ever lived without an animal...hopefully that will soon change :)
Until then I enjoy Sarah's cat Gershwin and my Mother-in-laws dogs Brodie and Gracie.
I mean how can you not enjoy a face like this....
Gracie: "What?"
The last for years of my life has been the first time I've ever lived without an animal...hopefully that will soon change :)
Until then I enjoy Sarah's cat Gershwin and my Mother-in-laws dogs Brodie and Gracie.
I mean how can you not enjoy a face like this....
Gracie: "What?"
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sunday. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday.
When things start that spiraly motion and the only thought you can wrap your brain around is "whats going on?" you have to say
I'll stand
When you know beyond question beyond even an inkling of wonder that you are in the center of God's will and plans change in a way you never thought possible, you've got to position yourself
with arms high and heart abandoned
Because our finite minds with all the wisdom in the world could never contrive the plans He has for us that are thick with pleasure, and knowing that we must live
In awe of the one who gave it all
So I'll choose to stand my soul Lord to You Surrender,
I choose to say and live that All I am is Yours
I'll stand
When you know beyond question beyond even an inkling of wonder that you are in the center of God's will and plans change in a way you never thought possible, you've got to position yourself
with arms high and heart abandoned
Because our finite minds with all the wisdom in the world could never contrive the plans He has for us that are thick with pleasure, and knowing that we must live
In awe of the one who gave it all
So I'll choose to stand my soul Lord to You Surrender,
I choose to say and live that All I am is Yours
Monday, November 17, 2008
30
the number of subjects to post about that have gone through my head in the past...two weeks.
0
the number I can recall in this moment to write about
234459393847575783987483787,43587589487985684746355267475056,487387575768690...
how much I'm glad you read my blog even when I don't have something significant to talk about :)
0
the number I can recall in this moment to write about
234459393847575783987483787,43587589487985684746355267475056,487387575768690...
how much I'm glad you read my blog even when I don't have something significant to talk about :)
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Great Comfort.
You who sit down in the High God's presence, spend the night in Shaddai's shadow,
Say this: "God, you're my refuge.
I trust in you and I'm safe!"
That's right—he rescues you from hidden traps,
shields you from deadly hazards.
His huge outstretched arms protect you—
under them you're perfectly safe;
his arms fend off all harm.
Fear nothing—not wild wolves in the night,
not flying arrows in the day,
Not disease that prowls through the darkness,
not disaster that erupts at high noon.
Even though others succumb all around,
drop like flies right and left,
no harm will even graze you.
You'll stand untouched, watch it all from a distance,
watch the wicked turn into corpses.
Yes, because God's your refuge,
the High God your very own home,
Evil can't get close to you,
harm can't get through the door.
He ordered his angels
to guard you wherever you go.
If you stumble, they'll catch you;
their job is to keep you from falling.
You'll walk unharmed among lions and snakes,
and kick young lions and serpents from the path.
"If you'll hold on to me for dear life," says God,
"I'll get you out of any trouble.
I'll give you the best of care
if you'll only get to know and trust me.
Call me and I'll answer, be at your side in bad times;
I'll rescue you, then throw you a party.
I'll give you a long life,
give you a long drink of salvation!"
Psalms 91 The Message.
Say this: "God, you're my refuge.
I trust in you and I'm safe!"
That's right—he rescues you from hidden traps,
shields you from deadly hazards.
His huge outstretched arms protect you—
under them you're perfectly safe;
his arms fend off all harm.
Fear nothing—not wild wolves in the night,
not flying arrows in the day,
Not disease that prowls through the darkness,
not disaster that erupts at high noon.
Even though others succumb all around,
drop like flies right and left,
no harm will even graze you.
You'll stand untouched, watch it all from a distance,
watch the wicked turn into corpses.
Yes, because God's your refuge,
the High God your very own home,
Evil can't get close to you,
harm can't get through the door.
He ordered his angels
to guard you wherever you go.
If you stumble, they'll catch you;
their job is to keep you from falling.
You'll walk unharmed among lions and snakes,
and kick young lions and serpents from the path.
"If you'll hold on to me for dear life," says God,
"I'll get you out of any trouble.
I'll give you the best of care
if you'll only get to know and trust me.
Call me and I'll answer, be at your side in bad times;
I'll rescue you, then throw you a party.
I'll give you a long life,
give you a long drink of salvation!"
Psalms 91 The Message.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
hmm
Looks like all the media-puppets...*cough* I mean Americans wanting change...got their way last night.
It is good to know how to persuade my generation though
Just throw some shinny "change" in their face and they'll blindly follow.
Shinny change! Shinny Change!
It is good to know how to persuade my generation though
Just throw some shinny "change" in their face and they'll blindly follow.
Shinny change! Shinny Change!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Twenty Five years of being me
Birthdays are the best.
And since the number of times people have asked me how old I am has grown exponentially since having a ring on my finger I think about growing older more often, and when I do I'm excited.
Being older affords you the ability to better appreciate the silly things in life. We can spend less time thinking about things we don't know and more about the things that make life great.
I have a lot of thoughts on this subject but not a lot of ways in which to convey them since this post has required several rewrites...I guess what I'm trying to say is that the future gets me excited not only because I'm confident in the great things God has for me, but also because I know that no matter how old I get, I'm always going to laugh when someone says "do, do" in a sentence.
:)
It's exciting to start another twenty five years of being me.
And since the number of times people have asked me how old I am has grown exponentially since having a ring on my finger I think about growing older more often, and when I do I'm excited.
Being older affords you the ability to better appreciate the silly things in life. We can spend less time thinking about things we don't know and more about the things that make life great.
I have a lot of thoughts on this subject but not a lot of ways in which to convey them since this post has required several rewrites...I guess what I'm trying to say is that the future gets me excited not only because I'm confident in the great things God has for me, but also because I know that no matter how old I get, I'm always going to laugh when someone says "do, do" in a sentence.
:)
It's exciting to start another twenty five years of being me.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
the art of loosing myself in bringing Him praise
We just got done with an all worship night in youth, and as I stood on the stage and sang I thought...
This is so much bigger then me and anything I could ever do
Of all the places in the world there is no place I'd rather be then leading others to worship Him.
God is worthy of all praise and I want to spend the rest of my life like I did tonight in complete admiration of Him.
This is so much bigger then me and anything I could ever do
Of all the places in the world there is no place I'd rather be then leading others to worship Him.
God is worthy of all praise and I want to spend the rest of my life like I did tonight in complete admiration of Him.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Musing lazily on love
Am I lost of just less found?
On the straight or on the round about of the wrong way?
I had other intentions for this blog but the Brooke Fraser song that's playing in my head would directly me differently.
Thanks to some friends with impeccable taste in music ;) I have recently been introduced to one of the greatest singer/songwriters I've known for a long time. (anyone to compare her to doesn't immediately come to mind)
The ironic thing is I've been singing her worship songs for months if not years already and so it's as if I've been introduced to someone whose path I've already crossed.
Brooke Fraser is a word smith when it comes to writing, crafting both intimate worship songs ("Shawdowfeet") and love songs ("The Thief")-a talent that has been blatantly lacking in most Christian music as far as I'm concerned.
Not only that but her voice is like a treasure trove of ability and as she sings she unfolds her talent in a way that allows the listener to slowly drink her in.
Speaking of drink, my first impression of this album (and if i wrote a CD review column this would be the opening sentence)...is that I'd love to liquefy her music and live off of it's lyrical nutrients for as long as it could sustain me.
It's just that good.
Anyone who can take the words of the greatest writer of all time-C.S. Lewis and sing them so beautiful has my uninhibited support for as long as we both shall live.
Haha so in case i didn't make it clear-Brooke Fraser's album Albertine* (correct spelling thanks to carly :)...Two thumbs up so high they would need some oxygen.
On the straight or on the round about of the wrong way?
I had other intentions for this blog but the Brooke Fraser song that's playing in my head would directly me differently.
Thanks to some friends with impeccable taste in music ;) I have recently been introduced to one of the greatest singer/songwriters I've known for a long time. (anyone to compare her to doesn't immediately come to mind)
The ironic thing is I've been singing her worship songs for months if not years already and so it's as if I've been introduced to someone whose path I've already crossed.
Brooke Fraser is a word smith when it comes to writing, crafting both intimate worship songs ("Shawdowfeet") and love songs ("The Thief")-a talent that has been blatantly lacking in most Christian music as far as I'm concerned.
Not only that but her voice is like a treasure trove of ability and as she sings she unfolds her talent in a way that allows the listener to slowly drink her in.
Speaking of drink, my first impression of this album (and if i wrote a CD review column this would be the opening sentence)...is that I'd love to liquefy her music and live off of it's lyrical nutrients for as long as it could sustain me.
It's just that good.
Anyone who can take the words of the greatest writer of all time-C.S. Lewis and sing them so beautiful has my uninhibited support for as long as we both shall live.
Haha so in case i didn't make it clear-Brooke Fraser's album Albertine* (correct spelling thanks to carly :)...Two thumbs up so high they would need some oxygen.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Wednesday
Didn’t get to bed till 5:30 Monday night/Tuesday morning and went to bed with work left to do. Thankfully I explained to my teacher all that’s going on with me right now and she granted me an extension. God bless Proffesor Robin Gray Nicks.
Here’s something interesting to hold you over till I can post again...
Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Here’s something interesting to hold you over till I can post again...
Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Ravings of a sleepless woman
It's 3:35 am, I have two papers due by 9:40 am and I have yet to write one word of either.
I've researched one, even have a detailed outline ready to go but for some unknown reason that I'm trying not to curse about, the first word of what to write completely escapes me.
MY GOD it's 3:30 in the MORNING
at this point i anticipate no sleep but inspiration would be SUPER
the other paper i've tried to research but have come up with nothing which frustrates me beyond words
i've never experienced this in my entire life
and if this post could be in all caps without being annoying i would do just that
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING
I've researched one, even have a detailed outline ready to go but for some unknown reason that I'm trying not to curse about, the first word of what to write completely escapes me.
MY GOD it's 3:30 in the MORNING
at this point i anticipate no sleep but inspiration would be SUPER
the other paper i've tried to research but have come up with nothing which frustrates me beyond words
i've never experienced this in my entire life
and if this post could be in all caps without being annoying i would do just that
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
MarCat Square
A cat stopped my tracks yesterday
There he sat not definably white, nor black
With no care, no worry, very matter of fact
I stood and I watched and I waited for act
But the cat just sat
So I sat back
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
God bless Rita AND her ice
As i write this my mouth waters in anticipation of my subject...
There are some things, that as i pulled out of Jacksonville and drove away, i realized i would miss forever. (that sounds terribly dramatic, but tis true)
...my house
the beach...
..forever21...i could go on...
high on that list was a little place called "Rita's Italian Ice"
I'm not one for chocolate, but i am most definitely one for the sour/creamy combination which is just what you get with one of their decadent gillatos (sp?)
(seriously my mouth spigotts are on full blast just typing out the words)
SO when i found out that a rita's is coming to knoxville!!! it warms my heart and moistens my mouth to think that a piece of home is coming to me
How grateful I will be for that first pleasurable bite into one of the greatest desserts of all times.
Not as grateful as i would be with a forever21 at my doorstep, but grateful enough to give them all the business they need to stay open :)
There are some things, that as i pulled out of Jacksonville and drove away, i realized i would miss forever. (that sounds terribly dramatic, but tis true)
...my house
the beach...
..forever21...i could go on...
high on that list was a little place called "Rita's Italian Ice"
I'm not one for chocolate, but i am most definitely one for the sour/creamy combination which is just what you get with one of their decadent gillatos (sp?)
(seriously my mouth spigotts are on full blast just typing out the words)
SO when i found out that a rita's is coming to knoxville!!! it warms my heart and moistens my mouth to think that a piece of home is coming to me
How grateful I will be for that first pleasurable bite into one of the greatest desserts of all times.
Not as grateful as i would be with a forever21 at my doorstep, but grateful enough to give them all the business they need to stay open :)
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Day: Made
I love podcasts.
I listen to one religiously (pardon the pun), it's about youth ministry and it's awesome. It's basically a bunch of guys (and sometimes a girl) sitting around answering questions that people write in having to do with youth ministry and such.
They joke around a lot and just give youth workers...something I don't know how to word what it is they give youth workers, they just make me laugh.
So last week I wrote into the show, just a comment about something I've observed,and when it was read out loud every person in the room laughed-heartily.
That five seconds of laughter I heard made my day...nay, it made my week.
It was so awesome and I may have listened to them read my email more then once. :)
I listen to one religiously (pardon the pun), it's about youth ministry and it's awesome. It's basically a bunch of guys (and sometimes a girl) sitting around answering questions that people write in having to do with youth ministry and such.
They joke around a lot and just give youth workers...something I don't know how to word what it is they give youth workers, they just make me laugh.
So last week I wrote into the show, just a comment about something I've observed,and when it was read out loud every person in the room laughed-heartily.
That five seconds of laughter I heard made my day...nay, it made my week.
It was so awesome and I may have listened to them read my email more then once. :)
Friday, September 12, 2008
Outloud
I'm sitting and writing three alternative openings to a paper of mine. Before you go thinking how academic that is of me, don't-it's part of the assignment. But it's actually a good idea because starting the paper I couldn't configure a fun opening as I like to write them, but now having done the assignment I've come up with several to choose from, so mission accomplished I guess.
I haven't talked to a person in a couple hours so after checking my email four times in one minute I decided to blog and act like I was talking to someone. I don't know, I guess i have a bigger "talk to people" need then i thought.
Part of the article I'm writing about makes a claim that "anonymity breeds rudeness" and that our society is moving closer and closer to being completely secluded. I sort of agree with this. With groceries able to be purchased online and headphones becoming as common as sunglasses i can see where technology is pushing us inward. But i don't agree that it's leading towards a day when we'll all live in virtual cubicles, shut off from each other and the world. The fact that I felt the need to talk to someone after being on the computer for so long shows that it will never get to that point. Our need for other people is inherent and unquenchable.
In a book i once read called, "Blue like jazz" the author talks about our need to be loved. He says that hell is really the ultimate punishment since it's being utterly alone for-ever.
It's like a hunger we have, one of our most basic needs to be with people and i'm thankful we have it. I crave that time of laughter and discussion that grows you, and as I'm quickly finding out, the internet (i.e-blogging) doesn't really fill that need.
But, in reference to another point i'm writing about, in my hierarchy of values right now, being with people doesn't need to be number one-getting a good grade on my paper does (quality rather then quantity) so i'm out, and you should be to-get off the internet and go talk to someone face to face!
but thanks for reading :)
I haven't talked to a person in a couple hours so after checking my email four times in one minute I decided to blog and act like I was talking to someone. I don't know, I guess i have a bigger "talk to people" need then i thought.
Part of the article I'm writing about makes a claim that "anonymity breeds rudeness" and that our society is moving closer and closer to being completely secluded. I sort of agree with this. With groceries able to be purchased online and headphones becoming as common as sunglasses i can see where technology is pushing us inward. But i don't agree that it's leading towards a day when we'll all live in virtual cubicles, shut off from each other and the world. The fact that I felt the need to talk to someone after being on the computer for so long shows that it will never get to that point. Our need for other people is inherent and unquenchable.
In a book i once read called, "Blue like jazz" the author talks about our need to be loved. He says that hell is really the ultimate punishment since it's being utterly alone for-ever.
It's like a hunger we have, one of our most basic needs to be with people and i'm thankful we have it. I crave that time of laughter and discussion that grows you, and as I'm quickly finding out, the internet (i.e-blogging) doesn't really fill that need.
But, in reference to another point i'm writing about, in my hierarchy of values right now, being with people doesn't need to be number one-getting a good grade on my paper does (quality rather then quantity) so i'm out, and you should be to-get off the internet and go talk to someone face to face!
but thanks for reading :)
Monday, September 8, 2008
insesent drum roll please...
I've decided on my nome de plume
I've come upon this decision because I plan on actively searching for a place my short story can be published.
I thought of getting it published today when I sat down to write a paper so I typed "publish short story" on my rough draft so that I wouldn't forget.
I thought I might forget because I've been siting writing a paper for four hours straight now and my butt is crying for relief from the chair.
And my rambling ends there.
But I did decide and thought briefly of sharing it with you...but then I changed my mind.
After all
What good is a nome de plume if everyone knows who you are?
Yeah, so I must get up and walk now cause numbness is right around the corner.
But feel free to repeat "nome de plume" over and over outloud-it sounds very nice.
:)
I've come upon this decision because I plan on actively searching for a place my short story can be published.
I thought of getting it published today when I sat down to write a paper so I typed "publish short story" on my rough draft so that I wouldn't forget.
I thought I might forget because I've been siting writing a paper for four hours straight now and my butt is crying for relief from the chair.
And my rambling ends there.
But I did decide and thought briefly of sharing it with you...but then I changed my mind.
After all
What good is a nome de plume if everyone knows who you are?
Yeah, so I must get up and walk now cause numbness is right around the corner.
But feel free to repeat "nome de plume" over and over outloud-it sounds very nice.
:)
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Summer's Greatest Moments.
Taking a cue from my favorite podcast, I'm going to post my favorite moments of summer. I intended to make this funny but as I wrote I found my eyes becoming moist so the humor isn't as thick but don't let that deter you...
1. The moment of walking out the double doors of the church and walking down the isle as Norah Jones crooned on is untopable. Heaven was glimpsed as I passed faces from all areas of my life, some of which I haven't seen in a long time, and time took a smoke break for in those steps everything slowed down and just glowed. It was beyond the greatness I had imagined it would be.
2. Dancing with my Dad was another great moment. We were both tired and so, so happy. As pictures from our life played behind us and "And I love Her" by the Beatles played in the background, all the sweat, blood and tears from planning the wedding melted away and all that was left was that perfect moment where I thought to myself, I will remember this forever. His look of uninhibited joy will always be fresh in my mind.
3. While I could list the entire week of our honeymoon as my favorite moment, I will pick but one in particular and keep it PG ;) ...One night after eating dinner at yet another fantabulous restaurant in Charleston, we started walking back to our hotel and got caught in a rain storm. There were no dark clouds, only droplets of fun as we raced back laughing and slipping hand through hand as we went. Charleston is very much a college town so as we ran we passed people our age doing the same thing, all of us laughing in unison. I love this moment because not only was it giggly fun, but in it I felt so safe and in love and I never plan on feeling any different.
4. Camp this year involved probably the biggest range of emotions I've ever experienced in one week. But the first moment of that week was one that will define me forever. We walked on stage to play praise and worship the first night and after we did Jon got up and with tears streaming uncontrolably down his face, reminded us that what we do is way bigger then ourselves, that it matters more then we think. "Look at them," he said, "they're so hungry for it." We turned around and there at the front of the stage were the faces of our youth looking at us so expectantly and they hadn't heard a word Jon said, they were just standing there waiting to be ushered into the presence of God. A moment like that couldn't be manufactured, and it will drive me for the rest of my life.
5. Finally, Sunday night, as in this past Sunday night held a great moment for me. We had friends over and as we sat their till all hours of the night talking and laughing I thought, "this is exaclty what I want my place to be used for, to relax, to be with friends, to just have fun." And we did and I hope it's the first of countless nights just like it.
If no one reads this at all it was worth reliving the emotions of this past summer. Writing each one gave me the chance to relive in greater detail all the things that I'm eternally grateful for.
Until next time...
1. The moment of walking out the double doors of the church and walking down the isle as Norah Jones crooned on is untopable. Heaven was glimpsed as I passed faces from all areas of my life, some of which I haven't seen in a long time, and time took a smoke break for in those steps everything slowed down and just glowed. It was beyond the greatness I had imagined it would be.
2. Dancing with my Dad was another great moment. We were both tired and so, so happy. As pictures from our life played behind us and "And I love Her" by the Beatles played in the background, all the sweat, blood and tears from planning the wedding melted away and all that was left was that perfect moment where I thought to myself, I will remember this forever. His look of uninhibited joy will always be fresh in my mind.
3. While I could list the entire week of our honeymoon as my favorite moment, I will pick but one in particular and keep it PG ;) ...One night after eating dinner at yet another fantabulous restaurant in Charleston, we started walking back to our hotel and got caught in a rain storm. There were no dark clouds, only droplets of fun as we raced back laughing and slipping hand through hand as we went. Charleston is very much a college town so as we ran we passed people our age doing the same thing, all of us laughing in unison. I love this moment because not only was it giggly fun, but in it I felt so safe and in love and I never plan on feeling any different.
4. Camp this year involved probably the biggest range of emotions I've ever experienced in one week. But the first moment of that week was one that will define me forever. We walked on stage to play praise and worship the first night and after we did Jon got up and with tears streaming uncontrolably down his face, reminded us that what we do is way bigger then ourselves, that it matters more then we think. "Look at them," he said, "they're so hungry for it." We turned around and there at the front of the stage were the faces of our youth looking at us so expectantly and they hadn't heard a word Jon said, they were just standing there waiting to be ushered into the presence of God. A moment like that couldn't be manufactured, and it will drive me for the rest of my life.
5. Finally, Sunday night, as in this past Sunday night held a great moment for me. We had friends over and as we sat their till all hours of the night talking and laughing I thought, "this is exaclty what I want my place to be used for, to relax, to be with friends, to just have fun." And we did and I hope it's the first of countless nights just like it.
If no one reads this at all it was worth reliving the emotions of this past summer. Writing each one gave me the chance to relive in greater detail all the things that I'm eternally grateful for.
Until next time...
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
More then Religion
I just got done reading a very long debate over the motion that "America is too religious" and I have some things to say...
Both sides of the debate did a respectable job at presenting their case. The people who were for the motion and under the belief that America is, in fact, too religious, cited many many religious fanatics and their admittedly, crazy practices and the harm they could do on the fabric of our government and our society.
The other side argued that if you look back in history Christians are at the forefront of every positive change in our way of life and that the morals they hold can only do us good.
I think it's interesting that you have so many people willing to speak up for the absence of God in our society and yet the hours/days following 9/11 you had people all over the nation praying, using "God", and repeatedly asking for Him to bless the USA. So I guess in times of crisis it's ok for God to show up, but we apparently don't need Him in every day life.
Tomorrow in class we get to talk about this debate. There's no question in my mind which side the professor is on. He's used the small amount of semester so far to serve up his political agenda on a silver plater and most of the students have looked over the selection and sampled without question. I don't think it's his place to gripe about the President or pass on political beliefs in an English class, but I guess others would argue that I'm crazy. Which is exactly what you can call me for thinking English should be about writing and not about left or right agenda's.
But tomorrow I'm going to enter class and pick over each argument in this debate about religion and I'll get to hear as most of my classmates bow down to the professors beliefs and bash religion and it's place in our society. And while I won't sit there and try to cram my own beliefs down their throats I will try to convey that religion is more then having God's name stamped in prominent places of government, but that it's protection of a higher power.
Granted if belief in this higher power isn't had by all then the effect of even mentioning it is null and void, but if I can convey to them the awesomeness of living for someone who loves you beyond bounds then I will. If I can get the point across that having a close relationship with your creator is like everything good on this earth combined and multiplied by a billion, then I will.
If I can erase the notions of religion that say that God is angry at you or that He hates you because of the sins you commit then I will because He doesn't.
I sat in on a class once where a girl told the teacher that God hates people who get divorced. And I just sat there. I said nothing. I sat and listened as the teacher was astounded and believed everything the girl said. I could have remedied that but I didn't, I could have said, "God doesn't hate those people, He loves them!" but didn't and it's still something I regret, but I'm going to learn from it and move on and no longer sit idle as other notions like that are tossed around.
I've got to go to bed, or else I'll keep writing, but I pray that God gives me the wisdom and right words to say throughout the rest of this semester in this class so that I can leave a lasting impression for good and cause everyone to walk away wanting more of God.
Both sides of the debate did a respectable job at presenting their case. The people who were for the motion and under the belief that America is, in fact, too religious, cited many many religious fanatics and their admittedly, crazy practices and the harm they could do on the fabric of our government and our society.
The other side argued that if you look back in history Christians are at the forefront of every positive change in our way of life and that the morals they hold can only do us good.
I think it's interesting that you have so many people willing to speak up for the absence of God in our society and yet the hours/days following 9/11 you had people all over the nation praying, using "God", and repeatedly asking for Him to bless the USA. So I guess in times of crisis it's ok for God to show up, but we apparently don't need Him in every day life.
Tomorrow in class we get to talk about this debate. There's no question in my mind which side the professor is on. He's used the small amount of semester so far to serve up his political agenda on a silver plater and most of the students have looked over the selection and sampled without question. I don't think it's his place to gripe about the President or pass on political beliefs in an English class, but I guess others would argue that I'm crazy. Which is exactly what you can call me for thinking English should be about writing and not about left or right agenda's.
But tomorrow I'm going to enter class and pick over each argument in this debate about religion and I'll get to hear as most of my classmates bow down to the professors beliefs and bash religion and it's place in our society. And while I won't sit there and try to cram my own beliefs down their throats I will try to convey that religion is more then having God's name stamped in prominent places of government, but that it's protection of a higher power.
Granted if belief in this higher power isn't had by all then the effect of even mentioning it is null and void, but if I can convey to them the awesomeness of living for someone who loves you beyond bounds then I will. If I can get the point across that having a close relationship with your creator is like everything good on this earth combined and multiplied by a billion, then I will.
If I can erase the notions of religion that say that God is angry at you or that He hates you because of the sins you commit then I will because He doesn't.
I sat in on a class once where a girl told the teacher that God hates people who get divorced. And I just sat there. I said nothing. I sat and listened as the teacher was astounded and believed everything the girl said. I could have remedied that but I didn't, I could have said, "God doesn't hate those people, He loves them!" but didn't and it's still something I regret, but I'm going to learn from it and move on and no longer sit idle as other notions like that are tossed around.
I've got to go to bed, or else I'll keep writing, but I pray that God gives me the wisdom and right words to say throughout the rest of this semester in this class so that I can leave a lasting impression for good and cause everyone to walk away wanting more of God.
Boobies and STD's
I went to the most hillbilly festival ever yesterday. It was called "Hoorah for Harriemen" (Harriemen being the place)One booth we passed had a big sign on the front that read "Buckets for Boobies" :) the picture of it now serves as my cellphone wallpaper.
In other news...
I'm among the many who have cultivated fame over YouTube and my fame is spreading even further...my sister in law showed a video Dayton and I made last year for youth in one of her classes and it garnered a lot of laughs so here's a re-run for your enjoyment...
In other news...
I'm among the many who have cultivated fame over YouTube and my fame is spreading even further...my sister in law showed a video Dayton and I made last year for youth in one of her classes and it garnered a lot of laughs so here's a re-run for your enjoyment...
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
blog for the love of GOD!
Ok so today marks my last first day of school...You'll get it in a second.
Emotions are mixed because I love school and it's varying schedule-how everyday is different and I extra love the fact that my work out is built into my everyday.
For example I'll walk close to four miles a day with a 10 pound backpack-you can't beat that. haha
At the same time-I hate with a capital T ;) the stress of signing up for classes and the endless rigamorol that all campus personell are trained to put each student through. Soon I'll be rid of all that and I'll definitely be a more relaxed person for it.
I get myself pumped up for life beyond school by thinking of all the time I'll have to learn things on my own without tests and homework. I look forward to the days of lazy bookstore browsing where I will sit thumbing through pages careful not to spill my latte and think back fondly to all the late nights spent frazzily (birth of a new word!) staring at a computer screen.
I'll have a college degree to hold over people's heads and when I spell something wrong they'll have something more lofty to hold over mine (and YOU have a degree in English pfft!) I will be certifyably able to rhetoric (birth of a new verb!) and write with the best of them haha and throw Chaucer in their face when they rebuttle, "Of harmes two the less is for to chose!"
Yes, I am now light years more excited then I was thanks to this little diatribe. And so I am off with my bouquet of newly sharpened pencils and eraser-y-smelling school supplies to what will prove to be the greastest year in my scholastic career.
Emotions are mixed because I love school and it's varying schedule-how everyday is different and I extra love the fact that my work out is built into my everyday.
For example I'll walk close to four miles a day with a 10 pound backpack-you can't beat that. haha
At the same time-I hate with a capital T ;) the stress of signing up for classes and the endless rigamorol that all campus personell are trained to put each student through. Soon I'll be rid of all that and I'll definitely be a more relaxed person for it.
I get myself pumped up for life beyond school by thinking of all the time I'll have to learn things on my own without tests and homework. I look forward to the days of lazy bookstore browsing where I will sit thumbing through pages careful not to spill my latte and think back fondly to all the late nights spent frazzily (birth of a new word!) staring at a computer screen.
I'll have a college degree to hold over people's heads and when I spell something wrong they'll have something more lofty to hold over mine (and YOU have a degree in English pfft!) I will be certifyably able to rhetoric (birth of a new verb!) and write with the best of them haha and throw Chaucer in their face when they rebuttle, "Of harmes two the less is for to chose!"
Yes, I am now light years more excited then I was thanks to this little diatribe. And so I am off with my bouquet of newly sharpened pencils and eraser-y-smelling school supplies to what will prove to be the greastest year in my scholastic career.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
....Mmm.....
Energy drinks don't seem to have an affect on me.
However last wednesday night i drank an entire rockstar and instead of energizing me it seemed to weaken my "awkward filter"
I found myself in so many conversations saying things i would never normally say out loud and standing there in complete silence afterward not even trying to rescue the moment and on top of all that i stood there knowing what was going on and didn't care.
That's so unlike me. If there's one thing i hate it's non-funny awkwardness and to manufacture a moment like that and not even care is so unlike me-like-i've-already-said.
I told someone this later on and she replyed, "so basically you had a big tall glass of liquid courage" which she may have borrowed from a movie i don't know, all i know is i'm never drinking one of those again.
not because of the awkward filter malfunction but mainly because of the stomach pains :)
Thanks for reading!
However last wednesday night i drank an entire rockstar and instead of energizing me it seemed to weaken my "awkward filter"
I found myself in so many conversations saying things i would never normally say out loud and standing there in complete silence afterward not even trying to rescue the moment and on top of all that i stood there knowing what was going on and didn't care.
That's so unlike me. If there's one thing i hate it's non-funny awkwardness and to manufacture a moment like that and not even care is so unlike me-like-i've-already-said.
I told someone this later on and she replyed, "so basically you had a big tall glass of liquid courage" which she may have borrowed from a movie i don't know, all i know is i'm never drinking one of those again.
not because of the awkward filter malfunction but mainly because of the stomach pains :)
Thanks for reading!
Friday, July 25, 2008
Team Israel
I think Chik-fil-A should change their name to "Chik-lightning-fil-a" cause they are SUPER fast, and of course, very good.
Speaking of SUPER i am SUPER excited about camp. I think heading a group of teenagers to a camp hours away for a week of growing closer together and closer to God is one of the greatest summertime activities and i'm happy to be a part of it.
The rivalries have already started between cabins and let me just lay down the law by saying that my cabin is going to dominate the song competition so...now that we've got that in writing just be-ware.
haha and that is all.
Speaking of SUPER i am SUPER excited about camp. I think heading a group of teenagers to a camp hours away for a week of growing closer together and closer to God is one of the greatest summertime activities and i'm happy to be a part of it.
The rivalries have already started between cabins and let me just lay down the law by saying that my cabin is going to dominate the song competition so...now that we've got that in writing just be-ware.
haha and that is all.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
EAO
If I would have thought about it before hand, going to the social security office to change my name would have produced very different results…Fun, Funny, Witty, Awesome-all viable middle names and great to pull out when someone doubts you
“Oh yeah, well Fun is my middle name!”
Alas, the friends episode when Phoebe legally uses “banana-hamock” was the last thing on my mind and I’m still rocking the same-old same-old just with a different last name.
BUT believe you me, there would be some serious funny behind any of those middle names. And to play that card whenever a situation calls for it would be pretty freakin awesome…
“You think that’s awesome? I don’t and I should know, cause Awesome is my middle name.”
“Oh yeah, well Fun is my middle name!”
Alas, the friends episode when Phoebe legally uses “banana-hamock” was the last thing on my mind and I’m still rocking the same-old same-old just with a different last name.
BUT believe you me, there would be some serious funny behind any of those middle names. And to play that card whenever a situation calls for it would be pretty freakin awesome…
“You think that’s awesome? I don’t and I should know, cause Awesome is my middle name.”
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Food: It's what's for Dinner.
Dinner is suddenly a very important subject the minute you get married.
And it may be that it's not suddenly important to you, but it is to others and their constant questioning about your nightly eating habits brings the whole thing to a sharply focused perspective.
In the past month I've been asked more times then I care to count what we've been doing for dinner. Never is there any care shown for breakfast (THE most important meal of the day) or lunch-no one ever asks what you scarfed down in the middle of the day-no it's all dinner.
What are you making?
Who's doing the cooking?
The questions are sudden and often perplexing. No one ever cared what I ate for dinner when I was single, and the nightly eating thing didn't just become a habit, it's been around for a long time.
So...
Dinner is being served, don't worry.
As is breakfast and lunch, thank you very much.
And it may be that it's not suddenly important to you, but it is to others and their constant questioning about your nightly eating habits brings the whole thing to a sharply focused perspective.
In the past month I've been asked more times then I care to count what we've been doing for dinner. Never is there any care shown for breakfast (THE most important meal of the day) or lunch-no one ever asks what you scarfed down in the middle of the day-no it's all dinner.
What are you making?
Who's doing the cooking?
The questions are sudden and often perplexing. No one ever cared what I ate for dinner when I was single, and the nightly eating thing didn't just become a habit, it's been around for a long time.
So...
Dinner is being served, don't worry.
As is breakfast and lunch, thank you very much.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Do the ChaCha
..On with my Google rant...
If you didn't know this already, another facet of Googles awesomeness is the fact that you can text it for a phone number and it will text you back.
Gone are the days of trying to determine if your call to information is worth the $1.50-now all we have to do is text "Barnes and Noble" to 46645 and every Barnes and Noble number within the country will be sent to your phone (for narrowing down sake, enter the zip code as well).
But the text world's limits don't end there. Now (well not now now they've been around since 2006) there exists a company that allows you to pocket an entire library of information. ChaCha (Cha meaning "search" in Mexican, and "Cha-Cha" being fun to say) is a service (for free) that if you text it any question, any question at all you will in a few minutes be texted an answer back.
Say for instance you want to know the world record held for sneezing...All you have to do is text 242 242 (which spells out ChaCha) and in moments you'll have the answer, instantly being the hit (or the dork if you pass on quirky information like that) at parties.
Now you may be wondering if my pitch for this company is purely for blogging sake...and you may be wondering why I just made that suggestion that you're wondering something when you're really not...well let me tell you
I make this pitch not to fill up white space, but because if you text ChaCha (242242) you may be getting me on the other end as I will be a ChaCha guide by next week. (a beautiful job I can do whenever and where ever I please in addition to my other daily duties.)
So text away, and tell your friends!
Oh and Donna Griffiths holds the world record for sneezing 978 days in a row...see crazy interesting, huh!
If you didn't know this already, another facet of Googles awesomeness is the fact that you can text it for a phone number and it will text you back.
Gone are the days of trying to determine if your call to information is worth the $1.50-now all we have to do is text "Barnes and Noble" to 46645 and every Barnes and Noble number within the country will be sent to your phone (for narrowing down sake, enter the zip code as well).
But the text world's limits don't end there. Now (well not now now they've been around since 2006) there exists a company that allows you to pocket an entire library of information. ChaCha (Cha meaning "search" in Mexican, and "Cha-Cha" being fun to say) is a service (for free) that if you text it any question, any question at all you will in a few minutes be texted an answer back.
Say for instance you want to know the world record held for sneezing...All you have to do is text 242 242 (which spells out ChaCha) and in moments you'll have the answer, instantly being the hit (or the dork if you pass on quirky information like that) at parties.
Now you may be wondering if my pitch for this company is purely for blogging sake...and you may be wondering why I just made that suggestion that you're wondering something when you're really not...well let me tell you
I make this pitch not to fill up white space, but because if you text ChaCha (242242) you may be getting me on the other end as I will be a ChaCha guide by next week. (a beautiful job I can do whenever and where ever I please in addition to my other daily duties.)
So text away, and tell your friends!
Oh and Donna Griffiths holds the world record for sneezing 978 days in a row...see crazy interesting, huh!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Oogling and Googling
Technology is a beautiful things, my friends.
If it weren't for technology we wouldn't have google
And if we didn't have google I couldn't have just spent the last twenty minutes traveling down the street I grew up on several states away.
Thanks to Google maps and their "Street veiw" I can drive down 3862 Cedar Cove Lane anytime I want to. Not only that but I can "drive" down other streets all around the area with only a slight movement of the wrist.
I love it.
The day I found the Google street view in front of my old house I almost cried.
I may not get down there to visit as much as I would like but the fact that I can virtually visit anytime I want is a beautiful thing.
I'm sure one day I'll be able to sit inside a hologram of Cedar Cove, but until that day comes I'll enjoy a picture visit here and there and do some clicking down memory lane.
If it weren't for technology we wouldn't have google
And if we didn't have google I couldn't have just spent the last twenty minutes traveling down the street I grew up on several states away.
Thanks to Google maps and their "Street veiw" I can drive down 3862 Cedar Cove Lane anytime I want to. Not only that but I can "drive" down other streets all around the area with only a slight movement of the wrist.
I love it.
The day I found the Google street view in front of my old house I almost cried.
I may not get down there to visit as much as I would like but the fact that I can virtually visit anytime I want is a beautiful thing.
I'm sure one day I'll be able to sit inside a hologram of Cedar Cove, but until that day comes I'll enjoy a picture visit here and there and do some clicking down memory lane.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
60!
I now laugh when I see the word "Wedding" because I've gone through a complete range of emotions with the word...
At first it was "Oh I'm so excited, I can't wait to see what my Wedding will be like"
Then as time went on and more decisions were made it shifted to "hmm I should look up more Wedding websites and get ideas"
Which lead into "Wedding: um yeah I'm good, I just need to remember to stay on top of that and keep on schedule cause it's probably about to get busy."
Then the inevitable: "Holy CRAP Wedding planning is a lot of work"
And steadily: "IF I SEE THE WORD WEDDING ONE MORE TIME I'M GOING TO PLUCK SOMEONES EYE OUT"
Accumulating in: "My Wedding was so perfect, I couldn't have asked for anything better."
I loved every moment of it, and what I truly appreciate about the whole day was that it never felt like it was going fast, even the ceremony and reception went steadily on and I felt myself savoring every moment.
So now when I see the word Wedding I think, "Man I'm thankful we only have to plan one"
:)
At first it was "Oh I'm so excited, I can't wait to see what my Wedding will be like"
Then as time went on and more decisions were made it shifted to "hmm I should look up more Wedding websites and get ideas"
Which lead into "Wedding: um yeah I'm good, I just need to remember to stay on top of that and keep on schedule cause it's probably about to get busy."
Then the inevitable: "Holy CRAP Wedding planning is a lot of work"
And steadily: "IF I SEE THE WORD WEDDING ONE MORE TIME I'M GOING TO PLUCK SOMEONES EYE OUT"
Accumulating in: "My Wedding was so perfect, I couldn't have asked for anything better."
I loved every moment of it, and what I truly appreciate about the whole day was that it never felt like it was going fast, even the ceremony and reception went steadily on and I felt myself savoring every moment.
So now when I see the word Wedding I think, "Man I'm thankful we only have to plan one"
:)
Monday, June 16, 2008
Elizabeth in the future...sort of
I'm on my honeymoon right now. No, that's a lie. I'm sitting in my office with a day and a half to go till I get married but I've recently discovered that you can set posts for the future so that's what I've done.
When you read this I'll be galavanting around on my honeymoon wondering what to do with all the freed up brain space I now have since the wedding is over...hmm build a car...create an empire....
I didn't want you to do an entire week without getting a blogging nugget from yours truly (although i'm positive you've gone longer even when i was in town) but you know, all that brain space I'm anticipating is starting to eek through now that the day is getting closer.
I can't wait. I've imagined walking down the isle one hundred thousand times and i'm excited to live in that moment.
But now I must go...in real time i'm about to go get my nails done, but in the blogosphere i'm kicking back at the beach.
Later :)
When you read this I'll be galavanting around on my honeymoon wondering what to do with all the freed up brain space I now have since the wedding is over...hmm build a car...create an empire....
I didn't want you to do an entire week without getting a blogging nugget from yours truly (although i'm positive you've gone longer even when i was in town) but you know, all that brain space I'm anticipating is starting to eek through now that the day is getting closer.
I can't wait. I've imagined walking down the isle one hundred thousand times and i'm excited to live in that moment.
But now I must go...in real time i'm about to go get my nails done, but in the blogosphere i'm kicking back at the beach.
Later :)
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Slice of Advice
Sneezing with teeth whitening strips in your mouth doesn't produce the greatest results.
Bleh.
Bleh.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Feelings
Two feelings to add to the "funnest feelings ever list"-
1. That all over tingly sensation after having laughed really hard-like your insides just went for a good jog.
2. Jumping into an ice cold pool after being in the hot sun-it's like your entire body sucked on an altoid.
Yeah, good times.
1. That all over tingly sensation after having laughed really hard-like your insides just went for a good jog.
2. Jumping into an ice cold pool after being in the hot sun-it's like your entire body sucked on an altoid.
Yeah, good times.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Cheek exercises
There's an old saying about those who forget history. I don't remember it, but it's good.
Stephen Colbert
In Missouri, a car dealer is offering new car buyers their choice of $250 in free gas or a free semi-automatic handgun. Eighty percent of people choose the handgun.
Well, sure. You've got the gun; you can get the free gas.
Jay Leno
Stephen Colbert
In Missouri, a car dealer is offering new car buyers their choice of $250 in free gas or a free semi-automatic handgun. Eighty percent of people choose the handgun.
Well, sure. You've got the gun; you can get the free gas.
Jay Leno
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Bleh
Like a big gulp of sour milk, words can really make you gag.
Phrases such as "I don't really like it but that's how they wear it"
or "I wish I had her (insert body part here)" are as putred, smelly and lumpy to me as the sourest of milks.
Upon first taste of these words I want to shake the source and say "don't be a slave to fashion! if it doesn't look good on you don't wear it!"
and
Chances are the person who's body parts you're green with envy over look in the mirror and wish they were different as well, so be happy with what you've got-thigh and butt transplants are a long way off.
God knew what He was doing when He made you so don't insult His taste.
*steps off soap box
Phrases such as "I don't really like it but that's how they wear it"
or "I wish I had her (insert body part here)" are as putred, smelly and lumpy to me as the sourest of milks.
Upon first taste of these words I want to shake the source and say "don't be a slave to fashion! if it doesn't look good on you don't wear it!"
and
Chances are the person who's body parts you're green with envy over look in the mirror and wish they were different as well, so be happy with what you've got-thigh and butt transplants are a long way off.
God knew what He was doing when He made you so don't insult His taste.
*steps off soap box
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Famous thoughts
I signed autographs next to John Reuben last night for what will be the first of many times in my life :) (not necessarily next to John but you know what i mean)
I'm fairly certain that I was more giddy and excited about it then the kids who were receiving my signature.
I did learn that having practiced my signature on paper for years it's nothing compared to signing t-shirts and arms at weird angles....hmmm something new to practice.
Can't wait to see the pictures
I'm fairly certain that I was more giddy and excited about it then the kids who were receiving my signature.
I did learn that having practiced my signature on paper for years it's nothing compared to signing t-shirts and arms at weird angles....hmmm something new to practice.
Can't wait to see the pictures
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
"Honk if you love peace and quiet" -bumper sticker
You would think by now we would have come up with some way to communicate more complexly then a "honk"
I hate the honk.
No one knows what you're talking about and those who do are only more annoyed by the fact that you took it to that level.
It's attention grabbing that's for sure. I guess that's the only purpose it serves.
I myself get too busy yelling that I forget about that nasty little button. But not everyone is the same. Some people overuse their honk and dish it out in both friendly and hostile manners-part of the reason the whole form of communication is so misunderstanding.
So let's start preserving our honks
And next time you get the urge to blow your horn, shut the beep up.
I hate the honk.
No one knows what you're talking about and those who do are only more annoyed by the fact that you took it to that level.
It's attention grabbing that's for sure. I guess that's the only purpose it serves.
I myself get too busy yelling that I forget about that nasty little button. But not everyone is the same. Some people overuse their honk and dish it out in both friendly and hostile manners-part of the reason the whole form of communication is so misunderstanding.
So let's start preserving our honks
And next time you get the urge to blow your horn, shut the beep up.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
The best things happen while you're dancing
White Christmas is one of my all time favorite Christmas movies.
When I was a little girl I would watch it all year round and dress up in my dress up clothes (cast off's from Mom's and Sarah's closets) and dance around the living room singing each melody as loud as Rosemary Clooney and Vera-Ellen.
I watch that movie every year still and will often have random tunes from it stuck in my head, such as the other night when Dayton and I were sitting in our favorite chinese restaurant waiting for our take out to be ready...
Me (in a sing-song voice): "What can you do with a general, when he stops being a general. Oh what can you do with a general who's retired?"
Dayton: What?
Me (still in sing-song voice): "Who's got a job for a general when he stops being a general....ummm...Oh what can you do with a general who's...expired!"
Dayton: You're crazy.
If by crazy you mean still in love with the greatest musical ever made...then yes, yes I am.
;)
When I was a little girl I would watch it all year round and dress up in my dress up clothes (cast off's from Mom's and Sarah's closets) and dance around the living room singing each melody as loud as Rosemary Clooney and Vera-Ellen.
I watch that movie every year still and will often have random tunes from it stuck in my head, such as the other night when Dayton and I were sitting in our favorite chinese restaurant waiting for our take out to be ready...
Me (in a sing-song voice): "What can you do with a general, when he stops being a general. Oh what can you do with a general who's retired?"
Dayton: What?
Me (still in sing-song voice): "Who's got a job for a general when he stops being a general....ummm...Oh what can you do with a general who's...expired!"
Dayton: You're crazy.
If by crazy you mean still in love with the greatest musical ever made...then yes, yes I am.
;)
Friday, May 16, 2008
Vindication!
This was on my google homepage today... :)
This weekend the price of a first class stamp rose to forty-two cents. Forty-two cents to mail a letter.
If only there was some other way you could get a written message to someone. Ah! They've got us over a barrel!
- Jay Leno
This weekend the price of a first class stamp rose to forty-two cents. Forty-two cents to mail a letter.
If only there was some other way you could get a written message to someone. Ah! They've got us over a barrel!
- Jay Leno
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Gratis!
Free!
Who doesn't like that word (unless of course it's used in conjunction with "fat-free" and then you can pretty much bet on it being "flavor-free") but that's another blog for another day...
Today however, is a free food day because two big chains-Dunkin Doughnuts and McDonalds are both giving away free food!
The Golden Arches is giving away a Free chicken sandwich! (with the purchase of a medium or large drink)
Their ploy is a smart one in that they're introducing a new product and what better way to get people eating it then to give it to them for free! (with the purchase of a medium or large drink).
My personal review of this sandwich in comparrison to the mother of all chicken sandwiches (chick-fil-a of course) is that it's noticably smaller (which isn't a bad deal if it's going to be cheaper) and it's noticably greasier. All in all it's better then what i thought Mickey-D's could crank out.
Dunkin Doughnuts free-b is free iced coffee (no strings attached). And if you like coffee, Dunkin Doughnuts is the place to be. We only have one here in our town and it's run by American-Indian/Native Americans (whatever it takes to be politically correct) and their charm when ordering through the drive through is remeniscient of the Soup Nazi. But their breakfast sandwiches taste as if Jesus Himself turned on the grill. Plus when making your coffee they mix in the cream and sugar for you and reach perfection every time.
I have yet to try the free iced coffee...I have one sitting in my freezer since the big cup of coffee they mixed up for me held me over all morning.
So there you go make it out to either one today and grab yourself some free-ness (with the purchase of a medium or large drink)
Go soon cause McDonalds ends at 7pm and DD's ends at 10pm
Hurry GO!
It's FREE!!
(with the purchase of a medium or large drink.)
Who doesn't like that word (unless of course it's used in conjunction with "fat-free" and then you can pretty much bet on it being "flavor-free") but that's another blog for another day...
Today however, is a free food day because two big chains-Dunkin Doughnuts and McDonalds are both giving away free food!
The Golden Arches is giving away a Free chicken sandwich! (with the purchase of a medium or large drink)
Their ploy is a smart one in that they're introducing a new product and what better way to get people eating it then to give it to them for free! (with the purchase of a medium or large drink).
My personal review of this sandwich in comparrison to the mother of all chicken sandwiches (chick-fil-a of course) is that it's noticably smaller (which isn't a bad deal if it's going to be cheaper) and it's noticably greasier. All in all it's better then what i thought Mickey-D's could crank out.
Dunkin Doughnuts free-b is free iced coffee (no strings attached). And if you like coffee, Dunkin Doughnuts is the place to be. We only have one here in our town and it's run by American-Indian/Native Americans (whatever it takes to be politically correct) and their charm when ordering through the drive through is remeniscient of the Soup Nazi. But their breakfast sandwiches taste as if Jesus Himself turned on the grill. Plus when making your coffee they mix in the cream and sugar for you and reach perfection every time.
I have yet to try the free iced coffee...I have one sitting in my freezer since the big cup of coffee they mixed up for me held me over all morning.
So there you go make it out to either one today and grab yourself some free-ness (with the purchase of a medium or large drink)
Go soon cause McDonalds ends at 7pm and DD's ends at 10pm
Hurry GO!
It's FREE!!
(with the purchase of a medium or large drink.)
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
RETURN TO SENDER:
I intend to email a lot more.
Not because I have more things to say or more people to say things to, but because I am acutely aware of the blessed "freeness" that emails afford.
Snail mail now costs an extra penny to send. A penny.
Last week I went to the post office to buy enough postage to mail my body and got in a bit of a confusing conversation with the woman behind the counter who of course had an accent...
me: i need to mail 150 of these.
her: mmm...this letter is going to cost a 1.50 to send
me: WHAT
her: wait this may fit through the slot let me try it...ok it fits, never mind it will take a .42 cent stamp plus two .17 cent stamps but if you mail them out after monday you'll have to come in and add money to them all I don't know how much that will be but you'll have to do it or we won't send it or you can buy a forever stamp but you'll still have to come in to add money to it-a penny, you'll have to add a penny to it. but if you mail them out before monday you'll have to add .17 cent stamp minus five add a penny and unless you add a forever stamp you'll be paying .42 cents unless you mail them monday.
me:...
me:what?
her: repeat paragraph above
me:...ok so what do i need to buy to send these out today?
her: one .42 cent stamp and a .17 cent stamp
me: ok. so i'll get those..do have anything that doesn't have a ram's head on the front?
her: no mam that costs extra.
So for the love of god don't send a letter out with an old stamp unless you've attached an extra Lincoln head to it-in fact do it literally just to piss the postage people off :)
Not because I have more things to say or more people to say things to, but because I am acutely aware of the blessed "freeness" that emails afford.
Snail mail now costs an extra penny to send. A penny.
Last week I went to the post office to buy enough postage to mail my body and got in a bit of a confusing conversation with the woman behind the counter who of course had an accent...
me: i need to mail 150 of these.
her: mmm...this letter is going to cost a 1.50 to send
me: WHAT
her: wait this may fit through the slot let me try it...ok it fits, never mind it will take a .42 cent stamp plus two .17 cent stamps but if you mail them out after monday you'll have to come in and add money to them all I don't know how much that will be but you'll have to do it or we won't send it or you can buy a forever stamp but you'll still have to come in to add money to it-a penny, you'll have to add a penny to it. but if you mail them out before monday you'll have to add .17 cent stamp minus five add a penny and unless you add a forever stamp you'll be paying .42 cents unless you mail them monday.
me:...
me:what?
her: repeat paragraph above
me:...ok so what do i need to buy to send these out today?
her: one .42 cent stamp and a .17 cent stamp
me: ok. so i'll get those..do have anything that doesn't have a ram's head on the front?
her: no mam that costs extra.
So for the love of god don't send a letter out with an old stamp unless you've attached an extra Lincoln head to it-in fact do it literally just to piss the postage people off :)
Friday, May 9, 2008
It
Charley had a country song stuck in his head and it was making him mad. Country songs were all alike and he particularly hated the one whose chorus was playing over and over in his mind, something to do with a guitar and tears. Squatting there in the dark he tried to recall some of his favorite Duke Ellington melodies, anything that would overpower the twang of the guitar resonating in his ears. He once heard that if you sing "It's a Small World" over and over it would act as sorbet to your pallet. Charley hummed the first several notes of the tune then stopped, realizing he didn't know the rest. Back to the guitar and tears.
His hum made him realize how long it had been since he'd heard anything. He thought the spot he had chosen would be great for hearing everything beyond the door but for the past twenty minutes nothing had vibrated his ear drums. Occasionally he would hear himself breathe, his nose hairs twitching from use causing a low whistle but even that had become quieter as time went on.
Charley rose from his crouched position and felt around the small space. He checked the wall to his left to make sure it was still in place and not really leaning on him like it felt. Groping above his head he felt the shelf and its boxes filled with pictures probably, he wasn't sure. To his right were the overcoats that usually occupied the closet exclusively. One medium sized jacket directly next to him, two big wool winter coats and one rain coat.
Charley squatted again, reached down to rub his ankles and felt something wet. Were they bleeding? He felt around and tried to sniff his hand, realizing immediately he would have no clue what blood smelled like, but then fingered the trail of water to a pair of wet rubber boots sitting beside him. This made him think of the cold pistol he had carefully laid to his left up against the wall. The genius of putting his pistol in the refrigerator the night before generated a dimple of pleasure on his left cheek. He would win, he was more sure of it now then he had been his entire wait. He settled his back up against the wall and decided to give into the country tune. Maybe the whole thing really wasn't so bad, if more then just the two lines were playing tag with his thoughts maybe he would actually like it. He sat there and sang the first line he knew out loud but just as he was coming around to the second something bumped the other side of the wall his head was resting on.
Charley sprung up to action knocking the top shelf up and then down again with his head. He rested his hand on the door knob and was about to turn it when he realized his pistol was still on the floor. With both hands Charley groped in the area he had left it and was rewarded by the cold sensation of the handle. This time Charley decided not to spring back up but remained squatted as he cracked open the door. Seeing the sliver of light he felt like a blind man healed as he squinted and tried to slowly re-acquaint himself to the outside world. The shape of a couch first then a chair and a lamp came into focus, their rich colors of purple and gold following closely behind. No bodies were around yet but Charley knew they were about to be. He allowed himself only a small open crack between the door and the frame, making sure he didn't blow his position before the right time. The fresh air seeping in through the crack caused a shiver to travel up his spine. He was ready to run, to move freely again he didn't care if it was time, he just wanted to move. No, he waited this long, he could wait some more.
His and her voices drifted up the staircase around the corner from where Charley was squatting. He renewed his grip on the door knob and the pistol, his muscles tense with anticipation. The voices stopped what seemed like two steps away from where Charley was, causing his body to move forward and back again with so much force that he almost fell out of the door. Where they walking back to where they had come from? He was sick of waiting but somehow patience possessed his body and he sat perfectly still. Actions without thought would completely ruin the whole thing and he wasn't about to have waited in vain. The voices were moving again, towards him. Four steps away. Two steps away.
The closet door was flung back with such force that a hole in the wall behind it was later proof of Charley's antics. His taught body burst from its hiding place like a pebble from a sling shot and both targets were completely soaked with ice cold water before they could even see who was in front of them. The water pistol held up for only a few seconds under Charley's exploding grip and soon both targets and Charley fell laughing onto the wet floor.
"You win!" the targets cried.
"Not it." Charley said.
His hum made him realize how long it had been since he'd heard anything. He thought the spot he had chosen would be great for hearing everything beyond the door but for the past twenty minutes nothing had vibrated his ear drums. Occasionally he would hear himself breathe, his nose hairs twitching from use causing a low whistle but even that had become quieter as time went on.
Charley rose from his crouched position and felt around the small space. He checked the wall to his left to make sure it was still in place and not really leaning on him like it felt. Groping above his head he felt the shelf and its boxes filled with pictures probably, he wasn't sure. To his right were the overcoats that usually occupied the closet exclusively. One medium sized jacket directly next to him, two big wool winter coats and one rain coat.
Charley squatted again, reached down to rub his ankles and felt something wet. Were they bleeding? He felt around and tried to sniff his hand, realizing immediately he would have no clue what blood smelled like, but then fingered the trail of water to a pair of wet rubber boots sitting beside him. This made him think of the cold pistol he had carefully laid to his left up against the wall. The genius of putting his pistol in the refrigerator the night before generated a dimple of pleasure on his left cheek. He would win, he was more sure of it now then he had been his entire wait. He settled his back up against the wall and decided to give into the country tune. Maybe the whole thing really wasn't so bad, if more then just the two lines were playing tag with his thoughts maybe he would actually like it. He sat there and sang the first line he knew out loud but just as he was coming around to the second something bumped the other side of the wall his head was resting on.
Charley sprung up to action knocking the top shelf up and then down again with his head. He rested his hand on the door knob and was about to turn it when he realized his pistol was still on the floor. With both hands Charley groped in the area he had left it and was rewarded by the cold sensation of the handle. This time Charley decided not to spring back up but remained squatted as he cracked open the door. Seeing the sliver of light he felt like a blind man healed as he squinted and tried to slowly re-acquaint himself to the outside world. The shape of a couch first then a chair and a lamp came into focus, their rich colors of purple and gold following closely behind. No bodies were around yet but Charley knew they were about to be. He allowed himself only a small open crack between the door and the frame, making sure he didn't blow his position before the right time. The fresh air seeping in through the crack caused a shiver to travel up his spine. He was ready to run, to move freely again he didn't care if it was time, he just wanted to move. No, he waited this long, he could wait some more.
His and her voices drifted up the staircase around the corner from where Charley was squatting. He renewed his grip on the door knob and the pistol, his muscles tense with anticipation. The voices stopped what seemed like two steps away from where Charley was, causing his body to move forward and back again with so much force that he almost fell out of the door. Where they walking back to where they had come from? He was sick of waiting but somehow patience possessed his body and he sat perfectly still. Actions without thought would completely ruin the whole thing and he wasn't about to have waited in vain. The voices were moving again, towards him. Four steps away. Two steps away.
The closet door was flung back with such force that a hole in the wall behind it was later proof of Charley's antics. His taught body burst from its hiding place like a pebble from a sling shot and both targets were completely soaked with ice cold water before they could even see who was in front of them. The water pistol held up for only a few seconds under Charley's exploding grip and soon both targets and Charley fell laughing onto the wet floor.
"You win!" the targets cried.
"Not it." Charley said.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Good news:
Next time i post, it will be the story i wrote for my writing fiction class involving the gun in the refrigerator
*fists and cries of joy puncture the air*
*fists and cries of joy puncture the air*
Monday, May 5, 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
Passions
I started thinking about passions the other day...
As in things that we're are passionate about doing (not the soap opera).
What got me thinking about this was writing that short story for my final. I found it so exciting to sit there and create a story where characters came from my own head and developed on the page. At one point as I wrote the dialog I didn't even have to stop and think of what the other characters would say, it just sort of flowed out. It was so invigorating.
Then I started thinking about singing. There's nothing I rather do more then stand on a stage and sing. That feeling of leading people into worship of God is...indescribable.
We all have a purpose and the perfect thing about it is that God wired us to absolutely love whatever it is we're purposed to do.
It's not something we dread, or do robotic-ally, it's something that makes every fiber of our being work-like batteries have just been clicked into place.
I love that; and I don't ever want to take passion for granted.
As in things that we're are passionate about doing (not the soap opera).
What got me thinking about this was writing that short story for my final. I found it so exciting to sit there and create a story where characters came from my own head and developed on the page. At one point as I wrote the dialog I didn't even have to stop and think of what the other characters would say, it just sort of flowed out. It was so invigorating.
Then I started thinking about singing. There's nothing I rather do more then stand on a stage and sing. That feeling of leading people into worship of God is...indescribable.
We all have a purpose and the perfect thing about it is that God wired us to absolutely love whatever it is we're purposed to do.
It's not something we dread, or do robotic-ally, it's something that makes every fiber of our being work-like batteries have just been clicked into place.
I love that; and I don't ever want to take passion for granted.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
two posts in one day!
here some more snl funny for ya
it's so funny because people do talk like that sometimes
and he does a brilliant job of talking as if he's going through a dialogue without really saying anything.
quantity over quality
whoever invented text messaging is the man.
the next two weeks are going to be busy.
how busy?
crazy busy.
but being busy makes doing nothing all the more fun. that's how i like to think about it.
i can't wait till it all dies down though cause i've been craving some good browsing mckay's used books time.
this was in my daily humor box on my google homepage and i thought it was funny...
A book called "My Beautiful Mommy" helps children cope with their mother having plastic surgery.
The book was originally titled "Why Is Mommy Always Smiling Like That?"
the next two weeks are going to be busy.
how busy?
crazy busy.
but being busy makes doing nothing all the more fun. that's how i like to think about it.
i can't wait till it all dies down though cause i've been craving some good browsing mckay's used books time.
this was in my daily humor box on my google homepage and i thought it was funny...
A book called "My Beautiful Mommy" helps children cope with their mother having plastic surgery.
The book was originally titled "Why Is Mommy Always Smiling Like That?"
Monday, April 21, 2008
Business About Funny
Humor is a funny thing.
Its fascinating to me that we really have no control over what we find funny.
Random screaming for example, can usually get a giggle or a "lol" from me.
Redneck humor however does not.
Sarcasm-absolutely hilarious.
Movies that contain Eddie Murphy-not so much.
Stand up comedians are difficult to win me over. For the most part I watch them and laugh on the inside.
I do, however, find Jerry Seinfeld, Brian Reagan, and Jim Gaffigan-lol funny.
ie: "I never eat a hot pocket and think, 'i'm really glad i ate that.'" -gaffigan
Smart physical comedy is not only smart-its funny.
And nothing beats wit or a well thought out sitcom plot line, the best example of which is Frasier.
SNL is funny, but only when they don't take the joke too far-a fault they often display.
But again i come back to my original point that humor is a funny thing. How do we determine what we laugh at? can it be changed? is our funny bone established in our dna? or is humor an acquired taste?
I'm sure there are humorists out there that study these things, and if i come across a book that better explains it i will definitely research it myself.
meanwhile, i'll stick to laughing
every chance i get.
Its fascinating to me that we really have no control over what we find funny.
Random screaming for example, can usually get a giggle or a "lol" from me.
Redneck humor however does not.
Sarcasm-absolutely hilarious.
Movies that contain Eddie Murphy-not so much.
Stand up comedians are difficult to win me over. For the most part I watch them and laugh on the inside.
I do, however, find Jerry Seinfeld, Brian Reagan, and Jim Gaffigan-lol funny.
ie: "I never eat a hot pocket and think, 'i'm really glad i ate that.'" -gaffigan
Smart physical comedy is not only smart-its funny.
And nothing beats wit or a well thought out sitcom plot line, the best example of which is Frasier.
SNL is funny, but only when they don't take the joke too far-a fault they often display.
But again i come back to my original point that humor is a funny thing. How do we determine what we laugh at? can it be changed? is our funny bone established in our dna? or is humor an acquired taste?
I'm sure there are humorists out there that study these things, and if i come across a book that better explains it i will definitely research it myself.
meanwhile, i'll stick to laughing
every chance i get.
Friday, April 18, 2008
thoughts from a bench in a doctors office...
a doctor really is a lot like a rockstar
you have the nurse come in for the opening act. give you some ground rules, a couple tunes to loosen you up and then you wait for the main event.
and then you wait some more
and just when the thought of opening the door and screaming "HEY! WHERE THE FREAK ARE YOU AT?" doesn't sound so insane there's a small knock on the door, the lights dim and in comes the star of the show.
"yeah!" "whooo" "AAHHHHHH"
"Hello Knoxville! Thanks for coming out tonight for a check up."
and just like that your done. out the door with an emptier wallet and their autograph to show your friend in the white coat behind the counter.
you have the nurse come in for the opening act. give you some ground rules, a couple tunes to loosen you up and then you wait for the main event.
and then you wait some more
and just when the thought of opening the door and screaming "HEY! WHERE THE FREAK ARE YOU AT?" doesn't sound so insane there's a small knock on the door, the lights dim and in comes the star of the show.
"yeah!" "whooo" "AAHHHHHH"
"Hello Knoxville! Thanks for coming out tonight for a check up."
and just like that your done. out the door with an emptier wallet and their autograph to show your friend in the white coat behind the counter.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
the funniest woman on tv
SNL hasn't been laugh out loud funny lately, however this past weekends episode was one of their funniest episodes all year and that's all thanks to the woman below, Kristen Wiig.
Watch...
Watch...
butt pilot
While normally i chide myself for writing a blog with no real purpose or subject in mind, the recent lapse in time since my last blog left me feeling that a care-free-fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants-blog was ok.
spring has sprung (man i hate that phrase) but it has. and it's beautiful. spring and fall are both so brilliant in their own rite and up here i truly appreciate them both.
spring brings tulips and tulips are my favorite flower.
i decided to designate a favorite flower after watching "you've got mail" and since daisies were taken i thought tulips would be an equally good, if not a better choice. besides daisies really only come in a couple colors while tulips display their coloring abilities through many, vivid and vibrant hues.
but enough about spring.
lets talk about guns.
my writing fiction class imposed on me an assignment earlier in the month that required a story including the idea of a "pistol in the refrigerator".
we actually got to, as a class, come up with an idea like that one that we would have to incorporate in a story and after voting i was satisfied that the pistol won out. others discussed how it was too depressing of a topic while i sat there and thought of all the possibilities.
what first came to mind was a children's story of kids who found a gun and didn't know what to do with it so they hide it in a tubberware within the refrigerator. then i thought of a cake. after all there are places out there that make crazy cakes and a cake in the shape of a pistol isn't a far fetched idea. thirdly dieting came to mind and a girl who goes to great lengths to prevent herself from eating too much was about to take shape.
all of these appealed for a while but eventually something else won out.
part of our assignment was to read other people's stories and for the remainder of the semester discuss each persons work. while mine was given the title of "clever" by everyone in the class including the professor *buffs nails on sleeve* others felt the need to repeatedly drop the f-bomb and sometimes unimaginatively kill off everyone in their story. blah. sitting there reading several in a row made me wish their pistol was real.
so. good news for you you'll get to read my concoction next go around. it's just about three pages long so it will be a substantial blog and hopefully make up for my inattentiveness as of late.
until then
fly by the seat of your pants more often
it is, after all, the only way to fly.
spring has sprung (man i hate that phrase) but it has. and it's beautiful. spring and fall are both so brilliant in their own rite and up here i truly appreciate them both.
spring brings tulips and tulips are my favorite flower.
i decided to designate a favorite flower after watching "you've got mail" and since daisies were taken i thought tulips would be an equally good, if not a better choice. besides daisies really only come in a couple colors while tulips display their coloring abilities through many, vivid and vibrant hues.
but enough about spring.
lets talk about guns.
my writing fiction class imposed on me an assignment earlier in the month that required a story including the idea of a "pistol in the refrigerator".
we actually got to, as a class, come up with an idea like that one that we would have to incorporate in a story and after voting i was satisfied that the pistol won out. others discussed how it was too depressing of a topic while i sat there and thought of all the possibilities.
what first came to mind was a children's story of kids who found a gun and didn't know what to do with it so they hide it in a tubberware within the refrigerator. then i thought of a cake. after all there are places out there that make crazy cakes and a cake in the shape of a pistol isn't a far fetched idea. thirdly dieting came to mind and a girl who goes to great lengths to prevent herself from eating too much was about to take shape.
all of these appealed for a while but eventually something else won out.
part of our assignment was to read other people's stories and for the remainder of the semester discuss each persons work. while mine was given the title of "clever" by everyone in the class including the professor *buffs nails on sleeve* others felt the need to repeatedly drop the f-bomb and sometimes unimaginatively kill off everyone in their story. blah. sitting there reading several in a row made me wish their pistol was real.
so. good news for you you'll get to read my concoction next go around. it's just about three pages long so it will be a substantial blog and hopefully make up for my inattentiveness as of late.
until then
fly by the seat of your pants more often
it is, after all, the only way to fly.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
time allotment
30% work
30% school, writing, homework
20% church, youth responsibilities
20% wedding planning
0% blog time
:(
sorry
will post soon!
30% school, writing, homework
20% church, youth responsibilities
20% wedding planning
0% blog time
:(
sorry
will post soon!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
The smell of possibility
*I've got twenty minutes till I have to get to class and I still need to go by starbucks and get some hot tea so I have to write this quickly! So quickly in fact that i'm going to begin this blog with an old oral report trick we used to use to "grab our listeners" and later made fun of for it's lack of creativity....
Imagine yourself outside your favorite store. Your senses are alive with the anticipation of total fulfillment as you walk through the doors, seeing hearing and smelling all of your favorite things. Your eyes widen partly from the bright lights and partly from all they have to take in. You are in your element and you are about to spend lots and lots of money.
This is what occurs to me as I walked to Forever21 last week. I am convinced that God inspired that store just for me. That same feeling occurs the moment I pass through the doors of Barnes and Noble. I just love that moment that occurs just as you see the store, just as your body passes through it's doors and you are washed with potential. I like to walk in the doors, breathe deep and smell the possibility.
With Barnes and noble it's a bit different because when i breathe in i can smell intellectual possibility, i can imagine all the words and voices that float around it's wide room emanating from each book. With Forever 21 it's a completely different possibility. It's the possibility that I'm going to find my every fashion desire.
In whatever form, possibility smells good.
*and now i must end abruptly and dash off for there are less then 15 minutes for me to get tea and get to class!
Imagine yourself outside your favorite store. Your senses are alive with the anticipation of total fulfillment as you walk through the doors, seeing hearing and smelling all of your favorite things. Your eyes widen partly from the bright lights and partly from all they have to take in. You are in your element and you are about to spend lots and lots of money.
This is what occurs to me as I walked to Forever21 last week. I am convinced that God inspired that store just for me. That same feeling occurs the moment I pass through the doors of Barnes and Noble. I just love that moment that occurs just as you see the store, just as your body passes through it's doors and you are washed with potential. I like to walk in the doors, breathe deep and smell the possibility.
With Barnes and noble it's a bit different because when i breathe in i can smell intellectual possibility, i can imagine all the words and voices that float around it's wide room emanating from each book. With Forever 21 it's a completely different possibility. It's the possibility that I'm going to find my every fashion desire.
In whatever form, possibility smells good.
*and now i must end abruptly and dash off for there are less then 15 minutes for me to get tea and get to class!
Monday, March 17, 2008
As my horn goes "toot toot"
Yes, I have a cousin in show biz.
Exciting, I know.
And once his name becomes a household one, I will consider adding his last name (my mom's maiden name) Polaha-to my list of names, somewhere there in the middle.
Until then I'm going to promote his shows like crazy, with the disclaimer that his current one probably isn't the greatest thing to watch as the intro for it goes something like...
"from the irreverent mind of ashton kutcher"
but none the less Kristopher Polaha is named in the main characters so I am very excited to shout my relation to him.
This isn't the first time I've pulled the "famous cousin" card.
He's starred in a made-for-tv movie on TBS before and had a full page add in People with only his face to advertise it.
So...hehe...*polishes nails on sleeve* I'm related to somewhat of a celebrity.
Which makes me...kind of a big deal.
Yeah.
So ABC, tomorrow night 10:30-special preview of "Miss Guided" starring Kristopher Polaha as Tim O'Malley (? i think i got that last name right)
He's good looking for sure
*puts on shades*
but we all know where he got that from
;)
Exciting, I know.
And once his name becomes a household one, I will consider adding his last name (my mom's maiden name) Polaha-to my list of names, somewhere there in the middle.
Until then I'm going to promote his shows like crazy, with the disclaimer that his current one probably isn't the greatest thing to watch as the intro for it goes something like...
"from the irreverent mind of ashton kutcher"
but none the less Kristopher Polaha is named in the main characters so I am very excited to shout my relation to him.
This isn't the first time I've pulled the "famous cousin" card.
He's starred in a made-for-tv movie on TBS before and had a full page add in People with only his face to advertise it.
So...hehe...*polishes nails on sleeve* I'm related to somewhat of a celebrity.
Which makes me...kind of a big deal.
Yeah.
So ABC, tomorrow night 10:30-special preview of "Miss Guided" starring Kristopher Polaha as Tim O'Malley (? i think i got that last name right)
He's good looking for sure
*puts on shades*
but we all know where he got that from
;)
Saturday, March 15, 2008
HUNNY
It was a fine spring morning in the forest as he started out. Little soft clouds played happily in a blue sky, skipping from time to time in front of the sun as if they had come to put it out, and then sliding away suddenly so that the next might have his turn. Through them and between them the sun shone bravely; and a copse which had worn its firs all the year round seemed old and dowdy now beside the new green lace which the beeches had put on so prettily.
That was an exert from p.48 in "The World of Pooh" my first read of Spring break 2008.
Spring break is the perfect time to read, no homework/good weather.
I thought that the perfect thing to start my spring break reading off with would be "The World of Pooh"- all of the stories written by A. A. Milne in which Pooh and all his wonderfully imaginative friends get into mix ups and go on explorations and so on and so forth.
On Thursday I enjoyed the seasons first thoughts of spring outside in front of Panera with book in hand and breezed through the first 200 something pages, leaving only a few to savor this morning. And as I read I found myself laughing out loud at Milne's sense of wit and colorful characters that win your heart the moment you read his introduction.
I thought in this blog I would include one such funny exert that I know you will enjoy and maybe even entice you to read the book as well, for though it is a children's book, like most good children's books, it is written with adult wit in mind and thats the best kind of read...
p.88-89 of "The World of Pooh"
oh first, let me set it up...Rabbit (the know-it-all, snobby one of all the characters) has decided that he doesn't much like having Kanga and Roo around (for no real good reason, he's just not a fan of change) and so this is his plan to rid the Hundred Acre Wood of Kanga and Roo, ok.
"The best way," said Rabbit, "would be this. The best way would be to steal Baby Roo and hide him, and then when Kanga says, 'Where's Baby Roo?' we say, Aha!'"
"Aha!" said Pooh, practising. "Aha! Aha!...Of course," he went on, "we could say 'Aha!' even if we hadn't stolen Baby Roo."
"Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain."
"I know," said Pooh humbly.
"We say 'Aha!' so that Kanga knows that we know were Baby Roo is. 'Aha!' means 'We'll tell you where Baby Roo is, if you promise to go away from the Forest and never come back.' Now don't talk while I think."
Pooh went into a corner and tried saying "Aha!' in that sort of voice. Sometimes it seemed to him that it did mean what Rabbit said, and sometimes it seemed to him that it didn't. "I suppose it's just practice, " he thought. "I wonder if Kanga will have to practise too so as to understand it."
Milne was given the idea to write these stories by his wife who told him to base them off of the stuffed animals their son, Christopher Robin, owned. Milne writes two beautiful dedications in this book (as the copy i own is a combination of two books) one of which is very endearing and is what i will leave you with...
"You gave me Christopher robin, and then
You breathed new life in Pooh.
Whatever of each has left my pen
Goes homing back to you.
My book is ready, and comes to greet
The mother it longs to see--
It would be my present to you, my sweet,
If it weren't your gift to me."
That was an exert from p.48 in "The World of Pooh" my first read of Spring break 2008.
Spring break is the perfect time to read, no homework/good weather.
I thought that the perfect thing to start my spring break reading off with would be "The World of Pooh"- all of the stories written by A. A. Milne in which Pooh and all his wonderfully imaginative friends get into mix ups and go on explorations and so on and so forth.
On Thursday I enjoyed the seasons first thoughts of spring outside in front of Panera with book in hand and breezed through the first 200 something pages, leaving only a few to savor this morning. And as I read I found myself laughing out loud at Milne's sense of wit and colorful characters that win your heart the moment you read his introduction.
I thought in this blog I would include one such funny exert that I know you will enjoy and maybe even entice you to read the book as well, for though it is a children's book, like most good children's books, it is written with adult wit in mind and thats the best kind of read...
p.88-89 of "The World of Pooh"
oh first, let me set it up...Rabbit (the know-it-all, snobby one of all the characters) has decided that he doesn't much like having Kanga and Roo around (for no real good reason, he's just not a fan of change) and so this is his plan to rid the Hundred Acre Wood of Kanga and Roo, ok.
"The best way," said Rabbit, "would be this. The best way would be to steal Baby Roo and hide him, and then when Kanga says, 'Where's Baby Roo?' we say, Aha!'"
"Aha!" said Pooh, practising. "Aha! Aha!...Of course," he went on, "we could say 'Aha!' even if we hadn't stolen Baby Roo."
"Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain."
"I know," said Pooh humbly.
"We say 'Aha!' so that Kanga knows that we know were Baby Roo is. 'Aha!' means 'We'll tell you where Baby Roo is, if you promise to go away from the Forest and never come back.' Now don't talk while I think."
Pooh went into a corner and tried saying "Aha!' in that sort of voice. Sometimes it seemed to him that it did mean what Rabbit said, and sometimes it seemed to him that it didn't. "I suppose it's just practice, " he thought. "I wonder if Kanga will have to practise too so as to understand it."
Milne was given the idea to write these stories by his wife who told him to base them off of the stuffed animals their son, Christopher Robin, owned. Milne writes two beautiful dedications in this book (as the copy i own is a combination of two books) one of which is very endearing and is what i will leave you with...
"You gave me Christopher robin, and then
You breathed new life in Pooh.
Whatever of each has left my pen
Goes homing back to you.
My book is ready, and comes to greet
The mother it longs to see--
It would be my present to you, my sweet,
If it weren't your gift to me."
Friday, March 14, 2008
backflash
Just now i Bit my Lip
and
everytime i do that
or see someone else do it
without fail
my minds
eye
is looking at the face
of my
best friend growing up
her name was
"Abby Heifner"
I've spent many many internet searches
trying to find her
and
keep in
Touch
she was my favorite friend growing up
and
moved away when i was
12
i really truly loved her
and
haven't seen her since
so maybe
she'll google search her own
name
one day and find
this blog
and put an end
to all
the re-occuring
re-
union
dreams
i
have.
and
everytime i do that
or see someone else do it
without fail
my minds
eye
is looking at the face
of my
best friend growing up
her name was
"Abby Heifner"
I've spent many many internet searches
trying to find her
and
keep in
Touch
she was my favorite friend growing up
and
moved away when i was
12
i really truly loved her
and
haven't seen her since
so maybe
she'll google search her own
name
one day and find
this blog
and put an end
to all
the re-occuring
re-
union
dreams
i
have.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
a l%k @ d fucha of sp
thx 2 d techno advancement of instant n txt msgs, d gNR8N Bhnd us hs flushed sp dwn d loo. Ive studyd d history of wrds n hw sp of d english lang chngd ovr tym n ordA 4 it 2B ez, convenient, thus Im justified n my concrn dat wot U r readN now cUd potentially B d lingo of 2moz.
Ok wel mayB it won't B 2 dis Xtent, bt we do av an Ntire gNR8N Bhnd us sp dis wA so ofn dat habits wl 4m n cUd B l8r taken N2 d wrk 4S.
dats scary.
20 yrs frm nyt r we gunA B readN "d wall st jnl" ?
idk w@ we cn do 2 solve d prob, i 1ly hope tchaz r attempting 2 suffocate d lyf outa dis lingo.
Its hrd nuf tryiN 2 spel d wA webster wtd it, thN 2 cntrct dat? no thx. Im proud 2 sA i fully spel evryting n my txt msgs, evn f it means sendg 2 Nstead of 1. 1 sml step i gueS. mayB we shd 4gt bout goin green 4 a yl n *t a campaign 2 go brainy (intelligent) n pik a hue dat goes W dat.
meanwhile, counter act contractions wherever u cn...4t kids
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Ok wel mayB it won't B 2 dis Xtent, bt we do av an Ntire gNR8N Bhnd us sp dis wA so ofn dat habits wl 4m n cUd B l8r taken N2 d wrk 4S.
dats scary.
20 yrs frm nyt r we gunA B readN "d wall st jnl" ?
idk w@ we cn do 2 solve d prob, i 1ly hope tchaz r attempting 2 suffocate d lyf outa dis lingo.
Its hrd nuf tryiN 2 spel d wA webster wtd it, thN 2 cntrct dat? no thx. Im proud 2 sA i fully spel evryting n my txt msgs, evn f it means sendg 2 Nstead of 1. 1 sml step i gueS. mayB we shd 4gt bout goin green 4 a yl n *t a campaign 2 go brainy (intelligent) n pik a hue dat goes W dat.
meanwhile, counter act contractions wherever u cn...4t kids
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Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Theif!
Good news
I've spent this long hiatis of non-blog writing, coming up with new subjects to blog about!
So no fear, one of my many goals over spring break is to get back into the habit of more faithfully blogging.
I found a great blog name the other day
"Pink is the new blog"
I like that and would steal it if it wasn't already taken, of course now you're thinking, that wouldn't be stealing if it wasn't being used already.
You're right.
Good job
Maybe you should write a blog too, since you're so smart.
Geez.
I've spent this long hiatis of non-blog writing, coming up with new subjects to blog about!
So no fear, one of my many goals over spring break is to get back into the habit of more faithfully blogging.
I found a great blog name the other day
"Pink is the new blog"
I like that and would steal it if it wasn't already taken, of course now you're thinking, that wouldn't be stealing if it wasn't being used already.
You're right.
Good job
Maybe you should write a blog too, since you're so smart.
Geez.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
and the winner is...
Something like 2 or 3 billion peolpe watched the Oscars last night.
I was number 156,365,982,321.
As i watch i like to not only critique what everyone is wearing (*speaking of which there were a lot of gorgeous dresses this go round-a couple boring navy one's but for the most part everyone look really good) i also like to guess at who is going to win before they announce it.
After last night i decided that i'm going into this for money next year because out of all the winners last night i only got 4 wrong.
oh.
yeah.
haha although this won't make my list of proudest accomplishments it was pretty satisfying even if my significant other would never remember to count the ones i got right and only focus on those i got wrong. *smirk*
so that's it
thanks for reading :)
I was number 156,365,982,321.
As i watch i like to not only critique what everyone is wearing (*speaking of which there were a lot of gorgeous dresses this go round-a couple boring navy one's but for the most part everyone look really good) i also like to guess at who is going to win before they announce it.
After last night i decided that i'm going into this for money next year because out of all the winners last night i only got 4 wrong.
oh.
yeah.
haha although this won't make my list of proudest accomplishments it was pretty satisfying even if my significant other would never remember to count the ones i got right and only focus on those i got wrong. *smirk*
so that's it
thanks for reading :)
Friday, February 22, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
With a wink and a....WATCH OUT!
When I was a little girl I read a scripture in the Bible that talked about winking. I can't remember it's exact wording-and now having tried to find it I think I may have combined two verses in my head-but it said something to the effect of...the man that winks with his eye will have it plucked out and be eternally damned.
Yeah, now that I write that I definitely got the verse wrong as a child but no matter, that's what I thought the Bible said so I adheared to it closely.
So closely, in fact, that everytime a friends dad or someone would wink at me I would get scarred that birds were on their way to extract the sinners eye-ball.
Obviously as I grew older I came to my senses and the realization that there was something deeper going on with whatever it was I read, and literal winking wouldn't reserve your spot in hell.
Now days...I love getting winked at. The non-touchy person that I am I would much rather be given a ;) then a hug or various other forms of physical affection.
Maybe subconsciously I still believe people are putting their eternal lives on the line whenever they wink at me and that makes it all the more alluring, I don't know, I do know that I absolutely love it.
It's quick, it's fun, it's a moment shared only between you and the winker...and that makes me smile everytime.
Although it is ironic that my friends dad who winked the most ended up wearing an eye patch over that eye for a long time and I never knew why...
just jokin
;)
Yeah, now that I write that I definitely got the verse wrong as a child but no matter, that's what I thought the Bible said so I adheared to it closely.
So closely, in fact, that everytime a friends dad or someone would wink at me I would get scarred that birds were on their way to extract the sinners eye-ball.
Obviously as I grew older I came to my senses and the realization that there was something deeper going on with whatever it was I read, and literal winking wouldn't reserve your spot in hell.
Now days...I love getting winked at. The non-touchy person that I am I would much rather be given a ;) then a hug or various other forms of physical affection.
Maybe subconsciously I still believe people are putting their eternal lives on the line whenever they wink at me and that makes it all the more alluring, I don't know, I do know that I absolutely love it.
It's quick, it's fun, it's a moment shared only between you and the winker...and that makes me smile everytime.
Although it is ironic that my friends dad who winked the most ended up wearing an eye patch over that eye for a long time and I never knew why...
just jokin
;)
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
bowl full of hot, steamy nothing
i sat down at the computer in the ut library.
immediately typed in a title and the intro to a blog about how depressing movie reviewers are but i couln't quite get the intro to sound fresh so i kept erasing everything i wrote.
then i started, in fact fully wrote a blog about the importance of outlining before you write papers, but then i thought that sounded tired so i erased it.
now i'm sitting here looking around the room as all the Uggs over tucked jeans walk by.
i tune in and out of various cell phone conversations to my front and left.
i think about how i need to brush my teeth.
i realize after glancing through what i've written so far that i changed tenses half way through.
now i'm thinking that i'm getting bored by what i'm writing so you've got to be half way asleep.
now i'm thinking that i should get to class.
some days are better blog writing days then others.
yeah,
i can't even come up with a witty end.
so insert your own :)
that's it.
this blog is an exercise in sharpening your own wit.
you're welcome.
immediately typed in a title and the intro to a blog about how depressing movie reviewers are but i couln't quite get the intro to sound fresh so i kept erasing everything i wrote.
then i started, in fact fully wrote a blog about the importance of outlining before you write papers, but then i thought that sounded tired so i erased it.
now i'm sitting here looking around the room as all the Uggs over tucked jeans walk by.
i tune in and out of various cell phone conversations to my front and left.
i think about how i need to brush my teeth.
i realize after glancing through what i've written so far that i changed tenses half way through.
now i'm thinking that i'm getting bored by what i'm writing so you've got to be half way asleep.
now i'm thinking that i should get to class.
some days are better blog writing days then others.
yeah,
i can't even come up with a witty end.
so insert your own :)
that's it.
this blog is an exercise in sharpening your own wit.
you're welcome.
Monday, February 11, 2008
Oh the places you'll go!
Looking back on my childhood, some of my favorite memories are the books i read.
I was a religious reader from the get go.
I can remember going to our library and pouring over the childrens section with great determination to choose only the best books since they had a limit on how many you could check out at one time.
Amelia Bedilia was my favorite book series for a while. Amelia was a maid for a very rich woman but Amelia's problem was that she took everything literally. When her boss said "strip the bed" then Amelia would take scissors and cut the bedsheets into strips, when she was told to make "string beans" she got some string and hung beans from one corner of the kitchen to the other. Or when her boss wanted to throw a baby shower...you guessed it, all of the guests left wet.
It was such a great series because it allowed children to laugh at something adults would laugh at, and that made me feel big.
Another favorite series that i can remember going and picking out with my Dad especially, was Frog and Toad. While no particular plot line sticks out in my head, the pictures are still there and i can revisit the visual of their tales any time i want.
My fifth grade teacher had a big hand in deepening my appetite for books. After our lunch time everyday we would turn off all the lights, put our heads on our desks and listen intently as she would read us a book. One book, whose name escapes me, was about a missionary that smuggled Bibles into a foreign country. It had red tipped pages and i can recall scenes of the main character walking down the street, or driving past border patrolls with hundreds of Bibles going unseen.
But the greatest book she ever read us, the best by far that was just as much my favorite book then as it is now was "From the Mixed up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankwhiler" (this book was mentioned by jim on a special "webisode" of the office entitled "take your daughter to work day")
It's the kind of story you read and re-read because you wanted to live it so badly. It's about two kids who decide to run away to the museum in New York. They plan it out carefully and stay very comfortably in the bed of a famous historical figure. The whole book is just amazing and i've re-read it every year since fifth grade.
I love the fact that i read because when i look back on my childhood and think of everything i got to experience, those memories include running away to a famous museum, smuggling Bibles across borders, solving cases with the hardy boys, or getting into scrapes with little Ramona. I have an abundance of characters and scenes in my head that would have never been there had i not been afforded the pleasure of books.
It saddens me when children don't tap into that world that's waiting for them in their own imagination, which is why i want to write childrens books.
I want that chance to speak to children in a way no one else can, through characters and plots and adventures, to take them places they may never physically go but will look back on with detailed memory as if they had.
To have the opportunity to be a part of so many people's childhood would be a such an honor.
I was a religious reader from the get go.
I can remember going to our library and pouring over the childrens section with great determination to choose only the best books since they had a limit on how many you could check out at one time.
Amelia Bedilia was my favorite book series for a while. Amelia was a maid for a very rich woman but Amelia's problem was that she took everything literally. When her boss said "strip the bed" then Amelia would take scissors and cut the bedsheets into strips, when she was told to make "string beans" she got some string and hung beans from one corner of the kitchen to the other. Or when her boss wanted to throw a baby shower...you guessed it, all of the guests left wet.
It was such a great series because it allowed children to laugh at something adults would laugh at, and that made me feel big.
Another favorite series that i can remember going and picking out with my Dad especially, was Frog and Toad. While no particular plot line sticks out in my head, the pictures are still there and i can revisit the visual of their tales any time i want.
My fifth grade teacher had a big hand in deepening my appetite for books. After our lunch time everyday we would turn off all the lights, put our heads on our desks and listen intently as she would read us a book. One book, whose name escapes me, was about a missionary that smuggled Bibles into a foreign country. It had red tipped pages and i can recall scenes of the main character walking down the street, or driving past border patrolls with hundreds of Bibles going unseen.
But the greatest book she ever read us, the best by far that was just as much my favorite book then as it is now was "From the Mixed up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankwhiler" (this book was mentioned by jim on a special "webisode" of the office entitled "take your daughter to work day")
It's the kind of story you read and re-read because you wanted to live it so badly. It's about two kids who decide to run away to the museum in New York. They plan it out carefully and stay very comfortably in the bed of a famous historical figure. The whole book is just amazing and i've re-read it every year since fifth grade.
I love the fact that i read because when i look back on my childhood and think of everything i got to experience, those memories include running away to a famous museum, smuggling Bibles across borders, solving cases with the hardy boys, or getting into scrapes with little Ramona. I have an abundance of characters and scenes in my head that would have never been there had i not been afforded the pleasure of books.
It saddens me when children don't tap into that world that's waiting for them in their own imagination, which is why i want to write childrens books.
I want that chance to speak to children in a way no one else can, through characters and plots and adventures, to take them places they may never physically go but will look back on with detailed memory as if they had.
To have the opportunity to be a part of so many people's childhood would be a such an honor.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Report: Writers Strike End is Near
My plan was to rant and rave about the writers strike this post...but according to my People Headlines gadget on my iGoogle homepage *written as if it would make me sound cool and not the big entertainment news junkie that i am* the writers strike is drawing to a close
my reaction?
IT'S ABOUT TIME
although i understand both sides view on the matter and can see why each would want to hold out...it's the people-- You and Me that are suffering from this hold out the most. we've been deprived of our favorite plot lines and characters, and in the mean time newer and dumber reality shows are being crammed down our entertainment thirsty throats-"my dad is better then your dad" seriously? ( i would use that lie detector test show as an example as well but that's just the kind of smut fox turns out-writers or no writers)
it has been said that the writers could return as early as monday and if that's the case then i expect a fresh episode of chuck and the office as early as thursday. no excuses.
and if michael decides to lead pam, and jim and the rest of the office characters on a strike from dunder mifflin as a part of the plot line then i'll gladly watch cause i think that would be funny
just as long as they're back and new because i miss them so
my reaction?
IT'S ABOUT TIME
although i understand both sides view on the matter and can see why each would want to hold out...it's the people-- You and Me that are suffering from this hold out the most. we've been deprived of our favorite plot lines and characters, and in the mean time newer and dumber reality shows are being crammed down our entertainment thirsty throats-"my dad is better then your dad" seriously? ( i would use that lie detector test show as an example as well but that's just the kind of smut fox turns out-writers or no writers)
it has been said that the writers could return as early as monday and if that's the case then i expect a fresh episode of chuck and the office as early as thursday. no excuses.
and if michael decides to lead pam, and jim and the rest of the office characters on a strike from dunder mifflin as a part of the plot line then i'll gladly watch cause i think that would be funny
just as long as they're back and new because i miss them so
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Quote of the day
Dance like it hurts
Love like you need money
Work when people are watching.
- Scott Adams
Love like you need money
Work when people are watching.
- Scott Adams
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Chi Tea Latte
I can't think of any other eatery that conjures up equal amounts of love and hate as much as Starbucks coffee.
The lovers-they are intoxicated by its welcoming smell and will admit intimidation when the thought of "trying something new" crosses their mind, usually set in their ordering ways. They carry the iconic cup with pride that stems from the assumed power they have over others who are without.
The haters-they see the entire franchise as an evil force looking to penetrate our world with artificial people drinking artificial things. And they will stop at nothing to bad mouth the "overpriced lattes". They assume that everyone in there derives confidence from ordering a "tall decaf cappuccino" and hates them for it.
Paisely expressed her thoughts of the "evil" starbucks while next to me in Writing Fiction. As i listened i smiled and slowly turned away the ceramic travel coffee mug that sat in front of me, emblazoned with "Starbucks Coffee" on the side...I am a lover.
The lovers-they are intoxicated by its welcoming smell and will admit intimidation when the thought of "trying something new" crosses their mind, usually set in their ordering ways. They carry the iconic cup with pride that stems from the assumed power they have over others who are without.
The haters-they see the entire franchise as an evil force looking to penetrate our world with artificial people drinking artificial things. And they will stop at nothing to bad mouth the "overpriced lattes". They assume that everyone in there derives confidence from ordering a "tall decaf cappuccino" and hates them for it.
Paisely expressed her thoughts of the "evil" starbucks while next to me in Writing Fiction. As i listened i smiled and slowly turned away the ceramic travel coffee mug that sat in front of me, emblazoned with "Starbucks Coffee" on the side...I am a lover.
Monday, February 4, 2008
not too late to come away with me cause it feels like home.
i adore rain.
rain, and cold, and cloudy...all of them are enjoyable weather simply because they are good coffee/tea days with norah jones as your soundtrack.
rainy days are jazzy days
and that's probably why i love them.
rain, and cold, and cloudy...all of them are enjoyable weather simply because they are good coffee/tea days with norah jones as your soundtrack.
rainy days are jazzy days
and that's probably why i love them.
Monday, January 28, 2008
eat, drink and get graded
i get to write a short story and get graded on it...
that's like saying
here elizabeth, eat this macaroni & cheese and we'll grade you on how much you eat
hmmm...ok well maybe it's not that easy, cause now that i get to write whatever i want and turn it in, of course every story idea that randomly pops in my head has abandonded me. but i think i've got a good one...
i got to watch it snow on thursday
and
i realized all over again
that there are few things in this world that captivates my attention as long as snow.
e!
that's like saying
here elizabeth, eat this macaroni & cheese and we'll grade you on how much you eat
hmmm...ok well maybe it's not that easy, cause now that i get to write whatever i want and turn it in, of course every story idea that randomly pops in my head has abandonded me. but i think i've got a good one...
i got to watch it snow on thursday
and
i realized all over again
that there are few things in this world that captivates my attention as long as snow.
e!
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
one if by land, two if by c
School is back in session.
This chilly semester i am taking geograpy and writing fiction. The writing fiction class has proven to be just as exciting as i thought it would be. Writing short stories is something i want to do for a living thus this class, i'm sure, will prove to be very benefitial.
Geography has also proven to be captivating. My teacher is a very funny, very intruiging older gentleman who has been teaching the subject at UT for fourty years, so i'd say he knows a little something or two about it.
On our first day of classes he informed us (much to my chagrin) that we don't really need the text book because reading it will not help us pass the tests. He did say one thing that would help us pass (and please briefly excuse my language as this portion of the story would loose it's luster if i were to edit his words..)
he said,
"how do you pass this class? you pass this class by taking notes.
what kind of notes should you take? Damned good notes."
Yeah i laughed for a long time over that one.
I did however have an unfortunate experience yesterday in class as i arrived after all the good seats were filled. Normally this would not bother me as much, but yesterday was the day where we find a seat and stay in that same seat for the rest of the semester. This is problematic in that i'm very picky when it comes to where i sit. partly because i like a perfect view of the classroom, and partly because i'm left handed and therefore have special needs :)
long story short i ended up next to a boy who disliked the professor enough to audibly utter complaints and at one point after the professor had made a joke the boy replied with murmering,
"that is precisely why europeans hate americans"
to which i almost replied,
"and your attitude is precisely why some americans hate other americans"
looks like it's going to be a good semester :)
This chilly semester i am taking geograpy and writing fiction. The writing fiction class has proven to be just as exciting as i thought it would be. Writing short stories is something i want to do for a living thus this class, i'm sure, will prove to be very benefitial.
Geography has also proven to be captivating. My teacher is a very funny, very intruiging older gentleman who has been teaching the subject at UT for fourty years, so i'd say he knows a little something or two about it.
On our first day of classes he informed us (much to my chagrin) that we don't really need the text book because reading it will not help us pass the tests. He did say one thing that would help us pass (and please briefly excuse my language as this portion of the story would loose it's luster if i were to edit his words..)
he said,
"how do you pass this class? you pass this class by taking notes.
what kind of notes should you take? Damned good notes."
Yeah i laughed for a long time over that one.
I did however have an unfortunate experience yesterday in class as i arrived after all the good seats were filled. Normally this would not bother me as much, but yesterday was the day where we find a seat and stay in that same seat for the rest of the semester. This is problematic in that i'm very picky when it comes to where i sit. partly because i like a perfect view of the classroom, and partly because i'm left handed and therefore have special needs :)
long story short i ended up next to a boy who disliked the professor enough to audibly utter complaints and at one point after the professor had made a joke the boy replied with murmering,
"that is precisely why europeans hate americans"
to which i almost replied,
"and your attitude is precisely why some americans hate other americans"
looks like it's going to be a good semester :)
Thursday, January 3, 2008
twothousand&eight
as avril lavigne sings to me through my computer speakers, i hear the lyrics "there's always a brand new day" which is just what i was going to write about.
not that i'm in the habit of making resolutions but this year i've decided to make a daily resolution...(and since i love to combine words to make new, funny ones..a "dailution" if you will)
a good majority of people around the world have already resolved to do different things differntly this year. which is commendable...but let's face it, most likely they will fail.
my "dailution" however has a greater success rate. instead of biting off the entire year and attempting to chew it all at one time (i don't know what's with me and the chew metaphors recently but whatever, they work) i've decided to bite off one day at a time.
for example...wednesday was my first day back at work in about a week and a half and my resolve was to start showing up on time rather then the five-to-ten-to-maybe, sometimes-fifteen minutes lateness i had been pulling off all last year.
thus wednesday morning broke and i unlocked the office door at precisely 9:00am sharp. my goal: reached.
today however, was a different story. waking up at 8:50 doesn't immediately launch one into the capability of being somewhere right at 9:00..therefore, 9 turned into 9:20. goal: failed.
the bright side? the bright side is where some people would have given up thinking they've already broken their ability to fully carry out their resolve, i say i get 363 more "new years" to reach/exceed my potential.
so happy new day to you! and may you live each new day like you just stayed up the night before partying like it's 2008 ;-)
not that i'm in the habit of making resolutions but this year i've decided to make a daily resolution...(and since i love to combine words to make new, funny ones..a "dailution" if you will)
a good majority of people around the world have already resolved to do different things differntly this year. which is commendable...but let's face it, most likely they will fail.
my "dailution" however has a greater success rate. instead of biting off the entire year and attempting to chew it all at one time (i don't know what's with me and the chew metaphors recently but whatever, they work) i've decided to bite off one day at a time.
for example...wednesday was my first day back at work in about a week and a half and my resolve was to start showing up on time rather then the five-to-ten-to-maybe, sometimes-fifteen minutes lateness i had been pulling off all last year.
thus wednesday morning broke and i unlocked the office door at precisely 9:00am sharp. my goal: reached.
today however, was a different story. waking up at 8:50 doesn't immediately launch one into the capability of being somewhere right at 9:00..therefore, 9 turned into 9:20. goal: failed.
the bright side? the bright side is where some people would have given up thinking they've already broken their ability to fully carry out their resolve, i say i get 363 more "new years" to reach/exceed my potential.
so happy new day to you! and may you live each new day like you just stayed up the night before partying like it's 2008 ;-)
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